#like the being nice is not actually genuine

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

OH OH! i have a great suggestion too!

Marco bucci's ten minutes to better painting! all of marco's tutorials are great but this is my favorite of his creations and i watch it over and over and have for years because its just that good!

also i'd like to add that I think a lot of ai image generating people aren't realizing that art isint supposed to just be something pretty you look at, art is genuinely fun to make, art is a hobby, it doesn't need democratizing, what I think it needs most is for us to treat those who are new to art with love and support and make the art community an exciting and fun place to be because art isint just something you do because youre good at it. If someone sees this that does try to do ai generated images, i just suggest you maybe really give art a chance, its super fun and it's a really fascinating way of expressing your ideas and creating things. the process is the reason why it's fun, not the end result, though sure the reactions are nice, they aren't suistainable and trust me, even if you do actually pick up art as a hobby youre going to get burnt out and stop caring about it if its really just reactions youre looking for, youve gotta do it with love and make it fun. it's okay if youre not good at it yet.

and if youre an ai user who wants to learn art, feel free to send me an ask or say hi and ask me for advice on that and i'll gladly do my best. i make art tutorials myself and will gladly make tutorials on really specific things if theres a specific look youre going for, and if I don't know how to do it yet we can learn how to do it together.

it's okay, we'll welcome you with open arms if you do want to have fun with us, theres no gatekeeping here and if there is any we'll just have to all get rid of it. we don't want to stop you from being part of the art community, we want you to see the difference between a product and an art form. and yes even advertisements are an art form, personally I've done some work for a few advertising things myself, and theres a lot of joy and fun that can be found in making marketing materials based on what youre creating. art can be fun no matter what it's purpose is. Please come have fun with us, it's better for you and its better for the environment! (its actually really good for your mental health to have a creative outlet! so that's another bonus!) (also to those who read this that are artists , you can also pop in and say hi and ask for the same stuff! I like talking about art its fun :D)

Can't afford art school?

After seeing post like this 👇

And this gem 👇

As well as countless of others from the AI generator community. Just talking about how "inaccessible art" is, I decided why not show how wrong these guys are while also helping anyone who actually wants to learn.

Here is the first one ART TEACHERS! There are plenty online and in places like youtube.

📺Here is my list:

Proko (Free)

Marc Brunet (Free but he does have other classes for a cheap price. Use to work for Blizzard)

Aaron Rutten (free)

BoroCG (free)

Jesse J. Jones (free, talks about animating)

Jesus Conde (free)

Mohammed Agbadi (free, he gives some advice in some videos and talks about art)

Ross Draws (free, he does have other classes for a good price)

SamDoesArts (free, gives good advice and critiques)

Drawfee Show (free, they do give some good advice and great inspiration)

The Art of Aaron Blaise ( useful tips for digital art and animation. Was an animator for Disney)

Bobby Chiu ( useful tips and interviews with artist who are in the industry or making a living as artist)

Second part BOOKS, I have collected some books that have helped me and might help others.

📚Here is my list:

The "how to draw manga" series produced by Graphic-sha. These are for manga artist but they give great advice and information.

"Creating characters with personality" by Tom Bancroft. A great book that can help not just people who draw cartoons but also realistic ones. As it helps you with facial ques and how to make a character interesting.

"Albinus on anatomy" by Robert Beverly Hale and Terence Coyle. Great book to help someone learn basic anatomy.

"Artistic Anatomy" by Dr. Paul Richer and Robert Beverly Hale. A good book if you want to go further in-depth with anatomy.

"Directing the story" by Francis Glebas. A good book if you want to Story board or make comics.

"Animal Anatomy for Artists" by Eliot Goldfinger. A good book for if you want to draw animals or creatures.

"Constructive Anatomy: with almost 500 illustrations" by George B. Bridgman. A great book to help you block out shadows in your figures and see them in a more 3 diamantine way.

"Dynamic Anatomy: Revised and expand" by Burne Hogarth. A book that shows how to block out shapes and easily understand what you are looking out. When it comes to human subjects.

"An Atlas of animal anatomy for artist" by W. Ellenberger and H. Dittrich and H. Baum. This is another good one for people who want to draw animals or creatures.

Etherington Brothers, they make books and have a free blog with art tips.

As for Supplies, I recommend starting out cheap, buying Pencils and art paper at dollar tree or 5 below. For digital art, I recommend not starting with a screen art drawing tablet as they are more expensive.

For the Best art Tablet I recommend either Xp-pen, Bamboo or Huion. Some can range from about 40$ to the thousands.

💻As for art programs here is a list of Free to pay.

