#i like drawing her as looking older to match her actual maturity

[quesadilla-day]

hey, wait a minute / whenever you dream, am i in it?

giving the phrase "dream-girl" a whole new meaning with this one ☝️

[usuratongaychi]

Drawings + Rants + Headcanons/Naruto AU

i finally had some time to draw my versions of tean seven (minus kakashi). im gonna detail more of my AU later in the post but here are the designs and some notes.

For sasuke, in one of my other posts i had the theory that sasuke keeps his hair short to avoid resembling itachi, and thats why it is longer in time skip, because he is coming to terms with his trauma and still loves itachi. I also gave him similar creases to itachi, just from stress.

tbh im not too sure about this naruto design…but at least he isnt balding like before💀.

for sakura, i actually really like her older design, so i just drew her working. she would have her hair up and i gave her sakura blossom hair pins and eyeshadow.

also i havent drawn in forever so..thats why its messy.

(the rest of this is me rambling on..)

Now for changes i made to the story:

1. Narusasu endgame (yk im a stan)

I would have both of them be joint hokages, so technically both are the 7th. I know Sasuke is referred to as the shadow hokage, but that doesn’t really entail anything. I think it’s important because Sasuke would know just how important reform is for the village and shinobi system, but since people are still suspicious of Uchihas, Naruto would be the face. This fulfills Naruto’s dream, which when you really think about it, his dream was just to be loved, not really to be a politician. Naruto has seen how unfair and corrupt their society is, so he would completely work with Sasuke to make sure things like Danzo and Hiruzen’s corruption, child soldiers, hyuuga slavery and the “Uchiha Incident” dont happen again. I could explain more of this in a later post.

2. I would have Hinata look up to Sakura more, instead of Naruto.

I think it makes a bit more sense, Sakura is brave, outspoken and independent, just like Hinata wants to be. I would have Sakura be her first friend, since she can’t stand to see people be excluded or alone. That leads me into changes I would make for Sakura’s story.

3. Sakura. In the original, I would keep her kind of bratty attitude until things get serious in the Zabuza arc. Seeing her close friends so close to death, while not being able to help much would challenge her to become a protector. This also gives motivation for her to learn healing and medicine when Tsunade comes around. Sakura would be the “rock” or “glue” of team seven, which makes sense because she is the only one of them that came from a stable home.

Sakura initially resents Sasuke for betraying the team, but seeing how dedicated Naruto is to saving him, she decides its worth it to help bring him back. Besides if she didn’t, naruto would just endager himself trying.

4. Sasuke. I would have Sasuke after he realizes Itachi was manipulated into a genocide to protect the village, still go through him “i’m gonna destroy the village” phase, but when Naruto defeats him, they make a promise to change things, so no one else will have to suffer like that. I would also show more of the psychological effects of witnessing Itachi’s murders. One of my headcanons is that he’s pretty thin, since trauma survivors tend to have chronic stomach pains. He’s probably pretty paranoid about others betraying him, so he does it to them first (probably why he pushes naruto away so much). Sasuke is also probably still ostracized or “othered” for being an uchiha, since that is what the village is told about them. People still pity him, but dont come near him.

5. Naruto. 😭I actually made up a whole theory on why Hiruzen didn’t take great care of naruto, bc to me it just doesn’t make sense. it’s kinda a dumb theory and doesn’t rlly have anything to do with canon, but- what if Minato wanted to expose the corruption in the hidden leaf and get rid of the foundation, so as a sort of revenge, or just general distaste for Minato, Hiruzen doesn’t really provide for Naruto. 🤷‍♀️idk. A change I would make is to have naruto mature more to match his age. Like ofc it makes sense for him to act out for attention esp when he was younger, but i feel like past shippuden..he didn’t really mature at all? maybe thats just me. I’ll probably have more stuff to add for him, i’ll think of it later or put it in my headcanons post.

😭im so tired yall i will make a better post later on.

[vincells]

OOOO WAIT FOR THE OC ASK GAME BASED ON ACTUAL STORY STUFF:

2 for both characters and world, 1 for plot, and 3 for meta :DDDD (you dont have to do all of these LMAOOO)

What do the characters look/dress like?

The story takes place in early 2010s, as everyone is around their mid to early 20s. Bing's the oldest so they'd be about 30 now?? I think?? Everyone has their own style, but it does strictly follow 2000s fashion cuz of their age! Like an idiot, I've never bothered drawing character sheets as no character has set clothing.. but I can boards I created for a general idea of what they'd wear!

Bing;

Warm, heavy clothing you'd almost consider for mountain wear. Thick boots, lots of flannel. Not exactly a very fashionable person, but they get by with what they got.

Salem;

Modest, loose fitting dresses. Doesn't like wearing pants simply because they feel uncomfortably tight (no matter how baggy). Very much spring esc type wear due to the southern heat.

Samuel;

More retro esc clothes leaning closer to the 80s! Considerably, childish t-shirts paired with the shortest shorts. The football jock!

Stanley;

Lots of sports jackets & shoes like Nike & Adidas. While it seems like his clothes are name-brand most of them are from Goodwill or fakes lol.

What are the visuals/aesthetics of this story?

I actually have a Pinterest board made that shows off the general aesthetic :D

What is the plot of this story?

Around '07, a car was found totalled near the outskirts of Columbia, SC. The vehicle was in such disarray that it looked almost as though it had been warped into the tree it had collided into. Branches protruded out of it's windshield, as glass laid upon the forest floor. Only one of the victim's was known to be conscious, later confirmed to be the driver, who for whatever reason had not called for help. It was presumed they had sat there instead, in a state of shock, until help arrived. In sheer terror, they stared, watching the life bleed out of their passenger's eyes.. Listening to the gurgling sobs, as his jaw lay slack. 4 hours. They did nothing for 4 hours.

They never came to his funeral.

Time did nothing but further erod his sister's mind; a shell of a woman was all she was. Yet with time can prosperity, as that husk became something more. A solution. Justice.

How does the medium inform the storytelling?

I HAVE... NO IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS.. if it's regarding how the story is being told, I don't really know? as much as I love this story, I don't know if I have the full capability to write or produce the high level content I want to make. I would love to turn it into an actual ARG but, to be honest, I don't think I have the time or talent to pull that off :(

the most I think I can do is just Tumblr rambles, tbh, as nothing I produce will properly match what is going on inside my brain. hey, maybe I might bring the game back? (most likely not BUTT it's a nice thought). The best way I can explain how I'd LIKE for the ARG would be similar to lasagna cat? or the DAD arg. Like, I don't exactly enjoy up front analog horror. I want to create something where when you first watch it it's like, "wtf was that?" yk??? Similar to to Jack Stauber's content, I want it to be weird/unnerving but not on purpose. It's something you really have to go digging for story telling content. It's not supposed to make sense as it's all content directly from a woman who is slowly losing her mind.

ALSO IK NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS, but I figured since I've never exactly.. discussed this that it'd be good to go ahead and add plot 5

What are these characters relationships to each other?

Salem & Stanley are infact siblings! Along with that, Bing is Samuel's older, albeit adopted, sibling. Despite being the oldest, Bing has always had a close connection with their brother's friends, whom he met in highschool. They were always seen as the "mature" role model. Finally, Salem & Bing could technically count as partners , or even exes, as they have pending feelings for each other for a while. However, neither of them really admit to that.. The most you could say they are is a situationship who have hooked up in the past.

[rainypaperangel]

Alright, it's been a while - let's do this again! I've missed doing these, they're SO much fun! So here's a few costume proposals, again, based off of the first few seasons (mostly)... Hope you enjoy!

Daphne

Right out the gate, I'm breaking my own rules xD This is my proposal for what Daphne could look like in later seasons - not looking like Stella's younger sister, but like Bloom's older sister, which, y'know... she is xD

I wanted her to look older than she ends up doing - I chose a long, golden dress to pay omage to her spirit-form. I think it'd make her look regal and like the princess/nymph she is!

Speaking of which - I chose a Greek-inspired hairdo for her, paired with a discreet wreath. I think the hairstyle helps mature her and make her look like the capable woman she is!

I chose to add some blue, mostly as a nod to the actual later design of her (though, if it wasn't clear, I'm not the biggest fan of that...) - but also so she wouldn't look like an Academy Award. The blue lace shawl also draws some parallels to the peacock-esque design of ger original dress!

Icy

Yes, we're doing the witches, too!

I tried to pair a lot of blue, but it didn't look as good as I wanted - instead, I chose a leather crop top with a big zipper with a light blue tennis skirt. I didn't want Icy to look too young or innocent, so I looked at some Sharpay Evans pictures for inspiration xD

I added a lot of silver rewelry, like an icy ring, a hip chain, and a snow-flake choker! Her hair is defying gravity in animated form, which wouldn't work IRL, so I chose to pair it with a snow-flake hairpin, just to balance the blue a bit more!

Darcy

I had so much fun with Darcy, what?! xD I don't know why, but to me, a crop top with long sleeves was just the only right choise! I decided to lean into the Boho aesthetic - I paired the lacy top with denim pants, but have no doubt, I think they'd be covered in psychadelic embroidery (yes, I think Darcy would embroider). I added an example - no, your eyes are not tripping, that's a piece of embroidery...

I added bead-jewelry - I think she'd wear a lot of home-made stuff, a very thrifty witch indeed... Her shoes could puncture lungs, though.

A lot of eye-imagery, of course! Like on the ring, I just think it'd look really cool and tie into her powers! I chose round glasses instead of square - I just think it'd look better...

Stormy

Last one this time around was also the toughest one for me - I chose to put Stormy in a leather dress with dark red fishnet stockings. Idk, in my head, it just mixed well with thunder and lightning... The metal didn't, but I still added a body chain xD Oh, and little lightning studs, because... I'm only human.

Dark plum colours are a must, and honestly, the shoes are the best match of this collection, I think! They look like they'd be worn by the witch of storms!

Okay you all really liked both my Monster High costume re-design(?) and my Ever After High costume proposal, soeh... I'll just keep going! I refuse the connection of Winx and Netflix' Winx Saga, so I made some costume proposals for a show that would actually be just loosely faithful to the cartoon show. Enjoy!

(This is based on the 1st and 2nd season)

Bloom

I always saw Bloom as a down-to-earth (there's a joke in there somewhere, but I can't find it...) girl representing just the average teen discovering her magical abilities! I think the blue would clash on screen, so I decided to amp up the yellow accents.

I think this makes for a casual, modern Y2K-inspired outfit with trumpet-style denim pants (is that what they're called? honestly, I don't know anything about fashion), a yellow knit crop-top, yellow platform sandals, heart earrings and a heart pin, and a dark blue hair band.

Stella

I'll be honest, I never liked Stella's design all that much as a kid... I feel better about it now, but I still wanted to put her in a yellow sundress instead of her two-part outfit. I added a green cardigan to keep her original color scheme, and I thought those heels with sunflowers on were just to die for!

I would love to see her with a lot of sun and moon-imagery, and I think they'd be really subtle accessories in a live-action show - a chain belt, a necklace, earrings, and perhaps a bracelet. They may look like much, but since the dress and cardigan are plain, I think it'd end up looking quite lovely!

Flora

With Flora, my OG favourite, I went for a more bohemian style with a loose, knit crop-top and a ruffled, flowery pink skirt. I liked the idea of a more earthy color palette, having even the pinks muted.

I gave her flat shoes, which are more practical for gardening, and a scrunchie she could have around her wrist. I know her gardening is magical, but I just love the idea of her growing things organically too, and for that, long hair is better tied back a bit <3

Tecna

This one was soooo difficult to make, because there was a risk of making her look like a young Polish boy who just discovered Adidas... I think a light purple pixi cut would look so good paired with an angular, purple crop top and checkered (striped?) green shorts. I think the triangle earrings would work so well with this!

Her shoes are bigger, and I'd imagine they'd have some tech in them, just like the green watch - they're magical, of course! But also electronic? The glasses are just for inspiration on what she might be able to conjure with her magic, that's for CGI to work out tho xD

Musa

I honestly don't know if I could've made a more direct result... I don't think an IRL Musa would look good with those high pigtails, so I went for space-buns instead. The denim jeans are still baggy (why did I never notice you can see her underwear??), but I chose some that were stone-washed to give them some flair.

