#like maybe some cutesy fluffy stuff??

[a-mint-bear]

Make Me Yours

Male Yandere x Reader

Part 2: "Your One and Only"

"I just... really wanna put a collar on a cute guy."

You didn't even mean to say it out loud, but your best friend since middle school had always been super open with this sort of stuff. You've always been the first one she texts when a date goes really well, or really terribly. And a lot of your coffee meetups, like this one, devolve into her oversharing all the juicy details of her relationships.

"Oh wow." She nudged you with a grin. "Didn't know you had it in you!"

Unable to meet her eyes, you try to defend your stray thought. You remind her of some of the jerks you've dated, how their assertive and self-assured personalities had all quickly turned into a bit too aggressive and controlling. In certain situations, in controlled doses... that could lead to a nice time. But it's all fun and games until you try to explain away some of their worse moments to your coworkers and swiftly realize you're in "that kind" of relationship. You wonder if you give off some kind of energy that attracts creeps...

The thought of finding a guy who would not only let you take the reins but maybe even prefer you taking charge? It gave you a little thrill you're almost embarrassed to admit.

"Well, it's nothing to get all twisted up over." she shrugs, taking a sip of her iced latte. "You'll find the right guy that's into that kind of thing."

You smiled, she really was trying to encourage you with this, and it was oddly sweet of her.

"Oh, look!" she scooted closer to you, showing you her phone screen. "There's tons of collars you can get. You thinkin' like leather, classic S&M style? Or somethin' more cutesy?"

Maybe a little too encouraging, sometimes.

~ Somewhere very close by...~

His hands were shaking. Your words were playing on repeat in his head, drowning everything else out.

As if you weren't already perfect. He'd been so jealous of you meeting up with your friend, but if it made this conversation happen so he couldn't be too upset about it. He'd been trying to think of some way to make you his for so long... But being yours? Wearing something like that? Something that said he belonged only to you?

He was already yours. But a little proof never hurt.

. . .

It was late, and you decided to cut through the park to get home quicker. It was a pretty safe area, but you didn't want to be here any longer than you had to be. A few lights lit up the main path and you didn't see anyone else around.

But that didn't mean you were alone.

"Hey..."

You spin around to see... some guy. You'd never met him before, but he was... making A LOT of eye contact.

He was cute though. Soft, fluffy hair and piercings in his ears, his bright eyes poking out from beneath his bangs. And he had at least six inches on you, but not really an intimidating frame, a bit skinny too. The way he was looking at you was making you nervous, but you weren't sure if it was a "Oh, this is unexpected." kind of nervous or a "You're gonna end up in his basement." kind of nervous.

"You probably don't remember me but, uh...we had a few classes together last year and…"

He seemed really nervous himself, trailing off with some color in his cheeks. You tell him politely that you were sorry, but you didn't remember him.

"That's okay, uh..."

He was breathing kind of funny, his eyes still staring into yours. You asked him what he needed, hoping it would speed this along and you could leave.

He took a breath, and all you could do was stare, wondering if you should distract him and make a break for it.

"I... I've liked you. For a long time. It's like... like everything about you is just so... wonderful! Seeing you every day keeps me going! I was okay just watching but then... Sorry, sorry. I'm c-coming on too strong, I..."

He took a step towards you, moving like he was going to touch you, but you instinctively took a step back. He looked a little hurt.

"No, no please, don't be scared! I just... I thought it was the right time... I've been thinking about this for so long! I just wanted to..."

He dropped to his knees and the look in his eyes was almost...like he worshipped you. Like you were everything to him and nothing else mattered. It was a bit overwhelming...

"I heard you talking to your friend the other day. Not, uh, not in a weird way, I swear! I-it's just... It's all I can think about..."

He stared at you, a glimmer of something in his eyes. You could see a tremble in his hands, like he was debating reaching out for you again. But he was holding himself back.

Seeing him kneeling, looking up at you with a want that burned into you... It was doing something to you.

This was a weird, kinda scary, unbelievable situation. But it felt so...

Good.

You felt bold. Deciding to go for broke, you finally spoke again.

You asked him to tell you what he wanted.

You could see the tremble shoot through his frame, the smallest, quietest gasp when the your words finally registered.

"I want... I want you to look down at me, just like this! I want you to run your fingers through my hair and tell me I'm a good boy. Your good boy! I want to cuddle up to you and hear your heartbeat while you hold me, I... I want you to use me... I want you to yank my collar if I get too excited and tell me to behave."

He laughed softly at the thought, this guy was completely smitten.

"I want to be yours, if that'll make you happy..."

He reached into his back pocket, you heard the gentle clink of the collar before you saw it. It was like some kind of odd proposal, except he was down on both knees.

He held it up to you, his eyes clouded with a want that made your face feel hot.

So painfully slowly, you reached out for him, your fingers flinching back for a split second, rational thought desperately trying to break through. But despite all the reasons you could think this was completely crazy, you still wanted this.

You touched his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to lean into your hand with a contented, dreamy sigh.

The power he was giving you was... new, exciting, maybe a bit intoxicating. And he was offering it all so willingly, you wondered if this was all a dream.

"I wanna be your good boy..." His voice was soft but pleading, almost desperate. "Please..."

His smile was making your brain feel fuzzy, seeing him looking up at you like you were his whole world.

"Make me yours."

[007reid]

request for reader having dated spencer (early seasons) and then she finds out what happened w lila </3

hi hi hi!! sorry this took a while hun :( you were vague with your req so i just wrote whatever i wanted to write and because of that i meant for this to be a drabble but it didn't work out that way... enjoy!

secrets. spencer reid

part 1 | part 2

pairing: spencer reid x jealous fem!reader, 1.8k

summary: spencer will never be able to escape the effortless wrath of derek morgan, not even when it's the weekends and breaking bad is playing and you're pulling on his hair.

warnings: no smut you filthy animals, though i did intend there to be smut im just in a fluffy mood rn :// tiny angst if you squint, spencer's blushin a LOT, morgan's evil, bickering and just cutesy couple stuff. me when.

spencer’s secret was the last thing that you were, and you know this.

you and spencer have been dating for three months now, not including the two months talking stage because spencer is deadly afraid of commitment, and between all that time, you’d say you’ve gotten to know spencer pretty well. you know him well enough to trust that he knows what’s best, anyway. it’s been three months, and spencer hasn’t uttered a word about you to his team, his family, and you understand why.

really. you do.

“they’ll never let me live in down,” spencer had whined, one person imminent on his mind. derek fucking morgan. spencer dreads just thinking about it, the teasing, the inappropriate jokes, the winks and the whistles. it’s dehumanizing. “when someone ask me or mention something about it, i will tell them. until then…”

the unspoken reason was there. spencer’s a talker, definitely a talker, but he doesn’t spend much time talking about himself. he never reveals a bit of himself unless he’s directly asked it, and he feels uncomfortable sharing otherwise. the team’s too used to spencer being physically and emotionally repellent to the female race to really ask about stuff like you anymore, and spender’s not too eager to share neither. not out of the blue. it’s unlike him. this you understand. 100%. locked safely in the noggin.

you never think much about it anyway. it doesn’t bother you. what bothers you, though, is secrets.

you know spencer has loads of those, tucked behind that carefree and open-hearted smile and attitude of his. you examine him carefully, searching his face for ticks—okay, maybe you were just looking really creepily because he’s pretty and you try to commit every feature into memory but you are, searching for ticks that is.

you know he hides things. somethings not worth bringing up again because it’ll only bring up bad memories. some other things, however, definitely worth mentioning again. you just have to find the right target questions. sometimes it feels like you’re dating a stranger, with how little you know about spencer’s life. sometimes it feels like you’re dating the love of your life. it’s all very relative.

you and spencer are cuddled up on the couch, breaking bad playing on the tv. it’s one of the shows spencer doesn’t like pointing out the scientific inaccuracies of because he’s too fond of the main character to really say that he’s wrong, and sometimes you miss his voice chiming in between all the movie’s dialogues, but you think the reason why he’s quiet today is because he’s not in the mood to talk. the last case’s gotten him pretty shaken up, and he’s still healing, head in your neck every night and when he pulls away your skin is damp with tears.

“you okay spence?” you say, moving your hand to tangle your fingers in his hair. he hums softly, and then you both suddenly hear the vibration from under your asses. spencer shifts around, digging his phone out from where it’s lodged in a random cushion of the sofa.

he groans inwardly, showing you the screen, not having to explain. in big letters, the caller says: bau--derek morgan.

“he usually never calls me on weekends,” spencer frowns, watching the phone vibrate. “you think i should answer?”

“he’s a friend,” you say, tucking a stray strand of hair under his ear. “answer him.”

“okay,” spencer says hesitantly, then swipes the green button on his screen. he clears his throat as the call connects. “you’re on speaker,” he warns, looking at you anxiously and then back to his phone again. morgan’s a wildcard, and spencer would have to hide his face everyday for the next three weeks in front of you if morgan happens to drop something embarrassing about him just out of pocket. spencer isn’t ready.

“not like there’s anyone with you to hear,” morgan scoffs, and didn’t let spencer answer before continuing. “the team’s planning on a bar night tomorrow—“

“the team?” spencer questions, suspicious. morgan sighs loudly.

“garcia and i,” he corrects reluctantly, “are planning for a team bonding night tomorrow. what do you say?”

“no.” spencer says immediately, looking at you and hope you get his unspoken answer. spencer never goes out on weekends, not unless it’s with you. with his highly demanding schedule at the bau, it’s rare that he has any time off at all, and it’s hard to maintain a healthy relationship that way. any time he gets to spend time with you he’d take.

“come on,” morgan says, enthusiastically. “when was the last time you properly went out, huh?”

“last month, when you and garcia planned another of these team bonding bar nights,” spencer says monotonously. he rolls his eyes. “morgan—“

“don’t be rolling your eyes at me now, genius,” morgan warns. you stifle a laugh, and spencer sends you a wounded look. you forget that they’re basically family, like siblings to knows each other to a tee. “listen, have some fun in your life. who knows, maybe we can find you another lila at the bar.” morgan’s tone is suggestive. and now, that got your full, undivided attention.

and spencer, predictably, looks like a deer caught in the headlights, looking at you in horror was you narrow your eyes at his screen. you prod at his leg, prompting him to answer so morgan can elaborate.

lila?

“i don’t think—“ spencer starts, but got immediately cut off.