Clip Studio paint ( you can choose to pay once or sub and get updates)

Procreate ( pay once for $9.99)

Blender (for 3D modules/sculpting, ect Free)

PaintTool SAI (pay but has a 31 day free trail)

Krita (Free)

mypaint (free)

FireAlpaca (free)

Libresprite (free, for pixel art)

Those are the ones I can recall.

So do with this information as you will but as you can tell there are ways to learn how to become an artist, without breaking the bank. The only thing that might be stopping YOU from using any of these things, is YOU.

I have made time to learn to draw and many artist have too. Either in-between working two jobs or taking care of your family and a job or regular school and chores. YOU just have to take the time or use some time management, it really doesn't take long to practice for like an hour or less. YOU also don't have to do it every day, just once or three times a week is fine.

Hope this was helpful and have a great day.

[maskedcrawford]

Sweet Confessions

Felix x Reader

Summary: Best friends who aren't committed to being best friends.

A/N: This idea struck me so I hope it's good. I'm sorry if it sucks. I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of panic, slight! angst? Fluffy fluff.

Requests are OPEN

You show up at Felix’s door, cheeks tearstained and nose red and puffy.

“Woah,” he says quietly when he opens the door.

“What happened?” he pulls you inside and immediately wraps his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours.

“He- he left me,” you sob into his chest. You feel the vibration of his response in his chest. You wrap your arms around him and soak his shirt with your tears.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“It’s all right, he wasn’t that great anyway,” he tries to console you.

“He definitely didn’t deserve you.” He strokes your hair, knowing how it helps to calm you down.

“Come on, let’s take your mind off it, hmm?” He peers down at you and you nod. He leads you to the couch before disappearing into the kitchen and brings out a tub of ice cream and two spoons.

“Ice cream,” he says cheerfully. You give him a sad smile.

“Thanks, Lix,” you sniffle before digging into the delectable dessert. He puts on your favorite movie and the two of you snuggle up on the couch.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks quietly.

You shrug as you readjust and lay your head on his chest. His heart beats against his ribs, slightly nervous you can hear it. You don’t pay any attention; you’re too wrapped up in your own emotions to notice it.

You and Felix had been friends since he debuted, always supporting him, the guys in Stray Kids sometimes teasing you about how you were always together. Which wasn’t a lie, I mean you two were practically inseparable.

Felix could pinpoint the exact moment he knew he was ruined by you. It was the day you came to visit him at a rehearsal in Seoul. You were wearing a beautiful bright colored sundress and sandals, your hair was down and freshly done, and you came in all excited, practically hoping, about some new job opportunity; he replays the memory often of your smile and the inflection in your voice from that day. The genuine happiness that just exuded from you. It makes him smile. It’s a nice contrast to the broken mess you are now cuddled up to his side.

“You know, I never cared for y/e/n,” he mentions glancing down at you.

“Yeah, everyone knew,” you joke poking his side. Felix wasn’t one to hide his emotions well. When you first introduced him to your boyfriend, he was cordial but that’s as far as it went. Your boyfriend wasn’t fond of Felix either though to be fair. He always accused you of sleeping with him or of seeing him behind his back, and no matter how many times you tried to explain that the two of you were just close friends, he wouldn’t hear it.

“That’s actually why we broke up,” you mumble. Felix’s brow raises.

“Wait, what,” he half laughs.

“He didn’t like that we spent so much time together. Kept going on about how you liked me,” you don’t notice the way the tips of his ears blush, “And how it looked an awful lot like we are dating,” you roll your eyes staring at your hands.

“Huh,” is all he can say.

“Ridiculous right?” You peer up at him with glassy eyes. He steals a glance at your soft plump lips before nodding his head in agreement.

“Uh, yeah, we’re friends.” He says as he hugs you closer.

“That’s what I tried to tell him.” You stare into his dark eyes as he does the same to yours. The tension in the air thickens. Felix opens his mouth, all his feelings threatening to pour out but he closes his mouth before it can. You tilt your head ever so slightly. This time it’s you who steals a glance at his lips. Was it the pain influencing you? Was it the fact that you actually really liked your best friend more than your best friend? It was both. Usually, your feelings could be pushed down and you’d date another guy trying to use him to get your mind off Felix, but it never worked. Still you two had never crossed the line of friendship.

You both stare in silence for a beat while the movie is long forgotten.

“You wanna stay the night?” he offers trying to cut the tension.

“That’d be nice. Probably wouldn’t serve me well to be alone tonight.” You lay your head on his shoulder, the close proximity making both of you nervous. Felix was a gentleman though, he swore he’d let himself tell you, just as soon as you were dealing with the breakup better.