The top is more Chinese-inspired to make a connection to her heritage - I searched for almost an hour to find something I liked, and uh... the internet's nasty... I added a lot of musical elements, like a hairpin and a charm bracelet, since I don't really think it's obvious from her design alone that her magical connection is to music. Also, cat headphones. Because why not?

Layla/Aisha

I'll be completely honest, I've never liked Layla's (and yes, I'll refer to her as Layla, that's the name I heard when I grew up with the show) outfit - on itself, it's fine, but I was so confused by her magic when she first appeared. It was waaay later that I learned she has a connection to water (I know it's not directly water-magic).

I looked at her other outfits, and I don't really think any of them did her justice. She's such a cool concept, but I don't think the creators fully knew what to do with her from the start... Anyway, that's just speculation, that's not what you're here for!

I kept her original outfit with a pink crop top, but changed the cargo skirt for shorts (that's just more practical). Of course, we keep the leg warmers; they're iconic! I also added pearl earrings, because... ocean.

Yeah, I struggled with Layla, but I think she could be a JEWEL given a re-design - also in the plot. Keep her personality and backstory, tweak the powers, and the wardrobe changes would come naturally <3

[arc-misadventures]

Plights of a Sucubus

Cinder Fall, a sucubus with nearly two centuries under her demonic wings sat at the lunch table after the ending of the Sucubus’s Monthly meeting. A meeting where the Sucubus reported on their activities, and how well they were gathering, ‘Pleasure’ from the prey.

Cinder was an expert in the, Art of Pleasure, her vast skills, and experiences, gave her a wealth of knowledge to draw upon. She knew how to snatch her prey with the easiest of body movements, the softs of words, and the mastery of bodily pleasure. However, as of late, things were not going how she planned it, and as she idly picked at the meal before her, she struggled to find out, why. She mused upon her thoughts until they were interrupted by the return of a dear friend of hers.

Emerald: Hey, Cinder~!

Cinder: Oh, hello Emerald; How are you?

Emerald: Not as well as you seeem to be doing, Pretty Lady~!

Cinder: Beg pardon?

Emerald: You won, Seductress of the Month! Good going girl!

Cinder: Oh, that was nothing…

: Nothing?! That was nothing?!

Cinder’s gaze turn to her left to see her friend, Coco set next to her, bumping her shoulder with hers as she sat next to her. A vicious, and lustful smile across her face.

Coco: I just barely won second place over, Neo, but you had double what both of us had combined! Who, and what did you bang to get a score like that!

Cinder: N-No one… I haven’t done anything like that…

CE: …?

Emerald: What?!

Coco: Bullshit! There’s no way you’ve earned a score like that without banging someone!

Emerald: Even if you wrote erotic stories like Blake does, you wouldn’t earn those kind of points! The hell do you mean you haven’t done it?!

Coco: Spill the dish girl, or else!

Cinder: Or, else what…?

Coco: Or, else one of us will take them from you!

Emerald: Ohh~! No doesn’t that sound like fun~!

Cinder: You know it’s against the rules to steal another’s prey… You sure you want to suffer the consequences of those actions…?

Emerald: You said you have slept with them, that means they’re free game~!

Cinder: Actually, that means he isn’t, ‘free game.’

Coco: He?

Emerald: And, who says he isn’t?

: The rules for one.

Emerald: Grk?!

Coco: Oh shit…

An older, more mature, and vastly more experience in the art of seduction Sucubus stood behind the trio, Her emerald eyes staring them down, challenging them to dare speak up, and learn why she, Glynda Goodwitch was called, ‘The Disciplinarian.’

Glynda: Although nothing sexual has happened between a Sucubus, and her query. It is still forbidden to steal them away. Considering a game of cat, and mouse, the constant teasing, the indirect flirting can be quite, fulfilling unto itself. Is that perhaps what you are doing, Ms. Fall?

Coco: Are you interested in her prey too, Glyn?

Glynda: Who isn’t? With a score that great, with just one man, what could you two have possibly be doing? And, who for that matter~?

Cinder: I… I found a pure soul…

Emerald: WHAT?!

Coco: No way?!

Glynda: Really? You found a pure soul, how?!

Cinder: I just stumbled upon him… I was just looking around, trying to find my next mark, and I… Just found him…

: You just found a pure soul? Damn, aren’t you a lucky lady~!

Hair as black as coal, with wings of a raven, eyes as red as blood, and a body as luscious, and as succulent as a cool glass of water in a scorching dessert. With a full, and well endowed body to match it, such was the body of, Raven Branwen, The Bandit.

Raven: So, how was he, no doubt some stuttering blushing virgin!

Cinder: We… We haven’t done anything…

Raven: Nothing? You’re kidding right?

Cinder: We haven’t even kissed…

Raven: The fuck are you doing then?!

Cinder: Well… I found him, and I realized it was a pure soul I naturally freaked out. I mean its a pure soul, how else am I supposed to react? So, I enter his apartment through the open window, I sneak up behind him, and give him the whole works! I’m radiating my full Sucubus radiance! The wings the floating hair, the luscious lips, the thic thighs, swaying, and bouncing breasts! Everything! If I’m going to get this guy, I have to give it my all.

Glynda: As should be done.

Raven: You find a pure soul, you pull all the stops to claim it!

Cinder: And, I was more then willing to do so~! He turned to face me, he screamed a little as he backed into the wall, but I had him just where I wanted him~! His voice is a stuttering mess as he asks who am I, and I respond, “Ny name is, Cinder Fall, I am a Sucubus, and for tonight, I am yours’s to do what ever, and however you please~!”

Emerald: Rather forward don’t you think?

Coco: No, you marked him as a shy virgin didn’t you?

Cinder: Yes I did. Which he still is…

Coco: Ahh yes… You see Emerald, with virgins its better to use a more straight forward approach: The imbeciles start thinking for with their bits, then their brains, so its easier to seduce them.

Cinder: To which he didn’t think with those…

Raven: But, your score?

Cinder: Haa… It took him about five minutes to stop freaking out. Which was understandable, after all I did sneak up on him. To calm his nerves, a bit… I moved closer to him, and cusped his cheek in my hand, and huskily whispered him not to worry, everything is fine because mommy was here~! He finally calmed down, and then proceeded to have a small panic attack since I was a succubus after all.

Raven: Makes sense, I’ve had dozens of marks faint because I just showed up… I’ve also had marks who have fainted during the ‘fun part…’

Coco: Buzz kills that lot is… What happened next, Cindy?

Cinder: Well, I then explained who, and what I was, and told him I could be anything I wanted me to be, and that we could do anything he wanted to do. He then quietly whispered: “Anything?” In a shy whisper, I smiled luscious as I simply replied, “Anything~!” And then…

Emerald: Then…?

Coco: Then what happen…?

Cinder: Thenweplayedvideogames…

Emerald: What was that?

Coco: You did what?

Glynda: Would you please speak up, Cinder?

Cinder: Haaa…

Raven: Speak up girl!

Cinder: WE PLAYED A VIDEOGAME!!!

Emerald: Eh?

Coco: You did what?

Glynda: A videogame?

: What kind of game?

Raven: What does that have to do with anything?

: It has to do with everything my dear~!

Cinder looked up to see a pair of familiar cat ears with golden studs pierced into them. Amber eyes, stared her down as a large juicy rump wiggled from side to side as she pressed her heavy bosom onto the table. All the while the cat smiled her monicker smile of a seductress often referred to the, ‘Milf Next Door.’ Kali Belladonna.

Kali: You two could have been playing one of those naughty video games from, Mistral. Was it that dear, I know my dear, Blakey loves those games, but did you?

Cinder: We didn’t play that… We play a game called, Grimm Party 12…

Coco: Wait, that silly kids party game?! You played that?!

Cinder: Ya… You see, Jaune… T-That’s his name, doesn’t have any friends to play it with so he’s been playing against the bots, and hasn’t found that to be that much fun to play against. So he wanted to play against a real person instead.

Emerald: So you played against him?

Cinder: Yes! But, there was a catch to it all; If I win, we would do anything I wanted to do. To which he agreed to. So then we started to play, and I lost?!

Kali: You lost?

Cinder: Horribly!!! I got last place to the bots that were set on easy mode?! I then challenged him to another game, and I lost that one too?!

Raven: How many times did you lose to him?

Cinder: Six times?! But, I was close, so close on that last one… GrrrRRRR!

Raven: You played against him six times?

Cinder: I refused to accept defeat! But, after the sixth game he had enough for the day, and called it quits. Cheeky bugger…

Emerald: What happened next, did you seduce him then?

Cinder: No, I was so furious from losing so much even I couldn’t get into the mood?!

Glynda: Hasn’t that happened to you before, Raven?

Raven: We don’t talk about that…

Kali: Fuu-fuu-fuu~! Spoil sport~!

Cinder: He then said because he won so much that he get to decided what we should do. And, I was about to celebrate, I was finally going to score with this blond boy at long last! And…?!

Glynda: And?

Cinder: Haa… He invited me to come again tomorrow to play again…

Raven: Oh, that the look of a blued ball Sucubus…

Emerald: That can happen to use?!

Cinder: So I came back the next day, and I lost again! So he invited me to come again tomorrow, and I lost again?! Then he invited me to come by later the next day, because he had work first thing in the morning! And, then… Then the worst thing of all happened…

Coco: You found out he was gay…?

Emerald: You weren’t his type?

Kali: That he preferred Milfs~?

Cinder: No… He got tired of playing, Grimm Party 12… So we played Grimm Cart 12 instead…

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To be Continued

[witchthewriter]

helloo! i hope that you’re having an amazing day!! i saw your blog through one of my mutuals and let me tell you, im amazed! you are so talented. do you have a watt pad? or will you publish books in the future? id love to support you. 🤍

okay im sorry if that’s too personal I just got carried away 😄. i wanted to join your ship game if its still possible. fandoms i choose are peaky blinders, harry potter and stranger things.

about me: she/her, heterosexual, infp

little bit more:

i love reading and annotating books.

i love baking especially things that have chocolate in.

i love Winter and snowy days .( im happy that they’re close now anyways)

i am afraid of bugs (sadly) but i hate it when someone kills them.

i like drawing and sketching.

i am fascinated by different cultures but always keep a safe line between so I don’t come off as disrespectful.

i love it when people are thoughtful and understanding towards each other.

i hate conflicts and people misunderstanding me.

fun fact; i love ballet and bella hadid (but I have many more loved celebrities like lily rose 😌) 🫶🏼

i like vintage and retro stuff

my personality: quiet and cold from outside but if you’d get to know me i am not cold 🤧. would say emphatic and sensitive but I don’t know how others see me 😄.

okay that’s it! Thank you so much for your time energy and patience. Have a great day, waiting more posts from you 🫶🏼🥰

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋

I am LITERALLY DOING PUPPY DOG EYES RIGHT NOW, why would you say such a nice thing! I'm actually going to cry. Your support means so much to be. I actually am writing a book! I started it for my uni assignment and I decided I want to publish it someday (although there's a long way to go before THAT ever happens <3)

What each ship has in common:

⋆ They’re usually the leader/in charge ⋆ Responsible  ⋆ The person who people look to for advice ⋆ Get shiz done ⋆ Get along well with kids (I mean Tommy might not fit in this but he does love his children very much)

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Thomas Shelby! I can see your relationship firstly being a fake one. Where you have something he wants and vice versa; you get married to so his business can progress even further, and you do it so your family is protected/safe/well-looked after. While spending more time with each other, you fall in love. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Very sarcastic and witty with each other

・Relationship tropes; ‘partners in crime,’ ‘fake relatiopnship > falling in love > actually happy you married each other.’ 

・He buys you anything and everything. I mean it gets excessive. You probably donate a lot of stuff to charity/neighbours/family/friends. He doesn’t mind. He just wants you to have everything you ever dreamed of

・Isn’t big on pet names, probably calls you a variation of your first name. Maybe even your last name

・Rocky relationship until you understand Tommy’s motives; not just about the business, but himself, his backstory, the war etc

・You’re always protected  - you’re literally apart of the Shelby family. No one tells you what todo, actually no one even denies you anything. I feel like you could do WHATEVER you wanted and no one would bat an eye

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Remus Lupin! (Whatever age you wish) the only difference would be that Older Remus is a bit more mature and ... has suffered more ... I’m so sorry I could have worded that better but my brain is having a hissy fit <3

AND! I actually want Joseph Quinn to play young Remus Lupin? Tell me he wouldn’t fit the role so fricken well?? 