“don’t lie and say you didn’t like it, lover boy,” morgan whistles and spencer cringes. “now that we’re talking about lila, actually—“ spencer’s mind is screaming, shut up shut up shut up! as morgan proceeds to feed you more information, completely oblivious to his sins. “do you guys still keep in touch? she looked pretty into you. never knew you had it in you til then, man--”

by now spencer’s beet red head to ears to toe and you can feel the heat radiating off of him, but also off of yourself. you’d say you’re a jealous woman. not too jealous but definitely not not jealous.

“morgan,” spencer starts again, voice a little wobbly and embarrassed and morgan laughs.

“seriously though, do you guys still talk? them eyes never lie,” and morgan sounds so casual, so nonchalant while destroying spencer’s life.

it’s not that spencer doesn’t want you to know about lila. he couldn’t careless if lila waltz into his life right now because he knows they would be nothing more than friends—you’re all he’s ever wanted and he would trade you for nothing. it’s just embarrassing, is all, him being exposed like this, and he feels smaller, feels like he’s actually 5’3 with the glare you’re sending him.

“anyway, that don’t matter,” morgan remains completely ignorant and in his own world and still on speaker. oh morgan. “i want to see you at our bar tomorrow. it’s a yes, right? good. i’ll tell garcia you said yes.”

“morgan!” spencer says quickly. “i have a gir—“

morgan hangs up.

spencer dreads looking at you, so he takes his time getting out the app and then clears all of the background apps on his phone. he doesn’t like seeing you mad and he can basically sense it, the fumes blowing out your ears.

“who’s lila?” you say casually and he looks up. he doesn’t mistake your tone for friendliness, your eyes are narrow and suspicious.

“someone on a case a while ago,” spencer responds honestly. because that���s all there was to lila. it’s not like he’s never had his first kiss before her, so she doesn’t even count as his first kiss (she’s his second) and other than that minute-long moment they shared there was nothing else remarkable. she just happens to the only girl the team knows about who’s spencer been involved with and they are encouraging to help him find another ‘lila.’

it’s all very complicated. and humiliating. he should’ve definitely told you the entire backstory beforehand, because it’s not scandalous or weird or anything. it’s innocent and harmless. but now the problem seems to be blown out of proportion.

“just someone?” you press. spencer hesitates. he hates lying, especially when he’s lying to you. his hesitation gives you all the answer you needed.

“we kissed once,” he says, and gawks at you for approval, for forgiveness. “but that was it. i swear.”

something awful bubbles in your stomach. you know spencer’s not lying, and it’s not worth getting upset with him about because it’s all in the past—it’s not like you go talking about your precious conquests to spencer anyway. but you can’t help the envy and jealousy boiling so hotly it makes you dizzy.

spencer feels obliged to fill you in, to patch up the little bump and to get back the sweet atmosphere that was before morgan called. he knew morgan would somehow manage to ruin his life in some kind of way. he knew it before he even accepted his call.

“she was an actress in this case we were working on and she just, i think, really liked me or something and she was in a pool when i came to see her just to ask some questions and she just pulled me—“

his rant got interrupted by you seizing him to a rough kiss, hands coming up to rest behind the nape of his neck and nails unconsciously digging into his skin. spencer remains mostly unresponsive and soft, surprised and don't know how to respond. you keep prying, teeth digging into the soft of his bottom lip and spencer starts nipping at you back, gentle like he always is.

it frustrates you, how hard it is to be frustrated at spencer. you pull away from him and spencer tilts his head curiously, lip shiny and eyes looking at you like he's never seen you before and he just looks so sweet, so innocent and eager, like a precious pup. you roll your eyes, swatting at his chest, annoyance and jealousy and anger evaporating from you like a cloud.

spencer licks his lips and you collapse back into him again, returning to the position you were before morgan so unmindfully interrupted your weekend. breaking bad continues to play on the tv. long limbs wraps around you and spencer presses a kiss in your hair.

"i'm not going tomorrow," he declares.

"you should," you say nonchalantly. you cuddle up closer to him, turning around until the both of your are facing each other, wiggling your way on top. you begin to trace stars on the exposed skin of his shoulder. "and maybe you should bring someone with you. just to act as a guard for future lila's. maybe you can introduce that person too," you flick your hair behind your back and shrugs at spencer's amused smile. "it's just a thought."

"okay," he says quietly, eyes so soft. "okay. who do you suggest i bring?"

"that's for you to figure out, doctor reid," you say flippantly, turning back to the tv. "now shush."

[clare-875]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do this cute idea, where The One Piece boys (Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Ace, Sabo, Law, and Kid) x female reader, but the reader is a short queen (shoutout to the short queens out there), like she has a petite and slender figure, a small chest size, and is 5'4 or below? How would the boys react? (It can either be them comforting her being self-conscious about her size or maybe some fluffy or comedic shenanigans, cutesy stuff, etc.)

Short & Sweet (Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law, Kid, Sabo)

_____ Pairings: Luffy x Reader; Sanji x Reader; Zoro x Reader; Ace x Reader; Law x Reader; Kid x Reader; Sabo x Reader Summary: Their reaction to having a small girlfriend Warnings: Fluff, some angst & comfort, Female Reader A/N: This was such a cute idea, I hope you like the fic! 🥰 [One Piece Masterlist] _____

- Luffy -

Luffy pays little mind to your shorter stature or petite figure, in fact, if you bring up to him that at times you felt insecure, he would be utterly confused. At the end of the day, to him, you were the woman he wanted by his side when he became the King of the Pirates; his Queen if you will. So it didn't matter your looks as much your devotion and compassion and love mattered to him. In fact, if you ask him specifically, he would realise how much he adores your smaller form.

You were so easy to cling to as he flung around islands for adventure, and the way you looked up to him every day brought forth a warm feeling inside of him. He always had the natural instinct to protect the crew and that extended especially to you, but he would never cease to be in utter awe at the sight of your strength in battle, deceiving your opponent with your image. He would almost look at you with pride and not waste a second to compliment you.

"Shi shi shi. [y/n], you're so cool!"

- Sanji -

Sanji thinks that you are just perfect. The way your smaller form clings to him when he embraces you, the way you look up to him with utter love in your eyes, the way you meld into him just right. In the kitchen, he may even purposefully put things on higher shelves just so he had the luxury of being chivalrous towards you. Although this got annoying at times and you had to tell him off, it was all good intentions. He wanted to dote on you and spoil you and adore you.

If you were ever insecure about your height or figure, he was quickly there to reassure you. It is almost to the point where you don't even have the time to be insecure because Sanji is screaming compliments to you every other moment of the day. His favourite moments would be spent in the kitchen with you sitting on the counter as he cooks. He would pass you different foods to try and you would never cease to stop his heart from pounding just at the sight of you.

"My love, you are too beautiful for my heart to bear!"

- Zoro -

Zoro again is someone who pays little mind to the stature of his partner. However, he couldn't deny that he simply adores the way you look up to him with your glistening eyes or the way your smaller form clings to him in the depths of the night. It is all he needs to breathe. You are so dependable and courageous even with your smaller stature that he is always proud to call you his partner. Zoro will never say it, but the first time he saw you in battle, your smaller form deadly as opponents fell like flies to your feet, he was in utter shock. He doesn't think he had loved someone more.

If you ever bring up your insecurities with him, he will look to you like you have lost your mind but in secret, he just doesn't know how you could ever feel that way, you were so perfect. Though he does not know comfort, he would surprise you with murmurs under his breath about how you are beautiful and flawless. In saying this, if Zoro knows that you do not mind, he is not above teasing you. He secretly adored the way you pout and cross your arms when you face away in mock annoyance at him, but it does nothing but reaffirm the fact that you were too pretty, even if your anger was pointed at him.

"You're fucking cute when you're mad babe."

- Ace -

Ace adores your smaller figure and he finds you the most adorable thing he has laid eyes on. At times you have to pry his warm hands away from you because he just adores the feeling of having you in his hold every moment of the day. The way he has to lean down to capture your lips. The way he holds your smaller hand within his in the dark night, tracing patterns on your soft skin. You were just perfect to the man, and he never ceased to tell you and show you just that.

If you bring up your insecurities, Ace will be shocked, and quite frankly disappointed in himself for not having noticed or reassured you earlier. He is quick to utter comforts and envelop you in the depths of his warm arms. His heat almost engulfs you because of your smaller form, but you secretly adore the sensation of just feeling him in times when your mind is not kind to you. He would caress your hair and litter kisses from your forehead to your lips.

"You're perfect love, just the way you are."

- Law -

When you first asked to join Law's crew, he couldn't lie, he was sceptical at first due to your smaller stature. Maybe concerned was a better word as he knew the toils that came with being a pirate at sea. However, when you had surprised him with your valour and strength, there was no question that you just had to join his adventure upon the sea. Now, he could not imagine being on his adventure without you. Your smaller hands that carve through his hair, the way you hold him before you sleep, the way you blush as you look up to him after he kisses you.

If you ever bring up insecurities about yourself and your image he will be quick to reassure you of how perfect you are to him. "But did you see Robin and Nami, they looked so-" He would interrupt before your pretty mind worries too much. "They're not you love." And he means his words. How could you ever doubt yourself when your figure is what fits just right to him as he embraces you. Your smaller hands caress his face so gently, he felt as though he did not deserve it. You never failed to get his heart rate to pick up. Even the crew looked in wonderment at how you could melt Law's walls so easily.

"You're too good to me love."

- Kid -

Kid would never be the type to admit it but he secretly adores you and your smaller form. It gives him such a strong feeling of wanting to protect you and wanting to dote on you that he struggles to maintain his stoic composure around you. When he first met you, you were confused as to why he seemed so angry to you - angrier than usual compared to how he treated other crewmembers. However, it is only later that you learn from Killer it is because Kid was so enamoured by you that he didn't know how to control that feeling.

Kid will always deny, but he adores the way you would cling to him in the depths of the night, or how you would hold your smaller hand in his. He adores your figure even more, so perfect to hold and to touch. If you bring up your concerns about your figure or stature to him, he will seethe and growl in complete denial. "What the fuck are you talking about?" But his strong facade will crumble if he sees you are actually insecure about your slim figure and your height. If the two of you are in a quiet space he will be quick to place you in his arms as though to hide you from the thoughts plaguing your mind.

"You're perfect, I'll fucking kill anyone who says otherwise."