-

Two weeks later you’re over at Felix’s place for another sleep over, this one filled with joy and fun. The two of you are baking the day away, brownie’s, cookies and a cake is currently in oven.

“Hand me that plate and I’ll start on the icing,” you tell him as you motion to the cookies. The last two weeks you’d gotten better at handling your emotions with the breakup and you remembered how nice it was to hang out with your best friend without having someone breathe down your neck about it.

As you ice the cookies, you glance at him, his blonde hair highlighted by the over head light, the way the sunlight coming in through the window catches his features. The way his freckles are highlighted.

Felix feels your eyes on him as he whisks another bowl of brownie mixture together.

“You can take a picture, ya know.” He teases. You flush a deep crimson color as you quickly snap your head down at the cookies. You don’t respond, just acting like you don't hear him.

“Hey, don’t ignore me,” he pouts. Suddenly you’re surrounded by a white cloud. Your jaw drops as you look at the cookie you were almost done with get ruined.

“Why you little,” you throw an uniced cookie his way but he doges it. He laughs as he gets another handful of flour and tosses at you. This time you stand up and in your play fight with the flour, you grab his wrist and he’s pinned against the counter.

“Stop,” you giggle as he looks down at you. The air is charged with words unsaid, feelings had but never voiced, tension you both know is there. He searches your eyes, looking for any small indicator you might find this moment as fragile as he does, and yours show nothing but vulnerability. Before another thought can cross your mind his lips are gently pressed to yours. Electricity shoots down your spine, its easy, natural even. Before you can kiss him back he pulls away and leans back looking down at you.

You reach behind him grabbing another small handful of flour, keeping total eye contact with him, tossing it at his face. He braces for the soft blow and lets out a breathy laugh before you fist his shirt pulling his lips back down to yours. He holds you flush against his body, the kiss passionate and slow. You pull away, painfully slow, and you both look at each other.

It's as if an alarm goes off inside your head, and the heavy realization of what you've done is hitting you. Just when he opens his mouth to say the thing he needs to, you dash out of his apartment. Your chest heaves up and down from the anxiety of the moment, meanwhile Felix is left inside the apartment staring at the door you just walked out of wondering what in the world just happened.

The next day you call him, “Hey,” you say reluctantly.

“Hey,” his voice is short, teetering on sounding irritated.

“You busy today?” you bite your lip anxiously.

“Yeah, I have rehearsals,” he says pointedly.

“Oh, all right,” your voice is somber.

“But I’ll come by if you want to hang out afterwards,” he relents. He knows he can't stay away from you long.

“Oh, yeah that’s fine, I’ll see your around 6?”

“Yeah,” he hangs up. You cradle your face in your hands for a moment before taking a deep breath.

-

There’s a knock at your door and you take a deep breath before answering. His shoulders are square and his outfit comfortable. Sweatpants and a jersey looking shirt.

“Hey,” you greet him. He walks right in.

“Hey,” he mumbles as he makes his way to the couch. You sit down with him and before you can help it, you’re leaned against his side, neither of you wanting to talk about the previous day’s events just yet. In the awkward moment of silence you stand up and walk to your room grabbing two pillows. Something has to give.

You walk a back out and toss one to him.

“Come on, let’s fight,” you jump around the living room trying to ease the tension. He quirks a brow.

“Y/n, I’m not hitting y- ,” he’s interrupted by a soft smack to the face with the pillow in your hand.

“Then this’ll be a piece of a cake, which by the way is your prize if you beat me into submission,” you smirk. He looks at you stunned for a moment.

“That’s it,” he stands up with the weaponized pillow and you shriek and run to your room. You climb on your bed and before you know it the two of you are hitting each other with pillows and feathers are flying all around the room. You slip on the blanket and yelp as your back hits the mattress with a soft thud.

Felix takes the prime opportunity to straddle your waist and tickle you. Feathers fly above your heads as he lands softly on top of you with a big grin.

“Ah, no Felix,” you strain through giggles, “Stop,” you try to grab his hands but he pins yours above your head with one hand.

“Felix, I can’t breathe,” your face is flushed pink before he stops and laughs with you. You gasp for air as you realize the compromised position you’re now in. He’s hovering above you with your hands still pinned.

“Lix,” you begin but you don’t have the words. He’s memorizing you. The way you look beneath him, the way your eyes hold a certain vulnerability, the way they look unsure but excited at the same time. The way your chest rises and falls under with each breath. He’s committed to etching this image into his mind, because it may only be a memory.