Okay so I think you two would be such a good match! I get the sense that you’re very kind, moreso then you realise. Compassionate and caring also, which would catch Remus’ eye. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Being so so soft with each other - like holding hands, stroking each other’s hair, swift kisses, rubbing the palm of his hand. 

・He likes to rest his head in your lap. It’s where he feels safest, and the most calm. 

・On full moon nights, (when he isn’t able to take his potion) he will lock himself in a room, chain himself up and you have to listen to his cries/whines/howls all night...

・Being a really really strong couple - your relationship is founded on honesty, real love and understanding. People look up to you guys. 

・He likes it when you hum, or sing. It makes him feel all fuzzy inside - he hadn’t ever dreamed of someone falling in love with him. 

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Steve Harrington! I get ‘it’ girl vibes from you to be honest, like you would totally be queen bee - but not in a mean way - not at all negative. I just think you would do really well in a leading role! 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Making fun of his hair, trying to mess it up and Steve is like “Hey! Woah woah woah what are you doing little missy!” And he’s swatting your hand away

・THE KIDS LOVE YOU. If Steve is the Mum then you would take a more relaxed approach. Because I love it the thought of him being absolutely worried about these kids and so overprotective. “Dustin put that down,” “Lucas do not make me come over there,” “Max I WILL pull this car over!”

And you’re like, “honey it’s okay. Really it’s alright.” Trying to soothe your flustered boyfriend who is taking this babysitting thing so goddamn seriously

・Making a playlist for him, and it’s about how you feel. He gets giddy dude.  “For me? Babe! I love it!!!” And he scoops you up and spins you around. He plays it all the time. Everywhere. In his room. In his car. In other people’s car. He takes it everywhere with him. 

・Is so much more responsible then people give him credit for - like your parents (or single parent/guardian up to you) thought Steve was a playboy who was  up to no good. But he was literally the one making sure everyone else was safe

・Getting drunk with Steve, can you imagine? He comes up with the most randomest stuff. But I also feel like he would be worried what you’d say (because of what happened with Nancy) but you just gush about how much you love him and never want to be without him. He is literally a blushing mess and won’t stop repeating ‘I love you y/n’

[miss-smutty]

Forbidden

Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @jjpogueprincess @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires @monet-belle

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Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

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I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

[writing-in-april]

The Melody Lives On

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Seeing Spencer after so long apart makes past feelings come to the surface again.

A/N: Hey heyy 🥰 this is my third fic for my 1250 follower celebration!! It was based on a request that @imagining-in-the-margins passed along to me- if you want to see a photo of the original request it’ll be on the follower celebration Masterlist! It’s got vague references to the prison arc and is also inspired by Grey’s Anatomy 🥰 Thank you to @lexieshuntingsstuff for getting me back to realizing how much I love Grey’s 😊 Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy, and requests are open!

Warnings: Nothing I guess- unless vague references to the prison arc bother you

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.2k

“Dr. Y/L/N to conference room A please. Dr. Y/L/N to conference room A please. ” Came through the intercom. I was sitting in the hospital cafeteria munching on crackers while reading a book that I honestly wasn’t paying that much attention to because of how dead tired I was. I couldn’t stifle the groan that escaped me, I didn’t want my first break in what seemed like forever to be cut short.

Besides the fact that my bones and muscles ached I willed my body to move out of my chair despite it’s very prominent protests. There was a line of attending that led outside the conference room, I guess I had been the only one they had forgotten to get the memo out too.

Karev then came up behind me with just as much of a quizzical look on his face as mine and the rest of the attendings- I guess no one knew why we were here.

The only hint that the rest of us got to what was going on inside was when Arizona left the room and said it was some sort of FBI interrogation before she scurried off back towards peds.

As the line dwindled down to just me and Karev with Meredith in the room my mind started to wander to the person that I knew that happened to be in the FBI. Well- I guess I didn’t know him anymore, it had been a decade plus since I had seen him.

Of course said person that I happened to be thinking about happened to be in the room.

As soon as I saw his fluffy hair memories came flooding back. He looked so different now, more mature. But, I could clearly tell who it was; it was Spencer.

We had met just as I had been starting my first year of college. At first I had assumed he was the same, a freshman. Then I had learned that he was actually already on his second PHD- which had been in mathematics if my memory serves me well.

I had admittedly gawked at him at first like so many had done to him as well when they found out about his vast valleys of intellect that seemed to go on forever. When I had asked him to tutor me in my own mathematics course it was for the sole reason of bumping up the grade I had let slip. That was until I had gotten to know the sweet boy who was almost a man, though his baby face definitely did try to fight that fact. Guilt had immediately cropped up within me once I realized how much of a fool I was to not want to get to know him deeper than just the ‘child prodigy’ that everyone knew him as. He was one of the nicest people I had ever had the pleasure to come across, plus his bountiful knowledge made conversations with him extremely riveting to say the least. I remember apologizing to him profusely that first night, that was the first time I had gotten the chance to see the true extent of how sweet his kind eyes could be.

What had first been a simple somewhat feigned friendship to get a good tutor turned into the closest friendship that I had ever had. That close friendship had eventually turned into a romantic relationship one that in my opinion rivaled any of the great classic love stories.

Unfortunately, fate is rarely kind to lovers and what had once been sweet turned sour. It wasn’t any one of our faults, I knew that. But, my blossoming career as a surgeon led me to get an internship in Seattle while Spencer was led to the front steps of the FBI.

Every time I thought back on it I bitterly laughed at the irony of us both being led to Washington, though they were different ones that were on the other sides of the country. I had no animosity towards Spencer and the last time I saw him neither did he. But, the memories stung painfully when looking back on them. They stung even worse when I was faced with the sight of the man who had stolen my heart more than a decade ago and had yet to give it back.

His hair had grown out since I had last seen him, it now curled more around his ears and was much fluffier. The color of his soft curls would make anyone obsessed, mousy brown that shined a little bit of a burnt caramel when the tops of his curls hit the light. He had taken to letting his curls run wild which I had always liked to see when he would wash his hair of the gel he used to religiously put in.

A new addition along with his curls was the scruff he had begun to let grow out a little. When I knew him growing out his scruff a little would’ve been a completely foreign concept to young Spencer. I remember him always complaining about how scratchy it felt when he even let it grow out a little. The scruff also used to seem jarring on his younger face, looking out of place on his boyish face. Now his face definitely suited the scruff.

He had changed a lot indeed, but underneath it all I could still see the Spencer I knew. His eyes held a darkness now that matched well with the fluffy curls and scruff. The darkness that deepened his eyes was attractive for sure, but I wondered what had made the sweet boy become so dark. There was a part of me that wanted to know this Spencer as well, even with the darkness, despite the fact that I hadn’t really known him in so long.

His eyes had been piercing right into my own as I took the sight of him in. Those dark eyes felt like they were reaching right into my soul and hooking their claws in deep to draw me right back into him. Though I can’t say I minded much, being drawn back into Spencer’s warmth sounded like something we may both need.

“Dr.?” One of the men that was in the room with Spencer spoke up to get my attention. They must have been talking while the both of us had zoned out looking at each other.

The older man that spoke to me looked like he may have been a bit too old to work for the FBI. If I didn’t know that Spencer worked for them I would’ve thought Arizona had been pulling our legs when she told us what this was for because Instead of acknowledging the other man I turned back to face Spencer and spoke softly,”It’s good to see you, Spencer.”

“You too.” His voice croaked and was hoarse when he replied. His coworkers looked extremely confused with what was happening, especially the woman with blonde hair that was eyeing me up and down. Though in her position I didn’t blame her, I’m assuming nothing had ever been shared with his coworkers ever since he had joined the FBI about someone that had been in his life all those years ago.

The group of us stood at an awkward standstill for a minute, I was unsure if I was supposed to say anything. I fidgeted a bit uncomfortable with a bunch of eyes fixated directly on me before Spencer decided to speak up to break the tension, “Um- well Y/N- there was a suspect that came here a few weeks ago to possibly find some people that would um- be suitable victims for him.”

I pushed my reminiscing thoughts of Spencer out of my mind just so I could properly answer their questions before hopefully snagging a minute away with him to talk. I wouldn’t lie, seeing him after all these years made my feelings flicker in a way I hadn’t felt in so long. And, it was really nice to hear him say my first name again. He was really the only one to ever make those butterflies in my stomach swell and sparks fly. I had even resigned myself to never feel those wonderful feelings of blossoming love again.

But, perhaps fate had decided to give us a second chance, realizing it had been too cruel to us by pulling us apart.

When the questions ended, which unfortunately I had really been no help to them- the only people that would’ve been able to help with the victims were probably Meredith or maybe Bailey who had been in contact with the poor people who had ended up as victims.

I moved to shuffle out of the room, though I purposefully lingered in hopes of Spencer pulling me aside to speak privately. I didn’t want to do it myself, he was on an important job after all.

My heart skipped a beat when I felt his fingers tentatively wrap his fingers around my wrist. Even from just a soft touch it was evident that his hands were not the same hands that I remembered. They were the same shape, his fingers were just as long and nimble and his palms were just as all encompassing, but there was something different in the way they felt. They felt rougher, covered in more calluses then I would think possible on him. The hands I remembered were baby soft as if they had been untouched by the world. Maybe the calluses were just from him handling the gun I saw strapped to his side, or maybe it was the same thing that had made the rest of him harder.

Even though he was an obviously harder- more damaged man compared to the one I knew I still wanted those callused hands to stroke my cheek again.

The yearning to be with him again had already flickered into a roaring fire just from seeing him with my eyes again and with one soft touch. I didn’t care in the slightest how much the world had changed him. The world had battered and bruised him, probably quite literally from my guess. I wanted to get to know this Spencer, even with the bruises he still filled my stomach full of butterflies and sparked my feelings into a roaring fire exactly like he had done so before.

I turned to face him, a little nervous that he’d tell me that he never wanted to see me again despite the fact that I knew he’d never say that to me no matter how much of a changed man he was.

“Do you want to get a coffee while I’m in town, maybe so we can- um catch up after your shift?” His voice was so soft, almost meek, giving me a little taste of what Spencer had been like and who he still was at his core.

“Yeah I’d like that, Spencer, just have one more surgery and then I’m yours.” His two coworkers that he had come with were giving us both looks like they’d be interrogating Spencer on the ride back. Yeah he definitely had never said anything about me judging by their looks I now cared to look at. I couldn’t blame him, the memories had been painful to look back on myself. But, seeing him now made them tinge with a little bit of sweetness instead of growing more bitter with time.

I pulled out my phone that was in my white jacket pocket and asked, “what’s your number?”

I had his old number memorized by heart easily even after all these years. It was as if I had taken a small portion of Spencer’s eidetic memory just so I could hold onto a number that after over ten years is surely not usable. He gave me his new number with a distinctly D.C area code with a sweet smile on his face. As I left the room to scoot over to the surgery I was due to perform I was sparkling with anticipation- I could almost taste the coffee already.

As I started my last surgery of my long shift, someone turned on the music playlist that I always had on a loop during my surgeries. A song that reminded me of Spencer was the first one that came on the shuffle. It wasn’t one that reminded me of the Spencer I once knew, but the new version of Spencer I had just met.

I focused in on the task at hand just as I always did. Cutting with pristine precision, I worked quickly but diligently. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but I wouldn’t skimp on my work. In the back of my mind I was still giddy like the schoolgirl I had been when I had first met Spencer. I couldn’t wait to get that coffee with him- I wondered if he still liked a gallon of sugar with it. Our first song had ended, but the melody lived on- maybe the melody was strong enough to start another.

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[sometipsygnostalgic]

You already said what your favorite pb ourfits are so... what about your favorite marcy outfits?

God, it’s sooo hard to choose. My two favourites are Varmints and the younger appearance from Memory of a Memory. The former is her cutest appearance in the show, and the latter is something I have fond memories of from drawing fanart for her in that outfit when I first discovered AT. I drew Marcy SO MUCH in that outfit that my art quality actually went from 0 to decent in the space of 2 weeks. 

