#is VERY brainrotting me and so adorable to me especially with him laughing at the end

[synthshenanigans]

Combinding my interests like a nerd and made a HMS Over the Garden Wall au! I have the last like, 4 episodes planned out and im very tempted to written them out for a fic! It might take a bit but i can hopefully do it

(I am very tired so please ignore the sloppyness of it all)

More info on the idea below :}

They'd be fully human unlike there actual designs and be siblings or at least very close friends as well. So theyd use the more human names throughout the story

Heart/Juno- Mix of Wirt and Greg. Mainly has the optimism and goofiness like Greg but also the caution and fear like Wirt

Mind/Ciro- Also a mix of Wirt and Greg. Mainly is the seriousness and realistic outlook of Wirt but doesn't care much of the threats in the woods like Greg

Soul/Atlus- Mix of Wirt and Beatrice. Doesnt really care for any of the other people in the Unknown, but while also wanting to enjoy the adventure along the way.

Darrell is Greg's frog of course.

(also can totally sing like him as well)

(also think itd be REALLY fuckin funny if the singing voice he has is the Announcers voice)

Some things would stay the same like Potterfield, but im also thinkin about the Manor episode being about Jekyll and Hyde. But instead of the whole ghost not ghost romance thing, they think the manor has 2 owners when it turns out to be one person the whole time. I want to put in more things from CJs other stuff but cant think of anything atm. Maybe the Announcer is involved with the Tavern episode idk. Also debating whether to even include beatrice in it since the idea i have doesnt quite have her fit into it.

Either way you can tell i dont at the moment have much of an idea for episodes 2-6. However the ideas i have for 7-10 are more layed out and are quite different compared to the original that im v existed to write for. but im very very tired atm so i can start on that (and maybe post a summary/synopsis) later.

[eternalgyu]

me if you even care?!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: fluff, crack

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing: ot7 riize x reader

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ warnings: kissing

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ notes: riize brainrot for life

OSAKI SHOTARO

shotaro would find your bow agenda soo cute

especially when you put bows on every single thing you have in the house

like your hairbrush, your hair pins all your plushies had bows on them

he was scrolling on his phone one day when you tap his shoulder

“can i put bows on you :D”

would be confused you but would agree regardless because he is whipped

SUCH A PRETTY BABY

his curly hair would have 2 bows on each side and obv around his wrists as bracelets

WOULD DO THE CUTEST POSES WHEN TAKING PICTURES WITH YOU LATER

he'd be shy at first tho like covering his face

you would put ur lips on his cheek for another pose and after he would be like "okay kiss me properly now"

JDHSISIIAIA

giggling rn where's my taro

WOULD TAKE ONE OF THE BOWS AND PUT IT ON HIS BEANIE.

AND KEEP IT THERE

:(((

SONG EUNSEOK

he would find it odd but wouldnt rly say anything

mostly just because he doesn't see the hype

he might bully u sometimes but would still call u cute

until you come up to him w a roll of ribbon in ur hands.

at first he's super against it

and when you start begging him he gives in

reluctantly

"only because you look like a loser righr now and i pity you"

sigh.

what you don't know is that he's doing it because he's very whipped

gets super red when you get close to him to put on the bows

pulling you close to him when you take photos and videos afterwards

from then on he starts buying bow stuff for you!!

we've coquettifed him guys 🫡

JUNG SUNGCHAN

sungchan would pick up and comment on your new bow obsession pretty fast

would lowkey be fueling it by playing w ur hair when you had bows and kissing your forehead more

and would be confused but would let you when you offered to give him a makeover

PLS he'd be giggling the whole time tbh saying the ribbon was tickling him

"it tickles tho… WAIT BABE STOP"

AFTER the laughing fit

literally cutest poses when you guys are taking photos

bats his eyelashes HES JUST SO CUTE

hes so adorable I could take a bite out of him

what.

defo does this trend w u

fully coquettifed guys

AND

you start putting bows on his weights aswell <3

PARK WONBIN

i feel like wonbin would be well aware of the trend

definitely on the pretty ppl side of tt

and would just laugh when he sees bows everywhere

and when you ask him if you could put bows on him when he comes back from work

he would agree obv

bow on his neck as a choker <3

but SOMEHOW this man doesn't stop smouldering the whole time

serving face 24/7

and when you furrow your eyebrows in concentration he would let it slip for a moment

and smile at uuuuu

after you're done you snap a picture and send it to the gc w the rest of the boys

"hyung u look like a baby lamb" - anton

HIS FACE WOULD DROP

and you take your opportunity

and snap as many pictures as u can

blackmail photos <3

but in general he's the prettiest bby and he looks even prettier w bows <3

HONG SEUNGHAN

he finds your small obsession so so adorable

like he smiles so endearingly when he discovers yet another mug w a small ribbon tied to the handle

and when you ask him the big question he ofc agrees.

now this man can't have you this close to him without kissing you

like your trying to tie a ribbon and somehow his hand is behind your ear and he's pulling you down for a kiss

so after failing the second hair bow

you tie his hands together and finish the carefully tied knot with a bow

same thing for his legs.

you then proceed to take photos w him

"my hosta- boyfriend if u even care 😍"

where he poses adorably in the back

the video blows up and u become tiktok famous 🧍🏼‍♀️

u take more photos

wants atleast one picture where ur both kissing 🙄

cutie patootie.

LEE SOHEE

he thinks every single thing you do is so cute

ONE OF THE PICS OF U W BOWS IS HIS PFP

hes actually is the one fueling the bow obsession you have

"it looks a bit boring. should we put a bow on it?"

SO ADORABLE ACTUALLY

"yn, i saw this trend where people put bows on their boyfriends"

BOWS EVERYWHERE

he'd have small pigtails everywhere fastened by pink pretty ribbons

he probably has pink kiss marks aswell because he said it would "fit the aesthetic"

you definitely have a moment

where u turn around to kiss his cheek

and he turns around and his lips meet urs...

just saying 🤷‍♀️

coquetted to the max pookies

LEE CHANYOUNG

I don't rly think anton wouldn't pick up on it at first??

like sure he's chronically online but i don't think he's seen this trend

like he's see the bows and think they're cute

but wouldnt notice too much

which is why he's so surprised

"bows?? like jojo siwa…?"

anton knows all the trends except this one

JSJSJS U WOULD MAKE EYECONTACT W HIM

AND HE WOULD STARE BACK

and smile

and you would have to start again.

bow on his biceps.

it's self explanatory

WOULD DO CUTE TT DANCES W U

and suddenly when he walks into the dance room he's has a small pink ribbon tied to his headphones

AND HE SAYS IT REMINDS HIM OF U :((

taglist: @slytherinshua

[doctorprofessorsong]

Destiel fic recs

Another round of brainrot. I hope they never fix what's wrong with me.

Beggars Would Ride by Tiamatv (Explicit, 118k)

You had me at Aladdin AU. When Dean Winchester is caught stealing, he's given one chance for freedom. Go into the Cave of Wonders, grab the amulet, and get out. Things don't go as planned. Now he's got a moody ancient genie to contend with. But maybe he can use up two of his wishes and then grant the genie his wish: to be free. What could go wrong?

This fic is an absolutely delight. I laughed so hard, especially at the fun ways Tiamatv played with the SPN canon and the Disney movies. But beyond the humor is some really fantastic world building and a beautiful story about finding your way when you feel trapped by life.

Genie Cas is very cute and grumpy and sassy, and it's fun to watch him start to care. And Dean has so much heart it will make you ache. Sam and Jess are disgustingly cute but both are also whip smart and fun. And Jo (Jess’ sister in this) is the knife girl of my dreams.

This one is hard to put down.

Tourbillon Dreams by kayliemalinza @kayliemalinza (Mature, 40k)

Dean uses Bobby's life insurance proceeds to buy a hoarders house stuffed to the brim with cursed and haunted objects. But when he finds a clock that also happens to be an angel, things take an unexpected turn.

It sounds cracky and there is some delightful humor, but this fic packs a beautiful emotional punch. Dean is in his peak caretaking, competency mode and Clockstiel is adorable and entranced with Dean in a way that is just immensely readable.

There is something starkly gorgeous about the way Dean and Cas are physically so different and yet they find each other in meaningful and beautiful ways.

Love Is a Meat Loaf Song by followyourenergy @followyourenergy (Explicit, 68k)

A reimagining of canon where Dean is never saved and becomes a demon. He's bored waiting for the apocalypse when he happens upon a certain blue eyed seraph and they decide to work together.

This fic has all the delightful sassiness you expect of Demon!Dean and especially when he spends time with his frenemy, Meg. It also has just absolutely amazing angel lore and a deep dive into Cas and his trauma. All of this is wrapped up in a soft love story about two beings finding each other and seeing each other and breaking down each other's walls.

It's the entire package of funny, sincere and romantic.

Where there is Darkness by quiettewandering @wanderingcas (Explicit, 91k)

I may have popped this on at some point when it was a WIP but I have to renew my recommendation if so. Dean and Sam are lighthouse keepers, but Dean keeps driving off the third member of their team until Cas shows up. But will they be able to overcome their past to carve out happiness?

This Dean and Cas are so delicious. I am deeply fond of them both. They are fighting against so much baggage and yet they find in each other something so special. Sammy is also perfectly oblivious in the best way. It's hard to explain what makes this fic special except that it is so engrossing, you will be slamming next chapter

Valley of God by ValleyDean @valleydean (Mature, 145k)

I know. I KNOW. The MCD tag is daunting in a fic like this but I promise that while it is accurate, then ending is softer than you think and it's really the way it should end.

So there are a few things about this fic that make it absolutely delicious. First, it really delves into Cas’ trauma in a really gorgeous way. We don’t have enough fics that look at his angel trauma (we can't for me tbh) and this one uses a religious cult situation to delve into it. Second, Dean and Cas in this fic are just so messy and delightful. Dean wants to believe that Cas is good so badly. Cas wants to protect Dean the same way. It's crunchy. Finally, the atmosphere is amazing. It's creepy. It gets under your skin.

Is it dark? Absolutely. But it's also amazing.

The Darkest Sunshine by StarlightOfFandoms @starlightoffandoms (Explicit, 35k)

If murder husbands is your thing, this one is a delight of a fic. Dean Winchester is the Righteous Man serial killer, a notorious murderer who goes after monsters (in human form). People who are guilty of abhorrent crimes. But when he goes after Cas, a professor believed to have murdered several students, he discovers an innocent man being framed. Together with Cas and his team, Dean decides to find the real killer. He just has to pretend to be Cas’ boyfriend until they succeed.

The fake dating trope in a murder husbands fic was a total delight. So was the fact that Dean doesn't work alone and has a full support system to go after the worst of the worst. It's an intriguing concept done really well. Dean in this fic is an interesting blend of sociopathic tendencies, a strong sense of justice, and a willingness to do anything for those he is loyal to. Cas is intrigued by Dean and accepts him as he is. It's a really great combination.