“Hmm,” he hums as he holds you in position. With one word he’d let you go, with a simple, ‘get off me’ he would, but you hadn’t said the words and he wasn’t moving. When you say nothing in response, his senses take over and he leans down. His lips connect with yours once more, this time more dominant, more sure of what he wants, sure that if this is the last time he kisses you he’s going to make it one you won’t forget.

His tongue ghosts over your bottom lip and you open it slightly allowing him access to your mouth. The minute his tongue touches yours you whimper. His hands cup your face, tilting your head up slightly. Your hands cling on to his arms, desperate to feel him, to ground yourself from the nirvana his mouth makes you feel.

“Lix,” you say against his mouth. He pulls away only for oxygen. Your breaths fan each other’s faces, both of you unsure of what’s really happening.

“So, what, we just make out now? Is that where we are in our relationship?” he asks breathlessly, voice low and teasing.

“You mean, you aren’t madly in love with me?” you tease back.

“Actually, yeah, I am. I’m crazy about you,” he admits. Your brows shoot up.

“Seriously?” you ask yourself more than him. He nods anyway, with a tight lipped smile.

“Want me to prove it?” he quirks a brow and you giggle.

“Do your worst,” you call him out and his lips are back on yours before you know it.

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[devilish-cherry]

hihi! i really enjoyed ur “jjk men with a s/o who has social anxiety” hcs, and i was wondering if i could request something similar :)? like jjk men with a s/o who’s a really bubbly social butterfly 🩷 (yk like the “social anxiety is scared of her” typa joke ^^?)

thank uuu and please take care of urself 🩷🩷

ᨳ♡₊➳ jjk men with a social butterfly s/o

ᨳ♡₊➳ feat. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack, fluff

ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: hihi!! first of all, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my last set of hcs!! i love this request—i had so much fun writing this, i hope you enjoy it just as much!! thank you for the request, please take care of yourself too! 🖤

₊⊹. Satoru Gojo

Gojo thought he had energy. He thought he was the social guy. But then he met you—an unstoppable, extroverted force of nature who treats human interaction like a sport. You will walk into a room and have three new best friends by the time you leave. Every time he turns around, you’re in the middle of someone’s conversation like an NPC triggering a side quest.

“Satoru, this is Hanako! She makes ceramics and is going through a divorce, but she’s feeling really empowered—”

“WHO is Hanako.”

“My friend! We met in the elevator just now.”

He swears you have an actual side quest log in your head because you remember everyone. The random McDonald's worker? You know their favorite band. The old man at the grocery store? You just found out he was in a jazz band in the 70s. It is both impressive and terrifying. Gojo, who is used to being the center of attention, now watches in horror as you steal his thunder in every social interaction.

That being said, he has no sense of social shame, and since you have zero shyness, this means the two of you are a problem in public. You encourage his worst behavior. You once dared him to high-five every single person at a store, and he did it without breaking eye contact with you.

Gojo absolutely loves being around you. When he’s being too much of a menace, you expertly wrangle him. If he’s annoying people, you redirect his energy like a professional handler. And he finds it adorable how much you adore people. When he’s feeling down, he’ll just listen to you tell some wild story about the Uber driver you befriended that morning, and it instantly makes him feel better.

Gojo loves how you make people feel welcome. You drag him into wholesome, friendly conversations he would’ve never bothered with otherwise. He watches you work a room like a pro, chatting up old ladies, hyping up random people’s outfits, making even a cynical barista laugh. He doesn’t say it out loud, but he adores how effortlessly kind you are. He’s never felt more at home than when he’s watching you shine.

₊⊹. Suguru Geto

Geto genuinely finds your social skills fascinating. He loves watching you work a room, effortlessly charming people, drawing them in like moths to a flame. You could walk into a room full of strangers and walk out with three new best friends, two people who now consider you their therapist, and a waiter who promised to give you free drinks forever. Geto stands beside you like a proud museum curator. Yes, this is my partner. Marvel at their charisma. They are an experience.

Geto is your designated crowd wrangler. If someone is overstaying their welcome, he smoothly redirects the conversation. If he senses you’re too nice to turn someone down, he steps in effortlessly. “Ah, unfortunately, we have somewhere to be.” (You do not. He just saved you.)

He’s also incredibly selective about who gets access to you. You’re too nice to shoo away weirdos, but Geto? Oh, he can spot a red flag from a mile away. You befriend a suspiciously cryptic guy? Geto casually leans in. “So, what exactly do you do for work?” (Translation: Do I need to eliminate you?)

And if anyone tries to use your kindness against you, Geto gets scary fast. His voice stays calm, his smile never falters, but suddenly the air shifts. “Ah, I see. You’re taking advantage of their kindness. How unfortunate for you.” The offender immediately rethinks their life choices.

