#i love canon more then carnival (not sure why?)

[unknownhyperial]

Wildcard.... Wildcard my beloved....

how do you feel about the ship wildcard/cardtrick (jax x able)

I support you

[kuroppiii]

helloo sweetie, hope ur okay! could you pretty please write some fluff headcanons abt my boys sho and koushi (separately ofc) having a crush on a fem!brazilian!reader? thanks anyways! good evening ! ! 💕 💕

  baianá ᵕ̈       timeskip!hinata shōyō       x fem!brazilian!reader +       timeskip!sugawara kōshi      x fem!brazilian!readerˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : crushes amidst sand , ⋮⋮  sun , and music in the air

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ of course i can ! thank you so much for the request love ♡ it was so much fun researching brazilian culture for this one , so thank you for being the reason why i learned some new things !!! ”

︴hinata shōyō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

brazil arc hinata save us all

you're next door to the place he was posted up for the duration of his stay

you both always end up leaving in the mornings to go about your days at the same time, seeing each other at your front doors

from the first moment he saw you, he just thought you were out of this world pretty

eventually starts greeting you

“bom dia! (good morning!)” [hinata]

then it goes into small talk as the mornings follow one another

it’s like canon he can keep up a decent convo in portuguese

"roupa linda... hoje? (nice outfit... today?)" [hinata]

"obrigada! (thanks!)" [you]

(his face absolutely lights up)

tells you he’s in brazil on beach volleyball training and starts inviting you to the beach to come watch

"if you're not busy! i'm always down there. i'm getting really good!" [hinata]

and not like he would be more of a try hard bc he’s always trying hard when it comes to volleyball...

buttttt if you were there for his games he would always look to you nearby after he scores to make sure you saw him being super cool like that

would even try to show you how to play–specifically serve or set for him–if you don't already know

freudian slip he brushes some sand he spots out of your hair

"sorry you had a little something." [hinata]

"hinata there's literally sand all over me...?" [you]

then it would extend to going out at night as he asks you to show him around (his volleyball mates have already shown him a bunch but he acts dumb so he can hopefully spend more time with you)

if he thought you looked good in your daytime outfits, he thinks you're drop dead gorgeous in your night-out fit (especially if you accessories with metal jewelry or something like that!!)

he gets tongue tied just as badly as when he's trying to speak portuguese

where there’s music, there’s dancing–and hinata really tries to dance brega with you a little bit

he knows he'll be bad, but he hopes that makes you smile (and an excuse to hold you) and besides, he’s actually not too bad! (i have said before i think he can dance when the time calls for it!!)

his volleyball friends have definitely put him onto some brazilian funk as they've played their games on the beach, but he’ll ask if you have any brazilian music recs

if you do, as soon as you go into your respective houses at the end of the night, he’s listening to that religiously u can lowkey hear it through the wall

"did you listen to my recs?" [you]

"sim!!! (yes!!!)" [hinata]

he just thinks you're so cool :((( really wants to impress you at the end of the day!! he hopes you'll think the same way about him

︴sugawara kōshi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

it's carnival!!!

sugawara and his friends (the third years) (noya convinced them to go) decided they wanted to be part of the festivities this year!

his group just so happens to bump into you and your friends in the crowd that first night

bro is down bad from the moment he lays eyes on you

like he's sooo gone

his friends catch him staring and they push him to go dance with you amidst the loud music surging through the mass of people

(he gets bumped into you)

"sorry! uh, uh... b-boa noite (good night)? hi– i don't know the, um– dançar (dance)?" [sugawara]

so then maybe there's a little samba here and there–i think he could pull it off! 💃🕺

both of your groups hit it off and you exchange numbers

the next few days you all hang out in the mornings as you and your friends show them around, before reuniting again in the nighttime for the festival activities

genuinely asks if you could teach him some words in portuguese

"how do you say... "beautiful" in portuguese?" [sugawara]

"linda!" [you]

"cool! cool, yeah... good to know– GREAT to know, actually!" [sugawara]

he'll always ask which fruits or foods or drinks are your favorites and is willing to try any you pick out for him

he's not picky or anything not as long as you're around

and i really mean as in any, like if you lied and purposefully picked one you hated for him, he would fake that it was the best thing he's tried in his life

doesn't ever fail in offering to share it with you, though chat is this rizz

"here, have a bite from mine!" [sugawara]

the guy's not too bad with beach football

but he does keep letting the ball drop though bc he can’t stop looking at you 😓

asks you to help put sunscreen on him bc he "burns easily 🥺" 💀💀💀

keeps saying “brazil is so beautiful!” when what he’s really trying to hint at is that YOU are so beautiful

"brazil is so linda!" [sugawara] (he says this looking directly at you and with the stupidest grin on his face)

one afternoon, noya is asking to see what pictures sugawara has taken on this trip so far

reluctantly, sugawara opens up his camera roll

and for some odd reason 🤔 you appear in a lot of them as he swipes through

"is that me again–?" [you]

"noya! isn't there just so many pretty sights here?" [sugawara]

he may or may not go home to their airbnb one night and convinces the rest to stay another week

and the day after the festival is over he may or may not start texting you one-on-one under the guise of "do you want me to send those pictures of you you're in??"

[visceravalentines]

sugar stuck in your teeth

They're grimy and tired and Benson's neck is sore. Randy gives him a shoulder rub and thinks hard about the allure of being a biological organism.

2.5k words. canon divergence, boys on the run. established relationship. implied sexual content, nothing explicit. sweat and oil and general nasty. sharing of a toothbrush. so fluffy i'm spinning it up and putting it on a stick and selling it at a carnival. read on ao3 here if that's more your speed.

They spend a full day on the road. Seven hours across Texas through scrub and sand. Nothing to see. No end in sight. Randy falls asleep in the dead-eyed sun of mid-afternoon and wakes up in the dark, dry air whipping through the car from Benson's window rolled all the way down. 

"Hey." Randy sits up, disoriented, mouth gummy and tasting of bygone Mountain Dew, bladder fit to burst. "Why didn't you wake me up? You've been driving for hours."

"Didn't want to stop." Benson's voice is rough. Randy can read the exhaustion in his posture, the way he grips the wheel with both hands. "Besides, you looked like you could use it."

Randy shifts in his seat. He hasn't slept well all week. "Well…it's my turn now. Let me take over."

"Nah." Benson rolls his neck slowly. "Town's up here in like ten minutes. Figure we stop for the night."

Randy peers through the bug-splattered windshield and sees lights in the near distance. "You wanna find a motel?"

"I'd fucking love a motel. Gimme that lukewarm shower and a box spring mattress. Fucking luxury."

As it turns out, they get none of that. The only place in town has a sign that says Closed and no lights on in the lobby. Doors all locked, despite Benson's best efforts to rattle them open. 

He doesn't say a word, doesn't even curse, just slumps defeated back to the car with Randy in tow. "You want the backseat or the front?"

"Benson, I slept for hours, I can–"

"There's not another town for forty miles and if I spend one more second on that fucking highway I'm gonna peel the skin off my face."

Randy doesn't argue. "I'll take the front."

"You sure?" Benson tosses a weary look at him over his shoulder. He squeezes the back of his neck and winces. 

Randy nods. "Yeah, I'm sure." 

The front sucks. You either have to fold your legs to fit around the steering wheel, or risk nailing the thing with your arm or your head. One time he hit the horn with his knee and scared them both so bad they ended up packing up and driving through the night because neither one could fall back asleep. 

He's had plenty of rest. Benson should get the back. 

They leave the car parked in the rear lot of the motel and pick their way through the scrub in the dark to take a piss, elbow-to-elbow. Randy barely feels self-conscious anymore. At the start he used to walk ten paces away and make Benson turn around. But that seems silly now. Benson's seen and touched every inch of him. This is nothing.

Benson zips up and takes off down the sidewalk with a haphazard sense of purpose. Randy has to jog a little to catch up. Benson holds out his arm and he ducks beneath it, the weight comfortable across his shoulders. By now Randy feels like he belongs there, pinned against his side. 

He reeks. They both do. It's been three, almost four days since they last had a shower, been making do with baby wipes and clean underwear since they left Tennessee. Randy almost can't stand it. Back home, he showered every day, sometimes twice a day if work was rough. Right now, he could scrape the grime off himself with a fingernail. 

He's adjusting to this level of awareness of his own body, like he's just now cognizant of the way his skin fits. It makes him sort of anxious. But he's coping. He doesn't really have a choice. 

And it's funny–Randy doesn't mind Benson's stench at all. He's uncomfortable with his own stink, but he actually thinks Benson smells kind of…good, maybe. In a gross kind of way. It's such a foreign concept that he keeps inhaling a little too deep at this distance just to prove it to himself. 

"What're you doing later?" Benson asks, oblivious. 

Randy clears his throat. "Um…not much." 

"Oh. Huh." Benson squints down the road towards the distant light of a gas station, the only thing in town that looks alive besides the two of them. "Well, how about I take you to dinner?" 

A smile steals its way onto Randy's lips. He hooks his pinkie into Benson's pocket. "That might be nice." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

Benson takes a deep, thoughtful breath. "There's this place…Seven-Eleven?" He casts a dramatic sidelong glance in Randy's direction. "You heard of it?" 

"Yeah, I…I think so." 