A Weed In Any Other Place by VioletHaze @scones-and-texting-and-murder (Explicit, 63k)

On the other end of the spectrum is this fluffy rom com. There is some angst, but most of it is soft, sweet falling in love along with supportive friends and family.

Cas is a writer. Well, Cas had a book published and now he's desperately trying to write his second while convincing himself the first was probably just a fluke. Writers block is a bitch. That is until his car breaks down and he ends up at a little shop called Winchester and Son. By some weird trick of fate, it's exactly what he needs. He has the most productive day in years sitting in their waiting room. So he comes back, and keeps coming back. The extremely cute mechanic with green eyes doesn't hurt.

Cas is a disaster at social situations in a relatable way. Dean is struggling to put away some bad lessons from his dad so that he can find what he wants instead of what his father pushed on him. Both have a lovely support system. Charlie, in particular, makes me deeply fond in this fic.

i like your shoelaces (thanks! i stole them from the president) by you-cant-spell-subtext-without (ayreisha) @you-cant-spell-subtext-without (Explicit, WIP, 33k so far)

My lovely Tumblr wife is back at it, writing the most delightfully chaotic fic based on Misha's prompt awhile back for President Cas and Fast Food Janitorial Staff Dean Winchester. It's a Cinderella story and in equal parts hilarious and adorable. Also it is a Dean-saster/Cas-tastrophe pairing which is always fun plus there's a 2 person love triangle situation.

Dean's stuck in a miserable job with his only escape being his love of How I Met Your Mother and the Tumblr blog he devotes to the fandom. But when a handsome man walks in one night after hours, things heat up. Too bad the man in question is actually the President.

It's a romp and a love letter to fandom.

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

ALSO CONSIDER ANOTHER BASED OFF A SONG:

kiss you by one direction.

ranboo is crushing, but reader is a teeny tiny bit oblivious. ranboo is always finding ways to hold onto reader, touching them, holding their arm/hand, touching their shoulder, fixing their hair for them, etc etc. one day, maybe after talking to wilbur or phil, ranboo finds the god damn courage to go out with them privately and say "please, just let me kiss you."

SORRY IM BRAINROTTING IN YOUR INBOX ILY /p

, kiss you ! ୨♡୧

ranboo x gn!reader (they/them pronouns for y/n)

warnings: the most adorable fluff you'll eva read ♡

a/n: ladies and gentlemen, joy is now supporting us with some amazing brainrot once again !!! srsly @heiijoy has the best requests /gen go read their works !! ♡

words: 965

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One thing that was obvious about Y/n was that they were incredibly oblivious and carefree. In times, that was very useful, especially as they were a streamer with a larger fanbase and community. In other times, it wasn’t as.. Helpful. Especially when their best friend of 3 years had a crush on them. And their best friend was indeed, Ranboo. 

Ranboo had always considered themselves a “hopeless romantic”, someone who believes in love no matter what relationships or situations they’ve been through personally. Ranboo always tried to be near y/n, doing at least something with him. He constantly tried to give small little hints to y/n that he had a crush on them, but most of the time, those hints would click inside other people’s brains, and not y/ns, leaving Ranboo to get teased by his friends. He would constantly leave very obvious gestures to y/n, but nothing seemed to work.

During Vidcon panels and restaurants, Ranboo would always sit right next to Y/n, purposely making sure that their hands, legs or arms were touching in some way. If Ranboo, Y/n and some other people were walking to go somewhere, Ranboo would also offer y/n his hand or arm to hold onto, and he would be a blushing and stuttering mess if Y/n accepted. Although, y/n’s oblvious self would assume Ranboo was acting that way because of the weather or some random thing. 

During a convention that Y/n and Ranboo were speaking at together, Ranboo and Y/n hung out backstage along with Wilbur, Tommy and Niki. Tommy and Niki were talking, and Wilbur was grabbing water to drink before the panel. Y/n was scrolling through Twitter, laughing at the tweets in the Twitchcon panel hashtag from the audience. 

“Hey, Y/n, come ‘ere for a second.” Ranboo spoke.

Y/n looked up from their phone and shut it off before shoving it in their pocket. They came a bit closer to Ranboo. “What’s up?” they said.

Ranboo’s cheeks had a bit of a red hue to them, wishing in his head that Y/n couldn’t notice. He reached his hands up into Y/n’s hair, tucking away a few strands behind their ear. Y/n sucked in their breath, and Ranboo swore he saw a bit of tint on Y/n’s ears. 

Ranboo pulled away his hand. “There.” he smiled.

Y/n smiled back at the tall boy in front of them. “T-thank you.”

Wilbur looked over at Ranboo and Y/n, moving his eyes back and forth between the two. He finally settled making eye contact with Ranboo and raised an eyebrow. Ranboo sighed and felt blush rise onto his cheeks once again. He looked back over at y/n quickly, and pulled out his phone.

After the panel, Wilbur and Phil texted Ranboo to come meet them in one of the creator lounges, and I quote reader, “In private.” Usually when Wilbur or Phil say something like that, it’s usually meant as “We need to talk/ask you about something” (it’s worse when it’s both of them say ‘in private’!) 

Ranboo sucked in his breath and headed over to the destination they were supposed to meet at. Ranboo finally got there after 10 minutes of walking, and saw Wilbur leaning against the wall talking to Phil as Phil drank his cup of coffee. 

Ranboo walked over to the two men and cleared his throat. “So, what did you want to ask me.. In private?” Ranboo said.

Wilbur looked over at Phil. “When were you going to tell us that you and Y/n are dating?”

Ranboo’s eyes widened. “U-uh, we’re not dating.” Phil raised an eyebrow.

“I promise you, we’re not together!” Ranboo responded, raising his arms up in defense. 

Phil spoke up. “If you’re always acting like that towards Y/n, and you two aren’t dating, then I assume you have a crush on them, correct?”

Ranboo’s mouth tightened. “You can tell us, you know. We’re basically your family.” Wilbur added, smiling.

Ranboo looked at both of them and sighed. “Yeah, I think I do like them..”  The smile of the two men’s faces could not be wiped off throughout any of that day when Ranboo and Y/n were anywhere near each other.

Reader, ever since that day, when Ranboo was basically forced to tell Phil and Will about his admiration for y/n, let's just say his head was even more filled with thoughts of y/n. Now, before the conversation with Wilbur and Phil, he already was swarmed with thoughts already. But now, it was even more than usual, to the point where he would tell himself to stop and clear his mind a bit before continuing to whatever he was doing. He knew it was a sign to tell y/n, and he finally brought himself to do it.

Ranboo and y/n were walking alone on the Brighton shore, watching the waves crash along the sand and their feet. The sun was slowly setting into a beautiful shade of baby pink and tangerine with the daisy yellow sun painting the horizon.

Ranboo and y/n both stopped in their tracks and sat down on the rocky floors of the shore and admired the beautiful sunset in front of them. Ranboo sighed and looked over at y/n.

"I love you, y/n." Ranboo spit out quickly, almost tripping over their own words. Blush rose to Ranboo's cheeks at what words he spoke, as he meant to say them a little later on in the evening but couldn't hold his tounge back.

Y/n looked over in surprise.

"Shit, I-I. I do love you y/n. Gosh, I just wanna take you anywhere you like, and show you off to everyone, and j-just-." the boy stuttered.

"Want to what?" Y/n said, smiling.

"Please, just let me kiss you."

"Kiss me, then." y/n spoke back.

And they did, reader. They did.

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oh my garsh this is too cute for me to handle !!!!! 😭 /pos

thank you so much @heiijoy, my very lovely moot, for sending this ask in! its a bit late, so sorry abt that!

my requests are still CLOSED, im just currently clearing up my drafts/inbox and writing whatever i feel like if i have the motivation to do so :]

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love you all mwah xoxoxoxo

[bunnakit]

can i have your top 5 feral boys AND old mans you meet this year?

lkjlakjglk YOU KNOW ME SO WELL - so i just started watching BL in june??? so pretty much everything is new to me, sorry if some of these are old news to ya'll. idk if you meant for me to pick 5 of each but that's absolutely what i'm gonna do.

"OLD MEN" BRACKET 🌸 (most are my age or younger)

hoooooly shit papang in general. houghghhh i want to lick the blood off his teeth. i want to raise anarchist young adults together. i want to-- well. let's not bring beam into this, maybe. regardless, old man of all time.

what right does this old man have??? hello??? you just go around LOOKING LIKE THAT? all the time? i want to run a humble restaurant together. i'd be his ride or die.

i had to go make a gif special for him bc no one loves akk the way i do apparently. i wanna fuck that old man - and yeah, you can add that one to the counter. obsessed with him, i wanna see him get a romance of his own, i want to know everything about him. (and this is saying something bc i hate cops, but The Sign boys get a pass - for now.)

i know chan has pretty privilege ok? i KNOW. i do not care. i love him, i want to know everything about him, i've started several fics about him, he was my first absolute brainrot in BL.

i understand what chen yi was about and once again i am asking sooo so nicely for a prequel about his and ming lei's past and relationship. i would love if it was a parallel to chen yi and ai di.

FERAL BOYS BRACKET 🌸

this comes as a shock to absolutely no one. ai di is my specialist boy. i adore him so much, i want to hang out with him so bad. i wanna be best friends. i can't wait for my rainbow sweater to get here.

jack and his boobs are everything. he really stole the show for me (as all side romances tend to.) this is another show i could use a spin off or sequel of just them, give me everything, i love them - jack especially. give me jack's whole past, his pov up to meeting chao lian.

pisaeng counts, don't @ me. he was so feral in his own way for kali. absolutely unhinged behavior. wingmanning your own crush? winking and finger gunning at him on day one? PINING FOR HIM FOR YEARS? pisaeng something is deeply wrong with you and i love you for it.

tan is the epitome of "you're delicious as a concept, but as a real person i worry for you" - ESPECIALLY after reading the novel. i'm still laughing that according to personalities database we are the same personality. his flavor of feral is just soooo so sexy.

babygirl there is something so very wrong with you. this bad boy can fit so much repressed trauma in it. i think he should be allowed to bite people for fun. every fanfic i read exploring black's mental state makes me love him more and more. (also he's so difficult to write, i respect fanfic authors that explore black's pov so much)

ask me my top 5 anything BL!

[songmingisthighs]

[10.34] dad!yunho × baby!jinsik × mom!reader

⇀ how can they be so alike ?

⇁ SO @flowerboykun AND I MADE THIS WHOLE XIKERS AS ATEEZ'S BABY THING AND- BRAINROT !!! I NEED TO GET THIS MADNESS OUT !!!! get ready for more of this in the future though

⇁ disclaimer : the author is not forcing any ideas or form of relationship between irl characters. this fic is specifically for entertainment purposes

You have heard stories about how Yunho was the spitting image of his father. Especially in terms of his personality and humor.