Despite his reserved nature, he loves indulging in your extroverted antics. You make him do goofy couple’s challenges? He sighs but secretly loves it. You drag him into spontaneous adventures? He pretends to complain, but he’s always down. He’s your calm anchor, letting you shine but always ready to step in when needed.

He loves the way you love people so deeply. Even when he’s feeling cynical, even when he’s at his lowest, you remind him why he once cared so much. Every time he watches you laugh and joke with strangers, it makes him believe—even just a little—that the world might not be so bad after all.

₊⊹. Kento Nanami

Nanami did not sign up for this. He thought he wanted a peaceful relationship. He thought he wanted to come home to someone quiet and gentle. Instead, he fell in love with you—a human form of a limited-edition energy drink who knows everyone’s life story within five minutes of meeting them.

Nanami doesn’t understand how you have so much energy. You could talk to anyone, anywhere, at any time, and somehow enjoy it. He watches in exhausted admiration as you make small talk with a stranger in line, effortlessly charming them while he stands there like a tired bodyguard.

You once told him you think every person has an interesting story, and now he has to physically stop you from getting too invested in people’s lives. The mailman? Your bestie. The lady next to you in line? You’ve got her entire life story in five minutes. If someone breathes in your direction, you will strike up a conversation. You’ll start a conversation with a cashier and leave knowing their entire backstory. Nanami will be halfway through paying when he hears, “Wait, what do you mean you were almost in a boy band?”

You are also a HUGE Nanami hype woman. If he so much as breathes, you’re like, “Did you guys see that? My man is so cool.” You have no shame. When he’s on the phone? You’re in the background hyping him up. If he wears a nice suit? You’re loudly gasping like he just walked a red carpet. It embarrasses him so much.

"Please stop calling me ‘CEO of Looking Good’ in public.”

"I will literally never stop.”

Despite all of this, Nanami loves you so much. Your energy can be exhausting, but it’s also the light of his life. You make every room warmer, every interaction easier. When he’s had a rough day, you don’t just talk—you listen. And sometimes, when he’s tired, you’ll just sit beside him, happily chatting about your day while he rests his head on your lap. And for that, he’d endure a thousand social gatherings.

But Nanami’s favorite thing about you? The way you make people feel comfortable. You’re warm, open, welcoming—things he sometimes struggles with. He loves that about you. He doesn’t always say it, but if you look closely, you’ll notice the way his shoulders relax when you’re around. Plus, you bring him pastries from random bakeries you find, and that alone makes you the love of his life. You make life easier for him, and for that, he’ll love you forever.

₊⊹. Choso Kamo

Choso watches you interact with people like a cat watching a Roomba—confused, fascinated, and slightly concerned. You once told him you love meeting new people, and he just stared at you like you were a cryptid. “On purpose?”

You adore Choso. He is just some guy. A very confused, socially awkward guy. You have made it your life’s mission to drag him into human interaction. He does not get it. If you take him to some social event, he just stands in the corner like a haunted victorian child. Meanwhile, you’re in the middle of the room, talking to everyone.

Despite this, he follows you everywhere. He doesn’t talk much, but he is always there—just standing behind you, towering silently, while you chat away. If someone’s rude to you, he just stares at them until they get uncomfortable and leave. You never notice, but people constantly feel like they’re being hunted when they talk to you.

But the true horror? You keep forcing him to talk to people. Once, you pushed him into a conversation with a group of old ladies at a café, and now they all love him. Every time you go back, they call him “sweetheart” and ask how his day is. He is so confused.

Choso never starts conversations, so you carry the entire interaction while he just stands there looking mildly concerned, but he adores the way you make him feel included. You always introduce him to people, looping him into conversations with ease. You hype him up constantly—“This is Choso! He’s amazing.” Even if he just stands there, nodding along, he loves that you always make space for him.

Choso has no idea how socializing works, but he does know one thing: you are the best at it. And because he thinks you are perfect in every way, he follows your lead without question and tries his best for you. You taught him small talk, and now, when he meets someone new, he proudly says, “Nice weather today.” (You clap for him. He is pleased.)

Unfortunately, Choso now overuses the phrase to fit every occasion when there's an awkward silence. It’s raining? “Nice weather today.” You’re inside? “Nice weather today.” Someone sneezes? “Nice weather today.”

He lets you dress him up for social events because he trusts you with his entire being. If you say he looks good in a certain outfit, he believes you 100%. If you tell him he should make more friends, he tries. Does he fail? Yes. Does he care? Not really—because he has you, and that’s all that matters.