Here are a few others: 

I love her appearance in Ocarina

She is only onscreen for all of three seconds but is wearing a brand new outfit, it’s fucking brilliant.  

I am DEEPLY in love with her appearance from Marceline’s Closet. 

And like any rightful bisexual, I am gay for her What Was Missing costume. 

Her Princess Day outfit is cool too. I love the hair and the different body shape in this one. 

This underrated appearance from the episode with the purple porp juice... 

I FUCKING ADORE the booties she has on. I want to dress like this.  

Marceline has a matching outfit with Peebles for “Broke his Crown” and “Seventeen”, both of which look gorgeous.  

Then there’s her outfit in the finale, which I thought was very interesting. It made her seem... weirdly vulnerable, especially compared to PB who had all the armor on. Interesting that Marceline was dressed as a peasant. But when she rips off the gloves, arms and hat later, you see her as her rawest self. So it’s pretty symbolic in a way. 

And finally, OBSIDIAN. 

These PJs are the CUTEST, with those lil socks and boxer shorts. 

And I was in love with their young outfits. I loved how intimidating they were supposed to come across, in contrast with their softer older appearances. 

Now, the biggest difference between PB and Marcy’s outfits is that while PB’s costumes are used for story and representation elements - representing all the different parts of her character whenever they become relevant, sometimes being starkly different from each other, but having common themes like the colours or shoulderpads unless the show is deliberately avoiding them - Marceline’s costumes are consistently similar. They all have the same colours, and they all look like they’d belong to... the same wardrobe? But they do change when she needs them to. She looks more vulnerable and soft when the show wants her to, more hardened when it wants her to be edgy.  

I think it’s the colour pallette. She always has greys, blues, and reds. No matter what. It’s only Broke His Crown and Seventeen that subvert her usual style with a more mature look, because she’s on a fucking date in those episodes. 

It’s actually incredible how many different outfits they can give her, while having her be instantly recognisable as Marceline. 

[littobin]

sprung

genre: suggestive romantic stuff, with a tiny bit of angst

pairing: tattooist!moonbin x reader.

warnings: none ? just a minimal language, and kinda heavy making out... yeah

- summary: sanha, the well known skater, had an older brother. and maybe his best friend y/n was too in love to proper think.

a/n note: this is kinda long and emo, it's just my first time writing in this genre so hfjbfn sorry in advance. gender neutral, also for a special friend who encouraged me to post on her birthday. planning on do stuff for the other boys soon. :)

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[1:02AM]

putting a bit of effort into it you open your eyes, tired after waking up from what felt like a long nap.

your head still was unsettled, confused, looking around the place you found yourself at. by some point then you manage to recognize the living room and the nice sofa on which you were lying, such things from nothing less nothing more than the comfy, simple house of your best friend, sanha.

honestly no matter how much you tried to recall it on your mind, nothing reminded you of what could have happened for you to wake up there. despite how it was already one habit of yours to often visit this house where the tall, half black half blonde haired boy used to greet you in with his bubbly smile several times, and of course with his extra peculiar style, ripped pants, bandaids and chaotic printed t-shirts you always thought to be funny.

to be friends with a professional skater since high school days wasn't so bad, after all sanha was indeed one of a kind, such a mature and high spirited boy. he was such a nice goofball, always ready to talk about any topic, share taste on music or learn new things, the actual opposite of what people say about someone like him. sanha has always been an amazing friend, making you feel comfortable and your days a lot lighter every time you went to see him after dealing with responsibilities.

whether your short visits were to spend some time for both of you to help each other with things about studies or just when you missed spending time with him, you were already a common guest. for textbooks and notes purposes or for when it'd all turn into laughs, popcorn and your best friend's favorite games, or even in skate competitions he used to bring you with him at the square down street.

or else, when you'd also come to secretly see the black haired handsome man always on his casual clothes living there with your friend, who at the time he was home would stay sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes doing his works outside at the small desk near the garden, sometimes practicing sketches in his own room.

sanha introduced him as his older brother bin, who unlike him was a lover of all kinds of arts. whom you shouldn't pay so much attention to, but before your mind could go against it all of your thoughts were just as they ended up. constantly filled with him, with the need to see him everyday.

however now instead of going on trying to figure out any other possibilities to what could've brought you there, or even letting your thoughts wander over sanha's brother again, you hear calm footsteps approaching and immediately close your eyes, burying yourself on the sofa's recline. there you pretend to be still asleep, yet not understanding why your first reaction was like this, if it could be just your best friend.

for a few minutes the atmosphere remains monotonous, but soon enough turns tense as you feel someone come too close. two strong muscular arms embrace you carefully, bringing a sweet smell of shampoo you instantly could recognize so well. since the time when, in a game match with your best friend and his brother, both you and sanha attacked him with tickles for being the loser, as a form of punishment. you'd never forget it, for how it was your very first time hearing bin's boyish giggles, and touching his so silky, smooth hair, like a thin fabric tinted by the late night hues.

all of this together sent your heart pounding madly, already knowing who was there with you, especially when his jaw's downy skin brushes against your face for the proximity. at first he made a kind of awkward attempt to put you into his arms, in a position you could be carried comfortably. after one more try he gets to pick you up, and just when he easily manages to hold you firmly in bridal style, taking you off the couch like a light plush on his arms, nervousness started taking over you in silence as you couldn't assimilate where he planned to carry you to.

albeit a bit sudden at times and without much control of his own strength, except when you saw him drawing extremely detailed lines with his tattoo needle for customers at the studio he worked in, to where once sanha took you to bring him lunch, albeit he was too broad and intimidating, and his own homemade food didn’t always come out good for that little rough way of his no matter how hard he tried to do something thinking of you and sanha, albeit it all bin was always too gentle, too loving. it was so much whenever he'd open his mouth to talk with such sweetness and even a tiny bit of timidity to express his thoughts, even though how excellent he is with words, all of his little 'eh?'s when he'd be confused or cute neck scratches, you'd never believe he'd be a professional tattooist for years. he could normally work for all kinds of people, from madams to rockers, and do any type of drawings, from small daises to pretty complicated dragons and skulls. you'd have no clue of it if sanha didn't tell you, also about the fact bin always wanted to be a dancer, but because it was just the two of them and life tends to adapt itself according to necessities, he never thought about doing tattoos, yet casually came to work on it with time.

outside his job bin always took good care of his younger brother, though the troubles sanha would occasionally cause or how mischievous he could be even with him, and bin had to hit his head sometimes. all of his gestures were always docile, humble, treating you as if he was also a friend, and always being a real gentleman. not mentioning the countless times he had his crescent moons smile on up his eyes, just utterly enchanting.

all of this inevitably got you even more lovestruck, and your heart weak, no matter how hard you tried to muffle down those feelings. bin remained as the only man whose your mind and its daydreams for hours never grew tired of, the only one who gave new colors to your days. the more you knew him the more you were sure you couldn't be in any other way than hopelessly in love with him, too affected whenever he'd be around.

before you'd notice it you were thinking about this, about all you kept hidden inside for him. so you just settled yourself to forget what would be going on and let him believe you were really asleep, although in fact tension ran down your nape feeling his body's warmth, heat uncontrollably up your face while you leaned against his large chest.

after a few minutes of more footsteps sounds on stairs and doors opening through he carried you, bin stops at a certain point, slowly placing you carefully over another soft material, which you deduced to be of a bed.

you held yourself static, thinking he'd soon leave you there to rest and go, as you figured out sanha's brother probably would do so by his cordiality. nevertheless almost all at once you were simply taken aback when the male leaned on the bed, and slowly on top of you. his elbows and one knee supported him over, in such a way that made you too weak under his figure covering yours up, as if he was like a huge brown bear in charge. shivers hardened your shoulders, as you feel a heavier breath against your face.

"i know you're awake." he says softly, yet his characteristic boyish voice sounding way huskier than normally. you instantly open your eyes in disbelief over what you've heard, and just so your cheeks turns crimson, realizing how both of you were just few centimeters apart. his stunning almond eyes sparkled brightly into the room, dark and hooded while staring deeply at you. every one of his features on his manly face were lined on a serious expression, seeming concentrated, but almost fatal.

"bin.." all you could do was just mutter his name sheepishly over embarrassment, only to get a sigh from him in response. "shh..." his index finger lightly touches your mouth, tracing its tip to the corner of your lips, your hands starting to sweat cold just by the small contact with his digits.

bin then suddenly towered over you, without removing his intense brown irises from yours and rests his arms around your face, so his long fingers would now caress your hair. solely in this move his body quickly cornered you on the bed by his height. butterfly swarms rush into your stomach, as for a few minutes both of you kept quiet, staring intently at each other.

you swallowed hard. any trivial action like breathing now seemed dull, with him there so close to you as never. bin was like the definition of being drop dead gorgeous, every detail, every fiber of him exuded beauty, to almost seem unreal. through these few seconds watching him you couldn't keep your eyes from wandering, over each one of them. his thin, dainty rosy lips, which looked a little swollen, begging for another one's touches. black hair strands resembling the universe's dark matter hovering messy on his slightly sweaty forehead, and over his expressive frowned eyebrows. soft, milky skin which became a little more flushed as he stared at you, thick neck exposed by his t-shirt colar, wide shoulders covered by his cardigan tucked on his elbows.

oh everything about him was, so breathtaking.

although you couldn't understand why he was doing this, for how in your head you wondered why such an attractive man like him, who anyone would want to have, was there looking this way at someone so simple, still you couldn't hold back such things he made you feel. too many things screaming for you to let them out. and it was just the same for him.

"you know what.. damn it.." you heard bin break down the silence with a shaky whisper, and before you'd realize or question anything he placed your noses together in a soft brush and collided your lips with his eagerly, both of you sighing in the contact.

fear still was the main emotion taking over you, even though you closed your eyes right away and gave in to him, millions of beautiful sensations coursing through your veins at once. you simply didn't have any idea on how to act, what you should do in the first place all because of the frozen state his attitude caused, something you'd hardly come up with in your dreams by how far out of your reach you thought it'd be. however now you just put everything aside, gradually melting away with your knees getting weaker, as you felt bin kissing you in an irresistibly slow, delicate way.

not even through any of your deductions with yourself you'd imagine these little things which had your heart to almost explode now, that his nose would be so soft, and his lips would taste so sweet, velvety in their texture extremely hot and moist, pressing and moving gently as if they were massaging yours. easily you were found anesthetized, like one who reaches the ninth cloud. when they started to move more, just a bit hungrier between small sucks created by him and nibblings on your lower lip, you began to gradually further correspond them into the kiss, wherein he lets out quiet sounds, his pulsations so out of control and his cheeks burning red just as, or perhaps even more than you.

bin was still trying to not lose his composure. still trying to keep the feelings he had hidden for you from being all poured out at once, like a waterfall.

since the first time when sanha introduced you to him as his best friend, after he came home from a rough day at work. since then when you smiled saying your name and he could sense flowers blooming all over his chest, stealing the air on top of his lungs. to every time you locked eyes for too long or your hands accidentally touched his when you'd volunteer to help him in the kitchen. every little conversation, every time you patted his shoulders to encourage him when his brother would as well, never looking intimidated, like most people he knew.

he didn't want to show each drop of his honesty so fast in case you wouldn't flinch, but it was too hard when he had you there kissing him back, only the two of you in this moment, feeling you not repress him but otherwise, just wanting his touches as much as he's been longing for yours. he couldn't help but lose his mind more and more into each of your small actions. your hands timidly plugged on his waist, almost embracing it while his warm, long fingers intertwined with your hair strands, that somes mixed a little in his bangs, or your leg unconsciously poking his. in a way that without noticing bin tightened his arms more around you as well as the pressure of his chest, looking for more and more closure to you.

it didn't take long until the male would part his lips like a bud's petals, and so you shudder with his hot tongue there rubbing your lower lip, asking for entrance. you just give in not even being able to think through all the flustering this new sensation sent on you, and bin slowly deepened the kiss, making it fulfilled by all the so suffocated attachment you had for each other.

little by little his tongue slides in intertwining with yours, as the first thing hitting you was the fresh flavor of his chocolate mint cereal bar, which you were used to always see on bin's hands or pockets, and it just added an even better feeling through you explored his mouth. plenty more touches come up between the two of you so that the male, after staying still in the same position for a little while, suddenly slides one of his arms down. his huge veiny hand grips firmly and gives light squeezes on your side what caused you to jump a few times, running it down in a path of pure shivers to your hips, until he catches your hand still on his waist and without any previous warning pulls it in, under his shirt.

air immediately hitched on your throat out of shock, but bin was immersed, focused on only feeling you more. in the intervals his tongue's tip traced your mouth tilting his head for access, and when he brought it back so he'd press and gently suck your lips with his, the male kept the pace guiding your hand on his large back. slowly he also brought it down to the point of his firm, built up abdomen, which caused chills on himself, and moved your palm to make contact with the warmth of his absurdly soft, fragile bare skin inside the fabric. uncontrollable pulsations took over you the moment you get access to this new touch, your head in a fog of only bin.

this one was indeed a little different from the docile person you knew, with his contagious smile behind gloves and a tattoo needle you were so used to see. instead bin showed to be such an intense man, and why not say sexy, full of alluring gestures you didn't know how to handle, solemnly irresistible. over an impulse you make up a little of courage and start moving your hands by yourself, caressing and feeling his muscles, that have always been apparent on his manly athletic body, as each of his proportions under the shirt.