So when Jinsik came into the world, you were not surprised that he immediately became Yunho's best friend, a title Mingi let the kid have because he has "genetic privileges". But how can he not? The boy was the spitting image of his dad; his smile, the mischievous glint in his eyes, and the way he acted, they were definitely twins in the past life or something. The connection they just seem to have was amazing, inexplicable even. Sometimes you envy it because they were just like two peas in a pod.

However, this would more often than not mean that they would both act ridiculously in public and when this happens, your envy decrease significantly. You understood them acting goofily when Jinsik was merely 2 or 3 years old, the boy can be a great source of entertainment just from how he laughed; Yunho is awesome with making the kid laugh. Heck, you loved seeing them being so damn adorable together, just having fun while bonding. Just... Not when they were acting like the entire world was their playground. Especially now that Jinsik is 5 years old because he was getting braver and more forward with his jokes and pranks. It's cute, don't misunderstand, but how were you supposed to proudly claim that Jinsik is your son and Yunho is your husband when they walk around public spaces with a plastic container on their heads and called themselves astronauts and proudly claim the frozen food aisle a "new planet filled with breaded subjects waiting to be fried"?

"Honey, look at this!" Yunho laughed, calling out for you from the other side of the rack.

Your little family were out shopping for Minjae's birthday and knowing Hongjoong, you'd have to be very careful when picking his son's clothes. The last time someone made a mistake (Wooyoung with a duckie costume), someone (Wooyoung) got smacked with something (raw bacon).

From the way Yunho laughed, you JUST know that Jinsik did something and you know you HAD to look and react appropriately to boost your son's confidence and not make him resent you in the future. "Good God, give me strength," you muttered to yourself with a groan before plastering a neutral face and going to the other side of the rack. "What is it?" you asked your husband who had his phone out and a cackle on his face. Looking at you with much happiness, he nudged in the direction of his- your son with his head enthusiastically, "Look at what Jinsik is doing!" he giggled.

When you looked at your son, your eyes almost bulged out when you saw he had his head through a stair railing, a big grin on his face as he waved enthusiastically at you. "Mommy, look!" he giggled, moving up and down the railing without a single care. "Wha- Jinsik, get out of there!" you exclaimed, rushing to save your son from being permanently stuck in the railing but Yunho grabbed your arm before you could even move close to your son. In your eyes, Jinsik was screaming for help and was panicking because of the fact you have mother's anxiety (and Yunho has father's nonchalance) despite the boy looking like he was on a Disneyland ride. "What are you doing?" Yunho asked, blinking curiously at you which made you scoff because it was as if the answer was not staring at him back in the eyes with his neck between the wall and the stair railing. "What do you mean what I'm doing? I'm saving our- MY son from having his head stuck there and having to live as the department store stair railing boy," the words came out of you in the speed of light as you wanted nothing more than to get your son out and back safely in your arms. Oh, how much you wish you were a kangaroo to keep your little hopper of a son safe on your person always. Especially knowing what his dad and his uncles are like. "Look at him, he's having the time of is life!" as if to make a point, Yunho snapped his head to Jinsik who was moving around happily on his own, "Buddy, show mommy your microwave bit!" he commanded. Jinsik beamed and nodded enthusiastically, "Mommy, look! I'm last night's pizza!"

Your eyes almost bulged out when Jinsik began turning around in his spot as he imitated the sound of a microwave whirring. Though it seemed like an innocent move and a careful one at that, in your eyes, it seemed like Jinsik was about to twist his neck and have his head pop off. "My God- Jinsik!" this time, Yunho couldn't even stop you as you rush to your baby and immediately tried to get him out of the railing. Despite Yunho's laughter and Jinsik's complaints, you decided to just not listen to the father and son duo in order to save yourself some sanity from being overly worried.

Yunho's laughter slowed down however when he noticed that you were taking some time to get the boy out. "Honey?" he called out, taking small steps towards you and Jinsik, "Is something wrong?" It was then that you turned to look at him with your face pale and Jinsik with his jaw slack, "Yunnie, I think Jinsik's stuck."

All hell broke loose with Jinsik crying and you trying to calm him down and Yunho not knowing how to prioritize between putting down his phone, getting help, stopping recording, getting people to come to help them, and dropping the bags he was holding. There were approximately 3 store employees and 2 security guards working together to free your son from his (self) imprisonment as a small crowd gathered nearby. Even though the employees were working together as quickly as they can, the poor boy just kept crying, snot and tears mixing together down his cheeks. "M-m-mommy I'm s-sorry for no-ot listening to you," he hiccupped as he grips on your shirt tightly with his trembling hands, "Mommy, get me out, please," he whimpered sadly with bottom lip trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. "It's okay buddy, these people are helping you!" Yunho crouched down in front of him, pointing at the workers who were trying to unscrew the railing to let Jinsik out. Though his dad was trying to help, Jinsik couldn't help but pout at him, "You should be here with me," he sniffled, annoyed that though it was both of their ideas to have Jinsik put his head through the railing, he was the only one suffering.

It didn't take long for the workers to get the railing off and once he was free, Jinsik leapt into your arms and buried his face on your shoulders. Jinsik is always affectionate, but it still felt nice whenever he showed affection JUST for you.

Both you and Yunho thanked the workers before hauling ass (from embarrassment). Jinsik clung onto you the whole way out of the store and refused to get down. He was still calming himself down by doing this little habit that he has been doing since he was a baby which is stroking your nape gently.

"Honey, you want me to carry him?" Yunho offered as he reached forward to take Jinsik out of your hands but before he could even touch the boy, Jinsik had slapped his hands away and stuck his tongue out. "I wanna be with mommy," Jinsik said in a mocking tone before wrapping his arms tightly around your neck and hiding his face on your shoulder. His statement made Yunho huff jokingly and pretended to walk faster in front of you two, "Well then, I'll just go have ice cream by myself!" it was obvious that Yunho was trying to bait Jinsik with a treat but unfortunately, Jinsik only waved him off, "'Kay daddy, have fun! Mommy and I will get cupcakes!"

Jinsik might be a carbon copy of his dad, but you were glad that when it comes to his favourite parent, you might be it.

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─── summary: the anya / nikolai brainrot is real and i want to start writing for their modern au so until i do, here are some fun headcanons bc i literally cannot stop thinking about them.

─── pairing: nikolai lantsov & anya kamenev (original character.)

anya lets her guard down when she's drunk and early on in their situationship it's the only time nikolai gets to take care of her.

like she calls him to come and get her from a frat party genya took her to and she's so cuddly he's honestly concerned she's been drugged and/or cloned

like 'who are you and what have you done with the girl who bullies me like her life depends on it???'

he's so soft for it when he realises she's just drunk and he tucks her up in her bed with painkillers and a trash can within reach and he sits on the couch until dawn to make sure she's okay and then slips out before she wakes up.

everyone: 'for someone who hates nikolai you sure are obsessed with him'. anya: 'no i'm not???' everyone: 'sure you aren't babe'.

they are the definition of 'fell first, fell harder' !!!

nikolai was out here pining for anya for years, and she just wakes up one day and gets slammed like a fucking freight train with the realisation. oh fuck. i'm in love with nikolai. somehow. how the fuck did that happen. WHY the fuck did that happen. my life is over.

this is right after nikolai is injured at winter fête during an assassination attempt against his father and her whole world just screeches to a halt.

genya and david are just in the corner and david's handing genya a wad of cash and they're laughing while anya has her little meltdown it's adorable.

entering into a friends-with-benefits situation when anya is engaged to vasily (it's an uno-reverse plot of their original story where nikolai is engaged to alina bc PARALLELS and also i can't let them be happy in any universe without first making them suffer) is a Bad Idea but these two are nothing if not self-destructive.

anya may be in love with him but she doesn't have the emotional capacity to Deal with that yet so she's just gonna fuck him.

being friends-with-benefits is all well and good until nikolai gets so fucking jealous of anyone who even looks at anya. she finds this hilarious (until someone's looking at nikolai and then she's throwing hands.)

anya is very insecure about her disability, especially because of her status and expectations, and nikolai makes it his duty to show her how much he adores every inch of her, every day.

anya is engaged to vasily and she and nikolai fully get caught by zoya sneaking out of the engagement party to go makeout in the bathroom. these two are gonna give her premature grey hairs honestly-

anya admits to nikolai that she misses being able to dance. nikolai helps her dance around her apartment by supporting her weight and they're giggling and suddenly they're slow dancing and it's so fuckin adorable.

it's hard to believe anya was so mean to him for literal years.

nsfw beneath the cut!

anya learning she's actually a sub is so fucking funny

like she is so submissive during sex but absolutely not at first. she has a dire need for control in her life and definitely runs their sex life/tops for the first few months.

it's really significant the first time she realises she trusts nikolai and surrenders that control to him, because what she really wants is someone to take care of her, someone to trust completely.

she's so bossy at first and then sex becomes this thing where she just melts and nikolai literally thinks he'll die the first time she allows him that control because it's like seeing anya for the first time, and he's so in love with her already even if it's just sex but in that moment he swears he fell in love with her again. knowing he had her trust like that was,,, everything.

teasing eachother like it's an olympic sport?? more likely than you think.

like she used to hate him (lol not really) and now it's her personal fucking mission to rile him up at any given opportunity. public events?? in the library?? at her own fucking engagement party?? you got it.

nikolai fucking anya in her wedding dress??? yes.

because she is a masochist and doesn't know when to stop hurting herself (or nikolai honestly) she's like 'hey it arrived from it's final fitting, can i show it to you?' and he wants to say no so badly.

she's marrying his asshole brother, there is no world where he wants to see this dress, see her in it, picture her wearing it for someone other than him.

but her eyes are so wide, so vulnerable, and he realises she needs this. needs him to be the first person to see her wearing it. needs him to understand.

so she comes out, and he's honestly,,, floored. and angry. and so, so turned on. his eyes grow dark and hungry and before they know it he's hiking the dress up to her waist and fucking her against the doorframe.

and it's so possessive and full of remember you're my good girl, not his and when you're saying your vows, you gonna think of this? think of me fucking you in this dress? you're so beautiful, my darling, he doesn't deserve you. look at me. you're gonna walk down the aisle and all i'll be able to picture is your face as you come for me.

it's so hot and the room smells like sex and nikolai takes a picture of her in the dress afterwards, draped on the bed, face flushed and eyes shining and happy. and he'll pretend it's their wedding night.

[charbon-et-eau]

Hoenn boys brainrot is still going strong. I should have some new art to share next week. In the meantime, I was rambling about some headcanons on aethy and figured I'd share them here too.

If you're interested in my top/bottom and sexuality headcanons for Steven/Wallace/Brendan, they're below the cut. <3

When the Hoenn boys brainrot started, I quickly decided that Steven was 100% a top, whether he's with Brendan or Wallace. Seemed like the obvious conclusion to me. So it was very surprising when I started looking at fanart on pixiv and bottom Steven seemed to be much more common with all of his ships except Brendan.