Also, he has never let you walk anywhere alone. “I don’t trust people,” he firmly says. “You’re too friendly. You’re going to get kidnapped.” You try to argue, but he just folds his arms. “No.” And that’s the end of that.

₊⊹. Toji Fushiguro

Toji thinks your social skills are the most insane thing he’s ever seen. He watches you befriend entire groups of people and just shakes his head. “What the hell are you made of?”

He has never once needed to introduce himself since dating you. You handle everything. Toji barely opens his mouth before you’re already charming the socks off whoever you’re talking to. He abuses this power constantly. You once found out he had been dodging a debt collector by making you talk to them instead. “They like you,” he shrugged. “Figured you’d get me a discount.”

That being said, Toji has zero patience for people who waste your energy. If someone talks to you for too long, he physically pulls you away. “That’s enough socializing for today,” he mutters, dragging you off like a caveman.

Despite his rough exterior, he actually adores how bubbly you are. You make friends everywhere, and he finds it hilarious. He has absolutely no filter, and you have no fear, which means you two are absolute menaces in public.

He won’t admit it, but he loves how you drag him into social situations. You get free food, free drinks, random perks just by being too likable. One time, you sweet-talked a café owner into giving you a discount just by complimenting their menu font.

"You scare me," Toji says.

"You love it," you reply.

"..."

He does. Deep down, Toji loves you because you make everything better. The world is cruel, but you remind him that people can be good.

[dragon-ball-meta]

Coming back to this to kind of talk about Dragon Ball ships in general, or at least the core canon ones. I think a huge part of what makes them appealing is just how kind of uniquely they're presented. Sure there are some tropes involved. You got the princess and the bumpkin, you got the rich heiress and the barbarian prince, you got the nerdy guy and athletic girl, you got a shy, kind, & sunny person and a very blunt, withdrawn person. You got the Enemies to Friends to Lovers route with K18, the high school romance with HanVi, the childhood sweethearts/promised marriage in GoChi, and you got the improbable romance with VegeBul. But the key lies in the presentation. For one, the way things are packaged is great. Goku is far from the traditional hero, and his princess is... well, far from the typical princess. She herself is the daughter of a king known for being terrifying, she has a temper, she's fiery and hands-on and puts her foot down. Very UNLIKE her typical character type. She and Goku also undermine the "fairytale ending" aspect. They bicker. They have conflict. They live in a small house in the middle of nowhere off what's left of her dad's money, eating very rustic foods that she makes herself from what Goku catches in the woods. But we also still see that they care about each other. There's a mutual love and respect that's present there. They may argue, but they also compromise. K18 is similar; two people who you would normally not expect to be together, yet bond over mutual respect and trauma, who come to care for each other deeply and fall in love. Krillin gets the family he always wanted, and 18 gets the normal life she'd feared Gero stole from her. And you can tell they genuinely love each other and enjoy one another's company. They endured abuse and trauma in their lives, yet came out so healthy and warm and are such great parents with a daughter who is the epitome of pure sunshine... it's just lovely. Bulma is an heiress, rich beyond belief, and a bit spoiled, sure... but she's also not afraid to get her hands dirty. She's hyper-intelligent, and always eager to learn new things, and tinker with any new technology she comes across. Vegeta is the prince of a dying race, an unrepentant killer, someone who cares for little more than his own ego, and... well... they actually DON'T have a relationship at first. They have a very brief fling that lasts only until Bulma decides he's too much of a jerk for her to stand and legit throws him out of her home. She winds up pregnant and has to raise their baby by herself for at least the first year of his life. Vegeta doesn't even care if they live or die at one point. It's not until the source of his obsession is gone and he has to bury some of that pride that he finally begins to approach this family he accidentally found himself with and learn to care about them. HanVi... honestly, it really is the most typical romantic trope, combines both the secret superhero romance and the high school romance, but it's approached from a primarily comedic angle. Videl being pretty much the only one to try to make moves while Gohan is just an oblivious dork who doesn't even realize any of the girls there are into him, let alone Videl, makes it still feel unique. And Videl being an accomplished martial artist and crimefighter herself while her dad (who also happens to be the guy who profited off her crush's victory) sits at home living the high life, are some nice twists on the trope too. And just seeing them together. Watching them age together, form families together, make things work. Getting the frustrations and laughs, but also the moments of genuine love and care... it's just so good. It's like the best of both worlds; just vague enough to leave a lot of room for speculation and headcanons and theorizing, but also just enough details to be adorable and sweet and bring the feels. Just a random addition I felt compelled to add, carry on. lol