"god.." he suddenly said under his breath in a way sounding too sensual from his gracious, still husky voice among the kiss, melting completely in sensitivity and a cardiac mess because of you. bin then pressed a few more pecks a few more times on your lips, not wanting to pull away but doing so already for running out of air, through both of you parted trying to catch it.

yet you fail miserably, as soon as you see your best friend's brother face, completely flushed and breathless. his coffee colored eyes dripped fondness and loads of tiny stars all together, eyebrows pressed in such a lovely, affectionate expression you swore you never saw anything so endearing in your life. if it wasn't for another beat skipping your chest when you noticed a small amount of saliva, that you could clearly define as traces of the wonderful kiss of a few seconds ago, in the corner of his mouth.

as soon as he notices your widened eyes, bin's face changes and he cleans it by licking his lips seductively, as if he knew how much it affected you. the cardigan he wore falls from over his shoulders and he removes the cloth piece, dropping it on the floor. a small smile sprouted on his captivating features when he looks over at you watching him, as he lowered himself to your neck, putting his lips near your ear.

"keep going.." bin closed his eyelids, feeling the characteristic and comforting smell of fabric softener on your clothes. this smell which he always had on his memories from that day he shyly hugged you on your birthday, that now made him ask sweetly into whispers for your hands on him again, pressing more of his fine body and chest against yours.

his hips suddenly rolled down in a slow move, stimulating waves of electricity and adrenaline onto your stomach, your state now broke into sighs. you squeezed his waist slightly and involuntarily, moved by your latent feelings as he nuzzled against your neck, like a fluffy cat purring. bin was panting still heavily, sending incessant shivers down your spine.

"bin... you.. you're too much.." losing any lasting control over yourself you buried your face deeply on his shoulder and grabbed his huge biceps, letting out any first thing that would come out of your mind.

he smiled against your skin with a muffled chuckle, light and content for how cute you sounded to him, what got you even weaker as well as over the moisturizer perfume on his exposed collarbones by his shirt, before you went to fulfill his request. soon enough your palms were all over his muscular back once more, massaging them in up and down movements. bin took time to appreciate the feeling of having you into his arms, touching your hair, your nape, your lower back, or your cheeks where he decided to put gentle, tender kisses, that got you forgetting even more about the destination of your fingers under his shirt.

they ran all over his torso, sides, down to his beautiful abdomen once again to trace trembling patterns with your fingers under his stomach, running them up to reach the area of ​​his chest, where you accidentally touch one of his nipples. bin stopped when he felt the stimulus, letting what sounded like a frustrated moan resonate in response, and you move your hands right away. yet you didn't expect him to feel so flustered to the point of, having his weight against you, to this time start distributing wet kisses, full of desire onto your neck and jaw.

in the middle of them bin took pauses where he sucked some of your skin to mark it slightly, or moistened each sensitive spot he left with the way too warm texture of his tongue. his hands also return to be entirely over you, one putting stronger, breath taking grips and squeezes on one side of yours as the other entered under the hem of your sweatshirt, his thumb touching your belly's area. each thing he did left you helplessly more and more of a mess for him, while his hips gave another roll once again in an enticing motion, causing you to feel an inevitable friction you tried to ignore but his moves only made it harder and harder, between his thighs wrapped tight by his jeans and yours pressed in the middle of his from jumping so much with his touches.

"sanha, saw you fell asleep, and asked me to take you to a room.. i went to see you and heard, you mutter my name.. saying that you wanted to have me..." for a moment, your eyes widen in realize, and finally you get how you were there.

your mind gets back remembering how sleepy you were before you'd come to see sanha, something which was again the result of another pulled night thinking about life, studies, and about bin constantly, about how incredible would it be if you had the courage to confess to him. but before you could even die of embarrassment for letting your dreams go too high right at your bestfriend's house, right next to him, bin slowly brings another trail of his warm kisses up your neck, eliciting quiet whimpers from you this time, especially when he stroked your waist skin inside your sweatshirt and reached for your earlobe, instantly capturing it in his mouth to suck on the small cartilage.

"do it now.. do whatever you want." you heard him confess with a bit of difficulty on his tone, for the much any response from you for now would mean to him. therefore he stopped, pulling away as he looked at you with sad traces, insecure.

bin needed to know about you, to get a reassurance from you, one more time of you expressing fully whether you were in love with him as much as he was with you to let yourself stay with him more, or if not, as hard as it could be he'd stop there, despite how reciprocal everything was from your side. he didn't want just a make out with you.

uncertainties still bothered him inside, through several sleepless nights spent on his room's desk among all his draft drawings and work notes, but thinking of the stupid, probably one sided attachment he developed for you, growing everyday because of how regularly he could see you. way too quickly you stole a space on his heart, bigger than the passion for art and colorful designs his job gave him. even when his needle did its work putting on pigment, when he found himself alone before a customer would come, he often wondered about what you'd feel, if you saw him only as your best friend's brother, if it'd be too risky to try and tell you what he felt.

there wasn’t one moment in 24 hours all of this didn't cross bin’s mind for once as the days went by, but he was too afraid of being rejected, to the point of thinking his brother could have much more chances with you. though he left all these things aside when he finally heard you demonstrating something for him as simple as saying his name on your sleep was, losing it all while he held you on his arms.

and so you knew you had to get all that fuss of feelings off your chest at once before the chance slipped from your hands. before you had no option but to go back to your routine of sinking in sighs about what could have been, wanting to be in his arms for a day, when you wanted it to be always.

taking a second to comprehend his eyes you raised your arms around the middle of his back to caringly engulf him on them. it caused bin to unhesitatingly lower himself again, resting his chin on your shoulder and hold onto your lower back, his heart rushing loudly, unsure by your action.

"i want what you want, love.." you confessed as well, still feverish for his previous caresses. then you just rested your face on his shoulder, and with all the sincerity within your heart you tightened your arms in a hug, trying to show your intention of making him feel exactly this, your simple embrace.

love.

as he heard you clearly when you hugged him, the moment you loosened the grip bin pulled his body a little away to look at you again. his serene, loving eyes flickered until they were deeply on yours, oceans overflowing with hope and anticipation into them. "did you say.. love?"

"yes, i.. always wanted to call you like that. can i?" your knees flutter with your own question, just by the idea of ​​being able to call him as something that in so long would describe him so well for you.

bin, however, sighed till the bottom of his lungs, both now filled as everything within into a magical warmth, through every inch of his longing feelings were complete over his exhale. he wondered if he was dreaming, if this was finally the pure and graceful joy of touching clouds, or the lightness of blowing dandelions to the wind, of knowing that you felt the same, despite how he still couldn't believe it at all.

"you're so cute, i adore you so much y/n. if you say it like that, i'll be addicted to you.." the male's palm comes back to find itself cupping your cheeks, as his fingertips against your ear. once again you watch his fascinating gaze and face too close to yours, his irises, his lips to his shoulders, as if it turned into a new habit which would give you life. his voice sounds honeyed, like a blanket on winter, yet intimate, breathy.

almost as an immediate response you blinked repeatedly at the main three words on his first sentence, as of it didn't take long until you blushed violently trying to proccess everything, surprising bin while you placed your wrists at your nose's level to hide your face. you were now too caught up on a mixture of inexplicable waves of euphoria and emotions hitting you, too overwhelmed at all of these extremely heartfluttering things he just said so naturally. god, indeed he was too much to handle, but he still was your favorite.

"don't do this, fool! i adore you too.. a lot.." with your wrists still there your embarrassed expression only increase as you let out, but soon you moved them aside when the sound of his soothing laugh echoed into your ears. "wow.. i guess i'm the happiest fool now."

bin was smiling widely, grinning, perhaps in the most angelic, genuine way among all the days you've seen him do through routine. the crescent moons forming his beaming eyes harmonized as his lashes half closed with the curves on his lips up, giving room for two light dimples, forehead aligned with yours, emotions all over that you still couldn't read, as of relief and affection at the same time on his details. to hear him laughing in a tender and so spontaneous tone, his body seeming relaxed, comfortable, and to be a part of it almost like watching stars at midnight, all of this also made you smile along with him.

without being able to express too many feelings at once or what you'd like to say to him now you simply place your fingers against his face, the small, gelid earring on his ear, touching his bangs between them dearly, as if he'd be made of crystalline glass. another silence raised as you both kept looking at each other, like the night stopped passing around you, until bin draws another small smile and breaks the short distance again.

you took a deep breath, grabbing a certain spot on his shirt when you feel all the coziness of his thin lips pressing more kisses on different points of your face all slowly. on the area next to your nose where he placed the most of them, or on your mouth as he initiated another sweet, luscious round of lips on lips, pulling you closer and closer by your lower back, which seemed to be his best choice for a comfort zone.

but it doesn't take long for his attention to turn back to your neck, stopping to scan and softly trace his thumb on the small crimson hickeys he left there.

"some of them, look like tattoos... sorry, i.." bin whispered, trying to explain himself somehow embarrassed, but gets interrupted by you taking the initiative to hold on his back and get closer.

there you bury your face on his neck and kiss him gently, under his jaw to the beginning of his collarbones, as of every inch of his velvety skin flushed hot and sensitive in goosebumps where you explored. still being a bit taken aback bin shut his lashes and rested his cheeks now tinted in shades of pinkish hues against yours, disarmed by your suddenness. the more he felt your timid lips going so intimate on him, the more unrestrained beats and pantings had the best of him at that moment, bin no longer being able to maintain the same calm. you always had that power to leave him like that, definitely. the only one who ever did.

"there's something i always wanted.. but first tell me, if you want me by your side." one of his thick arms hug your waist, a barely audible moan escaping through he said out without thinking at all, just letting himself upon your guidance, locked on your touches.

the moment you proccess bin's words and what they'd mean your fingers slip from curling the silky strands at his nape, also leaving the curve of his shoulder where you planted more confident kisses, as if by magic your heart was sent on another unbalanced marathon. did he really ask it?

"of course.. of course i do." you answered his doubt with your whole chest, and it was all he ever waited to have you saying.

bin didn't know what exactly made him feel so lost on everything about you, wishing to stick to your side more and more. but he knew it was such a thing way too heavenly for him to not want to dive deep in. one drink, or a way too pure cup of water on thirsty times he'd last there appreciating till the last drop, a room wherein he'd feel better than in any other, or even a necklace he'd carry on himself everyday, a permanent tattoo.

any way it all should be, he wouldn't care. as of the moment he heard you a smile flourished across the corners of his lips again, and in a matter of minutes he held your sides pulling you with him as he sat back among the sheets, placing you onto him all too fastly and strongly in a way you had to look for support by putting your trembling palms on his chest.

you were left once more in a loss of words, swallowing hard over another wave of butterflies when you found yourself held sitting on his lap and facing him, through he gave you such a dangerously charming, sexy smirk, gaze so intense it almost knocked you dizzy like you never thought to be. yet less even would you imagine he'd strip off his t-shirt right in front of your eyes, and reveal his toned, absolutely perfect torso, all of his muscles there totally exposed from collarbones to his lower abdomen, where a black butterfly spreading its wings showed up printed on his skin at his side. bin just let your shocked eyes hover on the sight of his whole sculptural half naked body, before he'd glue your foreheads and squeeze your sides excitedly, also giving attention to your right thigh caressing and gripping it with his other hand through he adjusted you on his lap.