- Sabo -

Sabo is also one to not mind the height or figure of a partner so much, but he adores your smaller form more than you could know. He is good at hiding the way his heart rate picks up like nothing else when you look up at him with your beautiful eyes. He has to stop himself from leaning down and pecking your lips right then and there. You were beautiful, strong, perfect, and his. What else could he ask for in his partner?

He adores comparing your hands to his and holding you to him, your head resting perfectly on his thrumming heart. His want to protect you in battle is strong, but his want to see you fight in battles brings forth an awe that is stronger. Sabo could never let you compare your figure to others or let your insecurities become too much to bear. To him, you were just perfect and he would always make sure to reassure you whenever you confided in him. He would caress you gently, murmuring comforts into the depths of your hair.

"You, my love, are beautiful. No one can compare to you"

[blossomthepinkbunny]

Hazbins bad character design

I feel like there is a definitive lack of varitey when it comes to the designs in HH as well as a problem of characters' designs not fitting them or what the show wants us to assume about them.

I've said it before and I'll say it again (like lots of other ppl already) but the designs in HH specifically mostly don't work. They're fine if you look at them disconnected from the show. Maybe as just random characters who don't really have to carry a show visually. But they don't work if you actually put them into context and into the background of Hazbin Hotel.

Obviously this stuff is very objective and if you do like the designs thats fine (which I shouldn't even have to say). Also I didn't study art or character design and I don't think you have to to be good at it/be able to form opinions on it and this is mostly just me compiling what I don't like while using some basic knowledge on how shapes, colours etc work.

(rant under the cut)

One problem I really have is, that as soon as you have a design there are immediate assumptions about the character. In the sense that if person A is very muscular and fights against person B, who is maybe slimmer or less buff, you would probably immediately assume that person A wins, atleast in physical combat. Whereas person B would probably be the assumed winner in a stretching or flexibility competition. Often characters are designed with these assumptions in mind. Muscle, height, weight, age, clothes etc. give way into assuming stuff about people, their condition, lifestyle or personality.

The expectations that are set up by the design choices are usually either picked to genuinely represent something about a character or to be subverted and shock/confuse the audience.

Like how a lot of fighting types in Pokémon will either be more muscular or have other details relating to certain fighting styles/sports and the fairy types are usually pinkish, fluffy and cutesy. Because these elements are something typically associated with these types and when we look at them we can pretty easily tell which type they're supposed to be.

Otherwise, Monster girl from Invincible is drawn as a twelve year old girl, so it subverts expectations when she turns into a big green monster and generally doesn't stray away from violence, because it's something you wouldn't have assumed about her from her appearance.

In Hazbin Hotel most of the time the character designs don't necessarily fit what they're supposed to be and they also don't use the other design choices as subversion (the one that would probably count here is Nifty with looking and acting very childlike usually but then also acting violent/crazy sometimes).

The first thing would probably be that characters don't look their age mostly.

Charlie and Valeria (Vaggie, but I really don't wanna keep calling her that so she gets a new name) look fine as they're supposed to be around 20. Rosie and Carmilla also look alright for what we can assume their ages are supposed to be. But Alastor is in his 30s or 40s (what it says on the fandom wiki) and he looks around 20 as well. The same thing goes for Lucifer. He looks so young that he could also count as just Charlies brother or friend rather than her dad, because he doesn't look like he could be the dad of a 20 year old. This makes the song "Hell's Greatest Dad" a bit awkward because these men are singing/competing about who is better as Charlies father but they don't look a day older than her. Husk also looks way too young for someone in his 60s-70s (again from the wiki).

The body types being all the same also doesn't help.

Mimzy and Adam are pretty much the only more relevant characters who aren't like all the others in terms of body shape. All the other relevant women in the show have a tiny waist and either big boobs/big hips or just a slimmer build in general. All the men have thin waists and then broader shoulders.

And for some characters it makes sense. Like Angel is really flexible and his more lanky body fits with being a spider. But why are Lucifer and Valentino like that? Other than the fact that Viv doesn't like drawing muscles there is really no reason for them too being build like every other skinny man there. Valentino is supposed to be intimidating not just by how he acts but physically too. He seemingly has a bit more muscle than others but his arms are still super thin and look like they could snap if I look at them wrong. I'm not trying to say that abusers all have to be buff, but simply from a design perspective the scenes with him would be a lot more effective if we saw him actually have a big physical advantage over Angel and others, even when he isn't necessarily threatening them. As soon as he comes on screen, we could see him as a much more intimidating presence, especially when all the other characters look like sticks. Or they could make it so, that he hides his muscles under his coat and when we get the reveal of him actually removing it, it's more shocking and immediately makes the situation more tense.

Lucifer could've had a more confident frame as well. He's the king of hell and the strongest being in hell, so just for the diversity I would give him some muscles too. Husk is also super skinny and for someone who only sits around and drinks alcohol all day, he should definitely have a beer belly (please I swear to god I wanna see more men with bellies, Mammon was great). Also for Valeria and Lute and pretty much all the Angels I don't get why they wouldn't be more buff either. Valeria is a fighter, she's Charlies bodyguard but she looks like all of the other women there. It's stated that Angels fight so wild because they don't know they could get hurt. And while I know that the Angels can really only get hurt by angelic weapons, having this whole reveal that they can be injured would've definitely suprised me more, if they actually looked like they couldn't be injured in the first place. But then again, Valeria looks like her arms would break as soon as a breeze hits them too hard. In some episodes her thighs look a bit more muscular, but not notably and she also doesn't fight using her legs (like Carmilla) so only her thighs being bigger sort of doesn't make sense. In general, she or Lute don't show any difference to the women who aren't physical fighters. And obviously just to have a more interesting show to look at, including different body types would do a great job at making these characters stand apart from eachother more.

While we're on the topic of diversity, another obvious thing that makes the characters redundant and borig (sometimes ugly too) is the reused colour pallette. Colour coding is probably one of the easiest things when talking about character designs and it's something atleast Helluva Boss understands.

What effect warm/cold tones have or what feelings we associate with different colours is a great way to bring stuff about characters across without being too on the nose. Obviously colour can also be used to either connect characters or to make them very distinct. Shape language also plays into that of course. In Inside Out the emotions are mostly characterized by their respective colour and by their distinct shapes.

Joy = yellow (bright colour often associated with the sun/light)

Sadness = blue (cold colour often associated with tears/rain)

Anger = red (very strong colour with aggressive association with fire or when someone turns red because of anger)

Fear = purple (light colour here, mix between red and blue as fear often falls into a more angry or sad feeling)

Disgust = green (colour of most dirt or puke or other stuff people usually see as gross)

Or in a show like Bluey, where different patterns, shapes and colours show the breed of the dog and also how characters might be related to eachother (same breed/mix of breed = usually related).

Or how colours can be used as lighting effects to create cool shots when the colour pallette changes all of a sudden. In JJBA these changes happen often when someone is in distress or unsure of themselves. Also in tense moments to make them seem more exciting and interesting.

Hazbin Hotel has very limited range when it comes to the colours of the main cast. All of them feature some form of red and that usually in combination with black or white (if they aren't just purely red like Alastor or Rosie). This makes them not stand out from eachother and creates very similar colour pallettes which get boring once you've seen them repeated over and over again. It also makes the visual connection between characters who are actually related (like Charlie and Lucifer) a lot less strong because so many characters share similarities already.

Also they just hurt to look at sometimes because the background is mostly red as well and with a lot of them being very overly detailed. People have also spoken before about the show being pretty inaccessible for colour blind/vision impared people due to these issues with the colour.

And now you might say that it's hell and therefore it makes sense for all of them and the background to be red. But firstly, I don't think that there is a definitive source which decides that hell is red and can only be shown/interpreted as red. And also there is another show, also set in hell which actually does a much better job at that and actually shows different colours in hell. Like in Helluva Boss the rings are all colour coded.

And I know, that HH plays in the pride ring fully, but imagine how cool it would've been to see sinners have colours similar to the sin(s) they committed. This could lead to them looking distinct from eachother and the background and would also lead to us being able to assume stuff about them, if we're familiar with the colour coding. In "Hell's Greatest Dad" they do a fun colour change with different light and it's really refreshing and I just wanted to see more variety like that (of course I kinda get that the colour changing isn't really part of the shows design but it was pretty cool to see in that song).

There also is the issue with characters that are supposed to be animal-like sinners not looking like the animal they apparently take inspiration from. The thing is that the animal/object parts don't necessarily have to be visible to understand a character. But in the show, how sinners look in hell is often influenced by their life on earth. Vox's head being a TV is because he was a Tv-show host when he was alive. Nifty also is supposedly a bug, which makes sense because she hates bugs and probably hated them in real life too. But that is where it would be great to actually have Nifty resemble a bug, instead she has no features of one and just looks like a regular humanoid sinner. The same thing happens with Alastor being a deer, Valeria a moth, Charlie goat-like and Angel a spider (also Mimzy is apparently based off of a chicken). Like I said, the animal inspiration isn't essential to the characters, but emphasizing these design elements could help the characters stand out instead of them all just looking like sort of human characters. Sir pentious and Husk work the best in terms of presenting their animal inspiration (though pretty much everything else about Husks design sucks ass).

And then there are complaints about the characters that are supposed to be people of colour not having any features that resemble their race. It's just a bit weird when a mostly humanoid sinner doesn't really seem to resemble how the person looked in real life. Black characters have really desaturated and sometimes just straight up grey skin in HH. Alastor is probably the most egregious in that regard, but also Emily has just light blueish gray skin and no textured hair or other black features like the nose or lips or palms. Velvette and Sera have darker skin but also no other features (except for when we see Velvette's natural hair texture in like one shot at the end of the season). I know there are other things wrong with how Voodoo is presented in HH or with Mimzy's design often being seen as a jewish caricature, but I don't wanna focus on that fully, because I feel like there are people better suited for talking about that (black people or jewish people ofc).

In general HH is a show with pretty bad designs (imo). That's actually a thing I prefer about Helluva Boss, because there the designs are mostly okay or actually sometimes pretty good. Striker is probably my favourite design in both shows (he reminds me of Dillon and that's cool).

I like Mammon, Asmodeus, Octavia and Loona as well. I would still probably change a bunch if I were to redesing the HB cast but they overall look more solid than the HH cast.

This was another post which pretty quickly became an excuse to talk about other media I enjoy. I might do that more often, because comparing elements of HH or HB to other stuff makes it kinda easier to articulate my feelings. Also just because I enjoy talking about other stuff too.