What your opinion on krillen and android 18

I love everything about it and it is pure and it is wonderful and it has so many layers of depth to it that no one wants to look into which is frankly a crime…-ahem-When you get right down to it, the progression (stated progression at least) of their relationship is easily one of the healthiest in comparison to an irl relationship and would, therefore, be one of the stronger bonds in the show. On her part, it’s simultaneously easier to see, yet harder perhaps to understand, what it means for her to choose him. He’s not what most would consider a conventionally attractive man, he’s not as comparably strong, he’s not very exotic or wealthy, etc. and the last bit there is actually pretty sacrificial on her part. While 18 isn’t necessarily what I’d call materialistic, she does have a love for the finer things in life, likely both due to her delinquent lifestyle and being used to taking what she wanted, and also likely due to simply never having had them. Whether it’s residual memories of childhood, or simply the lack of memories of these things, I can’t say. But she gave that up, or at least put it on the back burner, when she married him. As for why she married him… it was because he wasn’t like anyone she’d ever met before. He wasn’t two-faced, he didn’t really serve any ulterior motives, he didn’t try to act tough to impress her, didn’t change himself to be more like what he’d assume she’d like him to be. He was just himself, he was honest and straightforward with her, he was a nice guy and not wild or “bad” at all. And that attracted her to him, she wanted more of that. He represented a normal, happy, decent future for her with someone who only wanted to see her happy, and she wanted that, and him, more than anything.As for his POV, it’s easy to see why he’d like her, but also harder to see what he had to overlook. On the one hand, let’s get real: she’s one of the few women who ever showed any kind of interest in or paid attention to him. She was the first one to ever even so much as kiss him on the dang cheek, so far as we ever saw in canon at least. And that did endear her to him. Is that sad and kinda pathetic? Yes, it honestly is to an extent, and he himself recognized that. But at the same time, as he learned more about her and even her brother, his outlook changed. These were two kids who, in the prime of their lives, had them stolen away, turned into weapons by some madman obsessed with revenge, who’d then decided they were outmoded, defective, and had tried to simply put them into storage like some kind of toy. He also noted, as Kami had, that the two really hadn’t done anything wrong. They’d killed Gero and had intended to be on their way until Vegeta had pressed a fight with the two, and the sole reason they were looking for Goku was so 16 could fulfill his prime directive and they could go live their lives however they wanted. He saw they wanted a semblance of normalcy, a chance to live. It’s part of why he smashed that remote rather than deactivate her, take away her personhood and reduce her to a thing again. It’s why he used a wish to try to restore her and her brother back to being completely human, but at least removed the explosives planted within them. He did this without thinking he’d get any benefit from it; hell, he was sure that her brother was her boyfriend at the time, that as attractive as she was she had to have someone, that he had no chance in hell of having any relationship with her at all, but… he still genuinely cared, wanted her to be able to have her life back, or at least some semblance of it.On the flipside, this is also why 18 snapped at him and accused him of saving her and expecting her to just fall at his feet in gratitude, why she tried to accuse him of making that wish to “win her heart”. It was how everyone had treated her. People were only nice to her when they expecting to get something in return, or helped her seeking some form of gratuity. But this man, this weird, funny little man who’d tried to reason with her instead of assuming she was a monster… he hadn’t. He treated her like a person and gave her a chance to live expecting absolutely nothing from her in return.That’s what sparked off their relationship, that’s what bloomed into love, a marriage, a family. And that is why I do feel they are objectively among the most underrated fictional couples of all time in ANY series.

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AND CHORES

scout: scout is on detail duty for the entire base. he gets the trim on the walls, ensures every trash can has a fresh bag, sweeps under dressers and cabinets, and dusts the knick knacks in all common areas. the things that take no time that he can accomplish quickly and move to the next thing. scout used to be a chronic micromanager of cleaning and cleaning duties that the team had to sit down and permanently divvy out chores so scout would stop complaining that he was doing all of the work and nobody else does anything. so now, if something isn’t done, the team knows exactly who to bitch at to complete their chore. in his defense and for what it’s worth, he was absolutely right. those men were greatly affected by the bystander effect of doing the dishes.

soldier: soldier is on dishes and bathroom duty of the offense wing. soldier was happy to take bathroom duty for the offensive class, and he’s the best fit for the job, truly. doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty, to the point that they ensured the offensive wing has the best cleaning products in the base. fast with the dishes. takes him about three hours to get them all washed, dried and put away. on top of which, soldier is never afraid to get on the others’ asses about cleaning their own dishes, or at least rinsing them and making his job easier. he can half his time if he gets some help.