"It's just fantastic. The beer list? Unbelievable. And the atmosphere, well…there's really nothing like it." He's talking with his hands, throwing them off balance. Randy stumbles happily along with him. 

"I don't know, um…I've heard they don't have Pringles. Like, the big can. Just the little ones." 

Benson scoffs. "Well, now, don't you worry your pretty little head about that. You can get two of the little ones if you want. It's on me." 

"Wow." 

"I know." 

"That's–that's really generous." 

"Well, you're gonna have to put out." 

Randy coughs out a laugh, looks at his shoes to hide the heat in his face. "Sounds, um…sounds fair." 

"Randy, come on." Benson laughs, gives his shoulder a shake. "You're giving it up for two cans of Pringles? You gotta know your worth, man." 

He'd give it up for less, but that's beside the point. "Maybe toss in some peach rings and we have a deal." 

Benson gives him a squeeze. "Fuck yeah, alright. Now we're talkin'." 

They pick their way through the snack aisles of the gas station, select a few staples they aren't sick of yet. Benson salutes the clerk behind the counter like he's an American hero. They make their way back down the road to the motel in silence save for the crunching of chips and cellophane. 

It's a beautiful night, still warm from the sun, everything orange beneath the sodium streetlights. Not a soul in sight save for them. This town looks like every other one and Randy likes that, likes that it's starting to feel like coming home when they stop for the night in a new place with a single stoplight. 

They lean against the trunk of the Chrysler and pass the Big Gulp back and forth. It's too late for caffeine so they got root beer, extra ice, because Benson likes to fish it out and chew on it. There's too many streetlights to really see the stars, but that doesn't stop Randy from trying. He sucks the sour off a peach ring and feels a little bit nauseous and a lot filthy and an overall, bone-deep sense of contentment. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Benson twist his head, trying to roll out his neck again. It's not the sharp jerk of his familiar tic, not quite, but it makes Randy nervous. He's been doing it all night. He wonders if it was something he said, something he did. He still doesn't know what exactly he's trying to shrug off every time, but he knows enough to tread that ground lightly.

"You okay?" he asks, tries to make it casual. He swallows the peach ring whole and has to fight it all the way down his esophagus. 

"Yeah." Benson nods, winces slightly. "Yeah. Just sore." He grips the back of his neck and stretches, lips hitched in a grimace. 

Randy can imagine. Slumped in a car days on end, cracking the damn thing all the time. He sets the Big Gulp on the trunk, thinks, hesitates. Commits. 

"Would you, um…would you want me to rub it out for you?" 

Benson looks at him warily as he considers the offer. He's slow to answer, but Randy is patient. Doesn't push it. Lets him think about it. 

Finally he nods. "Sure. Why not." 

Randy clambers up on the trunk and sits behind him. Benson leans back between his legs, rests his elbows on Randy's knees, hangs his head forward. The space between them is awkward all of the sudden. Too close, not close enough. Too many clothes on. Too much skin exposed. 

Randy is nervous and he's not sure why. He thinks fleetingly of their first time, his first time, and the way Benson's hands hovered an inch over his skin and shook a little bit. This isn't that, but it feels kind of the same. "You can…tell me to stop if you want. Whatever you want. It's okay." 

"How about you start and then we'll see." 

Randy brushes the curls at the base of Benson's neck hesitantly with his thumb before he wraps his hand around the muscle of his shoulder, gives an experimental squeeze. "Right…there?" 

"Higher." 

He moves his hand up and tries again. "There?" 

Benson hisses through his teeth, cringes. "Yeah. Fuck." 

Randy sets his hands on either side of his neck and squeezes gently. 

"Yeah. Right there."

Benson's all tension beneath the skin, stiff and warm under his cold fingers. Randy thinks about the color of his muscles, the white of bone underneath them. He's pretty sure he's never touched anyone like this before, not even Benson, not like this. Not friendly or sexual, just…intimate. 

"If you want me to stop, just–just say so, okay?" 

Benson grunts an affirmative. His skin is oily and his muscles are taut as bowstrings, so riddled with knots it feels like buckshot lodged in his flesh. Randy presses his thumbs in deep and pushes up along his spine, again and again, feels a flush of satisfaction as Benson melts back against the car. 

"Fuck," he moans. 

"Hurts?" 

"Yeah. Don't stop." 

Randy's nothing if not good at taking orders. He falls into a rhythm, slow and steady, works over his neck and shoulders and back again. Benson swears up a storm and lets out a low whimper whenever he hits a sore spot. 

"Sorry," Randy murmurs every time. 

Benson never replies, but that's okay. He doesn't tell him to stop either.

At first his hands are balled into fists against Randy's knees, but after a while they go slack. He relaxes, finally, allows Randy and the car to support his weight. It's a selfish thought, but Randy hopes he's the first person to do this for him, or at least the first in a long, long time. Benson doesn't have a lot of firsts left. He wants this one. 

Before long, his hands are cramping and he worries he's going to rub his neck raw but doesn't want to stop touching him, doesn't want to forfeit this new familiarity with his body. So he eases up, cheats a little bit, combs his fingers through his greasy hair and scratches at his scalp. It makes his chest feel tight, the way Benson leans into his touch with his eyes closed and groans under his breath. 

When he finally pulls away, Randy tries to subdue his disappointment, until he turns around and reaches up to hook a hand behind Randy's head. 

"C'mere," Benson mumbles, tugging him close and meeting him halfway for a kiss that tastes like peach rings and root beer. Randy grips his forearm and for a second, in his mind's eye, everything drops out and disappears into the void, save for them and the car and the stars. 

When he breaks the kiss Benson doesn't let him go, holds him in place with their foreheads pressed together. Neither of them speak. Randy focuses so hard on Benson's breathing he forgets to breathe himself. There are words, but they creep by in silence like animals in the dark. 

"We still got water in the back?" Benson says at last. 

"Mmhm." 

"I'm gonna brush my teeth. Change into my jammies." His jammies are a pair of basketball shorts made of more holes than fabric. 

"Okay," Randy says. 

Neither one of them moves. The crickets chat amongst themselves in the brush. 

"You still want the front?" Benson asks. 

"Sure." 

"Thanks." 

"No problem." 

Benson sighs softly through his nose. He lets go of him and steps back, shuffles from one foot to the other and stares at Randy for a long time, hair sticking up in all directions. Finally he goes to dig through the backseat for the water jug. 

"Looks like a bunch of fuckin' raccoons live in here," he mutters. 

Randy chuckles, looks at his hands palm-up on his lap. He's got Benson's skin beneath his nails, his sweat and oil worked into the whorls of his fingerprints. He's never been so close to another person. Spent his whole life maintaining a safe distance from everyone around him, treating his body like a blast zone. Now the idea of distance is laughable. They share everything but toothbrushes. Hell, he's been inside him. Randy always figured he would never reach that level of connection with anybody. 

He brings his hand to his face and hesitates for just a second before he sticks his thumb in his mouth. The salt of Benson's sweat is familiar on his tongue. He tastes his skin on his skin. He knows him. He knows him. And Benson knows him right back. 

He's craved this sort of intimacy his whole life. Laid awake alone countless nights and ached for it, mourned bitterly for what he never had and assumed he never would. But now he lies awake with Benson beside him and basks in how wrong he was. In how real he feels in his arms, wearing a second skin of grit and spit and whatever else. 

He doesn't want to sleep in the front. 

Randy twists to call over his shoulder. "Hey…um, Benson?" 

"Yeah?" he says around his toothbrush. 

"You think we could…both fit in the back?" 

Benson spits on the asphalt. "No." 

"Well…could we try?" 

Benson snorts. "Fuckin' clingy, huh?" he says, but he sounds amused. Randy feels those dark eyes appraising him like a pair of hands fumbling at his clothes. He tugs absentmindedly at the collar of his shirt. Well, Benson's shirt. "Yeah. We can try." 

Randy hops off the trunk and joins him in the evening routine, bumping shoulders, bumping elbows, their voices small and close in the night. 

"Gonna sweat to death together back there," Benson says. 

"That's okay." 

"If you say so. Think I might skip the jammies. That cool?" 

"That's–that's fine, yeah. That's good. Hey…is that my toothbrush?" 

"No, yours is green."

"That is green." 

"No it's not." 

"Yes it is, the light makes it look weird." 

Benson looks at the thing again. "Oh. Whoops. Does it really matter?"

Randy gives this serious consideration, thinks about his mouth and everywhere it's been. Thinks about the state of the rest of him. Thinks about pressing his body to Benson's in the backseat, sticky with sweat, breath on his neck. 

He wants to say yes, it matters, but he doesn't feel it. He tastes salt on his tongue instead.

"I guess not," he shrugs.

Benson hands it to him. 

"Your turn, then." 

[dragon-creates]

I’m looking for an artist to collab with for an AU

Hello! If you don’t know me already, my name is Dragon, the author of the TADC fics 5+1 and Royally Screwed (and also a funnybunny shipper). However, I am coming up with a totally new AU, something similar to the carnival and freakshow au as well as inspiration from Bendy and the Ink Machine, Poppy Playtime and Amanda the Adventurer.

I call it ‘The Amazing Digital REDACTED’ au.