"everything i want is us, y/n..."

he couldn't wait to throw aside his stupid composure with you.

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Wedding Aesthetics: Mori

A/N: I was actually kind of going back and forth on whether or not to do this for Mori, since I know the fandom is pretty split on him, but I appreciate a good amoral character and thought what the heck, why not. I think Mori would want his wedding to be a serious affair, but still maintaining some level of fun and amusement. I think he likes darker colors and would choose a dark plum pallet, including maroons and purples, as his wedding colors. I also think he would be conventional in the ceremonial aspects and the flow of the event, while being more relaxed about the details or clothing. He'd go with traditional vows, the whole repeat after me spiel, but I wouldn't put it past Mori to interrupt the priest by starting the vows himself, or telling him to hurry up, much to the amusement of his S/O.

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If his S/O is fem: He wouldn't care much about the whole white equals purity thing (he will have Elise in a white flower girl dress against her will), in fact he would probably prefer his lover in something dark with a high amount of sex appeal. He's older and isn't interested in putting on a front for the others around, he wants to see his S/O in something that will please him, so he can tell them how absolutely stunning they are. I think he would want his S/O something that still looks mature and sophisticated, tight fitting to hug her curves. That doesn't mean he doesn't also appreciate a dramatic flourish. A train that flows out around his S/O would be just enough drama without being over the top. I think he would also like her to be in a fabric that has a softer feel to it, like velvet so he has an excuse to keep his hands all over her.

If his S/O is masc: Again, I think he would like his S/O in a darker color, but not black, because that would likely be the color Mori himself would wear. He wouldn't mind the accent color of the suit being black, in fact he'd probably prefer it. I think Mori would try to do the inverse of each other for suit styles, if that makes sense. He would still like a soft texture, something that adds interest to the suit. Mori wouldn't consider smaller details on the suit because their his lover. They stand out fine on their own without any kind of meddling.

Mori & Elise's Clothing: Face it, this man and Elise are a package deal. She may just be his ability, but she is basically now his S/O's adoptive daughter. For himself, Mori would dress in black, with plum accents to match his S/O. I think Mori would stick to the usual style of suit that he wears when conducting Mafia business because he's established that it looks good on him, so why change it. For Elise, he'll want something as girlish and youthful as ever. He'll want her to look like a little angel at the wedding, even if she opposed vehemently. He'd stick to the ballgown silhouette for Elise and probably pair the look with white Mary Jane's. She might be able to talk him down from having all the ribbons and frills as a compromise so she can have something clean cut that she would like.

The Bouquet/Flower Basket: (I don't see Mori much caring to have boutonnieres as he likes the look of the suits the way they are) Mori would want the bouquet to be fairly simplistic. His S/O would be in something form fitting, so a bouquet that's too big would swallow them up. He'd like a darker colored bouquet and wouldn't give much thought to the meaning of the flowers as long as it flowed well with his S/O's attire. He also wouldn't mind the type of bouquet that uses lace and jewels instead of flowers if that is what his S/O wanted. Just so long as it doesn't draw all the attention from his S/O. The flower basket for Elise would be white to match her dress, with some of the plum accents that would tie into his S/O's clothing. He would pick out something extra girly for Elise, despite her best efforts to steer him towards something else. So lace and frills will always be in season to him.

The Rings: The rings are one part of the wedding that Mori actually planned long in advance. He would have picked up antique, vintage rings on one of his trips abroad to Europe. He likes the history behind getting an antique ring as well as how unique they are. He wouldn't stop until he found the one that reminded him of his S/O, scouring every antique and second-hand store he came across until he could get the perfect rings.

The Venue: Anywhere his S/O wants, he has the connections. He would only have his closest mafia members present at his wedding, the executives and a few subordinates that he has a vested interest in. Obviously, his S/O can have as much family and friends as they want, but he would prefer less. He would send an invitation to the ADA mockingly, but would be cordial to them if they actually decided to show up. So, all in all, it's not a large wedding. He wouldn't want a giant space with so few people. He would also probably make it a destination wedding in order to pare down his S/O's invite list. I think he would pick one of the small venues or villas in Italy as his first choice since there tends to be a lot of smaller wedding spaces and beautiful architecture and scenery. Chuuya may or may not have talked about the many draws of Italy for months during Mori's wedding planning, especially to his S/O while running security detail for them.

The Decorations: I think decor is where Mori's romantic side would actually come out. He's used to the tense atmosphere being in the Mafia creates, but he doesn't want his S/O to have to deal with that at their wedding. He would consult Kouyou to help create a soft, intimate atmosphere. Lots of candlelight, with everybody sitting together in close proximity. Simple decorations would help by not creating to much distance between guests, so everyone could have clear lines of sight to everyone else.

The Wedding Cake: Again, Mori won't see the point in a traditionally white cake and would think that a white cake is a little too boring. He would want a very simple cake however because it's just food, so having it in his wedding colors will ensure that it isn't a total snooze fest. I think he would like having the typical 3 tiers and some very simple, yet sophisticated design, but nothing intricate or overly-ornate.

After the Wedding: While everyone else is going to be spending the week in Italy as a vacation, Mori is actually going to whisk his S/O away across Europe. He doesn't want to spend all of their time as a newly married couple surrounded by other people. He'd take his S/O to all around Europe, anywhere that catches their fancy. He's got money to spend no matter where they decide to go. They can get ocean views along the cost, or hike in a mountain, walk along historic streets, try local cuisine and go shopping to their heart's content.

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@galaxietm​    /    if they had a kid    /    nora & lukas

name:   fynn bischof - valkyrie

gender:   cismale

general appearance:    fynn takes a lot after both his parents; his eyes are more reminiscient of his mother while his wild and unruly hair is a lot more like lukas, despite the color. there’s a hint of freckles on his cheeks and his face in general seems like a good combination of both, though most people would agree that he takes after nora a lot more since his face is less angular and sharp than lukas’ but still retains the same nose. 

he’s not as tall as his father and lukas makes the joke that he takes a lot more after nora given that he stands at 5′7; and maybe lukas is right, especially given that he’s a lot stronger than he looks and has no problem carrying his dad around no matter how heavy he is - at least by the time he’s seventeen. 

personality:   surprisingly enough, he’s the calmest in his family. both of his parents are incredibly caring and responsible but fynn still likes to make the joke that they’re both a little too full of energy to be matched. which is a lie, he was incredibly active as a kid and just kind of grew out of it the older he got. lukas once off - handedly mentions that fynn is a little like his grandfather; doesn’t talk all that much but shows his affection in the form of action. as a kid he tried to copy all the adults around him to seem more mature so his parents would let him see movies for the big kids (read: 12 years and above) but it didn’t really work.

the older he grows the more it turns out he’s not actually as quiet as he seems - he’s just really, really shy and simply plays it off as though he’s the quiet type. he gets startled easily though and much like his dad he tends to to deny the fact he can be caught off guard quite easily. he also loves to cook and bake, surprisingly enough and as a child asked both of his parents about their favorite meals so he could learn how to make those perfectly. and he did, you better believe that.

special talents:   incredibly talented cook, surprisingly good at taking care of people (lukas jokes that he’s a natural nurse) despite being nervous around them, a surprisingly talented writer despite constantly saying he’s really uncreative and bad at it

who they like better:   nora, just a little bit. he loves them both a ton but he feels like he can just be a little more honest with his mom.

who they take after more:    i want to say both and neither at the same time?? he’s definitely copied some of their traits but he’s made those his own to the point where it all just blurs together. plus appearance wise he might take a little more after nora but you can clearly see the bischof genes too.

personal headcanon:   he’s the only one in the family who managed to beat breath of the wild with no armor and just a stick. nora came close, but she went a little over the top and broke the only stick in her inventory. lukas didn’t even try because “if i don’t give link armor he’ll freeze!” but everyone knows he only uses that as an excuse because he’d get nervous trying to solo ganon like that.

face claim:  jokes on you i took the time to draw this kid myself with animu references

[thinkillwatchitburn]

Hi! Can I make an interesting request: Captain Obi x Princess Hibana slowly realizing they have feelings for each other OR arguing so much that they end up flirting. It can be SFW or NSFW :)

OMG

Okay so I’ve definitely had some thoughts visa-vie Obi/Hibana.

I know - wait, SPOILER!!!! I DONT KNOW HOW TO HIDE TEXT CAUSE IM FOSSIL BUT IF YOU HAVENT READ MANGA DON’T READ PAST THIS TEXT***************: Anyway, I know when Iris (that little shit 😏😏😏😂) implicates a potential relationship between Hibana and Obi, Hibana doesn’t really even respond beyond an expression like “.... hm???” And Obi just says, basically, “but... that would be weird wouldn’t it? I’m too old for her, aren’t I?”

PERSONALLY - I don’t think he is. He’s, what, 32? And Hibana is, what, 20? And beyond being well beyond “legal age”... she’s been in charge of an entire company for... how long?? She’s highly capable, and Obi honestly has the same fire and just goodness that Shinra has. Shinra is just, innocently good. He has ~~impure~~ thoughts or whatever but his heart has always been so purely loving, as an older teenage boy he’s obviously HIGHLY interested in sex and I’m sure Hibana picks this up - but if she were to go after what was really, like, *best* for her??

Look, Shinra is an amazing person and I cannot say enough how much I admire and am inspired by his dedication and loyalty. Even if I originally thought his drive for “hero-dom” was corny... of anyone can fit that role it’s him. Hands down.

But Obi... look. This mufugger is technically unpowered but literally TURNED HIS BODY INTO A WEAPON. Not even just all Jean-Claude Van-Damme-ie (did I just date myself? LOLOL) but legit... a weapon against people who have supernatural pyrotechnic abilities - AND HE COULD 100% BE BURNED ALIVE, HAS NO IMMUNITY, BUT STILL WHOOPS. ACTUAL. A S S

How do you be so literally physically and mentally strong that you can fight fire-gods on the reg and WIN???

And despite his just pure brute strength .... HES A GOOD PERSON

He values human life, he’s un-prejudiced, kind, fair, forgiving, loving... and he yearns so much for a family.

And honestly despite how much Hibana doth protest...

She’s SO soft. It wasn’t that Shinra laid her ass out.... it’s that Shinra did *only* what he had to do to make her listen. But he made it clear his main and only objective was getting her to see reason - to see love and loyalty and the value therein. THAT was what she lost her shit over, not his brute strength or even THAT he stood up to her.... it’s *why*. And that, for the first time, he was somebody who didn’t WANT anything from her. Not to challenge her, or use her, or ogle at her. He saw her as a fellow human being, and all the qualities therein, despite the hard, cold, MEAN facade she put up.

But Shinra is young. He would be fun... but he wouldn’t be fulfilling. Not to someone who’s had people’s lives on their shoulders. Not to someone who’s been through what Hibana’s been through. (*********SIDENOTE: if Shinra/Hibana is your ship PLEASEPLEASE don’t feel like I’m shitting on their relationship. I 100% can see the draw and potential of the whole thing, but this is in relation to Hibana seeking love outside of Shinra... I 100% support Shinra-x-Hibana. 🥰)

But Obi.... he’s got that maturity I think would mesh well with Hibana. I think if they were to interact closely, there’s no way in hell he’d ever tolerate that shit she pulls with her own company. He’d put her ass back in her place with the quickness. He’s just a naturally dominant person, not in any flashy way or anything. People just fall in line behind him, he gives the air that he knows what he’s doing and is completely competent. He’s a total beefcake (which tbh I think Hibana would appreciate), but he’s also smart, calculated, and cunning... but never uses that to deceive or wield power. She’d appreciate that SO much, learning that “falling in line” doesn’t have to mean being degraded or feeling less-than. It can also mean being appreciated and protected, having someone competent watching your back.