I was wondering why this is. I've noticed that a lot of people like to make Steven their silly autistic babygirl and I guess that makes him a bottom by default? Idk. I think he's silly and autistic too, but I don't think that automatically translates to bottom. But another thing I've noticed is that many people make their fav character in a ship the bottom. One of the daimiku shippers on pixiv clearly adores Wallace and draws him a bit more than Steven, and they LOVE drawing Wallace getting absolutely destroyed. On the other hand, bottom Steven fans tend to focus on Steven more. I guess people prefer to see their favs getting wrecked instead of the other way around. Makes sense.

And I'm sure there are plenty of other reasons why a lot of people prefer bottom Steven. Everyone interprets and plays with characters differently. These are just some of the more common trends I've noticed.

As for my headcanons, Steven is a rich CEO's son who was most likely taught how to be in charge and probably didn't hear the word "no" very often, so being in control comes naturally to him. He canonically likes to play with people and see their reactions, and he can also be a bit arrogant (thinks he's "the best there is" and has a habit of taking on important tasks himself instead of asking for help). When he finds someone or something he likes, he can be VERY intense about it. All of these things translate well to being a top imo.

As for Wallace, he's a switch, but he prefers being a loud, dramatic, slutty bottom. This man is an overachiever - being hot, doing contests, being a gym leader and helping Steven keep his privilege in check. In the bedroom, he just wants to turn his brain off and let someone else be in control. However, he'll happily top Brendan when he's in the mood and Steven's busy.

Brendan is a bottom for now simply because he lacks experience. Wallace will teach him how to top eventually though. And then Brendan can be a switch.

Now for the sexuality headcanons.

Steven is one of the few male characters that I hc as 100% gay (I make most characters bi disasters like me). He has zero interest in women.

Before his dad realized that he was gay, he would set Steven up with random women that he met through work, telling Steven to take them home and show them his rock collection, *wink wink*. So Steven would invite them over, show them his rock collection, and then say good night and politely ask them to leave once it got late. Wallace almost died laughing when Steven told him about this. Everything eventually made sense when Steven invited Wallace over for the same reason, but they didn't actually look at the rocks until the next morning... after a very passionate night of sex.

Wallace is bi with a heavy preference for men, like 90% men, 10% women. He has a deep appreciation for the beauty and elegance of women, thinks they're all queens, and would happily have sex with one. But after a wild night at the club, he's probably taking a guy home.

Brendan is also bi with a slight preference for men, like 60-40. Due to his daddy issues and mommy kink, he tends to be more attracted to people who are older than him. He's slightly more aware of his attraction to men, especially after meeting Steven, until he starts spending time with Glacia. Brendan is a hot mess around Wallace since he is the most intoxicatingly gorgeous combination of masculine and feminine energy. It doesn't help that Wallace will mercilessly flirt with Brendan any chance he gets.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hey Wifi ! 🫧 anon here ! I hope you’re doing well.

I was wondering if you got my little brainrot about FL with a blind reader ? I sent it a few days ago, but I have a feeling this app doesn’t like me and sent it to oblivion, again, just like with the very first ask I sent, the one where I was rambling about Foul Legacy and the reader visiting Liyue at night and him making our worries go away with cuddles and chirps under the stars.

Anyway, love your little headcanons, especially the last one with puppet!reader. The idea of a very fragile, porcelain being being cared for and loved by a tough, armored yet oh so soft Abyss Creature is so endearing to me, this is just an open door to Fluffland and Wholesome City !

See you soon ! 🫧

hi hi my dear! not to worry, i got it safe and sound!! it's adorable and i love it and i'm thinking of the best way to respond to it, i promise <33

hehe thank you, i'm currently very attached to puppet reader so forgive me for rambling a bit here- you're a bit more fragile than the Raiden Shogun puppet and Scaramouche because your body was a prototype, so while they're more human-like, the texture of your skin really does resemble porcelain or delicate pottery, which makes Foul Legacy extremely protective of you. he always slows his walking pace so you can keep up without running, even carrying you when he wants to move faster, and when you're sleeping he's careful to curl himself around you, resting your head in the lilac fluff around his shoulders. he frets over the small, spiderweb cracks that appear on your body, only calmed by your pets and gentle reassurance

sometimes he worries that he isn't a good match for you, the sharp structure of his armor often brushing against your delicate skin, and yet while he worries about accidentally hurting you, you seemingly delight in gently tapping your fist against his shoulder, laughing at the echoing sound it makes. you don't fear injuries or pain, merely experiencing them with immense curiosity, the same way you see the rest of the world. so when Foul Legacy shies away from your touch, you embrace him with open arms, and eventually, he hugs you back with a soothing, rumbling purr of contentment

[wordsbymae]

hiiiii i’m new here but i love your writing and your characters!! especially, and predictably, alwyn, BOY do i read all his stuff over and over just foaming at the mouth 💖💖💖 thinking about him has my brain firing on all synapses and ik you’ve already kind of covered this but it still got me thinking about reader eventually leaning into the dirty nicknames and treatment because she knows it’s his way of showing love, and she’s just so desperate for validation she’ll do whatever it takes for the positive attention, plus being surrounded by rowdy outlaws for so long would slowly wear down her noble reservations, not to the point where she’s any more comforted by being rammed into out in the open, but when it’s just her and alwyn she lets loose a little bit, crying out for him and agreeing whenever he calls her his little whore, as long as shes his, and he’s just ecstatic that she’s so into it, grinning and silly and love-drunk the whole session, the happiest he’d ever been and thinking she was too, at least until he catches reader by herself, with tears plopping onto the pages of a pure-hearted romantic scene in her book, or sadly singing and dancing the way she imagined she would on her wedding day, mourning what could have been, and it just wrecks him to see her silently suffering, to the point where he goes out of his way to listen in on things cheesy things couples say before stripping them clean of all their valuables, even skimming through and stealing a couple lines from the books he stole for her (if he can even read idk if not dw lol), doing his damndest to restrain himself and be a bit softer with her and switch from his go-to “compliments” to the flowery language that’s so foreign on his tongue but is instantly overshadowed by the heightened warmth and whimpers from you, all in all putting in that extra effort so he can love you the way that would make you happiest, and reader’s heart just SOARS and she falls for him all the more and alwyn adores the positive feedback which encourages him to do it more and they just go back and forth and oh my GOD i’m obsessed sorry here take my brainrot—

Hi!!!! Welcome!! It's so nice to talk to you!

I wanna say thank you so much for all of this ^^^^^^^^^^ It made me so happy and I'm so grateful!!!!!!!

Anyway moving on!!!

Oh boy! I never thought Alwyn would become my most popular oc, especially since I thought what I wrote was not very relatable, so it makes me so happy to see everyone loving him! Fun fact I stole his name from a character out of a book I was reading at the time. I kinda had a crush on the character soooooo..........

You are spot on!!!! The reader is so so desperate to be loved and seen as attractive she is willing to throw all her self-respect out the window. It would take some time to feel somewhat comfortable with him calling her vulgar words. I still think she would hate being called a heifer and a whore, but I think she allows some others. He loves calling her sweet cheeks, his pretty little slut and yeah while she absolutely hates being called his little whore she sees how much he loves it and in an attempt to not rock the boat she lets him. But not in public!!!! She has and will slap him if he calls her that in public. And pretty little heifer is a massive no-no, even though he fucking loves calling her that!!!!!! She still sees it as a dig or backhanded compliment about her looks or size.

She used to yelp and blush and hide away when he slapped her ass or squeezed it, in the early days he would do that and worse in front of his men. After days of him and his men laughing at her beet red or adorable yelps after being slapped and squeezed, Alwyn makes the mistake of surprising her from behind and squeezing her tits. The reader is livid and Alwyn sleeps outside for a whole week. He never does that shit in public again, but he will do it behind closed doors. He acts like a teenage boy sometimes. Reader bends over and grabs her hips and pretends to rut into her from behind. He gets her to sit on his lap during dinner and smirks when she complains about his dagger sheath.

Oh yeah! She wants to be reminded daily she's his, that she's someone, that someone wants her. And his just this stupid man acting like a fuckhead. He's so fucked out and happy he doesn't notice anything, how she cringes when he calls her his little whore, or how she keeps grabbing his hand to hold it when he fucks her from behind, desperate to feel like he loves, cares and respects her.

YES!!!!!!!!! She loves reading romance books and will stay up way past midnight reading and swooning and crying. She gets upset the most during proposals, courting scenes and sex scenes. The men are so caring and romantic and actually gentle with their women. Reader never got any of that, she was never courted, wasn't proposed to and sex with Alwyn is all grunts and moans and dirty words. There aren't any gentle touches or soft confessions.

And the dancing?????? YES!!!!!!!!! She was told as a kid that she should never marry someone if she hasn't danced with them first. And she has never danced with anyone. Expect her father and other male relatives. She's never been asked and never had a man hold her tight in such a sweet embrace. She gets really really sad one night when the bandits have a party. Some of them start to ask each other to dance, and she looks at Alwyn with such hope. Instead, he just laughs at the others and tells her why dance when you can just fuck each other, not realising he's just broken her heart.

Omg!!! What an idea. He is so desperate to be romantic, something he's never been, he's making notes and obsessing over it like he would a heist. Yeah, he can read! His father was a knight so he was expected to follow in his footsteps!

The reader would get such a shock when he starts being romantic. at first, she's scared that it's just a cruel joke. He's gonna tear it down and mock her and her wanting of true love. But as the days pass, he is more heartfelt and gentle with her and she just swoons over him.

He starts writing her letters, asks to meet her in secluded areas for a picnic and no sex, and gives her gentle touches when he walks past, barely touching her hand. The reader feels as though he's courting her and she fucking loves it. It makes her so happy to feel as though he is trying to get her attention and prove himself. And Alwyn is so happy cause shes actually talking to him now not just replying to what he's saying.

Then comes another party, couples start to dance and the reader is left sitting alone, for her this is normal until Alwyn comes into sight holding out his hand and asking for the pleasure of her company. They dance all night and the reader is laughing and giggles. And Alwyn is just in awe at her.

Thank you so much for sending that in and I loved it! Feel free to send whatever you want in!!!!!!!!

Lots of love,

mae xx

[steamingowl]

Unusual Muse Associations

Tagged by @quilleth!! Thanks for giving me the opportunity of talking about my dear babies ♥

I of course am going to use my OCs Seth and Valak, protagonists of my lastest brainrot

Let's start with Seth! Fire demon, bard, very lively and charming. Valak's childhood friend.

I have a playlist of Valak and Seth here

SEASONING: He likes spicy!!