In this au, you ‘the player’ play as Jax, an ex-employee of C&A returning to the abandoned building in order to find the rest of your work employees after a mysterious incident years ago. With hidden knowledge that he must enter the game in order to find them, Jax does just that while managing to retain his memories. Along with his accomplice Bubble (a helpful AI who wants to free the rest of the trapped souls) and some help from his friend Winter (yes Winter from 5+1 will be in this but that fic isn’t canon to this au) on the outside, Jax tries to fix his past mistakes and save everyone – especially a particular jester he loved and lost long ago.

Yup that’s right, Jax will be the main character of this au and you will be playing as him. Let me explain, there is a feature on AO3 that allows you to make multiple choices on how you want the story to play out, like a telltale video game if you understand what I’m saying. You will get to pick and choose how Jax goes about his adventure and receive more than one ending (with a canon ending as well). And yes, this au’s main ship is funnybunny as I believe that it deserves more recognition and I find that these two in this au are very interesting to explore (especially with their past).

However, this fic is going to take quite a long time to make and is going to be bigger than anything else that I have written in the past. That is why I want to team up with a fellow TADC/funnybunny artist (since I am not an artist and do better with writing and characters) and create a separate blog for this au to come up with comics and art together. If you’ve seen the blogs for the Carnival and Freakshow au’s, you know that with their comics and art they explore more of the world, drop some lore, do character sheets and explain the pasts of the characters. This is what I’m hoping for if I team up with an artist. This au will mostly be on tumblr however if it does well I might add it to twitter as well since I’m putting this post on twitter as well.

Here are what I have pictured for the characters so far.

Jax: Past name; Jack. Ex employee of C&A, main character and who you the player will be playing as. Before the ‘incident’, Jax used to work at C&A as part of a coding team, to make sure that there were no bugs before any games were released. While C&A wasn’t on his list of jobs to pick, it was the only one that seemed best due to the pay and the fact that they could pay for schooling for those with children. Since Jax has a little sister named Jane, and has no parental figures in his life, he takes the job in order to help pay for the both of them and to make sure that Jane gets a good education. Unlike his canon TADC counterpart, Jax is more quiet, tired and while sarcastic, isn’t all out cruel to everyone unless they are bad people (think Mike from the FNAF movie especially with his relationship with his younger sister). He becomes quite close with his boss’s daughter however, Penny (Pomni) with him starting to develop feelings for the shy girl. However, after the day of the ‘incident’ Jax is left with nothing but guilt since he knew things that contributed to that day. Now he has a chance to make things right and save everyone, and Pomni.

Pomni: Past name; Penny. Ex employee of C&A and daughter of the CEO Abel, Pomni is an extremely introverted and socially awkward person, due to being traumatised by her mother’s death. She and her father don’t have a good relationship, with reasons that will become clearer later. She was quite close to the past version of Ragatha, but other than her father, she doesn’t really have a relationship with anyone. She likes to work alone to focus on the numbers and accounting part of her job (she understands numbers more than people) until she meets Jack. Though Jack is usually a bit standoffish, he is sweet to Penny due to her shy nature and helps keep an eye on her throughout their jobs so that she doesn’t feel too overwhelmed. Overcome by his sudden kindness and protectiveness, Penny starts to develop feelings for Jax. However, after the day of the ‘incident’ she is now trapped in the game, forever a jester trapped in a box…until Jax shows up.

If you’d like to be an artist for this au and collab with me, you can send me a DM or @ me. Do either of these and a sketch of the characters and I will reach out to you and confirm that you can be my partner for this project.

Here are some visuals on how I envision the characters.

Jax:

Sans the goggles, think of Jax wearing this over his grey and dirty overalls, he could also be holding a makeshift weapon like a bat or a stick so that he can fight off enemies. This version of Jax is much more serious and he is ready to fight in order to get the job done.

Pomni:

(on the last pic, focus on the makeup rather than the outfit)

Overly baggy and childish, with blue and black instead of blue and red. This design is a reminder of her past trauma and as so, is implemented into her circus features. Due to it being too big for her, it makes it hard for her to run and escape, and the ridiculousness of it all is a huge slap in the face that this is her new life now and is fully erased of her past.  Even the makeup covers up any kind of normalcy on her face.

Well that’s it for now, I hope you guys take this into consideration and I hope you all have a lovely day/afternoon/night.

[chiquititaosita]

Hi!!

I just loved your writing! I rlly wish(as a latina too) that you could write the monter trio with a y/n that is teaching them to dance piseiro (brazilian dance)

I think it would be pretty cool actually 😫💞

bear note 🤩🤩 pillali! (Hello in nahuatl) Tlazohcamati (thank you so much) thank you so much for your request this made my day. I really love to give diversity to latine community. Because as a latine and an indigenous (mexica and huestaco descent) i want to see how y/n will be come into life. But I thought you’d never ask my love :> it may take me a bit because ill be researching when it comes to culture appreciation and not appropriation.

Context: much like the quebradora (the break in español) its almost similar to pisero. It kinda contains the same movements but lots of hips moving on both dance partners. Sometimes there are lifts and spins and turns enjoy!!!

Cw: slight nsfw (suggestive).

Monster trio learning to do Piseiro (dance) with Brazilian (latina) s/o (latine reader)

post type: headcannon

pairing: luffy x reader, zoro x reader, sanji x reader

reader: Latina reader

Luffy

reference video

-“ no wait wait! You gotta do this.” you show him the foot work again and corrected him once more

-instantly would drop you if he saw a rack of meat. then immediately apologize after.

-no ifs or buts. It’s canon

- “HYAHHAAHA!!”

- “and spinnnnn!!!” He’s gonna want to be spun around too. Which he does.

- you’ll be falling on your butt 💀

- ngl luffy dances better in the dirt than on tile floors.

- again he uses his hips to try and get in sync with you. But it doesn’t add up sometimes

-“ how are you doing this? Lu?”

-“easy by using my gomu gomu hip moves!” It’s giving very much washing machine moves

-“and dip you to the floorr!!!” It’s so cute to watch him show you what he learned from you! Especially IF YALL DANCED AT CARNIVAL OMGGGGGGG 🤩🤩🤩🤩

-epic show stoppers

-he’ll definitely step on your toes unintentionally. HE DONT EVEN KNOW HOW STRONG HIS GRIPPERS ARE!

-unfortunately dry humping happens to you. If You’ll look miserable nami and robin will try to rescue you :)

-You’ll both most likely dance barefoot because it helps luffy get stimulated and used to it. (If does wear shoes, from what i see he DONT)

- “yeah!- we did this move where I pick up y/n and let her fly a bit! And I kinda grab her how she grabs my hair when I eat he-“ it was the only you could explain it to him.

-��� LUFFY! CALA A BOCA!!” Nami and sanji will smack him for you.

-“SHISHISHI you love me and you know it y/n channn!!!”

Zoro

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRCV4cjo/ < reference

-“absolutely not!!!”

-“I’m not doing it.”

-“THIS!! IS!! BULLSHIT!! !”

- CHINGOW GÜEY!

-So getting zoro to do piseiro , he had to have at least 5 drinks worth of sake to get it in his system.

- but teaching him was actually not too bad

-“Why are you doing it this way?”

-“isn’t it easier this way, it just makes this so complicated!!!!”

-since he can only see with one eye it’s a little bit harder for him (if it was pre time skip, that’d be a major difference) it’s just that he doesn’t want you to get hurt

-poor moss heads hips are too stiff

-“ow OW! zoro! That’s my foot.” You huff in frustration.

-“what I’m sorry!-.”

- he’s going try and carry you at least once. It won’t go well at least in your eyes.

-but it goes well in his eyes.

-“and dip? And dip.”He’ll just mutter in the back of his mind. Thinking in the back of his mind.

-“I’m surprised you’re not even complaining.” You whisper into his ear as he blushed

-“ I can’t let that bastard cook take my woman on the dance floor now can I?”

- Shaking your hips damn girl, he attempts to cover your ass if you’re ever like about to shake whatcha mama gave ya, he’s like “NOPE!!!! NOPE! THATS MINE!!”

-he’s a softie for sure when it comes to the love of his life.

- if y’all do the spins, y’all are for sure gonna get lost, but luckily you find y’all’s way back (y’all wouldn’t even be that far away)

Sanji

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRbTJkrb/ <reference

-an absolute menace

- seriously, he’s gonna be dead the minute you start shaking your ass

-ussopp and chopper almost had to resuscitate him and do chest compressions.

-THE AMOUNT OF NOSE BLEEEDS THIS MAN GOES THROUGH

-His hips don’t lie and that’s on period

- I’ll say that he loves to watch you smile and dance

-ass grabber indeed.

-“Y/n!!! You should teach some more moves like this in private like in your bed room!”

-“y/n-chwannnn!!!!~ y-your ass it’s on m-my.”

-will immediately take you to another room to strictly eat you out

[hxlyhoax]

Paralyzed

Based off of Paralyzed by Big Time Rush

Rowan Laslow x Reader

warning(s): I hate the ending. semi proof read. all mistakes are mine. if I need to add anything else let me know :)

━━━━━ © hxlyhoax 2023 do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work. I do not own the rights to Wednesday or any of the canon characters mentioned.

You walked with Enid right by your side. You were new to Nevermore and she was showing you around while also keeping you up with the latest gossip around the school or in the next town over that was named Jericho.

“Dude” Xavier frowned at his roommate, hitting his arm. “Huh” the dazed boy let out, looking at the long haired boy. “You weren’t listening?”