[mrshesh]

I loved your Johnny Cage intros, could you possibly do another between him and a significant other? Maybe more domestic like? Like some “loser does the dishes” type cutesy stuff? Love your work!

johnny cage intros - domestic edition!

overview: intros the reader could have with johnny cage - domestic edition!

pairing: johnny cage x gender neutral reader, romantic

genre: fluff

a/n: hi anon! i love all the johnny cage requests I'm getting. he's a fun character to write for. thanks for requesting. i hope you love it!

(Y/N): Did you break the vacuum cleaner again?

Johnny Cage: Sorry…

(Y/N): This is why I’m always on vacuum duty. 

Johnny Cage: Do I let you win, or do I sleep on the couch? 

(Y/N): For that, you’re sleeping on the couch either way. 

Johnny Cage: Can I at least get the fluffy blanket? Please?

(Y/N): You made the bed before this, right? 

Johnny Cage: Why? Did we get too wild last night? 

(Y/N): Good lord.

(Y/N): Where’s your ring, babe?

Johnny Cage: I don’t wanna break your pretty face with it. 

(Y/N): That’s sweet. You’re not getting that privilege from me, though. 

Johnny Cage: Let’s get matching tattoos!

(Y/N): What if we get divo-

Johnny Cage: Don’t! No, we’re not. 

(I had to add this one. Your example was too good!)

(Y/N): I’m winning this. Easy.

Johnny Cage: Wanna bet on that, sweetheart?

(Y/N): Loser does the dishes. 

Johnny Cage: What’s up with the expensive ass water bill this month?

(Y/N): Unless you wanna stop practicing your acting in the shower, don’t complain. 

Johnny Cage: But that’s the best part of my shower!

(Y/N): The vacuum isn’t working again. 

Johnny Cage: I promise it isn’t my fault this time! I promise!

(Y/N): I think I’ve traumatized you… 

(Y/N): Thank you for cleaning the house before this.

Johnny Cage: I’m such a good cleaner. 

(Y/N): You should consider a career change. 

Johnny Cage: You should let me cook for you more often, honey. 

(Y/N): Well… uhh…

Johnny Cage: I’m that bad of a cook?

🏷️@bluntsandblondes

[goldfades]

here’s a few thoughts I’ve come up with

-thinking about more mic’d up clips of manager going viral 😭 she’s worse than Paige and Geno combined when it comes to having “civil” conversations with the refs, going absolutely ballistic when she disagrees with a call

-we all know the whole team runs up managers blood pressure 24/7 but I know for a fact manager never ever gets annoyed with Azzi - manager adores Azzi and literally lights up when Azzi comes into her office or when she gets in the car after manager picks up the girls to go to a team dinner - the rest of the girls (mostly Paige) give manager so much shit for it, saying stuff like “look at how her eyes lit up when she got here” or “how come you get annoyed when I do something but Azzi gets away with it?”

-another person manager relies on very heavily is caroline. we know caroline actually has a heart of gold and is basically the mother of the team. manager and caroline do literally everything together, like tending to Paige when she had her injury (Carol stayed with Paige on campus when she easily could’ve gone home)

-I’d also just love some cutesy fluffy moments between manager and P hehe (whatever ur genius little brain can think of)

here’s my take -- i’m OBSESSED with these thoughts btw:

mic’d up manager: oh, 1000%. manager on the sidelines mic’d up is prime entertainment. like, she’s got the sass of paige, the volume of geno, and the sheer determination to make her point known. the refs don’t stand a chance when she disagrees with a call. the team loves it because she’s usually so composed, but the second she’s mic’d up and fired up? instant viral clip. she probably has a moment like, “oh, i’m the problem? maybe you should open your eyes next time.” then immediately regrets it when the clip makes rounds on social media. 😭

manager & azzi: you’re so right—manager has a huge soft spot for azzi, and it’s SO obvious. azzi’s calm, grounded energy is a perfect counterbalance to manager’s stress, and the way manager lights up when azzi shows up? priceless. the girls tease her nonstop about it too—especially paige, who’s like, “oh, so azzi can spill gatorade on the court and you just smile, but when i do it, it’s a federal offense?” azzi just laughs it off, completely unbothered, while manager tries (and fails) to defend herself.

manager & caroline: the mother-daughter vibes between manager and caroline are so real. caroline is manager’s go-to for literally everything, and they make such a good team because caroline just gets it. especially during paige’s injury—caroline staying back to help, while manager is pulling double duty between the team and making sure paige is okay? that’s love right there. they probably have those quiet moments where they’re catching their breath together after a long day, sharing snacks, and just being.

fluffy manager & paige moments: okay, listen. paige thrives on flustering manager, and her go-to is sneaking up behind manager in the gym, wrapping her arms around her, and going, “you look so cute when you’re stressed, princess.” manager pretends to be annoyed, but the red creeping up her neck says otherwise. also, paige is the type to randomly ft manager while she’s on the road and just talk about the most random things like, “babe, i saw this dog today, and it reminded me of you.” manager is like, “you mean because it was cute?” and paige grins, “nah, because it looked like it was done with everyone’s BS.”

oh, and paige 100% has a playlist she made for manager labeled “for my girl” that she refuses to share with anyone else. manager listens to it every time she’s missing paige on road trips, and it’s a mix of their songs and stuff paige thinks would make her laugh. the softest 😭

[blueraineshadows]

Darlinggg, I’m desperate for some fluffy, soft Sebastian, maybe it’s the weekend and Seb and MC stayed in the RoR overnight so they’re just chilling in bed and they have like the softest s*x ever like their hands are intwined together, their bodies are so close and pressed up against each other, their breaths and moans are in each other’s ears and mouths and then they discuss their plans for the day, just doing cutesy stuff together and maybe in the evening they hang out with their friends and they’re all like “GET A ROOM” but they’re just so completely and utterly in love with each other they don’t give a damn what their friends say even though their friends are really happy for them… 🥹🩵

This is a yummy Ask 🥰 This is off the charts fluff! (With a dash of spice - it is Sebastian after all)

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC ❤️🔥

She was hot. She blinked and opened her eyes sleepily, her face pressed close to the smooth expanse of a freckled back. She shifted, sliding a leg out from the under the blanket, the cooler air of the room washing over her skin.

Sebastian was still asleep, the steady pace of his breathing the only sound in the room. The fire had died down in the fireplace, and they were secluded away in her bedroom inside the Room of Requirement. The only light was the soft glow of dawn filtering through the window.

MC stretched luxuriously, her muscles protesting after the work out Sebastian had put her through last night. She grinned, savouring the ache in places she didn't even know she had muscles.

Her gaze fell to his back, peeking under the blanket to travel down to the jut of his hip bones. There were red finger marks scored there and she bit her lip. Things had been rather heated last night between them.

Moving carefully, MC slipped from the bed, still naked, and tiptoed across to a table where a pitcher of water stood. She poured some into a goblet, leaning her hips back against the table to watch him sleep as she sipped.

His hair was rumpled, dark against the white of the pillow. His lips were slightly parted, relaxed, his face smooth and peaceful. She smiled, admiring the thick curve of his eyelashes, knowing the warmth of mischievous, brown eyes that lay hidden beneath.

She swallowed thickly, her brow creasing with powerful emotion as she gazed upon him, this man in her bed. Merlin, how she loved him.

It chilled to her think how she could have lost him back in 5th year. How they would have missed out on everything they had shared ever since. Soon, they would be graduating, moving on to their fully adult lives. Knowing he would be beside her made it seem less scary.

Missing the warmth of him already, she put down her goblet, and padded softly back to the bed. Rather than curl up back where she had been, she lifted the blanket and climbed in to face him. He stirred at the movement, rubbing his face into the pillow and automatically reaching out an arm to scoop her in close. He didn't open his eyes, but his lips curved upwards as she snuggled into his embrace.

Her nose was against the hollow of his throat, she grazed the tip of it against his skin, inhaling gently. The scent of him was familiar, safe, utterly addictive. Her lips parted and her breath fanned against his collar bone. She felt the warmth unfurl outwards from her core. She couldn't imagine a time where she wouldn't want him.

Softly, the most gentle of touches, she pressed her lips into the hollow of his throat. A kiss of reverence, a precious show of her heart. It wasn't enough.

Her mouth moved, inch by inch, tasting his skin with soft kisses. She shifted, moving higher to press her love against his jaw, the slightest show of morning stubble grazing the soft tenderness of her lips. She brushed her lips from side to side, the gentle scratch sending tingles of fire on her sensitive mouth.

A low hum of appreciation sounded in his throat and he smoothed a hand up her back, his fingers teasing at her neck before twisting gently into her tousled hair. She looked up at him but his eyes were still closed.

"Don't stop," he whispered. "That feels nice."

She smiled. Her lips found an ear lobe, her teeth grazing ever so slightly before she kissed beneath it, her nose tickled by his hair. She moved to his ear itself, her slow, even breaths grazing the sensitive shell. She felt him shiver, her hand smoothing up his arm and feeling the goosebumps she had awoken.

She whispered into his ear. "I love you."

The hand curled in her hair at the nape of her neck tightened. He tugged her head back slightly to look at her, his eyes now open, sleepy and beyond adorable. He smirked. "Damn right, you love me."

She huffed a small laugh and pressed the tip of her nose to his. "I mean it," she said. Her eyes burned into his. "Loving you compares to nothing else. It will always be you."

The smirk slid from his lips, his hand coming to cup her face, his thumb grazing across her cheekbone. His eyes grew serious, the depths filled with an emotion that stole the air from her lungs. It was powerful, like the whole world outside this room had vanished. It was them, only them, and that was all that mattered. "I love you too," he rasped.

It was almost too much, how strong the connection was. She pressed her mouth against his, seeking a way to release the feeling in her chest. They kissed, slowly, deeply. His tongue slid so softly against hers she was practically melting under the torturous need it conjured.

She pushed a hand against his shoulder, rolling him to his back, and climbed on top of him. He brushed the hair back from her face, their lips hungry for each other. But it wasn't like last night, this was different. This time it wasn't a desperate need, it was like worship.

When Sebastian broke the kiss for a breath, the warmth of his lungs expelled into her mouth and it was like giving her life. He was her life. Her everything.

His touch inspired fire under her skin, her hips grinding instinctively against him, the swell of his arousal making her breath come a little faster, her lungs aching to breathe him in.

The natural joining of their bodies made her moan, the thick slide of him, grinding deep into the most secret parts of her, made her head tilt back, lips parted. His hands smoothed over her breasts, his lidded eyes roving over skin he knew so well, but still craved to explore.