WEATHER: Warm and sunny. He probably gets gloomy when it's rainy

COLOR: Golden! He adores gold and golden. He also likes light blue very much

SKY: Sunny! He likes evenings and sunsets

MAGICAL POWER: As he would say 'Do you happen to know what is music? Yeah? And a fire demon? Nice. Have you ever seen a Fire demon playing music? I'll let you know what can happen when it's done in the right way ;D

HOUSE PLANT: He probably likes lilies, but he's more a going outside kind of guy, so he prefers trees over anything, especially the flowery ones

WEAPON: A violin! His violin bow has the shape of a fine sword too

SUBJECT: Music! And drama class

SOCIAL MEDIA: I'm afraid he'd be a tiktok guy too. He'd share his sick covers and he'd be quite popular for being far too pretty and charismatic ohoho

MAKEUP PRODUCT: MMM He isn't a makeup guy, but he'd like to use a bit of makeup to make his face glow a bit

CANDY: He likes hard candy! And also little puffy pastries with honey. Honey probably is his favorite

FEAR: Being exposed. Not having any protection at all. Not being able to control his own body. Trusting somebody who secretly just wanted to fuck him up. So in a word? Being defendless

ICE CUBE SHAPE: Little moons?? 'Oh, how cute!'

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: Carriage/horse!

ART STYLE: He'd adore Sorolla's shapes and colors

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Dragon

PIECE OF STATIONERY: Quills!

THREE EMOJIS: 😽😏🌸

CELESTIAL BODY: Nothing, he just is the gentle sky. Always there, like a cloack that can protect and make you feel warm in the coldest nights.

Valak's turn! He used to be a clan leader. He's a warrior, a legend, an hero. Lost a fight a few months ago which made him lose his territory and made him be exiled by the 'new leader' to the human realm. He's hating it so far, acting very bitter and a second away from dying of boredom (Second pic)

SEASONING: Herby, a bit spicy. He likes curry flavour

WEATHER: Warm. He doesn't do very well when it's cold.

COLOR: Blue! He also likes pink.

SKY: Sunny, Valak also likes when there are a few white clouds in the sky.

MAGICAL POWER: He doesn't have much magic. A bit of air powers, but they are not very developed. He can control a bit of hypnosis as demon, but normally he leans a lot in his physical attacks and force brute.

HOUSE PLANT: He'd like plants with *big* leaves

WEAPON: His firm weapon is a Kusarigama, but he likes knives too

SUBJECT: P.E. !

SOCIAL MEDIA: MMMM Instagram, maybe. Just to show pics of plants, nature and some animals. He'd have like 2 likes per publication 'tho.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: He likes eyeshadow! He IS a makeup guy and he won't hesitate in do the makeup of all his friends

CANDY: Valak doesn't have a sweet tooth... He likes candied fruits and fruits with honey from time to time 'tho. He also likes to eat fruits everyday. Peaches and apples are his favourites.

FEAR: Not being able to protect or save a loved one.

ICE CUBE SHAPE: he'd make a little snort laugh if he eves sees little ice cubes with dick shape

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: Carriage/horse! Nowadays by walk... Although I'd like him to have a scooter (One of the few cool things humans have, in his opinion)

ART STYLE: He'd like realistic art style. He's a simple guy

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: White tiger?

PIECE OF STATIONERY: Craft paper

THREE EMOJIS: 👿😒🐅

CELESTIAL BODY: The hazy moon

I tag @soturisi @leporidactic @nooterino ! Have fun talking about any of your fav charries)! OC or fandom wise!

[sailxrmxrs]

back in may i brainrotted with friends over some of the infinite blue boys under the mistletoe and now that the holiday season is upon us what better way to celebrate than by indulging in it once more? especially after the mistletoe thoughts in the server too my brain is WHIRRING. that being said i've only ever seen mistletoe once before and it was on a uni night out at the su so not quite the wholesome romance vibes we're going for here. expect something a tad softer for today tonight at least maybe we get spicy another day. this one's the first of multiple christmas themed hcs rattling in my brain so get ready for more snow, more presents, and even more softness. the premise for this one is infinite blue on holiday!! mc and the boys are staying in a cosy cabin out in the middle of nowhere, there's a thick layer of snow outside and perhaps a sprig of mistletoe or two fixed to the door frame. adorable scenarios ensue. enjoy!!

♡ leo ♡

It was the first night in the cabin and the holiday excitement was well under way. There was an array of decorations adorning the walls, strings of lights casting the living room in a warm golden hue to fight against the biting nip of winter's chill. The place looked so delightfully cosy, a fireplace crackling in the corner and arrays of blankets strewn over the furnishings. It was the embodiment of comfort, perfectly designed to enjoy with the others in a much-needed break from regular life. As night fast approached, everyone had begun to settle in to their rooms, some unpacking while others abandoned their things in favour of securing the comfiest seat with the best view of the tv screen. There was a particular energy that had descended upon the cabin, as though electricity was cracking from room to room, bringing with it anticipation for what was to come. You were resting in your room, tired from the arduous task of unpacking when a knock sounded at the door. Too comfortable to move, you called out for them to come in. Leo's face peered from behind the door, his hat peeking out before his face.

"The guys are ordering pizza if you're hungry?"

"Yes. But too comfy."

Leo laughed, making his way over to perch next to you. "Am I going to have to carry you there?"

"A tempting offer, but no. Pull me up though?" You held out a hand for Leo to take hold of, letting him help you onto your feet. Once you were upright again, Leo swung your arms back and forth for a moment, smiling at the raising of your eyebrow. He chuckled, one hand still holding onto yours as he made for the open door and led you down the hall. In the living room, Brooklyn and Rory were trying to write everyone's pizza orders while Tobias fought to have pineapple on at least one. It was somewhat of a pointless battle, given that he was the only one with such a strong opinion but it was still amusing regardless. Brooklyn's notes were meticulous as he checked through everyone's orders before leaving it to Rory to call up and order the food. A quiet settled over the room, Alexei reaching for the tv remote. You contemplated returning to your room for a quick nap to stave off some of the lingering tiredness until Milo spoke up.

"You two know you're stood right under some mistletoe, right?" Milo asked, leaning back in his seat to watch your faces shift in realisation. Clearly he was satisfied with what he saw, judging by the way his lips quirked into a sly smile. Chaos descended upon the room, attention on you and Leo, the food order forgotten. Tobias started chanting for the two of you to kiss while Rory begged for you to restore some peace and finally just kiss each other. Brooklyn and Alexei were beaming at it all, quietly smiling with stars in their eyes at the romance movie scene they were watching play out right before their very eyes.

You felt Leo's hand twitch in yours, a reminder that he was still holding onto you even amongst the clamour. He cleared his throat, turning to you with abject embarrassment. "Should we maybe go somewhere a little more private?"

"Yeah go make out somewhere else so you don't spoil our appetites," Tobias playfully called out. "Don't be gone too long or I'm eating your share of the food." With a roll of his eyes, Leo nodded in the direction of your rooms and walked, pointedly ignoring the calls and whistles from the others.

"Sorry about that. Seems like the vacation's got them feeling a little bolder than usual." Leo tried to laugh it off, those it was evident in his cheeks that there was something more hidden there.

You shook your head. "It's fine. All part of the festive season, right?"

"Right." Leo paused, shuffling on his feet as he tried to gather his thoughts together. "You know we don't have to. I don't want you doing anything you're not comfortable with. Don't let the others make you feel like you have to."

"I'm okay. As long as they're not watching anyway."

Leo glanced back down the hallway, turning back with a thumbs up. "Coast is clear. But really, we don't have to—"

"Are you deflecting there, Leo? It's fine if you are but I—"

"No! No! That's not it! I do want to. Kiss you, that is. God I'm making this weird, aren't I?"

Shaking your head, you took Leo's hands in yours, feeling the ever so slight tremor of nerves coming from the contact. "Not at all," you whispered against his lips, finally closing the gap. Leo responded instinctively, as though this were second nature to him. Until he pulled back abruptly.

"Wait. It's not the same without the mistletoe." He looked around frantically, spotting a loose sprig that had fallen to the floor and retrieving it. He held it over his head, grinning. "There we go." The second kiss was just as magical as the first, and all the others that followed.

♡ milo ♡

Milo is not one for tradition, rolling his eyes at the sight of the mistletoe hanging above the door frame. Of course someone had the bright idea to hang it up there. He was adamant that he wanted nothing to do with any of it which then led to days of dodging Tobias or Leo whenever they passed by him through the door, knowing they'd take any opportunity to bother him with clamours of how you can't just break the rules like that. Milo fully intended to break the rules like that. He didn't care how much the others might complain about his lack of festive cheer, just as long as he didn't have to partake. Although, that being said, Milo wouldn't have minded if it were you collaring him under the mistletoe. Not that he was going to admit it any time soon, but he didn't hate the idea quite so much when you were the subject. Still, regardless of his affections he wasn't going to rescind his comments of uninterest. There would be no end of jokes and lighthearted remarks about how Milo cared about you more than anyone else, that he was showing clear favouritism. They'd be completely accurate accusations to make, of course, but Milo wasn't planning on becoming such an easy target like that.

So he abandoned all thoughts of taking your hands in his under the mistletoe and kissing you until he was almost breathless. he definitely did not ponder the thought when he laid in bed awake that night, sleep eluding him. No matter how he twisted and turned under the sheets, Milo just couldn't drift asleep. So he dragged himself out of the warmth in search of a hot cup of tea and honey to soothe his restlessness. Whether the remedy would actually work or not, he wasn't sure, but Brooklyn seemed to swear by the late night drink so there must be some kernel of truth floating in it. He quietly padded down the hallway, careful to preserve the silence that consumed the cabin. The lights were all off, bathing the cabin in cold darkness that not even the distant pearlescent glow of the moon could illuminate. It took all of Milo's concentration to not bump into any obstacles that he could've sworn weren't there before. In his intense focus, Milo couldn't see the moving shadow that was heading in his direction until it slammed straight into him, a small gasp coming from the other victim of the collision.

Now that he was close enough, Milo could just make out the sight of your briefly scared features. You were carrying a glass of water, though most of it was now either on the floor or soaking through your shirt.

"Ah, shit sorry I can barely see in this light," Milo whispered, leaning past you to reach for a towel sitting on the kitchen counter. It was rare for you to be so close to Milo, in particular alone, and so you couldn't help the quickening pace of your heart. If anything, you were at least grateful for the low light to hide the evidence of his effect on you. He reached a hand to guide you toward him, the other blotting with the towel where the water had spilt.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips. "I can dry myself off it's fine."

"I bumped into you it's only fair I fix it, isn't it?" Milo wasn't giving you any leverage in the situation, maintaining his hold on your arm. Despite your rapid heartbeat, the gesture was rather nice. Until, at least, it dawned on you exactly which doorway the both of you were stood under. It was the exact doorway Milo had been avoiding like the plague whenever anyone else walked underneath it while he was close by.