Rowan shook his head, guilt clear in his features. “I got distracted.” he frowned, watching as Xavier furrowed his eyebrows and looked to where the shorter boy nodded his head. “Oh, They’re new.”

Rowan only nodded, biting his lip. You’d never notice him. He knew it. Xavier knew it. Hell, Enid probably already knew it.

The next time he saw you was when you were going against Bianca in fencing. He watched intensely as you and the siren went after each other, smiling once he realized you had won the match.

“Nice moves.” Bianca smiled, staring you down. “Thank you.” you nodded, smiling back before looking over to another student who wanted to go against you.

“You should talk to them.” Xavier whispered in the boys ear, smiling softly. “I- I can’t-” Rowan shook his head, taking a short breath. “And why is that?” the long haired boy frowned, tilting his head. “They’re out of my league. And i’ll make a fool out of myself if I do.” the boy frowned, looking to his roommate with a look similar to a wounded puppy. “Would you like me to talk to them for you?”

“You would do that?” Rowan asked, confused as why the boy who seemed to careless about him would help. “Yeah” Xavier nodded, looking towards you again, waving slightly when he noticed you were looking in their direction.

You waved back with a smile on your face. A smile that made Rowan melt. Oh, how he loved you.

The third time he saw you was at the carnival. You were accompanied by Xavier who was hopefully putting in a good word for him.

“So how are you liking Nevermore?” Xavier asked, smile on his face. “It’s alright” you shrugged, “Kind of like every other private school i’ve been to, just with more outcasts and I actually like the uniform.”

“You like the uniform?” the tall boy cringed, watching as you chuckled lightly and nodded. “Way better than my last ones. Those were hideous.”

“Do you like anyone?”

You stared at him for moment, head tilted. “I like a lot of people.”

“No, like like.”

“like like ?”

“like like.” Xavier nodded his head, trying to laugh at thought of you two just repeating two words. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t think I know anyone that much to “like like” them.” you shrugged, “But I am curious about someone.”

“Oh? do tell.”

“This boy. He wears glasses. He’s-”

“Rowan. His name is Rowan. He’s my roommate actually.”

“Oh- Did I do something wrong? Because it seems like he’s always avoiding me.” you frowned, placing your hands in your pockets.

“Oh, no. I can promise you, you did nothing wrong. He’s just really awkward that’s all. But, if you liked to meet him I can set something up.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” you shook your head, smiling softly. “But, thanks though.”

“No. I insist. He’s right over there actually.” Xavier pointed to a boy who was sitting alone at a bench. The same boy you had been curious about for weeks. The same boy you may have developed a little crush on. The same boy who-

“Well?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah, let’s go.” you nodded, missing the way he inaudibly chuckled to himself.

“Rowan” Xavier called out as the both of you walked over, watching as he turned his head, eyes going wide at the sight of you. “Oh, hi.” the boy smiled, pushing his glasses up, doing his best to control his breathing, keeping a tight fist on his inhaler that was in his pocket. “Rowan this is Yn. Yn this is Rowan.”

“Hi, Yn.” Rowan nodded, staring at you for a few seconds before looking to the ground again. “Hi, Rowan. It’s nice to finally meet you. Heard a lot of good things actually.”

“Good things?” he asked, looking up, cheeks going red as Xavier winked at him. He really was playing wingman. And he’d forever be in debt to the psychic. “Yeah. You’ve got yourself a good wingman over here.” you chuckled, sitting across from him.

“Oh- Uhm- Wingman? No-”

You stared at him as he used his inhaler, frowning slightly. “Do I make you nervous?”

The boy in the glasses looked at you, swallowing silently. “Not in a bad way.”

“In a good way then?”

“He likes you.” Xavier cut off the awkward encounter. “Xav-”

“I like you too.”

Both boys looked over at you. Xavier smiling in triumph and Rowan in shock. “You do?” Rowan began to smile, setting his inhaler down, controlling his breaths once again. “I do.”

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

hi can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson courting his lady love (human female reader)?

Thanks for the ask and I can definitely do that anon! I hope you enjoy these headcanons!

AN: This ask and my response to it deals with yandere content, canon typical violence, and behaviours. This means it will have dark elements. I do not condone yandere behaviours in real life. 

The reader in this scenario is the same as the reader in this scenario.

First and foremost when it comes to courting you (which he explains in extensive detail), Klaus is big on gift-giving.

He doesn't spoil you with frivolous gifts (even though he has more than enough money to do so if he chose). Instead, his gifts to you are practical.

You need to cast a spell? Klaus has the ingredients prepared before you even walk in the door and he will hand them to you making sure that his fingers brush and linger against yours.

You need to translate words into Latin? There's a heavy dictionary sitting on your bed when you return from work and you know for a fact that this dictionary has been out of print for at least forty years.

In saying that, if you manage to convince Klaus to visit a place like a carnival (which doesn't really take much convincing to be honest because it's you), you will be walking out of there with both of your arms full of stuffed animals and an absolutely sated sweet tooth. Klaus will only fall further in love with you if you offer him some of your food at the carnival.

Another part of Klaus' attempts to court you is that he spends time with you. He can be a bit grumpy when you're translating words into Latin because you're not paying attention to him and he'll often mutter about how Aramaic is superior to Latin.

His protests cease the second that he thinks you need any kind of help. He's right there by your side, resting his chin on your shoulder and murmuring in your ear to remember what Freya taught you.

If you still need a bit more help, Klaus will reluctantly remove himself from your presence and use his speed to find Freya to ask her for help.

Klaus isn't particularly fond of asking others for help but he figures that the sooner you finish this task, the sooner he can have your undivided attention.

He takes pride in showing you his paintings. The way that you admire his talent and skill never fails to brighten his day and his mood.

The Mikaelsons are known for hosting grand parties and events. If the situation calls for it, Klaus is more than happy to dance with you. It's another way he shows everyone that you're his.

Klaus is fine with humans and vampires admiring you to an extent but if any of them show any indication that they want something more....they risk his wrath and that of the other Originals.

And so, he has a quiet word with Rebekah, Elijah, and Freya before these grand events about removing any other person or vampire that shows even the slightest interest in courting you.

Klaus treats you to a life of luxury and ensures that you want for nothing, especially on your birthday.

Why then would you want anyone else?

[celestiall0tus]

Bloody Bug Information

Alright. Now, with the completion of the Bloody Bug Prelude, I will be moving into a full canon divergence with Alix as the main lead. I will be starting with the Origins episode (as it is only fitting in this case) and then move into Stormy Weather.

I will progress through the season 1 episodes as I make my way to season 2. Now, not all episodes will be written out, but I'm expecting that more later on than now.

Now I come to Alix. I will need to flesh her out a tad more. She has a little more to her character than some of the others in the show, but I'm going to be adding a little something that I feel should be in character for her. I will be keeping her self-confidence, boldness, forwardness, kind nature, but have her a little more distant and harsh in the beginning. More like the classic tough girl that is dragged along much to her dismay. She'll have a touch of rebellion, but not like what I've written her to be in the past. She will have a bit of a sailor's mouth, but, again, not as bad as I've written her to have in the past.

Now, some changes I do intend on making moving forward:

Chloe won't be going through her damnation arc (say what you want, I do acknowledge that it was a damnation arc, not a redemption arc. So, shove it) and have something more akin to a redemption arc. This ultimately boils down to Alix being the main heroine and her choices will vary differently compared to Marinette in later seasons.

There will be different people for certain miraculous, though I cannot say at this time who will have what. I will know more when I start writing.

I will also be tossing the notion in the later seasons of "always be happy." I get why they did it, but fuck that is garbage as hell. With this will come shakeups in the dynamics of, well, everyone.

Flaws will be added to other characters to flesh them out a little bit more and give me substance to work with. I will do my best to keep in character as much as possible, but yeah.

Some things I'm on the fence about:

The senti-cousins. I know it was a large part of later seasons, but I truly never got the feeling that either boys (or even Kagami for that matter) were senti-monsters, even with the introduction of Mayura's powers. As of right now, I'm not sure I'll have that in this AU.

I'm doubtful I will make Alix the guardian as Marinette was in the show.

Things I will be keeping (because I'm a bitch and a drama whore):

The plot of Chat Noir hitting on Bloody Bug. I have fun ideas of where to take that.

Gabenath. That shit was a fucking toxic carnival of one-sided love and sacrifice with the other leading them on and it was fucking glorious. You bet your ass I'm keeping it.

Marinette's obsession with Adrien (yes, I said obsession, cry about it). This will cause beginning tension with Marinette and Alix that I'm going to absolutely love.

Now, this isn't in the show, but a vital point of Bloody Bug in the prelude, but her ruthlessness and willing to do what was needed. I will be carrying that over to Alix in this and have her style of hero fall more into that line of an anti-hero.

I think that is all for now. Anything you hear about this moving forward will be the story itself.

[kingcedricthegay]

So I read the first chapter of your Cedric x Reader fanfic and came to share my thoughts.

I will say, I'm not too fond of x Reader, I'm more about reading about characters instead of being one. That being said, I liked that there was an effort to include other characters from stf, and I actually got invested from how the fic was formatted as a genuine stf episode.