She rolled her hips, stretching around him, her movement slow, reverent. Her ears were filled with the sounds he made, his pleasure her reward. She looked down at him, catching his gaze, she wanted him to see her. His hands caught hers, their eyes locked as he linked their fingers, holding on to each other as she moved above him.

Sebastian's lips had never looked so kissable, damp and parted, the sounds coming from them making her heat coil tighter. She angled her hips, sliding for longer, rocking slightly to tease his tip. His hips flexed, his eyes squeezing shut, a curse spilling from his mouth.

His need got the better of him and he flipped her, her hair spreading out across the bed, his hand sliding with hers above her head. He kissed her, slow, hungry, and then he began to thrust. Slow, long, deep thrusts, her hips tilting to meet him, a rhythm building to match the fire.

When MC hit the edge, her mind spun, legs trembling, a cry leaving her lips, the shudder of his own release joining hers. Panting, he pressed his forehead to hers, needing that contact with her. There was no need for words. Their bodies had said it all.

....*....

Bathed, dressed, and eating from a plate on her lap, she met his gaze. He smiled, eating from his own plate. If only they could stay in this bubble forever.

They cleaned up, and MC began to tidy up the books scattered on the table top. Sebastian caught her hand and pulled her to his chest, he pulled out his wand and flicked it towards the gramophone in the corner. The soft melody of the cylinder began to fill the room. "Dance with me," he said.

She giggled and let him twirl her around, his hand seeking out the small of her back. She smiled up at him. "What shall we do for the rest of the day?"

He quirked his eyebrows and placed a kiss on her lips. "Plenty of these," he murmured against her mouth. He kissed her again.

They moved across the carpet, bodies so in tune, their movements fluid. It was like this when they were duelling, when they took to their bed, two halves of a whole meeting in harmony.

The rest of their day was spent with meaningless tasks, just time spent in each other's company without the pressure of the school day. Of course, Sebastian claimed his kisses, and she gave them willingly.

Later, as evening moved into twilight, they met with their friends, leaving the comfort of their bubble to touch the outside world for a bit. It was good to laugh, tease and joke, enjoy their friendships with people who would soon drift off into their own adult lives too.

MC glanced across at Sebastian, a smile shared between them. She moved to sit with him, their fingers seeking each other out, linking together. She leant her head on his shoulder and felt his lips on her hair.

Poppy caught her eye and grinned. "You two are so cute," she sighed.

Sebastian held her closer, his lips moving to her cheek. The others groaned and Garreth gave Sebastian's shoulder a playful dig. "Bloody hell, get a room."

MC looked up at Sebastian, their eyes meeting. They already had a room, a secret shared, and they would most definitely be returning there tonight. Their friends could make digs all they wanted. She wasn't going to stop appreciating what she had.

....*....

Many years later, when the grey was beginning to show in her hair, and her children were grown, MC would often think back to those days in the Room of Requirement. The memory of that morning, when the dawn light had fell softly on Sebastian sleeping, and she had gone to him, feeling that love for him in her chest. She had known then, that day, that it would be forever.

Sitting in her chair by the fire, her knitting in her lap, her husband in the chair opposite, dozing with the newspaper slipping from his lap, she knew she had been given a blessed life.

It had started with chaos, battles and shadows of dark magic, but out of that had come her love for him. Sebastian had given her a life she had thought existed in dreams, and for that she would always be thankful.

The sunlight filtered through the window, the glow of it warm on his face. His face may have aged, but she still loved to see the peacefulness of him in his sleep. She set her knitting aside, and got up, moving to put a hand on his shoulder. He blinked and looked up at her, those eyes still warm and mischievous. "Everything alright, my love?" He asked.

She smiled. "Fancy a cuppa? I'm about to put the kettle on."

"It's like you read my mind," he said. He patted her hand with his.

She moved to make the tea, a smile on her lips, and he rustled the newspaper, adjusting the pages. Two people, comfortable in their little bubble, two halves of a whole living in harmony.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

PLEASE I need more punknoir headcanons if you have any I LOVE these I LOVE those two <333

(If youre comfortable with it any first kiss HCs?? I would LOVE to see your thoughts)

Oh I HAVE SO MANY SO MANY CUTESY STUFF and also I do have a First Kiss HC!! But this is long as hell so I'll probably post that set of HC next!

Thanks for this :) !

A LONG-ASS LIST OF FLUFFY-ASS PUNKNOIR HEADCANONS

Peter is actually REALLY good at rubix cubes now, especially after Gwen introduced him to speed-solving. He does it as a (slightly-nervous) habit now

Since the rubix cube was invented in 1974 - and Hobie is from 1978 canonically - he is ALWAYS picking up new ones and new designs from his universe to give to Peter

Peter loves them a lot and always keeps one on him, just for boredoms sake

Hobie always chuckles when he hears the sound of Peter clicking away on his rubix cube in the next room

They're both HARDCORE night owls

It's never really 'sunny' in either of their universes, because - one is noir and the other is London

But even then, they like to stay sleep in when they can, and Hobie will keep Peter in bed as long as possible, panda-hugging him like a sloth in the mornings

Their love language is sharing things - it's like words of encouragement, acts of service, and receiving gifts all in one

Hobie and Noir aren't the type to buy many things, or need anything to be brand-new, so books become their way of being with each other always

Noir likes to scribble neat notes in the margin in grey pencil, while Hobie covers his in bright post-its covered in sharpie and hi-lighter.

They've read each of each other's favorites, and always treat each other's books with care. Hobie introduces Peter to so many newer publications his world doesn't have yet, meanwhile Peter finds Hobie the best out-of-print or even non-destroyed books, copies that were destroyed in facist book-burnings in Hobie's world.

They kinda have an anarchist collection and archive at Peter's place

Being with Noir is one of the only times Hobie is super quiet

Hobie loves to listen to the rain at Peter's place, or listening to the scratchy 30's radio playing in the next room. He loves closing his eyes to the crackle of Noir's vinyls, or the sound of Peter typing away on his typewriter as Hobie lays on the couch

Even when Noir is at his place, it's a peaceful kinda quiet

Hobie lives on a canal-boat, so no rent, and no landlord, which Peter loves. And on foggier London nights, he and Peter can float the boat out on the river, sitting in the fog together

Hobie introduces Peter to a lot of new music

His favorite in Hobie's collection is Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, and any other operatic, classical style rock.

They're pretty low-key about their relationship. They're not hiding it, they're just not that big on PDA outside of hand-holding and cheek kisses

But they're still very intimate in public in a different way. Hobie and Peter always asks each other for their opinion in front of others. Peter is always acting chivalrous towards Hobie, and Hobie always speaks highly of Peter.

They may not be making out in public, but their own version of PDA could be just as subtle and sweet, even down to Peter adjusting Hobie's pins, making sure the words are facing up

Or Hobie flicking a piece of colored lint off of Noir, or leaving small bright, collage-style origami for him

It take's Gwen maybe a couple weeks to catch on

She can tell Peter and Hobie are like IN SYNC, like spot on with each other. And that they crash at each others places a lot, but she figures maybe they're just planning some anarchist stuff together

Besides, Noir isn't all that romantic - especially compared to other Peters. He and Felicia don't have that complicated history, and MJ is a friend (i think). So it doesn't really occur to her

Until one day her, Hobie, and Noir are hanging out at Hobie's place and she notices Noir already knows where everything is

Noir knows exactly how Hobie likes his records to be put back, or how much sugar Hobie likes in his coffee and tea

And she's like 'lol u guys are like soulmates'

and Hobie just goes 'glad u noticed.'

and Gwens like 'WAIT'

Peter unironically calls Hobie his 'lover'

Hobie ironically and teasingly calls Peter his 'lover' (he usually sticks with partner, but often goes with boyfriend if he knows it'll get a reaction *ahem* Miguel *ahem*)

They bond over the mutal feeling of 'what the fuck is this technology bullshit' A LOT

Neither one has a proper smartphone (ever since they learned about Siri they call phones wiretaps)

Noir only uses a typewriter and says screens hurt his eyes and the most technologically advanced thing Hobie with entertain is an arcade cabinet or MAYBE a Playstation 1.

But Peter also likes having Hobie explain things to him

Simple things even. SO many times people tell Peter what happens in WW2 in their worlds. It's..not fun to say the least

He likes sitting around, listening to Hobie explain things like the best movies from the 60's, or the best color TV shows

They have a date-night tradition where they try out something 'modern' (aka 1970-2023) and rate it, then write it down somewhere

So far, they both really like the Exorcist. Watching to together for the first time was one of the best dates they've had

(Imagine being from 1933 and watching the Exorcist with no prior context wouldn't that be wild)

Their apartments look SO COOL now that they're together!!

Noir's black and white apartment, covered in shadows and bright pop art posters. Hobie's bedroom half desaturated, half covered in zines and supplies for protests

You know how in old cartoons there's the trope of a dude in a trench-coat and when he opens it it's full of watches as stuff - Noir's coat is like that, but with patches

And Hobie will take newpaper clippings from Peter's Bugle and use them in art and collages because Peter's writing inspires him a lot

He'll use slogans from Peter's writings in his protest art, and use Peter's melodramatic sayings in his song lyrics

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(once again not proofread because my brain dont do that sorry for typos i do be like that sometimes)

if you made it this far - thxs and i hope you have a rad day

[oldiesstationlover11607]

heyyyy 😋😋

as promised, i am back with a new halloween idea since the last one was SO STINKIN CUTEEEE

so im thinking RAB tyler x reader at a halloween party! like stereotypical-college halloween-frat-party type scene. (maybe reader and tyler coincidentally showed up in matching costumes lol)

tyler and reader arrived separately, but they both go to Ohio State Uni and have some classes together, so they've seen each other around. which is why they're immediately taking refuge in each other's company the wholee time. theyve both been abandoned by the friends that dragged them to that god forsaken party in the first place, and neither of them are drinking or smoking or anything, and the music sucks.

flirty banter ensuesss

and i know youve been experimenting with smut, SO i'll let you take the reins on this one a bit more.

either tyler and reader forget to leave room for jesus during the party and decide to take refuge in a bedroom together (smirk)

orrr tyler shows reader his music and they go back to his studio together for a cutesy, fluffy, musical bonding moment

can't wait to see how it comes out!!!

take care of yourself!! 🫶🏼

🕸🕸🕸🕸

Ghostbuster - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: None lol - no smut bc i wanted to keep it cute

Word Count: 2019

A/N: I literally cannot wait for this vampire fic i've got planned and this was a great warm up! keep requesting halloween stuff before it's too late!!