"Why do you look like that it's only a bit of water. Ah. Right." It seemed the realisation had also dawned on Milo as he glanced up at the door frame. He sighed, returning the towel to its spot on the counter. "You know we don't have to do it, right? The others aren't watching so no one has to know if you break the rules. It's fine."

Your voice is quiet, eyes looking anywhere but at Milo. "I mean, I'm not opposed to it."

Milo's eyes widened. It was ever so rare for him to be caught off guard like this and yet here you were, managing to do just that. But even in his surprise, Milo did not wish to discard the opportunity at hand as he reached to take your face in his hands, pressing his lips to yours in what he intended to be a swift and subtle move. But one taste of your lips on his sent Milo's mind in a dizzying spiral. Was this really what he'd been missing out on in all this time of knowing you? Suddenly all his disdain and admonishing for the tradition have been thrown onto the embers of the log fire still leaving a faint warmth in the room that hugged you both. All he can bear to think of in that moment is you and how you leaned against him, deepening the kiss with each second that passed.

"Maybe mistletoe isn't quite so bad after all."

♡ rory ♡

Ever since he spotted Tobias gleefully snickering to himself as he put up an abundance of mistletoe, Rory was counting down the days until he was free. It wasn't that he hated the group excursion nor their company, but rather he didn't particularly care for certain romantic traditions that Tobias seemed more than excited to partake in. Especially given the others' insistence on making not-so-subtle hints about who Rory should kiss under the mistletoe. No matter how many times Rory insisted that he didn't want to kiss anyone, under mistletoe or otherwise, they wouldn't let up. Admittedly, a small part of him was lying when he said he didn't have any interest in the idea. After all, he was a romance reader, though he would never dare to share the fact with anyone else, and as such his mind had often wandered while thinking of all kinds of sweet festive traditions to partake in with a loved one. Whether Rory actually wanted to indulge or not wasn't important, given the fact he couldn't when there were five other people around to witness it happen. Catching a moment alone with you would be increasingly difficult as the week continued, and Rory wasn't planning to subject himself, or you for that matter, to the inevitable teasing should anyone witness it.

As it turned out, the opportunity to catch a moment alone with you came much sooner than Rory anticipated. Milo, Brooklyn, and Alexei were to go out to stock up some food for the kitchen and upon hearing of their plans, Leo and Tobias ran to join them. You declined their offer in favour of taking a little nap whilst Rory just lifted the book he'd been attempting to focus on; he'd rather underestimated his ability to read when there were six other people about the place. With just you for company, Rory knew he could relax in peace. That was, until instead of returning to your room to nap, you joined him on the sofa. You laid on the soft cushioning, feet using Rory's thighs as a rest.

"Comfortable, are we?" He asked, throwing the blanket beside him at your face. In spite of all the pushing Rory liked to do, he was soft. Especially with you. And you knew that more than anyone. Of course you'd never bring it up to him, but you were acutely aware of how much nicer Rory always seemed to be around you. He could be mid argument with someone else but would immediately find his voice going quieter and softening the moment you spoke to him. It was sweet, even if he'd never admit to it himself.

"Incredibly so. What are you reading, by the way?"

"Nothing special. Just something I found in the other room." Rory was usually never this evasive when talking about his books. Unless he had a reason to be embarrassed about them.

"Avoiding the question. Interesting. Guess I'll have to just find out myself, hm?" Before Rory could react or figure out your next move, you lunged forward to grab the book out of Rory's hands. You were careful to keep a thumb in his page so as not to anger him too much, but quickly bounded off with it in hand. Rory ran after you, knowing his calls to give it back were completely pointless. He followed you into the hallway, getting close enough to grab your wrist and cage you against the wall. The arm in his grasp was held up to the wall while the hand that still clutched his book remained free. But in the excitement of it all, you were suddenly very aware of how close Rory was, his breathing slightly laboured from the exertion of running after you. Neither of you moved, too busy staring each other down. The book in your hand fell to the floor with a resounding thud, pulling you from Rory's captivating gaze for a few short moments. It was in that time you noticed the spare mistletoe sitting atop the bookshelf next to you. Rory glanced over, quickly taking note before he looked back at your face, a thumb and forefinger catching your chin and guiding it so you had no choice but to face him again.

Rory leaned impossibly close, his nose almost brushing against yours as he whispered, "I think next to mistletoe counts under the rules, don't you?"

"It'd be remiss for us to break the rules." Then Rory captured you in a kiss. There was something urgent in the way you both reacted to one another. Each brush of his fingertips along the skin of your arm sent shivers down your spine, a tingling energy passing through every inch of your body. Rory let the hand that held your wrist against the wall fall to your neck, his touch featherlight as though you might break if he used any small amount of pressure. His other hand moved to brace himself on the wall, fearing his knees might buckle from the way you tangled your fingers in his flame red hair. Pulling back to catch your brain, you rested your forehead against Rory's. As you opened your eyes, the sight of his blushing face met yours, the flush of colour reaching even his ears.

Rory cleared his throat, taking a step back from the wall. "Yes. Well. Anyway." He walked back in the direction of the living room, the book a long-forgotten entity as it lay on the floor. by your feet. Giggling to yourself, you leaned down to pick it up, sliding it into Rory's hands with a swift kiss to his cheek as you bounded back over to the sofa, heart bursting with the magic of a dozen fairy tales.

♡ alexei ♡

When you set eyes on the mistletoe adorning the doorways, a nervous dread sunk to the pit of your stomach. You'd never really paid much mind to the tradition before but something about the whole atmosphere surrounding the group trip during winter had your senses tingling with anticipation. Those nerves were only made worse by Alexei's oblivious excitement. His eyes sparkled under the glowing christmas lights as everyone began to settle in to the cosy new living quarters for the next week. What you weren't aware of, however, was how meticulously orchestrated the decor had been. Brooklyn and Tobias had specifically requested for mistletoe to be included among all the decorations that filled each room. Both were determined for this to be the occasion where you and Alexei finally stopped skirting around the very obvious feelings you harboured for one another. Brooklyn as the group's primary lover of all things romance adjacent and Tobias as the resident agent of mischief were a recipe for chaos of the most dangerous kind. One could never truly predict what they had planned between them, and this trip was no exception.

One evening a few days after arriving, everyone had gathered to pick out a christmas movie to watch together. It was mostly just Leo debating with Milo over whether or not Elf was overrated—it had reached a point where they'd both forgotten the core argument and so now it'd devolved into an incoherent back-and-forth. The sight was rather entertaining, especially since Rory was sat between them looking as though he wanted nothing more than to be suddenly whisked away anywhere but that spot on the sofa. You were sat stop some cushions scattered about the floor, blankets strewn between, peacefully observing all that was occurring. Tobias was beside you, his back against the sofa where Alexei was sitting. Brooklyn was off in the kitchen getting himself a drink when he called out for some help. You and Alexei were the only two to get up and head toward the kitchen door, the others unable to hear him over Leo and Milo's emphatic debate. Besides Tobias, that was, who was far too comfortable to consider moving even an inch.

"Need a hand with something?" You asked, pausing in the doorway to watch Brooklyn. Alexei was quietly looking up, admiring the floral decorations that embellished the threshold. Noticing his distracted state, you followed Alexei's line of sight to the white mistletoe. Ah. Your cheeks warmed at the realisation that the both of you were stood beneath it. Brooklyn was clearly pleased with himself judging by the smirk that he tried to hide unsuccessfully behind his glass of water.

"Did you know there's all kinds of species of mistletoe? Depending on the continent there's all kinds of slight variations between them that changes the number of leaves or even their texture—wait, why are you so red? Do you have a fever?" Alexei cut his energetic ramble short upon noticing the tinge of pink that spread across your cheeks. He held the back of his hand to your forehead feeling the blossoming warmth that only grew with his physical touch. If you'd been flustered before at the sight of the mistletoe, this was a whole other level of discomposed nervousness.

"You feel pretty warm. Do you want to lay down? I can get you some water?" It was cute how much Alexei was worrying over your wellbeing, even if it was a little misguided.

"Oh my god they're not sick, Alexei," Tobias shouted from across the room. "It's the mistletoe so leave the science lesson for later and just kiss them!"

Now came the time for Alexei's cheeks to flush with warmth at Tobias' direct words. It seemed to only just dawn upon him the more socially understood meaning of mistletoe. He nervously looked over to you seeking some sort of confirmation that Tobias was right and you weren't sick at all. Upon your faint nod confirming that you were quiet because you had, in fact, been sequestered underneath the mistletoe with Alexei. The smug look shared between Brooklyn and Tobias hadn't escaped your notice, prompting a mental note to have strong words with the both of them later once Alexei was out of earshot. There was no escape for either of you, knowing that no matter what you tried there'd be some form of teasing comment poking fun at your evasiveness.

Alexei cleared his throat, eyes darting around until they finally settled on you. His fingers reached for yours, a tentative question hovering in the air like waves of electricity. "Is this okay?" He asks, his voice quiet even now that Milo and Leo's debate had died down to bear witness to the scene before them.

You nod despite the warmth that still flamed in your face as you held Alexei's gaze. If you looked anywhere near any of the others there was no doubt you'd just crumble under the attention. Judging by Alexei's own pinkish face, he was likely feeling the exact same way. Still, he did not back down and instead leaned in for a kiss almost as soft as himself. It was fleeting. Gentle. But it was all you needed in that moment. His hands toyed with yours, a fumbling mess of extremities as Tobias and Leo let out exaggerated cheers, the former playfully chastising the both of you for taking so long to make such a move. But despite the embarrassment that flooded over both you and Alexei, it could never override the intense wave of happiness that crashed against it—even if it did come at the cost of having your first kiss with Alexei in direct view of the whole group.

♡ brooklyn ♡

Brooklyn is so in love with love that the instant he sees the mistletoe he's determined to craft the most picture-perfect scene fresh from a romantic novel. There are few things in the world he adores more than you, and so he is set on creating only beautiful memories in the cabin, mistletoe traditions very much included. In fact he is so set on the moment being perfect that you grow almost concerned by the slight distance. During game nights there is always some part of him that isn't fully focused, attention drifting to the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind's eye. Whenever you asked if he was okay, or inquired as to what he was thinking about, Brooklyn answered with his usual charming smile that he was feeling excellent. Usually when Brooklyn evaded such questions it meant he had some sort of plan slowly unfolding as he sat and pondered during his waking hours. Knowing there was little you could do to find out more, you left Brooklyn to his own devices; he always confided in you when he was ready so you knew that whatever it was occupying his thoughts would soon be revealed in some manner of speaking.

One afternoon you and Brooklyn were lounging in a private corner of the cabin, distant sounds of Leo, Alexei, and Tobias laughing together coming from down the hallway. Brooklyn had a book in hand, one that you'd bought him recently after seeing the beautiful leather volume in a small bookshop on your way home from work one evening. Your feet lay in his lap as you fought the urge to drift asleep. Brooklyn's fingers traced soothing patterns on your legs, the rhythmic feel lulling you closer to your inevitable slumber.