So yeah, bottom line I think Hibana/Obi is a GREAT match, I think they have a lot of take-no-bullshit qualities the other needs and would really temper each other well. I think they could really do great things for each other 🥰

[ofclaires]

IV. CLAIRE WALSH

PAST SELF PARAS: april 2020 / september 2020 / march 2021. 

hi, before the read more i just wanted to say THANK YOU. getting to play claire has been absolutely a treat, a challenge, and genuinely, a huge part of my life for the past year and a half or so. it occurred to me when writing this and looking back at other things i’ve written for claire that i didn’t just feel like i was writing this for myself or for claire ; but i was writing it for you guys, too ! that has been one of the most special things about gallagher for me is the writing community that i feel like we built, taking such a huge investment in our characters and everyone else’s writing. i feel like i’m writing with and for some of my best friends. i also feel like i’ve grown so much ( ok, i actually don’t just feel like it, i can look back at those three paras and SEE how my writing has improved. ) i am so blessed to have gotten to write claire with all of you and to share her story, i feel like she has been so fucking beloved & it’s given her so much life. i am so proud of her and it’s really bittersweet that i’m finally saying goodbye to her as well. so, thank you all so, so much, gallagher has been a writing experience like no other for me & i love you all ! 

trigger warnings : domestic violence & abuse, death

PART ONE: CHILDHOOD.

The trailer that Claire spent the back half of her childhood in never felt like home. Maybe because trailers are made to be temporary, or the fact that if she accepted that this was where she belonged, she’d have to give up hope.

It’s normal Maggie Walsh to be out late, Claire’s usually cleaned up the kitchen and tucked herself into bed by the time her mother comes in the door – but she’s not sleeping. She’s always had trouble with that, brain bouncing around from one thought to the next until eventually she hears the creak of the door.

Her mom’s home.

She hears the usual stumbling, the clatter of dishes falling from where she’d neatly placed them on the drying rack. Maggie’s drunk, Claire’s sure of that. Ten years old and she knows what it means to be so drunk that you can hardly see straight, that the words you say under the influence are a different reflection from the person that you really are. She inhales deeply and crawls out from under the covers to check on her. Ten years old and she knows the steps: Help her take her makeup off, make sure she sleeps on her side, glass of water on the bedside table, trash can on the floor. Maggie is only twenty-six years old herself now, not done with her childhood by the time that Claire was born, not ready to be a mother. Claire’s had to figure it out most of it herself.

“Mom?” Claire knocks on the door lightly, plastic cup full of water already in hand.

“Don’t – don’t come in!” Maggie sputters, and Claire’s confused. She defies her request and opens the bedroom door the rest of the way. When she sees her mom, she drops the cup on the floor, small hands curling into fists.

“What happened? Who did that to you?”

“I told you not to come in here, Claire,” Maggie repeats, but Claire has always been on to disregard commands. She learns at a young age that authority only means older than you or some assigned title, not that they know best.

“Who did that? Why?” She repeats her questions. Despite being mature for her age, it’s hard for Claire to wrap her head around the black eye obscuring Maggie’s face, and the swelling on her cheek.

“It doesn’t matter,” Maggie sighs, dejected as she flops down on the bed. Even in her state, she knows that there’s not much use telling Claire to back off or go away once she’s decided that she’s not going to. Her little girl is a spitfire, strangely enough reminds Maggie a lot of her own mom, like living with a miniature version of her. Maybe that’s why Claire wins most arguments. “Come here.”

Claire walks closer to the bed, kicking the cup aside on her way for no reason other than to kick something. She crawls into bed next to her mom and looks up at her, waiting for more of an explanation or literally anything but silence. 

“I don’t know why I keep looking for a happy ending. I leave you home alone, I come home like this...not helping either of us,” Maggie presses a kiss to the top of Claire’s head, runs her fingers through her daughter’s hair. It’s so soft and Claire is so little, she can’t help but look at the spilled cup on the floor with a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry,” she adds, voice choked up and words a little slurred. Tears squeeze out of the corners of her eyes when she closes them, hugging her daughter closer, “I’ve blamed you for my fucked up life for so long...that’s not fair.”

Now, Claire is only ten, but those are the kind of words that you remember forever. Still, she smiles. “It doesn’t have to stay fucked up. It can get better,” a childish spark of optimism in her heart that hasn’t yet been put out. It makes Maggie smile back though, kissing her daughter on the top of her head yet again.

“I like that,” she says, and they fall asleep curled up beside each other. Claire sleeps soundly, thinking that it’s possible. Things really could get better, and for a while, it seems like there really is a sort of shift. Maggie starts cooking, cleaning again, and she doesn’t even stay out so late. That’s when she meets Martin.

He seems better than the rest. Until he isn’t.

But Claire does her job as her mother’s protector, just as she’s been doing all of her life, and it’s that event that jumpstarts the rest of everything that happens next.

PART TWO: GRADUATION.

Claire’s come to the formal conclusion that graduation ceremonies are a waste of time. There’s all this build up, everyone’s so excited, and then you have to sit around and wait for your name to be called so you can spend two seconds walking across a stage while everyone claps. She would have skipped it entirely if her mother hadn’t already come up, and if she knew that people were going to insist. The small talk afterward is even more agonizing than the ceremony itself. It is sort of painful saying goodbye to everyone, and it occurs to Claire that there’s more people that she’s going to miss than she ever expected.

“Callum and his mother are here,” Maggie points out.

“And?” Claire rolls her eyes. Seeing Callum again to begin with had brought up a lot of old feelings, and generally, even though they’d resolved things, she tries to avoid him whenever possible.

“Well, it’s probably weird if we don’t say hello, at least, right? I’m going to say hello,” Maggie interjects, “he’s such a sweet boy.”

Claire’s eyebrows rise on her forehead as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Go ahead then,” she sighs, “I’ll wait right here.”

“Claire,” Maggie draws out her name with a withering stare, but Maggie has never been able to establish that sort of authority with Claire that would prompt any inclination of obedience, so Claire just shrugs her shoulders, unimpressed. She’s not going to budge. “Fine, I’ll be right back.”

Claire’s done her best to put the chapter of their life that includes Martin out of her mind when rekindling things with her mother, and she certainly doesn’t want to stand around making small talk with his other ex-wife, trying not to look at Callum with his matching jawline, trying not to remember everything she hates. It all comes back in a flash. The horrible cracking sound that her mother’s head had made when it connected with the wall, the blood on the marble floor. They say you don’t remember trauma properly, that your memory doesn’t work quite right, but she will never forget the way her fist connected with Martin’s face : like a puzzle piece, like it BELONGED there, and she’d done it over and over again until she heard sirens.

And yet, Claire can’t deny that it’s a part of her life that got her here, where she is today. She thinks life is shitty and random, and that not everything has to happen ‘for a reason.’ Still, she’ll catch Kass’s eye across the room and see her smiling so brightly that it seems impossible not to believe in something. Claire can’t help herself anyway – she smiles back. No one has ever been able to produce Claire’s smile in its truest form the way Kass has, unashamed of being so happy to look at someone. She once thought the idea of looking at a person and seeing your whole future was ridiculous, that you’d have to be stupid to put that much of yourself into someone, but it isn’t like that at all. All of it was unintentional, like by the time she realized it, Kass was already everything. And she feels so safe with that thought that she doesn’t mind at all.

“Am I interrupting something?” A figure steps in front of her, cutting off her line of sight. She’s not really fond of being snuck up on, so she opens her mouth to say something snarky when she’s met with the gaze of Lisanna Harlin, one of last year’s mentors. Her daughter, Elisa, is there, but she’s not graduating, so Claire’s confused by Lisanna’s presence.

“No, Ms. Harlin,” Claire says, though there’s a spark of indignation in her words that practically goes hand in hand whenever an adult commands authority.

“Lisanna is fine,” she says with a light laugh, like she’s amused Claire’s greeted her this way.

“Can I...help you with something?” Claire asks, mostly curious about how long this interaction has gone on. While she’s friendly with Elisa, she was Kass’s roommate last year, they’re not exceedingly close, so she’s not sure what else Lisanna would have to say to her other than maybe a polite hello.

It’s more than a polite hello. Lisanna Harlin works for Lexon Corp in Durham, North Carolina, a private military company that provides armed guards, bodyguards, and guns for hire. They’re the sort of place that would be looking for the best of the best in combat, and they have a bit of a reputation for hiring Gallagher girls. Claire had given up on the job search months ago since the video went out, in fact, she’s had a job lined up for graduation already : at a boxing gym in D.C., where the scene isn’t too bad. It was suited to her, but not exactly the sort of thing that her Gallagher education had prepared her for. Lexon Corp? Everything her rigorous love of January boot camps were tailored to. And they want to interview her.

A month later, Claire’s sitting on the cusp of a completely fresh start. It wasn’t easy to backtrack on the plans that she and Kass had made together, knowing how much was changing for the both of them, it had been nice to have the stable idea of an apartment together on the horizon. Now, she’s a four hour drive away, and she goes home to her one-bedroom studio in Durham after rigorous training throughout the day. But she’s grateful for the chance to work her way back into the field, and she can remember what Lisanna said to her when they gave her the offer.

“We’re aware that with your history that we’re taking a chance on you, Claire,” Lisanna said. “But we think the reasons that made other agencies look past you are exactly what makes you an asset. You care about your jobs, the people that you’re involved in, and you’d have a partner’s back until the bitter end. You listen to your intuition, trust your gut...and above all else, you have follow-through. I’m excited to be able to offer this position. Don’t prove me wrong.”

Claire swears that she won’t.  

PART THREE: KIPTYN.

Kiptyn isn’t supposed to be in the left hall closet. 

In fact, he’s not supposed to be awake at all. But who can sleep the night before their birthday anyway? Sure, he’ll be thirteen, and that’s probably old enough to have gotten over the magic of it all, but...he’d still been lying awake with excitement, the anticipation keeping his eyes open for hours on end. Well, that and the video game he’d been playing under the covers, but he’d obviously only been playing it because he couldn’t sleep in the first place.

Then he started thinking about the left hall closet and the conversation that they had at dinner the other night. In Kiptyn’s defense, Dahvia – his younger sister – had totally started it and he was an innocent bystander. After all, Kiptyn’s old enough to know that they don’t bring up Claire to mom, because it just puts her in a mood and then you can forget about doing anything else for the rest of the evening. But Dahvia’s ten, practically a baby, and she doesn’t know any better.

“Hey, mom? What sort of accident did Claire die in? Nina asked me at recess and I didn’t know,” Dahvia pipes up, before she’s even properly sat down. Kip visibly cringes. He’s older, wiser, knows this won’t go well. Still, he dares to look at his mom’s face and he notes the faraway look in her eye, like she seems to experience a bunch of things at once. Kip notices how even though her eyes are glassy, she doesn’t cry. Though sometimes, their mom will just cry randomly, like two weeks ago when he asked for help with his Spanish homework and she couldn’t even help him finish the first worksheet.

“It was a car accident,” she says stiffly, “eat your dinner.”

Kiptyn kicks his sister under the table and flashes her a look that says : Great. Look what you did, ruined dinner. Dahvia sticks her tongue out at him.

So, he knows that he’s not supposed to be in the left hall closet because he could ruin many more dinners, but he’s here anyway. He’s been thinking about it ever since they sat in silence for the rest of that half hour, and he’s come to the conclusion – his mother was lying. Because all sorts of things make their mother cry, like a bowl of mac and cheese or Spanish class, or motorcycles, and she won’t let Kiptyn take boxing lessons though his friend Robert is and he thought it sounded really cool, but she doesn’t have any problem with cars or driving, and also, she’s never told them a single thing about Claire except that. They aren’t allowed to know anything about her, especially not anything true, so Kiptyn is pretty sure that’s a lie. There’s just something just weird about it.

So, in the middle of the night before his thirteenth birthday, he looks up a video on how you pick locks and then he figures it out on the door of the left hall closet. He’s there for at least forty-five minutes, practically ready to give it all up when he hears the clicking sound, and then it opens. His first thought is : Woah. This is a load of junk.