It was one of those chaotic nights at Ohio State in October, Halloween parties scattered across campus. But somehow, I found myself at one of the bigger and louder parties–something high school senior me would never have imagined. It was the kind of party where I’d expected to be hanging out with my friends and having a good time. But no one told me that my so-called friends would ditch me the moment they saw a dance floor crowded with zombies and vampires–though I wasn’t too surprised, vampires were the best dancers. 

I stood at the edge of the main room, arms crossed, trying not to visibly cringe at the music blaring old viral hits. The bass rattled my bones, a thudding pulse that did nothing to improve my mood. My favorite holiday was turning out to be a bust despite the amazing modern queen of hearts rocker costume I’d thrown together. I was so proud of it but none of my friends understood the reference.

I was mentally debating whether I could sneak out without anyone noticing when I spotted him. Tyler. I’d seen him around campus and in a couple of my english classes despite campus being big. He was quiet, didn’t talk much, but there was something about him that always intrigued me. Maybe it was the fact that he was always scribbling in that notebook of his, or the way he seemed to get lost in thought even when the professor was droning on about literary theory. He was standing awkwardly by a wall across the room, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt. He was dressed as a Ghostbuster, of all things, and somehow the outfit looked just right on him—oversized jumpsuit, clunky proton pack, and a slightly bewildered expression like he’d rather be anywhere else. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Tyler, in his quiet, introverted glory, standing amidst the chaos of a college Halloween party, looked almost comically out of place.

I hesitated, debating whether I should go talk to him. We’d only ever exchanged a few words in class, the typical “do you have the notes?” or “what did you think of that reading?” kind of conversations. But something in me felt drawn to him tonight, maybe because I knew exactly how he felt—trapped in a place where we didn’t belong, surrounded by people who didn’t really see us.

Before I could second-guess myself, I started making my way over, weaving through a mess of slutty witches. When I reached him, he looked up, his brown eyes wide with mild surprise.

“Hey,” I said, trying not to sound as awkward as I felt. “Busting ghosts solo tonight?”

His lips twitched into a small smile. “Yeah, you know, it’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.”

I laughed, the sound bright and unexpected, even to me. “Well, you’re doing a great job standing guard by this wall. Any ghost sightings yet?”

“Not yet,” he said, leaning back slightly as if relaxing in my presence. “But I’m staying vigilant.”

“Good call.” I tilted my head, giving him an exaggerated once-over. “Love the costume, by the way. You went all out.”

He looked down at himself, shrugging with a bashful smile. “It was either this or going as a sad college student who got dragged to a party he didn’t want to go to .”

I chuckled. “That’s a little too real. Ghostbuster is a better choice.”

“And you’re the, uh, Queen of Hearts?” he asked, his gaze drifting over my costume. “But... cooler. More punk.”

“Exactly!” I said, a grin spreading across my face. “You’re the first person to get that all night.”

He smirked, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have an appreciation for good costumes. And you definitely pull it off.”

“Thanks.” We stood there for a second, just smiling at each other, the noise of the party fading into the background. It felt... easy, natural, even though we barely knew each other. And then a thought struck me, and I couldn’t help but blurt it out.

“Hey, this is going to sound crazy, but... want to get out of here?”

His eyebrows shot up. “Like... leave?”

“Yeah.” I gestured around at the rowdy crowd and pulsing lights. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not exactly having the time of my life here. We could— I don’t know, grab a coffee or just go for a walk. Somewhere quieter?”

Tyler hesitated, glancing around as if weighing his options. Then he looked back at me, something softening in his gaze. “You know what? Yeah. Let’s do it.”

A few minutes later, we were outside, the crisp autumn air biting at our skin as we stepped away from the thumping bass of the party. The street was lined with other groups of costumed students milling about, some shouting and laughing, others huddled together in quieter conversations. But for the first time all night, I felt like I could breathe.

Tyler walked beside me, hands shoved into his pockets, the plastic proton pack bouncing lightly against his back. We didn’t say much at first, just strolled aimlessly through the leaf-covered streets, the noise of the party fading behind us. After a few blocks, we found ourselves at a small park tucked away between campus buildings, its winding paths lit by dim streetlights and the faint glow of jack-o’-lanterns set out along the walkway.

“Wow, this place is cute,” I murmured, taking in the rows of glowing pumpkins and the few scattered benches. “Never knew it was here.”

“Me neither,” Tyler said softly, his gaze sweeping over the scene. “I guess we’re both discovering new things tonight.”

We wandered over to a bench near the center, where a particularly intricate pumpkin carving of a haunted house flickered softly. Tyler glanced at it, then looked at me, a curious smile on his lips.

“So, what made you pick the Queen of Hearts? You don’t seem like the ‘off with their heads’ type.”

I laughed, sitting down on the bench and crossing my legs. “It’s more about the aesthetic. I wanted something bold, something that stood out, but with a twist. Plus, I had to wear a crown at some point in my life, right?”

“Right.” He nodded seriously, but his eyes were sparkling with humor. “And you look good in one.”

“Thank you,” I said, tipping my imaginary crown at him. “Now, what about you Mr Buster? I mean, besides the obvious ‘saving the world’ angle.”

He shrugged, settling beside me on the bench. “I like old movies. The classics. Ghostbusters just felt... I don’t know, nostalgic? Plus, I already had the jumpsuit from last year.”

“Recycling costumes?” I teased. “I’m not sure if that’s very ‘heroic’ of you.”

“Heroes have to be practical, too.” He grinned, then looked down at his hands, which were resting on his knees. “Honestly, I just didn’t want to be something flashy. I’m not really a... center-of-attention kind of guy.”

I nodded slowly, understanding more than I expected to. “No, I get that. But still, you came out tonight. That’s more than a lot of people would do.”

“Yeah, well.” He looked up at me, his expression thoughtful. “Maybe it wasn’t a total waste.”

The way he said it, so quietly, made my heart skip a beat. I swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous in a way I hadn’t been before. This was more than just two classmates killing time together. There was something here, something I wanted to explore, even if it scared me a little.

“So, what do you usually do, if not parties?” I asked, shifting the conversation slightly to steady myself.

Tyler leaned back, his gaze turning distant for a moment. “I, uh... I spend a lot of time making music. Writing songs, recording. It’s kind of my escape, I guess.”

I perked up, curiosity sparking. “Really? That’s awesome. I always wondered what you were scribbling in that notebook during class.”

He smiled, a little sheepishly. “Yeah, it’s mostly lyrics. Stuff I don’t really show people.”

“Can I hear some of it?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, but I didn’t want to take it back.

Tyler looked at me, eyes wide, then glanced away, biting his lip. “Maybe. I mean, if you want to. My studio’s not far from here.”

My heart jumped. Studio? “You have a studio?”

“More like a basement with some equipment,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But... yeah. I could show you, if you’re interested.”

I didn’t even hesitate. “I’d love that.”

The “studio” turned out to be in the basement of an off-campus house Tyler shared with a couple of other music majors. The room was small but packed with gear—guitars leaning against the walls, a keyboard set up in one corner, and a laptop surrounded by mics and cables on a desk covered in sheets of scribbled lyrics. It smelled faintly of old books and coffee, and it was a little messy, but it was cozy, too. I could see pieces of Tyler in every corner.

“Sorry, it’s kind of... chaotic,” he said, glancing around with an embarrassed smile.

“I like it,” I said honestly, stepping further inside and taking it all in. “Feels... lived in.”

Tyler relaxed a little, moving over to his computer and opening up a file. The sound filled the small space like magic. Then he glanced up at me, his expression shy but open.

“Mind you this is super rough, and I–”

“It’s good,” I interrupted and he nodded, smiling to himself. 

His voice, soft and warm, filled the room, and the melody wrapped around me like magic. The song was raw, beautiful, and filled with a mix of longing and hope. As he sang, I felt like I was seeing a side of him that no one else had—the real Tyler, not the quiet guy from class.

When the last note faded into the air, I just stared at him, completely speechless.

“That was incredible,” I finally managed, my voice full of awe.

He ducked his head, a blush creeping up his cheeks. ���Thanks. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”

“I did. I definitely did.”

He looked up at me, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. For a moment, we just sat there, grinning at each other. Then, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need filling with words. It felt... nice.

Tyler scratched the back of his neck, glancing at me shyly. “So, um... I know it’s getting kind of late, but... if you don’t want to go back yet, you could stay a bit longer? We could, like, listen to more music or just... hang out?” He hesitated for a beat, then added, “I think it’d be cool to get to know you better.”

My heart did a little flip at the invitation. “I'd love to.”

His smile widened, and then, as if realizing something, he fumbled in his pocket. “Uh, here—let me give you my number, you know, in case... well, you don’t have to leave right away or anything, but just in case.”

I grinned as we exchanged numbers, the moment feeling so sweet and simple, like it was the beginning of something special. I added him on social media too, our phones pinging softly as the connections were made.

As we settled back in, the music softly playing in the background, Tyler glanced over at me, his voice soft. “So... you want to stay the night? I mean, not in a weird way—just, we can keep listening to music and hanging out. No pressure, but... I think it'd be fun.”

My heart warmed at the offer, and I nodded, smiling at him. “Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

And just like that, what had started as a chaotic, disappointing night turned into one I knew I’d remember forever. Sitting there with Tyler, in his cozy makeshift studio, with the soft hum of music around us, I felt like I’d stumbled into something unexpected and wonderful. And I didn’t want it to end anytime soon.

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[beetledee0]

I MADE IT A WEEK ARE YOU PROUD. Day 7!!!

i meant to schedule this for like 5 hours from now not send it instantly. whoopsies

no. 118, Wynne! (listed simply under 'sheep lad' in my google doc). From...january? 2022? Results inconclusive. The drawing referenced is from april 2023 though. He/they!

images captured mere motents before clip studio crashed.

rendering was kinda rushed but eh. its done and ive made it so far!

A satyr with some demonic heritage, subtle redesign based on the boreray blackface sheep! I never really went far with their backstory, but at present he's the adopted son of one of my other ocs, Warren - known simply as "cow papa" by my friends. what a world

I remember making what their eyes looked like this whole big secret they were cripplingly afraid of letting people know in case they got abandoned again, but i dont even remember myself anymore. maybe i can dig back into ancient wips and find it though

Kind of became just one of those fluffy ocs i made to make myself feel nice, with nothing groundbreakingly angsty or interesting happening. Wynne lives on Warren's farm in a cutesy little rural mountain town, is best friends with a widowed and spent hen named Juliette, and is the only one of the two in the house that can go within six feet of their beehives without panicking. Sweet stuff.