I don't want to be too critical of the portrayal of some of the characters, but as a Roland enjoyer, I felt your portrayal of him was quite decent until it came to Cedric. I'm not sure at what point the story is supposed to take place in besides being between Great Auntventure and Day of the Sorcerers, but I feel that Roland being unhappy about Cedric coming along doesn't feel in character. At most points in the show, Roland is shown to not mind Cedric, let alone with Sofia. Cedric's Apprentice was an episode where Sofia literally became Cedric's apprentice so he could help her for a test, and Roland never once objects to her being with Cedric. I think Roland doesn't have as big of a gripe as people think because he's more disappointed at Cedric not being able to do magic than him as a person overall.

That being said, I love how you wrote him as someone who respected Sofia's wishes and let her bring Cedric along to the carnival. That is very much like Roland to see that Sofia likes something and sets aside his biases for his daughter. I can understand headcanoning Roland not liking Cedric as a person, and It's not something I'd agree with, but I absolutely agree with him respecting his children and their wishes.

As for the royal family as a whole, I didn't expect them to take as much of a focus as they did, and it was a pleasant surprise to have the children interact with Y/N. In fact, the format of the fic was so creative, with the royal family being so involved, I found myself being invested more in that than the x Reader parts. That's just me liking things not involving Cedric more because of how focused he is in the fandom. I wanted to talk more about the other aspects of the fic because I think people would find these elements such a treat.

While the royal family isn't THE main focus, I found Amber and Miranda to be a bit weird as characters. The fact I preferred the writing for James over them says something. With Miranda, I felt she wasn't a character like everyone else. The only role she seemed to have was as a mother and nothing else. The way she didn't have as much of a prominence as the others bummed me out. And it's not that she had to have a bigger role, but I felt myself questioning where she was.

My thoughts about Amber are based on my opinion, but the way she was written felt mixed to me. There were parts where she felt like Amber, like her excitement at getting her fortune told, but her being interested in whether she has a spouse?? I don't know, I personally don't think she would be too interested in that, or at least would be more interested in other aspects of her future. Plus the "I AM EASY" part caught me off guard. That part with the part before of Amber eating fast but elegantly did not pair well. It felt like Hildegard core.

These are just my thoughts though. I really enjoyed reading this fanfic despite some parts I didn't jive with. I would recommend it for anyone who likes a storyline with their smoochies with Cedric rjdbhdidjdjdjrj

Thanks for recommending me this fic /g /vpos

I ain’t reading all that I’m happy for you tho or sorry that happened /ref

No but seriously thank you so much for writing all this 😭😭

First of all I always try to make my one shots feel like they could more or less happen in the StF canon, so I’m glad it works!!

Regarding Roland, I know that you love him but I don’t necessarily like him that much. I think he’s okay most of the time, I just hate him for fun lmao (that’s probably why I wrote him as less likable than he actually is)

About the characters overall, this was my first piece of StF fan fiction and when I was writing this I hadn’t finished the show yet (I was maybe at the beginning of season 2) so the characters hadn’t gone through all the development they had to go through yet, and I guess I didn’t have that good of a grasp on their personalities. Now that you point it out, looking back Amber was never boy crazy so I agree that that bit doesn’t make any sense (😭), and yeah I guess Miranda ended up being just… mom.

All in all thanks for the feedback! ❤️❤️

[mikareo]

hi hi!! hope you’re doing well! thank you for opening match ups! i haven’t done any in a long time so it’s a bit exciting (≧▽≦)

may i have a blue lock personality matchup please?

desired gender/general age of the match: a guy please! 17 so we’d be the same age, but a more general bracket would be 16-18 (/∇＼*)

major personality traits: clumsy, hopeless romantic, smiley, chatty, and bubbly (especially around ppl im close to), shy, but i also like to mess around and have fun, creating a bit of chaos, and being a bit of tease,, i do get anxious and constantly stuck in the mindset of “fuck it” and “why did i do that”

um um also im an infp, a sagittarius, and i go by she/her ⸜( ˙˘˙)⸝

fav hobbies/activities: reading books and manga (and fanfiction but shhh), watching anime and kpop, listening to music, organizing, scrapbooking/card making, decorating, just anything crafty really, volunteering to teach little kids ⸜( ˙˘˙)⸝

ideal first date/dream date: smth not so uptight or high stress, smth kind of casual! so things like going to a mall/town center to shop and look through different stores (bonus points for books, stationery, and anime things hehe), maybe hit a cafe, but i also love the idea of aquarium or carnival/festival/theme park dates ∗˚(* ˃̤൬˂̤ *)˚∗

thank you thank you!! i hope this wasn’t too much, but im excited for whatever you come up with!!💓

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...starglow-xx!

hellooooo!! here's your personality matchup! girl you sound like such an amazing person from your personality traits omgggggg i hope you enjoy this!!!! <3

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your personality matchup results!

congratulations . . .‧₊˚🎧✩KENYU YUKIMIYA₊˚🫧⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

okay, i know there are a lot of yuki haters out there...but i think this man is so underrated. he's basically canonically the most attractive character in all of blue lock and his back story is so sad, it makes me just want to hug him and i think the two of you would be so compatible— let me explain!!!

yuki's generally known as the more gentle and calm one amongst all of the blue lock player (though he obviously gets a little aggressive on the field, but we all have our moments right?). i think this calm demeanor would be a great trait to balance your anxious mindset. while you're struggling with post-action anxiety, he would be able to talk you through what's going on and help you understand that everything you do if okay! he's made his fair share of mistakes in the past, and he knows that the only way to move forward is to acknowledge that what's done is done— what matters today will likely not matter tomorrow, and he's an ace at comforting you on that subject.

he can also be a bit of a downer sometimes...or a lot of the time. i think that your upbeat attitude could challenge this negativity that he usually feels about himself. as i said before, he would be there for you when your having difficult times and you would also return the favor. when he's in the dumps because he lost a game or feels like his football career may be over, you're the person who's there to lift him up and make him laugh. to be frank, your laugh is probably his favorite sound and he'd think of it whenever he needs to focus and remember the things that bring him joy.

the two of you would be able to be yourselves around each other with no fear of judgement. you can share hobbies— such as you showing him your favorite manga or him taking you shopping for designer clothes— and enjoy the sweet bliss of being in each other's company. any kind of date or experience you'd like to have, he'd be sure to make it happen and blow your expectations out of the roof. yuki's a romantic...and a handsome one at that, but no matter how many girls fall at his feet, you're the one for him. he has eyes on no one except you, and as long as his eyesight remains in tact— you're the most important beauty he wishes to admire.

this was so fun to do bc of how much i love yuki. i'm such an isagi fan and seeing everyone hate on yuki bc of the rivalry between them is so sad since they're just two boys who want to play soccer ajskl so it's such a treat to be able to write about him in a positive way! pls let me know what u think :)

[poeticpains]

Why I Decided To Write Canon Divergent Post-Season Three Fic

Hi folks, as you all may have seen from my incessant posts about my series on AO3, the long way is the only way home, I'm a fic writer writing a series that focuses on Joey and Matt after Everlock.

Obviously, in canon, Matt, Nikita, and Joey join the Society Against Evil, and some unspecified amount of time later they go on the rescue mission that composes Season 4. Relatedly, at the end of Season 3, Joey obtains the crystal from the Carnival Master's chest, which is the linchpin for the Season 4 mission (and most likely the entire reason he and the others became Society agents).

I don't hate this story. In fact, I think it's a pretty good storyline, with heavy themes of never being able to truly escape what Everlock did to them and how it changed their lives. You can even hear it in the music playing as Joey picks up the crystal: "'Cause no one truly escapes the night / Oh, won't you help me escape the night?" (Good song, by the way; No One Escapes by Catherine Keithley.) Trauma has a way of getting people stuck like that, and I think the decision to have Matt and Nikita become SAE agents and fight with Joey to get their friends back is a good choice for their characters and their stories as opposed to, say, Tyler and Andrea, or even Oli and Eva.

But even though I like this story, I didn't want to write it.

A bit of a personal moment here, but I know how it feels to go through trauma. No, I haven't watched my friends die in front of my eyes, but I've gone through some stuff that I would rather not have. I spent a long time being stuck in that time of my life. In a way, I still am, years after the fact. And as I'm sure anyone else whose also gone through trauma can say, that's not fun. All I want is to leave it behind me.

Do I always write fic for wish fulfillment? Not necessarily. But the long way is the only home is definitely an exploration of Matt and Joey's trauma, and as someone who is forced to explore their own trauma, I don't want to be stuck in it forever.

Matt, Nikita, and Joey joining the Society is them never letting Everlock go. It's them letting the promise of getting their friends back consume them, with the assumption that they've given up their lives for the sake of the Society. Now I am reading this seriously, and applying real-world mechanics to a fictional web series, but imagine how much work it would take to join a secret society of magic-wielding field agents. Personally, to me, them choosing that route feels like them trying to make it seem like they've put Everlock behind them when it's really still all they can think about, because they're joining the Society to get their friends back.

While this is an understandable mindset to have, and I wouldn't be opposed to perhaps someday writing a series or fic that follows canon more closely, it's just not what I wanted to write. I wanted to write Matt and Joey healing. I wanted to write them living their lives again, even after it felt like their worlds had ended, because somewhere there's a part of me that needs to know that, too. I'm sure I'm not alone in this feeling, especially not with...certain world events.

As a less heavy answer, I write fanfiction to explore things that canon does not. Canon already explores Matt and Joey becoming Society agents! (Well, "explores" in quotes, because it's basically three lines and a costume change, but I digress.) I write them shunning the Society for the same reason I write Joey as trans and deeply in love with Matt. Canon doesn't have that!