"Ah, ah. No sleeping yet. Otherwise you'll be awake all night, my dear," Brooklyn spoke, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you both. He gently tapped your calf, realising his absentminded ministrations were partly to blame for your sleepy state.

"Just five minutes," came your reply, the words bleeding into one another as you struggled to remain coherent.

"Five minutes will become ten, then fifteen, until suddenly you've slept for two hours. Come on, up you get." Brooklyn moved your feet from his lap, hands reaching to pull you up with him. His chuckle reverberated in the air as you let your body go limp while he carefully dragged you to your feet.

"Two hours sleep sounds great right now," you replied, rubbing at the dull ache of tiredness lingering in your eyes.

Brooklyn smiled, his hands sitting on your waist while he admired every line and crevice of your face. "But then I'd be ever so lonely without someone to talk to."

"Then you should sleep too." Stifling a yawn, you leaned into Brooklyn's chest for a few moments of bliss. You knew napping would only ruin your sleep later but the temptation was oh-so-strong. Especially when Brooklyn's company was so undeniably calming. The man could simply be breathing and it'd put you at ease no matter what—he just had that effect on people.

"I think I'll pass on that one, darling. After all, if we were to sleep now then who's to say when we'd find another opportunity to kiss under the mistletoe?"

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Hm? What mistletoe?"

"Look up there." Brooklyn nodded in the direction of the door where, lo and behold, some mistletoe decorated the door frame. "You know how much I adore traditions, especially of the romantic variety. Would you do me the honour?"

"How could I ever turn down such a request?" You both laughed in unison at the overly formal wording, something you would frequently do when speaking, much to Tobias' chagrin; whenever he overheard it Tobias would loudly proclaim how the interactions made him cringe. His complaints, however, were never as serious as he tried to make them sound nor did they deter you or Brooklyn from speaking in such a manner. If anything, his reactions only encouraged the both of you to speak as outrageously as possible.

Brooklyn's features cooled into a relaxed smile as his grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly, pulling you close against him while his other hand reached to tangle in your hair. He angled your face to mold with his perfectly as though it was made for him and him alone. Brooklyn let you set the pace, following your lead perfectly under the warm glow of the christmas lights that adorned the walls. The slow movement of his thumb against your waist was dizzying in all the best ways. His lips were delightfully soft, ever the gentleman as he paused to gaze fondly upon your face with a look of wonder decorating his features before he left another electrifying kiss to your lips. Suddenly you felt eternally grateful toward whoever had hung that mistletoe.

♡ tobias ♡

Upon decorating the cabin together for the festive season, it had been Tobias' brilliant idea to introduce mistletoe into the decor. Much to the chagrin of the others, Tobias ignored all complaints as he secured the flower above the doorway into the living room. He'd looked incredibly proud of himself as he met your gaze across the room. The man was on a mission to catch you off guard and indulge in the tradition, no matter how loud the others might object each time he lamented the lack of festive spirit. Every time you ventured to find something to eat or grab a glass of water you were met with the sight of Tobias leaning against the doorframe gazing wistfully up at the mistletoe. He'd pretend not to notice your presence, letting out a dramatic sigh before dragging his eyes over to you and offering the most poorly acted look of surprise you'd ever seen. Then would come the beckoning hand in an attempt to lure you over.

"Isn't it painfully cold today? Oh how I crave the warmth and affection of the love of my life," he would call out, waiting expectantly for you to take his hand. Every time you'd laugh and evade his grasp, revelling in his pout as he whined over the lack of attention. Tobias loved to act all confident but, in reality, he was completely and utterly soft at heart—not that he'd ever let the others see that side of him, of course. Tobias' softest moments were all the more special because they were only for you. And it only made his more daring advances all the more entertaining, knowing exactly how easily he crumbled whenever you returned his amorous teasing in the comfort of your privacy.

Tonight was no different. You were sat between Rory and Milo watching a movie while Brooklyn and Leo were attempting to cook. Alexei was off taking a little nap and Tobias was lingering beneath the mistletoe with his eyes on the tv for now, though he wasn't really watching. The night was calm and surprisingly quiet given the usual high energy that the cabin's residents brought with them. But it was nice. Calming, even, to be sat in pleasant quiet with just the sounds of food being prepared and the tv buzzing along. Though you might have liked it more with Tobias sitting at your side and sharing the blanket that kept you cosy. The man in question was still quietly leaning against the door frame, now watching on as Leo followed Brooklyn's instructions for the meal. Feeling a pang of thirst strike, you rose from your seat, already missing the warmth of your blanket.

Sensing the perfect opportunity for another romantic endeavour, Tobias straightened and moved to block the doorway, his face an exquisite artwork of teasing mischief. "Hello, you."

It was hard to even pretend to be mad at him. "Hi. Did you know you make an excellent wall?" You asked, unable to keep yourself from smiling as he leaned closer.

"No entry, I'm afraid. Can't have you disturbing the chefs. Unless you pay the toll." His face was close enough to yours that he could've easily kissed you if he wanted, but for Tobias the playful exchange built up a sense of tension that he found intoxicating. The light-hearted push-and-pull is what had made him so enamoured by you in the first place.

Nodding along, you humoured Tobias' bit. "I see. Do tell what this mysterious toll is."

"Oh, it is but a mere kiss beneath the mistletoe. It's been so terribly long since someone indulged me in the classic christmas tradition, you know?"

"Funnily enough, we did know. Since you always manage to bring it up," Rory called out from the sofa, his eyes not leaving his phone screen.

Tobias' lazy smile twisted into a frustrated pout at the interruption, now focusing his attention on the redhead. "Some of us are trying to live out their rom-com dreams here, Rory."

"Clearly. So do it. Go on, kiss them. Right now. So the rest of us can go on without hearing you whine about how much you want to kiss them."

Tobias faltered at Rory's direct callout, mouth slightly agape as he looked back at you. There was apprehension in his face, nerves suddenly flooding his system when you quirked an eyebrow inviting him to follow through on Rory's provocation. Tobias contemplates his options, knowing he might never live it down if he doesn't seize the opportunity laid out in front of him and so, puffing out his chest just a little, his face sets into one of determination.

"Fine. I will." Then Tobias' hands are cupping your cheeks, warm to the touch as he leans in ever closer. Tobias pauses, checking that this is what you want before closing that too-far gap. And suddenly you're kissing beneath the mistletoe. The world falls silent, everything and everyone reduced to nothing as Tobias consumes each and every thought trapped inside your head. His lips are soft and exploratory, eager to keep the exchange somewhat reserved given the public display you were putting on. Tobias pulled back with the gentlest of nips to your bottom lip, his hesitant shyness dissipating to reveal a raging fire in his eyes. He moves to take your lips once more before Milo groans for the two of you to 'get a room' before his appetite gets spoiled. Fuelled by sheer adoration and delight, Tobias doesn't care about the interruption, instead pulling you in close and engulfing you in his arms while his laugh chimes. His face is a beautiful shade of blush crimson as he slowly rocks you from side to story, pressing a kiss to your forehead and savouring every second of your embrace.

[frogs-in3-hills]

If you don’t mind answering who’s your favorite and least favorite turtle?

HONESTLY that’s such a hard question. ;-; my go-to answer is mikey, i adore pretty much every version of him he’s my wonderful little guy. even though he isn’t always portrayed with as much complexity as like, leo or raph, there’s just something about him that i can’t get enough of. he’s like hearing a baby laugh to me, i just see him and can’t help but smile! he’s brought me so much joy ever since i was a kid AND ALSO orange is the best color so…. but raph is a very, VERY close second for me just because i love him in ‘03 and rise SO much it’s unbelievable. he’s probably the one i relate to the most, and i will always get emotional if i think about him for too long. he just loves his family man.. and also i just really like fiery/angry characters for reasons that my therapist could probably tell you. ToT

i feel so bad that i can immediately pinpoint donny as my least favorite turtle.., i love him so so much i am cradling him gently. ESPECIALLY ‘03 don, truly The Turtle of All Time. he goes through so much and he’s so thoughtful and gentle and brave i’m fucking obsessed with him. but i guess i find him the least compelling most of the time? i can’t really say why that is, i just don’t get as big an urge to dive deep into his character. he has some really fun angst fodder but it’s rare that i find stories—canon or fanfic—that address that angst in a way that scratches my brain in the way i want it to. if that makes… any sense at all lololol.

it really does cycle between all of them though. the better question is who’s my favorite turtle RIGHT NOW… most of the time it’s mike or raph but sometimes i’ll just be brainrotting over leo or don because something pushed me to think about them again. thanks for the ask nony, if you’d like to share i would LOVE to hear who your favorite is :)

[sun-marie]

✨Self-rec tag game ✨

I was tagged by @glamfellens​ for this very cool reflection challenge! This is a super fun one, thank you for tagging me!

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they’ve made.

1) Something you absolutely adore

Dimitri and Byleth is such a tender pair for me, and I'm a really big fan of the softness of this piece 🥺 Plus, since it's a redraw, I really enjoy it as a marker of my artistic improvement 💗

2) Something that was challenging to create

This one had a lot going on before I made the decision to render it in a lineless style. Posing four characters full bodies, having them interact with each other believably, creating appealing and in-character post-canon designs, having dynamic lighting... and then when I was almost done I had thought of "what if I tried that rendering thing I see other artists do" which added another solid two days to the time spent on this piece 😅 In my humble opinion, though, it was worth it, and I still consider this one of my most impressive pieces!

3) Something that makes you laugh/smile

I drew this little series off the heels of my New Year's resolution to "draw more silly", which I was struggling with bc the first one was def supposed to be a little goofier, but it actually came out looking very serene. And then one morning my dog jumped into my bed and woke me up by sitting on my face 😂 It reminded me a lot of Declan the Mabari and I wondered how Fenris would take to a dog sitting on him in the morning haha

4) Something that surprised you

I still look at this one some times and am just like,,,, bro how did I do that. I think it's like one of my Top 3 kisses I've drawn, and I'm still shocked at how good the colors came out (I've actually come to the realization with this that black hair is really fun to color in bright environments bc it's so reflective 👀)

5) Something you want other people to see

A pretty recent one, but one I'm really really proud of! The BG3 brainrot is real :')

I think I'll tag @thefife01, @hajima-7, @stereotypedebunker, @hanpaopaoo, and @iubworks! I'd love to see some of y'all's favorite works! No pressure though of course! (especially if you've already been tagged in this haha 😅)

[simplysimpingsimp]

Hihi! This is my first time doing an ask on here, but I absolutely ADORE your writing and was hoping that it'd be okay to request something cute that I've been brainrotting over for awhile now.

How do you think the kamaboko squad + Sanemi would react to fem or gn reader accidentally/indirectly confessing that the like them? Like maybe they were gossiping with a friend of theirs and they happened to overhear the conversation? It can either be canonverse or modern au too! It sounds kinda silly now that I'm actually typing it out but whatever.