A close friend is cooking with satyr ocs and worldbuilding of their own, and has allowed me to merge Wynne and Warren's lore with theirs once they form it fully enough. I think i'm going to have fun coming up with new ideas for this lot, they've been needing some repainting :D

[aparticularbandit]

I keep going back to the idea of Monaca finally coming back from outer space and ending up being invited to be a student at the new Hope's Peak Academy.

All of the Warriors of Hope would be invited and would be there, maybe, not just Monaca, but she's the most wary of it. (DR3 implies the other four were helping Komaru and Toko, so maybe they've still kept in touch. Monaca, meanwhile, is both Monaca and has been living her best life in outer space, far away from everyone and everything. Except television, which DR3 implies she somehow still has.)

But like. They're all radically different.

Jataro's still some sort of Ultimate Art because that's the best way he knows to express himself, but he's all willowy and thin and never wears his mask anymore and his hair's kind of long. He's kind of a pretty boy, the exact opposite of himself.

Masaru's maybe the Ultimate Pickpocket because it's all a game to him. Sometimes he gives stuff back, and sometimes he doesn't. But he likes the running, likes the chase. He's not a hero anymore, not a leader, but he's still a little bit Peter Pan, and he never wants to grow up.

Nagisa's maybe the Ultimate Manger - not like Nekomaru because he's not into sports, but corporate positions. He's good at arranging people, good at scheduling, good at making businesses better and more effective. He's best at knowing when people need to take time off, when to let them rest and take a break, and because he's so good at his job, the corporations tend to listen to him. His hair's grown long and bushy, like a fluffy cat's tail, and it's always kept back in a ponytail. At some point in the past several years, he's gotten glasses, and while he knows he's good at his job, he's grown more shrunk into it.

Kotoko, meanwhile, has gone full tilt into her fighter class and become the Ultimate Boxer. She hates gentle, hates it, and having something else to beat up, to rough up, to punch has been a healthy way for her to get all of that negative energy out. (I like to think she and Komaru took a self-defense class together, and she liked it so much she kept going with it.) All of her hair has been chopped short, and she has the band-aid on the side of her face that Masaru used to have across his nose. But it's still a cutesy band-aid; she still loves adorable things. (In fact, it's probably the same bunny-covered band-aid that Junko used on the Steering Committee member.)

And Monaca, herself, is also something other, something different, but she's not necessarily better. She's spent all that time alone and away from everyone and everything. I don't know what her Ultimate might be, but they call her the Ultimate Space Case as a joke. And she still knows just what buttons to push to rile everyone up.

Hope's Peak isn't what it was either, so we get to see what Makoto's done with it. It still focuses primarily on the growth of its Ultimates, but it's more about giving them a safe space to continue to pursue their passions while also making sure they get a well-rounded education. There are other students, too, Talentless ones, but they're not treated any different from the Ultimates. In fact, sometimes the Ultimates are asked to teach on their passions, if they want, and Talentless students go and learn intricate stuff from them to get better at stuff they like. (Kotoko teaches a self-defense class primarily for girls; Masaru is not allowed to teach pick-pocketing, but sometimes he does anyway.)

....

And then, of course, because it's Danganronpa, they somehow find themselves locked in the school and Monokuma shows up to start a Killing Game.

The Warriors of Hope immediately pull a DR2 vs. Nagito bit and tie Monaca up and leave her in one of the rooms because obviously it's her. Everything was good and fine until she showed up, and no one wanted to emulate Junko as much as she did, and she's still kind of a bitch, and no one knows what she's been up to in space, maybe she's been planning this for years!

Except it's not Monaca and Monaca desperately wants to figure out who it is because she's pissed off. How dare whoever this is use Big Sis Junko's legacy this way? (Yes, she still loves Junko. The other Warriors still do, too, but they've got a bit of better perspective on her. She could be good to them and still be a horrible person. It can be complicated. There's no such it can be complicated with Monaca.)

And Monokuma comes to Monaca all tied up and talks with her a bit. Asks her what she would do if it actually was Junko. Which Monaca refuses to believe because Junko is dead, Junko has been dead for years at this point, there's no way she's coming back, no way she's alive. But Monokuma plants enough of a seed of doubt that she's left unsure.

Then the story proceeds from there.

I like to think Monokuma untied Monaca. That would give her a lot of extra suspicion from the Warriors, especially if she's honest and says Monokuma did it. She wants to be honest because that's the only way people will believe her, and maybe Komaru and Makoto do, when she says she's not involved, but Kyoko holds off because she's all investigation mode and the Warriors absolutely refuse, absolutely are certain this is her fault, because it's always her fault. And if she's telling the truth, then she's obviously in cahoots with Monokuma because he's helping her! Also who is the one who still has Monokuma servants? Just Monaca. She has to be doing it!

Excepting that this Monokuma is clearly not Towa City design. Toko has seen them both - the ones Monaca used and the one Junko used - up close and personal - and they're not the same. Monaca's are mass-produced copies of the original, and they're servants. Junko's was an exquisitely designed one-of-a-kind original (she had more than one, but there's no Monokumas like Junko's Monokumas). And these are Junko's Monokumas.

Which leads to concern for the Remnants. Whether they've reverted, whether they're involved somehow. And maybe they're able to contact them (or maybe one of them is there with them, too), and nothing points in that direction either.

And so on.

Despite being dead, I think Junko's still involved somehow. Because it's always Junko, at the end. And because the idea of Monaca specifically having a reunion with some form of Junko is just. a very strong pull here. Of a Junko who can look at Monaca and say she's proud of her and who she's become, who maybe can look at the other Warriors and say the same, although that's less important. (The other Warriors would not want her to be proud of them. Monaca still does.)

Anyway, these are the thoughts. Idk if I'll ever actually long form write the thing (between the Warriors of Hope, Makoto, Kyoko, Komaru, Toko, and maybe a Remnant, that's 10. I don't know who the other six would be, unless I rope in Hiro and/or Hina (who could be teachers at Hope's Peak) and/or more Remnants (which I like less). No Byakuya, although I feel like he's been taking Nagisa under his wing. And while it'd be interesting to rope in new characters, new Ultimates, I don't want to "clearly these don't have plot armor but everyone from canon does" you know? So. That's a thing.)

Just. Thoughts.

[vpyre]

New pinned post! Finally!!

Haven’t made one of these in a while, but I’m a good deal more active nowadays so I think it’s a good idea to introduce my blog and stuff. I typically just reblog things, but I do write the occasional fanfic and draw the extremely rare fanart.

I made a little get-to-know-me strawpage thing :3

My Linktree with my etsy, twitter, instagram, tumblr, and ao3 :D

Posts by me are tagged #vpyre’s verbosity, my writing is tagged #my writing, and my art is tagged #my art (most of it is old and kinda shit, but eh whatever). I try to tag different fandoms, so feel free to block tags you aren’t interested in :)

My AO3 page is here. For ease of access, I’ll also individually link all my fics (both the ao3 and tumblr versions) and headcanons in a masterlist here:

Headcanons:

Black Butler HCs

Grelle Sutcliff/switch!fem!Reader smut hcs (June 2024) || Tumblr

Fanfiction:

Ghost Fics

A Quick Taste (August 2024) - gn!Reader/Copia smut fic || Tumblr • AO3

Can You Feel Me Longing for You (forever) (July 2024) - gn!Reader/Copia smut fic || Tumblr • AO3

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait (Oct. 2022) - Dewdrop Ghoul/transmasc!submissive!Reader smut oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

Hannibal Fics

The Taste of Iron (May 2024) - Hannigram smut ficlet || Tumblr • AO3

The Truman Show Fics

all i want is to take care of you (July 2022)- gn!Reader/Truman Burbank smut oneshot || AO3

Five Nights at Freddy’s (and related franchises) Fics

Closer (Feb. 2022) - trans!gn!Reader/transman!Michael Afton smut oneshot || AO3

When In Doubt, Ask Him Out! (Nov. 2021) - transman!Michael Afton/Charlie Emily oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

What Makes a Monster (Nov. 2021) - Felix Kranken & William Afton horror (kinda) oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

If Holding You Will Heal You, I Never Wanna Let You Go (Nov. 2021) - extremely angsty hurt/comfort (cut me some slack here, I was a teenager lmao) nonbinary!Reader/Michael Afton oneshot || Tumblr • AO3

Dress-Up Makes Everything Better! (Nov. 2021) - transman!Michael & Elizabeth Afton cutesy sibling fluff oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

The One You Should Not Have Killed (Nov. 2021) - Cassidy & William Afton horror/angst oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

‘cause everything else is a substitute for your love (Nov. 2021) - gn!Reader/transman!Michael Afton smut fic (two chapters) || Tumblr • AO3

The Wrong Smile (Oct. 2021) - very dark and angsty fic/thinkpiece hybrid thingamajig about the missing children || Tumblr • AO3

Black Butler Fics

No Matter How Tremulous the Flame, the Ice Will Always Melt (May 2021) - Grelle Sutcliff & William T. Spears hurt/comfort oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

Stick Around (Apr. 2021) - Othello & Grelle Sutcliff fluffy-ish oneshot (request) || Tumblr • AO3

The Geek Division (Apr. 2021) - Othello & Grelle Sutcliff slightly angsty/fluffy lighthearted oneshot || Tumblr • AO3

From Above and Below, Face to Face and Behind (March 2021) - Reader/Grelle Sutcliff smut oneshot (my first finished fic ever!) || Tumblr • AO3

I think that about does it! I might add more to this if I think of something later, maybe some old WIPs if anyone is interested in that (I think it’s just some Reader/Astarion stuff I never finished).

Fic requests are currently closed, but you can absolutely still send them; I just probably won’t write unless I really really like it

[becauseimanicequeen]

Well, it’s that time again, another long weekend starting today (I know we're getting closer to summer since we have national holidays here every other week, or so, lol).

I’m trying to figure out what to watch (just like last time) because I’ve painted a lot lately and have been so tired that I just feel like chilling this whole, long weekend.

But I have no idea what to watch…

Out of the ongoing series I’m not watching yet, two stand out to me. Not necessarily because they seem good or that I’m expecting to like them (both are in school environments and I’m kind of tired of that same old, same old, lol).