So, as a TL;DR: Because I want to see people who have had their worlds destroyed being able to heal, and also, I want to see things in fanfic that canon doesn't show.

[takaraphoenix]

I love how, when I started reading DC Comics, I was very eager to Get The Whole Picture.

Start at the beginning, work my way through chronologically. Crossover event? Gotta get onto that. Something happens somewhere else but affects the continuity I am reading? Better check that out too.

And now, two years in, I have learned to just... roll with the punches because half the time, the punches don’t matter anyway.

Lisa Snart died. And then she came back. Barry... uh... disappeared or died or potentially both but hey nah he’s fine, he killed death and is back with a vengeance. Bart gets horrifically murdered but eh he’s gonna be fine I saw him earlier in Dark Crisis. Roscoe Dillon died like at least three times by now that bitch just won’t stay dead.

In theory, I was very much aware of the fact that DC reboots and throws Crisis events that shuffle canon around like it’s hard candy on Carnival. Yet, inexplicably so, I kind of still somehow expected a bit more, I don’t know, consistency I guess? Like, for it to not be as frequently rewritten as it is, or that the dead-oh-no-kidding-I’m-back plots would be, uh, a little less overused.

But it’s all just one big chaotic mess. So if, say, Outsiders Vol 3 just casually throws a “yeah, Conner died” at me, I’m like, sure, why not, I know he’s gonna get better, I’ll just... not... worry about whatever that is, or where that happens. If it’s really a big deal, it will find its way into my reading list. If not, let’s move on to when he’s back alive again”.

This mentality has proven to be vital for my sanity, actually.

[astral-pigeon]

Ah, I just meant double checking to refresh my own memory, so I could understand this better! But I’ll go ahead and ramble a bit about my guesses/thoughts-

(Also, although I’m using a ton of question marks, they’re meant mainly as rhetorical questions, unless you feel like responding to any of it!)

Firstly, it’s definitely interesting - for obvious reasons why - that there’s a lot of purple on the cards, as well as poor Sun’s anxious-looking eye being purple-

Upright Fool Sun - So the fool card, taken literally, is an innocent about to unwittingly fall into the unknown/danger, or whatnot? And with earlier versions of it apparently sometimes being carnival performers, and sometimes being decrepit, well, that does all sound very on the nose for Sun. Also in yours specifically, kinda looks like all he needs is stuff to care for kids? Which makes sense- And at the point he’s at in SB, he sure does need some form of (hopefully-mostly-good) change, and needs more legitimate happiness. 

Upright Hanged Man Moon - Visually, it makes immediate sense, Moon literally being the worm on a string that he is. Meaning-wise - hmm. Well he definitely has been stuck in the situation of having the virus. Whether he was legit evil at all before or not (though I don’t think he was), the virus probably made him nastier, and whether or not his bad reputation started before the virus, it definitely couldn’t have helped. Maybe some part of this even had to do with Sun ending up stuck in the daycare. With how messy Sun and Moon’s room is, despite what neat freaks they both are otherwise, I headcanon that they both have low senses of self worth, and/or depression. They both definitely need their situation to improve somehow. Since the card looks upright, that seems to imply they could do something about it themselves? Hopefully so-

Upside-down Lovers - The heart they’re forming with their hands is so cute, making it extra sad that this is upside down. Though it sure makes sense, since in SB they were sure in conflict with each other. Sun desperately wanting the lights to stay on, to stay in control, and then Moon trying to keep the lights off to try to keep his own control. I also saw some stuff about reversed lovers sometimes having to do with self-love, too? I kinda said so already, but I sure think they could both use more of that. Also respect, apparently - it would be very nice if they could learn to get along again, assuming that they once did. 

Upright(?) Tower Eclipse - The way Sun’s holding the card, and how it’s tilted slightly upward, it looks like it’s probably intended to be upright, but it’s interesting how it looks almost sideways. Chaos and destruction - although Eclipse’s current, canon appearance is only a floating head in a minigame, they sure do seem like these things. And of course, the virus in general causing chaos and destruction. Maybe the card could stand for how bad Sun and Moon’s situation is? Or maybe just how disastrous it would be if they actually became Eclipse (or if Eclipse showed up at all, however exactly, whether one thinks of Eclipse as separate from Sun and Moon, or as actually them). It would be interesting if it was thought of as reversed, though, which it almost could be. If Eclipse could somehow help Sun and Moon’s problems, even if that would probably be drastic measures? Either saving them from disaster/doom, or only a temporary fix (or that, but with Sun and Moon’s own efforts without Eclipse literally involved). The way the card’s positioned, though, I’m guessing it’s probably more bad news than good news though :’D

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[yuikomorii]

Admin I absolutely LOVE the outfits you give Yui and I wish she had that fashion sense! Even so, have you ever thought of rating Yui’s official outfits? I would love to hear your opinion♡

// Aww, thank you! I've always been interested in fashion, so I guess I'm trying to give Yui things that will suit her best. Also, sure, sounds fun! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)

1. Dark Fate

This is probably a very popular opinion, Yui's best outfit is without a doubt her DF one! It actually looks modern and like something a teenager would truly wear. The high-waisted shorts definitely flatter Yui's figure, and I love how her shoes and socks match her shorts and blouse perfectly!

2. Lost Eden

Everyone knows I'm not a big fan of LE, but I have to admit that this outfit looks great on her! Maybe I'm just saying that because many girls here, including myself, dress like that, and even though it's very simple, it has a fresh vibe to it! My only complaint is that the skirt is far too short, which wouldn't normally be a problem but Yui is Miss Clumsy and falls down numerous times in LE (and in general), so I get second-hand embarrassment, lol.

3. Chaos Lineage

I'm a huge pink lover, I like how they made her outfit look formal but really comfortable. The dress gives me vintage vibes, which is a plus, and I love the socks and shoes; look at those cute pearls! Overall, the outfit is good, but I would have preferred it if they gave Yui a blazer to make it look less plain in comparison to the Diaboys' attires.

4. Vandead Carnival

This outfit is definitely… something. It’s not ugly for sure but it simply doesn’t give me Yui vibes. I’m not saying Yui has to only dress in pink, and it’s not like she’s canonically stylish either but those colors are way too dull for her. I believe it would have looked better if she tucked that shirt in that baggy skirt. Perhaps not wearing black leggings and having different shoes would have saved this outfit? At least it looks alright in cgs.

5. Lunatic Parade

I’m feeling bad for rating this one so low because I love LP so much but this outfit isn’t the best choice for her. Both pieces of clothing aren't bad; in fact, I like the ribbons on the jacket; however, the colors don't really suit Yui. Perhaps it isn't very visible here because promotional pictures are always brighter, but Yui's skin in the game has warm tones, and in some cgs, her skin and hair are exactly the same color as the dress, which doesn't give me an aesthetically pleasing image at all, since it’s way too… dry. Also, why were those black thigh-high socks included? It also bothers me that the shoes don't go with anything.

6. Haunted Dark Bridal/More Blood

Come on everyone, let’s act surprised! I already mentioned why I dislike this outfit but I’ll do it again. The pieces of clothing aren’t that hideous, the sweater would have been sort of cute if she took a high waisted skirt and tucked it there. As for the shorts, they are… okay? They would have worked better with plenty of shirts. Adding those orange/light-brown boots was atrocious, it’s not that they’re ugly, they just make the outfit look chaotic because pink, brown and orange isn’t really the most fitting combination for Yui.

(I remember editing once a full body version but I can’t find it anymore PAIN)

I wanted to include the school uniforms and other outfits, but the ones shown above appear in most cgs, after all. Still, I adore her black uniform; it makes Yui look really good! 💕

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i wanna be your girlfriend

PART THREE

pairing: rue bennett x reader, rue bennett x jules vaughn, piper (oc) x reader, maddy perez x reader (platonic), cassie howard x reader (platonic), kat hernandez x reader (platonic)

description: y/n learns what really happened while she was gone and confronts rue at the carnival.

warnings: canonical warnings– drug/substance abuse, swearing, sexual content, mention of suicidal thoughts

words: 3K

date posted: 18/01/22

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Jules came into my life the very same night that Y/n had left it. In fact, there were only a couple of minutes between my conversation with Y/n and Nate and Jules’s confrontation in the kitchen.

I haven’t spoken to Y/n since that night at McKay’s. I’d seen her around school plenty, and surprisingly, even more so outside of it. Sometimes she would catch my eye from down the hall, or from her seat in one of the several fucking classes we had together, or I would notice her car easily speeding passed me on my bike after school. But it seemed that every time, Jules was with me. I could see how it looked from her perspective; I’d traded her in for Jules, and I guess that she wasn’t entirely wrong to assume such a thing.

I hadn’t gotten that text from Y/n until later the next morning. After Jules had lost her shit with Nate, I had gone home with her. She was nice, and to be entirely honest, the thing that drew me to her in the first place was the exact same thing that had enticed me about befriending Y/n. In some way, it comforted me, but there were also so many differences between the two.

Jules was boy crazy in a very similar way that Y/n was girl crazy, but Jules had made a habit of bragging and occasionally making me feel like shit, though I’m sure it wasn’t her intention. When Y/n would climb through my window after a late night hookup, she would tell me about it like any best friend would, and then, after that one night over the summer, we would make out for a while. Jules was also naive when it came to boys, especially after she started talking to ShyGuy118. Y/n was never serious about any of the girls she hooked up with, and would only count two of the girls she’s been with to be official ex-girlfriends.