Thanks for taking the time to read this! If it's not something you're up to then please just ignore this. <3 Take care!

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Omg hi hi 🐇 anon <3 I’m so sorry for taking a bit to get to your request and to everyone else as well TT but ahhh this is such a sweet scenario for the boys haha ! Thank you so much for submitting a request (: especially your first one! Sorry if it’s not up to par, I’ll gladly go back and edit it if you’d like :D enjoy (:!

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🌼 𝚏𝚝: 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞, 𝙸𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎, 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒

🌼 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍: 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛

🌼 𝚝𝚠/𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

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𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐

code name: sun

Definitely wasn’t oblivious to the soft whispers he’d hear whenever Y/n would talk with Nezuko as she resided in her box or when she would be in the room with them

he probably would be like “👀 who’s this sun individual” like the mom friend he is

homie would probably not suspect it’s him because he would definitely feel that perhaps she was into someone else or not interested in a relationship

“Nezuko, how can I tell sun how I feel?” She would mutter a little embarrassed Nezuko’s hums and gentle pats of encouragement definitely helped in calming her down…“He’s just so precious, like the morning sun,” she’d laugh, “Sun is just so wonderful, I think I love him…”

Tanjiro would definitely think it’s sweet how she talks to Nezuko about her feelings and hearing Nezuko respond back to the best of her abilities made him smile though he did feel a little sad as he didn’t think it was him

He probably realized it was him when he would hear other descriptions about “sun” like the mention of gentle crimson eyes and burgundy toned hair — man’s would get all blushy blush

Would definitely internally cheer with a sigh of relief and a heart over his hand — that adorable smile on his face

He’d have a cute daydreams about a peaceful life with her and how she’d laugh with Nezuko all those family gathering type things

Would take all his effort to not confess his own eavesdropping — poor boy felt so bad listening in because it’s something private that clearly she didn’t want him to know just yet (,:

But he was pretty much left feeling happy all day and night hearing his love for her be returned

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𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖

code name: sleepy

Mans was a little oblivious to the fact that his code name was ‘sleepy’ (despite being the one who sleeps the most)

“What should I do Tanjiro,” she would say a little shyly, “Sleepy’s always talking to me about anything and giving me flowers…and he encourages me...I love him.”

Before he realized it was him he would probably be a little jealous like HEJABFJSJDJDDJ WHO ELSE IS GIVING HER FLOWERS?!

Then he realized…”oh wait I’m the only one who gives her flowers”

It would take his whole effort to not jump her and confess his undying love for her at that very moment

Zenitsu would definitely feel like he’s on cloud nine hearing that she returned his love, the whole floral aura around him and everything

Nothing could dampen his day after hearing that she loves him and only him

He would definitely stay closer to her and probably try to keep her attention on him more often

Zenitsu would feel more courage in his effort of confessing…eventually

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𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆

code name: beautiful

Mans definitely didn’t even think that he was the so called beautiful — but was definitely threatened by the notion of another taking Y/n’s heart

Whenever he’d hear Y/n have a “council” meeting with Tanjiro and he’d overhear the mention of ‘beautiful’ he’d demand to fight them when he was being obvious about listening in

Overhearing the conversation between her and Tanjiro he’d probably be like (homie would blow his cover because he was spying) “WHOS THIS BEAUTIFUL INDIVIDUAL TRYING TO TAKE MY WOMAN”

Wait, did he just say that?

A facepalm from both of them as it’s pretty obvious with how they describe him that it’s Inosuke

Suddenly a light bulb goes off in his head.. OH

Mans would do his gremlin laugh and be like “I knew it was me I was just testing you both!”

Though he would probably be incredibly giddy and have a shy smile under his mask, realizing how much she would gush about him to Tanjiro

Y’all know those praises would definitely inflate the man’s ego but he would become protective of her and offer her small things like dandelions and whatever he thought was pretty

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𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂

code name: sweetie

Gyomei was her go to in talking to about him mostly because he knew him quite well — so frequenting him for advice on how to approach Genya was the key

Genya would overhear occasionally the talk of a ‘sweetie’ individual and he’d be a little saddened since he grew feelings for Y/n over time but what could he do?

He would frequently hear of ‘sweetie’ when she would come over for extra training with Gyomei or simply just dropping by for a visit

Until suddenly! He listened closely to the things she would say in describing the so called ‘sweetie’

“Oh shit that sounds like me…wait that is me”

The way his face would get all red from embarrassment for eavesdropping but also from overwhelming happiness at realizing that she returned his feelings

He’d definitely open up more to her and despite being a little shy and flustered

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𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊

code name: grumpy pants

Sanemi would probably be like “👁 who the fuck is after my Y/n”

He would overhear Y/n talking to Kyojuro about a person nicknamed ‘grumpy pants’

Definitely would feel a little jealous seeing the way she would swoon when talking about ‘grumpy pants’

Would also be jealous at the sight of her telling someone else personal things, especially since she would go to him usually to talk about anything

Sanemi would overhear the advice being offered on behalf of Kyojuro (y’all know he’s loud 😭)

He’d think about how cliche it all sounds yet it’s quite difficult to not feel inspired to take that advice for himself

Mans would do a whole mental checklist on thinking about who the possible contenders for who grumpy pants is

Until suddenly! He heard small details about his appearance and personality so he would realize

“Oh shit that’s me…wait that’s me”

No hesitation, would take her from her conversation with Kyojuro so that he could tell her about his feelings

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs/ᴀsᴋs/ɪᴅᴇᴀs/ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs/ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs/ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ !! sᴇᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ sᴏᴏɴ <3

[thegamingmonk]

Encanto Headcanons #3

This family gives me so much brainrot, it's not even funny.

Dolores heard of ‘Ignorance is bliss’ and thought “Damn, must be nice-”.

All the triplets are one minor inconvenience away from snapping. Especially Julieta. Pepa and Bruno not so much since they let out their chaos more often than their sister.

Camilo gets his knife cat face from Pepa when she was younger.

Camilo is a full blown mommy's boy, born and raised. Nobody could hold him longer than 5 minutes unless it was Pepa when he was a baby.

Antonio more of a daddy's boy, Félix always helping his son adjust to his newly acquired gift. Dolores is close to both her parents; spoiled rotten by Félix and relating the most to Pepa.

Out of boredom and fun, Félix and Agustín would try playing cards (Go Fish) with each of the baby grandkids to see who would get the concept faster. Mirabel was the fastest to understand.

For personal reasons, Isabela is banned from playing uno, monopoly, and any other family-ruining games.

Pepa, Dolores, and Julieta can only play for so long until they become problems too.

To everyone's surprise, the Cool sister's competitive nature comes from Julieta. Agustín doesn't have a single competitive bone in his body. Meanwhile Julieta gets so invested in a game of Monopoly that it's slightly terrifying.

Nobody knew where Mirabel got her sassiness from until they encountered a very tired and almost-done-with-life Julieta.

The Cool sisters have moments where they inherited Agustín’s accident-prone nature. The amount of convincing Isabela has to do to get Mirabel and Luisa to not laugh about her tripping over her own plants.

Now that I think about it, all the Madrigals are clumsy in their own ways (we see from young Alma, Bruno, Camilo, Pepa, Mirabel, and of course, Agustín our accident prone king). It just runs in the family. Thanks Alma.

When Isabela started experimenting with creating four leaf clovers, best believe Bruno was on that market.

For the first couple of weeks that Bruno came back, Luisa became his Madrigal-assigned bodyguard to protect him from the weary/angry/jackass villagers reacting to his return. Really, she just wanted to be around her tio again and volunteered to do it.

Bruno didn't mind too much, but it does do something to your confidence when your sobrina ends up being your protection.

More or less, this led to a lot of uncle-niece bonding time consisting of the two helping around the village, sitting under trees, and relaxing during Luisa-mandatory breaks.

Luisa starts to really like rats. She finds them so cute and tiny with their weird tails.

Anytime Pepa snows, Camilo thinks its funny to just make her a mini snowman army in the snow piles she leaves. At first she didn't find it amusing to just turn around and see a bunch of snowmen but now actually turns out quite fond of them.

You know how when Elsa is sick, she makes snowgies? That but it's Pepa being sick and she makes "cloudbebes".

Dolores, Félix, and Antonio adores them. Camilo finds them annoying since they always zap him with static.

That's only if she has a small cold. Pepa with a fever probably sets up the movie "2012".

Mirabel, Félix, and Dolores could honestly be a band if they wanted to. Félix on guitar, Mirabel on accordion, and Dolores on piano. Abuela is considering Madrigal concerts with the three.

During a card game with Camilo, Mirabel, and Dolores, Alma decided to join it. Halfway through the session, it turned into Alma teaching the kids her skills on how she wins every game. You don't live this long and don't learn a thing or two.

Mirabel knows a few magic tricks from wanting to prove she can do magic as well in the family.

The trick where a card appears out of thin air always gets Camilo.

Dolores is still trying to figure out how in the world that peso got behind her ear without her hearing it.

Sometimes when everyone's schedule is just absolutely flooded, the adults trust Casita enough for babysitting duty (Casita the best babysitter).

Casita was the mvp of the whole movie.

Casita "Imma be Mirabel's main supporter through the entire movie" Madrigal.

Mariano instantly fit in as one of the grandchildren, nobody even questioned it.

He starts to hang around the Casita and stay for dinner more and more often. Abuela doesn't know if this is purely for Dolores or just because he's attached to this family.

Catch Mariano letting Antonio sit on his shoulders ever so casually at almost a constant basis.

A whole family discussion could be happening and Mariano is standing there with Antonio playing with his stuffed jaguar on the Guzman's shoulders.

Bruno is not one for confrontation but if anyone was to mess with any of his family, he's ready to whip up the most horrific prophecy to scare the life out of the person at hand.

One would think Bruno is not good with kids due to his social anxiety, but he's fantastic with them. He misses all the time he could've had with his nieces and nephews during his time in the walls.

Bruno regrets missing out on his sobrinas' quinces. He wishes to make up for that lost time and dances some day. (Unsure if males have a similar thing, but if so, he'd regret missing Camilo's as well) (also also let me know cause I'm genuinely curious and don't trust Google).

Everyone fears Bruno disappearing again, but one of the Madrigals who fear it the most is Antonio. He just got his tio, that he didn't even know was around, back and is firmly attached to the man. If Bruno can disappear once, he could again, and that's what scares Antonio the most. If he goes without seeing Bruno for a whole day, he starts to panic and worry. This often leads to a Bruno-Antonio sleepover in the youngest's room; rats invited!

If anyone tells me Casita is not a Madrigal family member, we fighting on sight. Anyhoos~

If anyone Colombian or Latino would like to let me know more about the culture, I would absolutely love that! Movies like Encanto gets me so interested into learning about other cultures (a reason why I want to travel the world one day). That's it for now!