And he’s right. There’s boxes upon boxes of paperwork, old clothes. Some things start to click, like when he finds a pair of worn boxing gloves with Claire’s initials embroidered on them. His favorite thing that he finds is the fattest scrapbook he’s ever seen – his mom always makes them, there’s one for every year of his life. Dahvia’s too, they love looking at them. The cover of this one, though, says Italy 2021. It’s all pictures of his mom and Claire, probably in their early twenties. Kiptyn mostly notices his mother’s smile, how he’s only seen her look like that a couple times in his life and yet it looks so EASY here, like she wears it all the time. It’s so strange to him. He sets the scrapbook down and crawls toward the back of the closet. His eyes land on two leather folders with gold embroidery, and he opens up the first one. In big letters at the top : GALLAGHER ACADEMY.

It’s a diploma.

This certifies that Kassandra Sutton has satisfactorily completed the…

“What are you doing?”

Kiptyn yells out like a child, not having heard anyone creeping up on him. He claps his hand over his mouth as if to shush himself. “The door was open! I don’t know how, but I just...noticed it was open and wanted to make sure that...no one was stealing your stuff!” he grins sheepishly, hoping that he can ride on the high of his birthday week to get him out of this one.

“It was just...open?” his mother looks down at him with raised eyebrows before brandishing a twisted paper clip between two fingers. The one that had formerly been stuck in the door. His guilty expression widens, he can’t help it.

“Okay, I might know how it opened,” Kiptyn admits. He hesitates for a moment, before he realizes that he’s ALREADY in trouble, he might as well just come out with it and pray to the birthday gods. He holds up the diploma with her name on it : “What’s Gallagher Academy?”

Kass’s sigh is heavy and deep, accompanied by the amount of exhaustion that comes with raising two curious kids by herself. After Claire died, she moved her family to London to be closer to their aunt and away from everything that reminded her of Claire. She never told her children why. From hiding that world from them, the world that took so many people from her : her father, her ex-girlfriend, and the love of her life. She swore that she would never lose her children to it, too. But Kiptyn looks up at her with wide eyes, desperate to know about his mother and his past, and Kass also knows what it’s like to have part of yourself missing due to family secrets that are being kept from you. He is practically a teenager now. So, she relents.

Kass doesn’t go into all of the details, of course. Just that Gallagher Academy was a school for spies, and that’s where it all started. Kiptyn already knew that his moms met in college, so it’s the spy part that’s most interesting to him. She talks about Claire with a light in her eyes he’s unfamiliar with, how she was one of the best fighters in their year, that she grew up with such a talent in the ring that she probably could’ve gone pro if her life had gone in a different direction. She talks about how they had to part ways after graduation, because Claire got a job in North Carolina and she got a job in Washington, DC, but they made it work, and both got very accustomed to the four hour drive – though it was sometimes closer to three for Claire, because she always drove too fast, even on this big, black motorcycle which Kass swears that she hated. She tells Kiptyn about how they got married, the way she’d almost moved to England for a dream job and that long distance threatened to drive them apart again – until Claire chased her down in the airport with a ring and proposal.  

She also talks about how Claire really died : the abridged version. It was an overseas mission where they’d been cornered, and Claire risked her life to save the rest of their team. There were no other casualties, and the information they were able to bring back helped stop the terrorist organization they’d been chasing to end them for good. Kass tells the abridged version for her son, gives Claire a hero’s death. In some ways, it was. She doesn’t mention the ways that Claire was consumed by the case, it was an organization hellbent on killing spies and it likely reminded her of the brotherhood. Kass had been worried about the case the whole time, because it felt like Claire was taking it too personally. In the end, she may have been right : because Claire had let it take her life in order to close it. She also doesn’t mention that such a sacrificial death means that her wife died fighting alone, swinging her fists until her very last breath. But still, she was all alone.

She had no choice but to take her kids as far away from that life as possible.

Kiptyn tries, but he doesn’t really remember Claire. He’d only been three years old when she passed away, and before then, she’d been so consumed by her last case that she was barely present. Still, he thinks she sounds badass.

He falls asleep on his mother’s shoulder that night, looking through the scrapbook of pictures from their trip to Italy in 2021. He’s animated for the first part, pointing out buildings and asking questions, wonders if Claire was sweating in all that leather, but he slowly starts to drift off. He wakes up on the couch the next morning, no trace of the book or any of the other papers he’d hauled out of the closet the night before. He looks at the closet and there’s an extra padlock. Figures.

It comes up in little ways, like a private joke that he has with his mother, like she’ll say something and flash him a secretive smile. He likes that, and he understands that this is a big secret that he has to keep. It doesn’t come up again until his fourteenth birthday the next year, the summer before high school. It’s a strange letter in a manila envelope, sealed with some expensive red wax, his name written in fancy calligraphy. The most attention-grabbing part, however, is not Kiptyn Sutton-Walsh in big cursive letters. It’s the return address :

GALLAGHER ACADEMY.

learn her skills, honor her sword. keep her secrets.

[buginateacup]

For the ship Ask Game, I'm not gonna ask about MegaRox, because anyone who's seen your fic knows the answers to that already. Instead, there's just one A:tLA fic you've written so I'm curious about your position on the often controversial canon pairing of Aang/Katara

Okay so minor disclaimer, I've not seen Korra and its been a good many years since I've rewatched the original but here we go.

Don't Ship It

Why don't you ship it? To put it simply, I don't think they are well matched. I think they are (and bear in mind they're kids when I saw them) looking for something else and mistake it being a romance. A three year age gap between adults is fine. Between a 12 and 15 year old it is miles apart in terms of maturity and life experience and puberty and that's not even getting into their whole emotional trauma thing. What I do think is that they are using it as steps they know how to follow. Boy meets girl. Fall in love. Romance. Happily ever after. These are steps we see set out in universe in theatre and so on so its not hard to see where they made the leap. Katara has spent the last several years as the only Water Bender of her tribe and she mothers EVERYONE. That's her job. The only boy close to her age we see is her brother. She has no other peers of her age or her ability. Of course she's going to glom onto the first thing that gives her a hint of what she's been missing out on. And what she has missed out on is that tween level innocent crush "Will you go out with me?" Where the couple hold hands and spend time blushing at one another without anything concrete coming of it. Katara wants Lisa Simpson's "Non Threatening Boys" Magazine TM experience that she lost out on when their village was attacked and all the men and older boys went off to war. She wants to be young and silly and gush about a boy and Aang is the perfect vessel for that because its SAFE. Aang on the other hand, just lost his entire culture and everyone he knew what for him was five minutes ago. He is going to cling hard to anyone that shows him a hint of parenting and Katara is it. Except they're out with no actual parents and popular culture says Boys and Girls Fall In Love and the Gaang aren't babies. You don't make babies fight the Firelord of an entire nation. So they must be grown up and that means being a romantic couple. It doesn't work. Its the wrong time. The wrong place. The wrong situation.

What would have made you like it? I'm not sure? If they acknowledged it as part of a missing childhood rather than a romantic endgoal I think I might have thought it sweet. But I don't have any urge to see them together. I could maybe see them as queerplatonic as adults but I don't really get much else out of it.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? I like the idea of it being a childhood romance. I think the way they drew it in the show was very well done. Expecially the way Katara wised up enough to draw a boundary and one that Aang immediately overstepped proving they are not ready or willing to look at an actual relationship, just play at one. And I think the show did a very good job of reminding us these are kids with a lot of weight on their shoulders.

[coffee-and-cake]

Toothcup Kids

(Good god I finally did it after forgetting about it twice I finally finished them)

Note: this is mostly just how they were found/adopted with some tid bits of personality

Destin - Human son - oldest (found at about 2 months old)

Destin was found as an a baby abandoned in a forest in the middle of winter. He was deemed a “hiccup” and left on a small island to die. But luckily toothless had heard his cries when flying over the island so him and hiccup were able to warm him up and get back to berk to feed him.

He is found in the middle of the “race to the edge” series (hiccup is 17 - 18)

Age 0 - 9 he is a sweet boy with a thirst for knowledge but has slight trauma of dragon hunters and dragons (remember the team has felt with many a violent dragons and he’s there for a good bit of it). When he’s 10 he starts to distance himself from Toothless specifically and gravitates to his mom (hiccup). At one point he tells hiccup that he refuses to see a dragon as his father. (More to come cause I don’t wanna spoil all of my ideas 😉)

Looks: (Note: every characters look is when they are still children not adults)

Hair: black and curly, bangs cover his eyes

Eyes: green

Body: very small and slim with pale skin but is noticeable tall for his age.

(NOTE: I actually wanna do a rewrite of the 3rd movie and these kids are from my rewrite ideas that I have yet to post much less write down)

Vali - Dragon son - 2nd child (egg found a week after 2nd movie, hatched a few months before 3rd movie)

A young female night fury is found dying in the forest of Berk with an egg in her paws. She acts violently towards the Vikings who only wanna help so they send in toothless to calm her down. She lets the Vikings help her and it’s soon realized that with her injuries might not survive the night. With knowledge in mind she warns Toothless and Hiccup about Grimmel and her trapped people. She mentions that her mate was killed and after she is gone her hatchling won’t have anymore family. Hiccup vows to protect her child as if it were his own as well as toothless and seeing their passion and willingness to help her and possibly save her people she passes away peacefully over night know her child is in safe claws. (Happens not long after the 2nd movie)

When the egg does hatch he has green eyes like toothless but has more of mother(dragon) looks. I actually don’t want to give too much away with this one because he is going to be the more mysterious kind of sibling and a lot of what I have for him cannot be just written down in just a few words but I will say that when he was in his juvenile years he was very much a coward and he hates himself for that when something really bad happens

Looks:

Eyes: dark green

Body: (I tried my best cause all the dragon children are night fury’s)

- he is pretty big for his age and is suspected to be bigger then toothless once of age. (A chubby boi)

- The spikes on his head and legs are noticeable longer as well.

- Underbelly is more of a dark gray

Mista - Dragon daughter - 3rd child (egg found and hatched at grimmels old base after the third movie)

You can find the little story that I made about how they found her egg here

She is surprisingly the most human of all her siblings and hopes to one day be chief of Berk. When she hatched she had already started to be kind of controlling especially to her younger brothers and whenever her mom and dad, hiccup and toothless, would leave for a certain amount of time she would always ask “I’m in charge right remember you said that you put me in charge”

But when it eventually becomes time for her to become a leader it has to be after the worst moment in Berks’ history and she has to make very hard and important decisions.

Looks:

Eyes: gold

Body:

- Mista almost matches Vali in size but is more slender and her muscles being more defined.

- Eye flaps are larger and more pointed

- Her scales are a very dark navy blue

Troy - Dragon son - 4th child (born the same day as his sister but on New Berk)

This boy was born on the same day as his as his older sister a few later hours except he is born on New Berk. Him and Mista are the only ones that are related by blood. he is the wild child of the five siblings and is always looking for trouble but one day he bites off more than he can chew and now has to face the consequences of his actions

*chuckles darkly*

Looks:

Eyes: Gold

Body:

- Is the smallest of the dragon siblings with not much muscle. But he is the fastest of the siblings.

- Scales are a dark forest green under belly is more and dorsal fins are more grayish give him a mossy cobblestone look (Mossy boy)

- Smaller and rounder ear flaps

- Grey freckles scattered across his snout

Axel - Human son - 5th child (found in Grimmels village at 1 year old a few weeks after the birth of the 3rd and 4th child)

Even though he is a whole year older than Mista and Troy he is still considered the youngest due to dragons maturing way faster than a normal human as well as because he was found before them as well so they deemed him the youngest

This boy grows up to be very laid-back he tends to be the more draconic of the siblings be it on the lazier side he loves spending time with his dad toothless and he loves to draw with his mom Hiccup he loves his siblings but they can be a bit overprotective and sometimes controlling but really he just wants to vibe in a field of flowers and sing songs.

But when the time comes for him to be serious he doesn’t hold back and always helps pull his family through the toughest of times

Looks

Hair:

- very light blonde

- Likes it kept long so he can braid it

Eyes: sky blue

Body:

- Axel is small like how Destin was and was also deemed a “Hiccup” but was never left to die.

- He has a small scar on his right cheek that was there before he was adopted by Hiccup.

- Ears are somewhat pointer giving him an elvish look