They were so similar in many ways, but Jules was no Y/n, she never would be.

It was kind of stupid of me to expect that they wouldn’t cross paths. Jules had transferred into the same advanced art class that Y/n was in, but even then, it seemed plausible that they weren’t going to interact directly.

“What’s up with her?” Jules nodded in Y/n’s direction, catching the side-eyed glare that had been thrown their way as she joined Maddy and Kat at a different lunch table.

“What do you mean?” Rue played dumb.

“Oh, come on, Rue. I see you guys looking at each other all the time,” Jules smirked, “Do you like her? She’s really pretty. You should go talk to her.”

“No,” Rue shook her head quickly, “Definitely not.”

Jules frowned, “Why not? She looks at you, too, you know. And, every time I’ve bumped into her, she’s given me a really dirty look. I think she’s jealous.”

I knew Jules wouldn’t leave it alone, so I gave her the edited version of the story. I told her about how Y/n was my best friend, that there was a pattern of self-sabotage throughout my life, and how it ended because I caught feelings. It was selfish of me to leave out the key details; Y/n’s mom, how she didn’t know about my own addiction, and the fact that I had not simply caught feelings for my best friend, I was in fucking love with her. Jules seemed pleased with the story, and I trusted that she wouldn’t bring it up again out of compassion for me.

That was my first mistake.

Y/n huffed in frustration as blue flakes of paint dusted over her head, the direct result of someone leaving the bottle open overnight. After shrugging out of her smock, she rushed to the bathroom, where she was greeted with the unwelcomed sight of the mess that had become of her hair. Carefully, she began plucking the sharp pieces of dried acrylic paint out of her hair, grimacing at the residue that was left behind.

Her eyes flicked sideways as the bathroom door creaked open, then subtly rolled as she recognized the smiling face that appeared. Jules eyed Y/n for a moment, leaning against the sink as her hands fidgeted with one another anxiously.

“Do you need any help?” Jules offered quietly, motioning to the back of Y/n’s hair, “There’s a bunch like, in the back.”

Y/n watched her through the mirror pensively before she silently nodded, allowing Jules to stand behind her in the mirror and start pulling at her locks.

The tension was thick in the bathroom, a mixture of Y/n’s disinterest in interaction with Jules and Jules desperately trying to find the best way to approach the situation.

“I, uh,” Jules cleared her throat, “I got it all, but there's still some blue in there. Maybe you should put it up or something.”

“Thanks,” Y/n muttered.

“You know,” Jules began, “Rue told me about what happened between you guys. She misses you. I think it would be nice if you could talk to her.”

Y/n met the taller girl’s stare, for real this time rather than through the reflective surface of the mirror, letting out a humourless scoff, “Sorry, I’m just trying to find the nicest way to tell you that it really isn’t any of your fucking business.”

Jules appeared shocked at her outburst, “It is, actually. Rue is my best friend, and she’s seriously upset. And with everything that Rue’s been through, I feel like you owe it to her.”

“I don’t know who you think you are,” Y/n sneered as she shoved passed the blonde, “But I don’t owe her shit.”

“So what, Rue catches feelings and goes to rehab and suddenly you’re too good for her or something?”

Y/n froze in her place, twirling around to face her with glossy eyes, “What?”

In hindsight, the short time that I knew Jules had taught me that she couldn’t keep a fucking secret to save her own life. After the situation in the bathroom, Jules texted me to let me know what she had done, and after a brief case of cardiac arrest, I ditched. Between that, and her obsession with Tyler, I had just about had my fill of Jules for one afternoon.

The carnival was that night, and I knew that the odds of me seeing Y/n there was pretty high. She always seemed to have a sense of exactly where I was at all times, even when I tried my hardest to avoid her. Thankfully, the carnival was a much better place to stay out of her sight than I had hoped; A real-life game of Where’s Waldo.

Y/n peered over the heads of literally hundreds of people in search of Rue, taking advantage of how high up the ferris wheel had brought her. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, knee bouncing up and down anxiously.

After her discussion with Jules in the bathroom earlier that day, Y/n’s entire body had gone numb. She had gone through the final few periods of the school day on autopilot, save for unblocking Rue’s number and asking her if they could talk. Rue, of course, did not respond.

A warm hand grasped Y/n’s knee, halting it’s erratic motions. She glanced over, meeting the heavily-glittered gaze of Piper, who watched her with a tilted head.

“You okay, babe?” She asked, thumb massaging comforting circles onto the bare flesh of her knee, “You’re shaking the entire cart.”

Y/n smiled softly, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… heights, I guess.”

“Aw,” Piper cooed, laying her arm across her shoulders and tugging her to sit closer, “I got you.”

“I know,” Y/n tucked her head into the crook of Piper’s neck, nuzzling her pulse point before leaving a pink, lip-shaped stain on her throat.

Although Y/n wouldn’t admit it, she had genuinely started to like Piper somewhere down the line. They began hanging out every other day after McKay’s party, which typically consisted of meeting in an empty parking lot around midnight to screw each other's brains out.

Y/n like Piper’s consistency above all else.

Piper was actively trying to impress Y/n. She texted her daily, and always made sure to respond within minutes. She offered her rides to school in the morning and would treat her to Starbucks, brought her little baked goods from her dad’s bakery every day at lunch, and above all else, she actively spent time getting to know her. For the first time since she had come out, Y/n was the one being chased instead of doing the chasing, and it felt good.

After a week of simple hook-ups, Piper finally asked Y/n to hang out for real. They went roller skating, and then got pizza. Y/n had agreed, expecting to go do something for an hour before they got down to their usual business, but after getting dropped off with a simple kiss, Y/n came to realise that Piper was in it for the long haul.

Before she knew it, they were doing couple-y things together. They held hands in the hallway, Y/n wore Piper’s basketball jersey around school on game days, they met each other’s parents, and Y/n had nearly jumped Piper’s bones when she suggested that they wore corresponding pink outfits to the carnival. Piper was stability, something that Y/n hadn’t had before, especially not with me.

“You guys look so fucking cute,” Maddy drawled as she snapped several photos of the two girls, motioning for them to alternate between their cosy poses.

Y/n glanced over her shoulder at the camera, a wide grin across her face as she hugged Piper’s waist tightly, eyes blinking shut at the harsh flash.

“That’s really cute,” Cassie mewled as she watched over Maddy’s shoulder, swiping through the series of photos that she had taken, “You should post that one.”

“Aw, I love those,” Piper pressed her palm to the small of Y/n’s back as they observed the pictures, making comments about how certain ones were super cute or how ‘my hair looks so weird in that one!’

“Ugh,” Maddy groaned as she glanced at her watch, “I’ve gotta go meet Nate. Wish me luck.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, taking her phone back from the girl as she sauntered off in search of her abusive boyfriend. Cassie smiled gingerly at the girls as she excused herself with the same reason, leaving the two girls alone.

“So, what do you wanna do now?” Piper grinned at her, “The gravitron line looks kinda short now, or if you’re not in the mood for rides, we could go find somewhere more private…”

Y/n craned her neck to face her, accepting the soft kiss she pressed to her lips. Her eyes narrowed, gaze over the taller girl’s shoulder catching sight of a familiar head of curly brown hair rushing in the opposite direction.

“Uh, would you mind grabbing me some water or something?” She asked, glancing back up at Piper, “I have to go to the bathroom, but I’ll meet you back here in a few.”

Piper nodded, ghosting her fingertips along Y/n’s spine as she moved towards the concession stand. Y/n eyed her for a moment, making sure that she didn’t notice her speeding off in the opposite direction of the porta potties in pursuit of Rue.

It didn’t take long for Y/n to spot her in the crowd, especially with Jules by her side. The girl stood out like a sore thumb in her bright outfit and glamorous makeup amongst the others, most of whom tried to catch as little attention as possible.

“Rue!” She hollered, easily catching the attention of Jules, who nudged the brunette and nodded in Y/n’s direction. Any attempt that she could have made to escape would have been completely fruitless.

“Now’s not a really good time, Y/n.” Rue sighed.

“Yeah, well when is it ever?”

“No, seriously. I can’t find Gia anywhere.”

“I’m gonna…” Jules glanced around, “I’m gonna check out by the ferris wheel, see if she’s over there.”

“We need to talk, Rue.”

“I just told you–”

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t mean now, you obviously need to find Gia first. Do you need help?”

“Wait,” Rue stared at her, “For real?”

“Yeah,” Y/n crossed her arms across her chest, “Why would I be fucking with you?”

“Well, I mean–” Rue stammered, unsure of how to respond.

“I never stopped being your friend, Rue.”

Literally nothing has made me feel shittier than Y/n did in that moment, but she wasn’t entirely wrong. I did some bad things, a lot of bad things, actually, and as angry and hurt as she was, Y/n had never retaliated or done anything to me since. Maybe there still was a chance.

“Okay, yeah.” Rue nodded, allowing Y/n to fall into step beside her as she started across the carnival grounds. “Uh, Jules is looking by the rides, so I guess that we can look by the food trucks.”

The two girls meandered through the crowd, mumbling apologies to one another as they occasionally bumped shoulders. Rue stiffened at the closeness between herself and the girl who’d once been her best friend and closest confidant, but had spoken to more in the last twenty minutes than she had in weeks.