But, both include artists of some kind, which means I have to watch them. It’s required of me. Or else I’m letting my own profession down, lol.

The shows I’m talking about are Only Boo! and We Are.

Only Boo! is, to my understanding, about a boy who wants to become an idol (artist), while I know that We Are has at least one character that is a painter/is studying painting (artist).

My reasoning seems pretty valid, right? Even though I feel like I will suffer at the same time, lol. But, I mean, they’re creatives. They’re artists. 

Fortunately, there are already a couple of episodes available of each series, so I can get into them even if I’m fast-forwarding all the cutesy, fluffy stuff and other things I don’t vibe well with.

I will, most likely, not manage to get through all of them today since there are new episodes of other shows I’m currently following dropping this afternoon/tonight (Two Worlds, Deep Night special episode, At 25:00, in Akasaka, Boys Be Brave, and Living With Him). So, I’ll continue watching these two tomorrow as well.

After that, I have no idea what to watch…

I’m feeling in the mood for something horny, but also something that says something (that was a lot of something), you know? So, maybe it’s time to rewatch I Feel You Linger in the Air and The Novelist (2 series, 2 shorts, and 1 film). The last time I watched both of these was at the end of last year, so it’s about time.

And, when it comes to these two, I’ll start with IFYLITA. Let’s see how far I can make it during this long weekend.

But first, the available episodes of Only Boo!

[ask-katima]

The small companion

(Sorry for the late upload, IF YOURE READING THIS, please interact with the pol at the end, it!ll help me immensely <3)

You think a little.. and shrug. Instead of going to your room to grab your things, you go to the guest room, which you have now transformed into a bitty room. A smile appears on your face and you can’t help but giggle and admire your work. The room had small sized things, bed, a closet, some exercise machines. There was also some device you’ve made for the bitty to quickly get your attention. It would wire a call as soon as the big red button was pressed, and the small looking phone would turn on, showing a picture of you, and the same would happen to your screen, you would see the bitty as well. You can then talk to her, this way you can see what she wants and bring it to him, or even prepare a thing or two if she’s feeling unwell.

You admire the carpet “flooring” you’ve made for the bitty… which was just a rug collection you had, you decided to sacrifice all your rugs just so the bitty wouldn’t have a cold floor… you realise that that’s kind of dumb to do just for a simple bitty…. You shake your head and insist it was for the greater good! Making yourself believe that you’re smarter than you look. You pan your head over to a little space you built that looked like a fort, and indeed it was! It was made of fluffy things mainly, for when the bitty might need a bigger space, comfort and darkness… you think you should have this for reading purposes… maybe you’ll make yourself a fort like that someday.

You realise that you forgot to turn on the light, the room has only been lit from the hall, you chuckle and flick the light switch. The light turns on, a warm white washing over the room, revealing a small kitchen set you’ve built for the bitty, you cackle when a flashback reminds you how exactly you made this functional, it can run water and even provide heat! Oh and the fridge… that one was way easier. You giggle and pan to another section, which is fully devoted to just a big playground, Katima will definitely be glad to be here! There is lots of stuff to do and find, you had placed snacks all over the place to encourage exploration, (it was today, when you left to get the bitty.) you smile and pan over the whole room… you go to pull out your phone and snap a picture. It’s just so perfect, this cost lots and took a huge chunk of time!

You look down at your phone, only to see the final small detail, you have made a carving into the door to make a smaller door, just for the bitty to open if she didn’t want to call, or wanted to walk elsewhere instead of the bitty room. Of course, the bitty door didn’t have a lock, you were tired when you were making it, so you just decided to decorate it a little and put it on its hinges before falling asleep on the floor, outside of the bitty room… you aren’t proud of what you did that day. You frown…

OH WAIT!!! You’ve messed around enough, you’re wasting time- you think about what room you want to go to next, you hope that Katima isn’t too bored by now… you smile and remember the cutesy little hoodie she has… you just want to call her Cotton-Floss because of the colors. You happily giggle and squeeze your hands into fists. You have to make a decision though… you think over your choices.

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[willard-begins]

okay i dont know how to tag this but point is i need to get this out, but i think i MIGHT Be able to pick apart the eeveelutions based on what real animal theyre based on, domestic or not

here i go!

Eevee. we all know what eevee looks like. i mean i hope you would 'cause then why are you reading this...

from what i see, eevee is shaped similarly to a lot of younger animals, which makes some sense since its supposed to be the first of an evolution like, which tends to be more cutesy, like how puppies and kittens are. i'm getting a lot of rabbit from it? it has a large amount of neck fur, which could be seen as a dewlap, but maybe im just looking too far into it. dewlaps are common in domestic rabbits and are usually seen on females. they can come in different sizes, too. the large, fluffy tail on eevee can bee seen on cartoony depictions of rabbits sometimes, albeit much smaller. the long ears are also rabbit-like. it's sort of shaped like a small dog, too.

what i get from eevee is like.. a weird mix of a puppy and a rabbit.

umbreons are next! (i added this late because i misremembered the alphabet)

umbreons appear to be VERY similar to bombay cats. its body shape is very cat-like, but i pick up a hint of dog from it. specifically a doberman. it has a pointy-ish snout like how doberman dogs do.

catdog...

NEXT! jolteon. who i've actually thought about the most out of these.

jolteons look a LOT like american bullies to me. not the ones who are bred to have wide shoulders, but the more nooormal looking ones? i dont know if thats the word im looking for. they have stubby snouts with wide mouths, and slightly broader shoulders than most of the eeveelutions. i think they also look to have slightly smaller eyes than the others. they have big paws too, which looks like a bully thing?

all i can see in jolteon is an american bully but thats okay

flareon has something in common with both eevee and jolteon.

flareon appears to have a HUMONGOUS dewlap, and the same broadish shoulders as jolteon does. It has the same big paws that jolteon does, and long ears like how eevee does. I can also see some fennec fox with how the face is shaped and how fluffy the tail and ears are.

flareon is a weird bully-rabbit-fox thing. and also seems to be who i'd pick as eevee's sole evolution if eevee only had one.

next up leafeon. i think our first cat!

leafeon's got a weird face. i'd compare it to those cats with flat faces, like persian cats, but leafeon has shorter fur. I think leafeon reminds me of those cats that have longer fur in some spots, especially on the chest to where it sticks out like a weird little moustache. the leaves on its legs remind me of feathers on horses. leafeon also has some fennec fox-like features, like head and ear shapes.

leafeon is primarily cat-like, but has a smidge of fox in there.

glafoen

glaceon feels more dog-like than leafeon did. it likely has something to do with stance. it kind of reminds me of a poodle in a weird way? honestly dont get me wrong glaceon's awesome but its kind of hard to work with.. its a little more. basic. than the other eeveelutions. i also think it wouldve been interesting to have the. side bangs. things. be the ears for glaceon.

the best i can give for glaceon is a mutt or a domestic shorthair.

espeon

oriental shorthair. next question

hskv

sylveons are VERY clearly meant to be like a show animal. like, y'know how cosplay pikachu is supposed to be like used in performances 'n' stuff? thats what sylveons are but for eeveelutions. i can see a bit of chihuahua (or deer) in it because of the tail, and maybe a smidge of rabbit from the ears..

cosplay eevee

AND THATS ALL! But wait! What about vaporeon? thats right, you might be wondering where vaporeon is. don't get me wrong, i love vaporeon, with my whole heart, but i can't see any other animal in there but fish and a frilled lizard..

i mean, i guess i can see some cat.. and if you really want to, i'd say seal is probably related, too.

sorry for dissing on glaceon and sylveon a bit

im so tired

[star-on-a-beach]

Okay!

*pulls out whiteboard*

SO. The catgirls are all meant to be versions of/spins on magical girl tropes. These three’s homage-ness is so inherit that they’re literally called “CURE”s in their code, a la Pretty Cure. Myau is supposed to come off as the classic “pink main girl” character, despite the fact that she’s not designed to be the leader of the team, Mynou is. That’s why Myn gets stuff like actual proper weaponry and more skills off the bat, despite the “mature calm” member of the team is almost never the leader. Myau is relegated to a support role, so her magic/skill set should probably reflect that. It’s been established that her only real skill/leveling is in medical magic, specifically making bandages, pills, and first aid supplies. Maybe her magic depends on someone being hurt? Maybe, because she’s “support”, her ability to learn skills and actually use larger magic depends on having a “team” present? She’s clearly very torn up about losing her sisters, maybe that’s part of her mechanics as well. The Freudian catgirls are DESIGNED TO BE A TEAM, after all.

As for personality, I’ll probably lean into her being the most “cutesy” of the three. Very emotional, obviously, but I’ll try to make her much more quiet and rambly. Definitely overthinks everything and gets really scared at the idea of her friends getting hurt. Her body can clearly take a lot of damage much easier than most, because she”s built to be constantly fighting things. Maybe that’s one of the reasons she’s so fidgety and restless, kinda like how the demigods in Percy Jackson are so hardwired for battle that it gives them awful ADHD lol. She’s not, however, built for interpersonal/not-literal fighting, so some of her main flaws are being very bad at mediating (see: her freaking job lol) and horrid at decisions/initiative. I have a lot of characters who have a lot of initiative, so it’d be interesting to have one who can only take initiative of her own if she has someone to get really ticked off at or smth. She’s going to have to learn how to function without a designated leader who actually cares about her. Zero executive function from this girl lol.

Random fluffy stuff: she likes books, either nonfiction or lighthearted fiction. Bad endings will make her cry. She gets distracted very easily and will stare at a small fish in a bowl for an hour if given the chance. Really, really likes candy.

SHOOT THIS IS LONGER THAN I WANTED WIDNKEME

LMAO YEAH NO I SKIMMED IT ALL LIKE "fucking hell els, you never cease to amaze" AND THEN READ EVERYTHING ELSE

Tbh I think that'll all work super well! The stereotypical shy-cutesy girl thing will definitely work in the kingdom, and can form a lot of different relationships with others.

I want to imagine her real role in the kingdom is medic, which explains all the medical stuff, HOWEVER Hexe hates the idea of good healing so she's trying to shove Myau into the village ambassador role. Which we can see is... not going well. Even if its not the assigned role bc she's not technically supposed to be there, that's what she's been granted if that makes sense

But yeah, I like all that a lot! There's really no issue except some other residents finding her odd or annoying or childish on occasion, but that's just clash of personalities. Everyone can't get along ALL the time.