“Hey,” Y/n grasped her arm gently, tugging her back and pointing with her free hand to the two cars parked side by side just outside of the fence, the dark figures of several people visible, “You think she could be there?”

Rue scanned the group, but didn’t immediately recognize any of them, but caught sight of a familiar girl trying to sneak past, “Emma, yo.”

Emma, the petite blonde girl froze. Her face was quite flushed, and her eyes were glossy and rimmed with red, clearly under the influence of something, “Yo Rue, what up?”

“Have you seen Gia?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, nodding in no particular direction, “Like, over there.”

“And where’s that?” Y/n pressed.

“You know, like, the gravitron.”

“Is she in the gravitron?” Rue asked, growing impatient and increasingly worried with her sister’s friend as she continued to avoid giving a straight answer.

“No, she’s just like, by it.” Emma mumbled, “I… I really have to pee.”

Y/n craned her neck to watch the girl rush away, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. Her phone vibrated in her palm, and though it had been the first time that she had felt it, there were various texts from Piper.

“Shit.”

“You good?”

“Yeah,” Y/n sighed, “I just forgot, I was supposed to meet up with someone.”

Rue shrugged, “It’s good. You go, don’t give up your plans for me.”

“Okay, but uh,” Y/n glanced up at her, “We really do need to talk. For real this time. Without you avoiding me or me blowing up at you.”

“Yeah. I guess we do.”

Y/n’s phone buzzed again, “Okay, I gotta go. Uh, do you think you could meet me at the playground behind my house later?”

“Uh, I have to have Gia home by ten,” Rue glanced at the time, “So like ten-thirty?”

“Yeah, that works,” Y/n smiled at Rue for the first time in over two months, “I’ll text you.”

Being so near to Y/n after so long felt strange, but in a good way. Frankly, I haven’t felt that good since the fentanyl incident.

Y/n made it easier to stay clean, to genuinely want to stay clean. It was different than when I was with Jules. When I was around Jules, I was always fighting with myself; What do I want more, Jules or drugs? While Y/n was around, there was no choice to be made.

Even before my OD, the withdrawals were easier to manage when I was with her, and smaller doses were more influential. A part of me gave credit for my overdose to her. Well, more to her absence, and that stupid fucking text.

Y/n was a drug. The way she called me out on my shit, how her body curled into mine each time we had sleepovers, and God, the way she fucking smelled was like crack to me. It had occurred to me on several occasions that drugs were the only thing keeping me from killing myself, but with her, I didn’t even think about either. Y/n was the drug that made me not want to do drugs, as fucked up as that may be.

The soles of Rue’s sneakers squeaked loudly against the dewy grass as she shuffled across the park, eyes trained on the hooded figure sitting atop the monkey bars, legs swinging aimlessly through the air.

There were a variety of events that had Rue yearning for some sort of high over the past few days, but since Fezco had essentially cut her off, she did the best she could with what she had. For a while, Jules seemed like she may have been a stable anchor for Rue, as Y/n had once been, but it quickly became clear that Rue would never be Jules’s top priority, and often left her texts unanswered for hours (or in some cases, days) or spent more time talking about ShyGuy118 than anything else. In fact, that’s where she was as Rue arrived at the park, despite Rue explicitly asking her not to.

She finally stopped, feet quickly sinking into the sand beneath the monkey bars as she stared up at the figure.

“Yo, Rue-Rue.”

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THE CUPHEAD SHOW HEADCANONS ☕

♢Cuphead Headcanons♢

Cuphead listens to comedian making jokes on the radio and read joke books at times but he keeps it a secret because he doesn't want people to think he's a nerd for reading, hence why he told the cannibal joke in "Roll The Dice" and the apple joke in "Sweater Luck Next Time" he also did repeatedly told The Devil more jokes off screen in that episode

Cuphead also dreamt of being a comedian and tell Mugman jokes all the time. He just loves making people laugh

That's also a way of him making friends, like in the episode "Sweater Luck Next Time", he was able to get along with the Devil just by making jokes. And Cuphead can easily find someone's sense of humour, like how he figured out instantly that the Devil laughs at unexpected punchlines.

Mugman can be too much for Cuphead too. You'd think Cuphead would be the one always tiring Mugman out, and you're right. But when Mugman is too much, he is TOO much until Cuphead has a breakdown. Like in "Dangerous Mugman" where he made Cuphead, the adventurous and courageous one, had a breakdown. He was literally screaming out that he was going to die. And even the episode "Carn-evil" where Mugman pulled Cuphead for "A Double Down". He sounded so scared when he said "WE ARE CORNERED!?". Tho this is a super rare situation so it's probably just a once in a lifetime thing. Mugman is always just a nervous wreck.

Mugman's the reason he doesn't curse.

I found out some people didn't know this so I'm gonna put this here, idk if it's canon but the reason why Mugman seems taller than Cuphead is because he's a MUG and Cuphead is a TEA CUP and in irl, mugs are usually taller than tea cups

Cuphead possibly has ADHD. The fact he doesn't pay attention to small details like in "Carn-evil" and "Sweater Off Dead". Also how he gets distracted easily in "Carn-evil" where he found the carnival and randomly started playing soul-ball. And how in "Ribby and Croaks" where he immediately gets distracted when he smelled icecream and when ribby and croaks were chasing cuphead and mugman, and cuphead got distracted by ice cream again that Mugman had to call him multiple time that they were getting chased. And in "Sweater Luck Next Time" where he got distracted by the ride while the devil were getting zapped. Als the fact he misplaced the invisible sweater and forgot where he left it (I know it could happen to anyone but it could be one of his adhd symptoms) also how he forgot what glue is. Also he's really hyper and active! That should be obvious

♤Mugman Headcanons♤

Mugman always leaves phone calls to Cuphead. He NEVER picks up phone calls or even call anyone! That's why in the episode "Baby Bottle" and "The Root Pack", only Cuphead called for the police because Mugman's social anxiety said no.

When Cuphead first started having nightmares, Mugman was super shocked and always wakes up flinching by his brother's screams, but when it kept happening almost every night, Mugman started to get used to it that he didn't even flinch when Cuphead screams and at some point he even stayed up all night because he knows cuphead is going to have nightmares again and he didn't want to miss his brother's screams and leave his brother to deal with his nightmares alone.

After Cuphead lost the sweater, Mugman stays up all night not only to make sure he's there for Cuphead when he have nightmares, but also to protect him from the devil 24/7. Safes to say Mugman's sleep schedule is going to be shit.

Mugman pays attention to small details when it gets to his brother's dangers. But when it gets to himself, he can be super gullible. When he knows his brother is near danger, his awareness level spikes up into space. Just like how we can see in the episode "Sweater Off Dead" where he noticed the Carny acting suspicious, and when the he noticed the hotdog had writing on it and ofc lastly noticed that the game Quatratos had horns. Also he was even able to notice the word "evil" in "Carn-evil" which I'm sure most people that went to that carnival did not notice. But in "Dangerous Mugman" he didn't notice at all that he had lost the goggle and when he forced the Devil to wear the sweater, he didn't notice that he could've put himself in danger from saving Cuphead. Tho fear can change all of this like how in "Roll The Dice", when Mugman was paralysed by stage fright, he didn't notice that Cuphead was walking into a trap. If Mugman wasn't paralysed, he wouldve noticed King Dice acting strange right away.

Heres a little angsty one for ya: Mugman has always been in Cuphead's shadows that he doesn't feel right whenever he's in the spotlight. He doesn't feel like he "belongs" in that role that he starts to panic and has a big urge to hide, therefore, social anxiety, stage fright etc

Mugman is actually super talkative when he's with someone he's comfortable with, like in the episode "Dangerous Mugman" he was able to ramble about his shoe to porkrind that means they probably visits porkrind a LOT. Anyway that's just Mugman being an introvert ass /pos

Mugman tends to do stupid things when he's really angry. Like in the episode "Ribby and Croaks" where he made up an unbelievable excuse of "sleep-eating the ice cream", and in "Baby Bottle" when he almost hurt a toddler after it broke his Teddy Bear, also in "The Root Pack" when he went on stage, yelling everyone to listen, forgetting about his stage fright, not to mention when he zapped the devil in "Sweater Luck Next Time" with the sweater.

Not only does anger make him does stupid stuff, but bravery does too. As you can see in "Dangerous Mugman" and in "Ghost Ain't Real" where he was feeling brave and ignored the fact that they were going to go in a cemetery late at night. Mugman always regret it in the end (well almost for "Dangerous Mugman" until he realised that "his goggles were inside him the whole time") So safes to say, Mugman should stay the coward he is at times /pos

Mugman is the one to say "Thank you" and "Sorry". Like when he thanked Porkrind for the arcade machine in "Dangerous Mugman" and he thanked Elder Kettle for the breakfast in "Dirt Nap". He was also the one to say sorry when him and Cuphead was being too loud while people were watching a movie theatre in "Charm's Way" while Cuphead never said anything.

The only reason why people haven't mistaken Mugman as the older brother, despite him being taller, having a deeper voice and being the responsible one is because of his shyness and how he usually follows his brother flow instead of interacting first.

Mugman sometimes tries to copy his brother's coolness like in the episode "Carn-evil" where he tried to catch the pancakes like Cuphead did in the beginning of the episode