pyro: pyro is on trash duty. they collect all the trash weekly from every single room, and someone will take them a couple hours out into the wasteland and they incinerate the garbage. saves the company from paying waste fees. it also means the mercs get to skim more off the top from the stipend. this is the only real chore anyone trusts pyro with, this and cleaning their own personal areas. and these things get accomplished every monday evening. they switch out who drives pyro out to the wasteland, and nobody comes back with any complaints about pyro as a passenger in the car.

demo: demo is on sweep duty for the base and bathroom duty for the defense wing. he enjoys his chores, it gives him something to do that isn't lazing around in bed waiting for battle. he always starts in the offense wing and ends in the support wing, since the support classes are hardly ever in their actual bedrooms for the area to see any traffic. it makes it a great place to hide out from having to help anyone else with their chores, but he'll only do that if he's feeling particularly lazy that day. if nobody beats him there, he'll join soldier on dish duty. prefers drying them off.

heavy: on top of being the secondary resident grocery shopper, heavy is on counter/cabinet/wall duty for the entire base. once a week, those base walls are hit with a 1:1 cleaner concoction. if he's really in a cleaning groove, he can finish his task in about two hours. otherwise, he takes his time with it. makes sure he gets every corner, does a marginal wipe of the trim so scout can follow behind him and get a more thorough clean. the first time he had to do the walls the amount of cobwebs genuinely disgusted him. he couldn't fathom everyone was actually living in this and didn't think anything about it. so he's learned to enjoy his little chore. it's been nice to walk through the base and just smell cleaner. makes him feel less like an animal.

engineer: engie will avoid doing chores like he's in a saw trap. so to permanently get out of doing any chore, once a week he does a full check up of any electrical/mechanical fixture in the base. he's changing lights, checking fuse boxes, tuning up and detailing the company cars, rewiring entire panels if it means that he doesn't have to pick up a broom or put a dish away. he is also one of the only teammates who will clean up behind himself, but with the chore chart now he can skirt that entirely. and he'll insist that he's helping around the base, and in a way he is! just not in a way that seems equal to everyone else. but when anyone complains, he hands them a wrench and tells them to go for it. they never do.

medic: the doctor spends more time than he likes to admit keeping the infirmary clean, between himself and the birds he's a mess and hardly able to keep up, but that didn't stop him from getting mop duty for the base. luckily, it’s his only chore, and between him and demo they can get the floors immaculate in about an hour, two if they’re really pussyfooting with it. before he was banned from the kitchen, he was also the resident organizer of space. he’s insane with it, his spatial awareness is immaculate. snipes will turn a blind eye to him in the kitchen if he’s organizing the pantries, as long as the doctor makes a meal big enough for two.

sniper: snipes is the main resident grocery shopper and that is his only job in the base. he spends such little time in the base that it didn’t really make sense to make him take on another task. since the doctor isn’t allowed in the kitchen, he’s since had to also put the groceries away, and he hates it. it’s exhausting enough to have to shop for the groceries. now he has to put them away too? he’ll get the doctor to do it. takes him about twenty minutes. he knows eventually soldier has to leave the kitchen, and spy won’t snitch. he and the doctor are buds.

spy: spy takes care of the kitchen, is on detail duty, bathroom duty for the support wing, and the general manager of chores. the only thing he won’t do is dishes. everything else he’s willing to do. spy is not afraid of some soap and water, and cleaning is almost meditative for him. it’s nice for the ten minutes the place will remain clean, then he remembers it’s an endless battle. sometimes he would rather not, but it’s always worth those ten minutes.

[quandledlngle69]

GUESS WHOOOO ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

its the anon with whipped cream a cherry ontopand rainbow sprinkles again.

I js wanna thank you for feeding me so well with the kaiser drabble your highness i am forever in your gratitude

and may i or may i not pretty please take over the 🍡 emoji as my batsignal THANKYEEEWW٩(ᐛ)و

i also come with more demands😈😈

Can i get uhhhanother kaiser x reader where uuuhhh uhmmm kaiser is being the little toxic german boy he is but reader is a lot more independent and smart than he thinks and defends herself and uhhhh he actually fell for reader a bit more when it happened and then he dramatically begged reader to take him back pretty please (ᗒUᗕ)

・. ★ OMG OMG HI ANON ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜.ᐟ Yes you can be the 🍡 emoji as your batsignal :P Your demands have been met 😈 i proof read this like three times but if theres any mistakes lmk!

☆ CONTENT: Kaiser see's the fact you won't fall into his trap of manipulation and being money-dependant on him, it boils over when he gets jealous watching you talk to a male designer at one of his events and says you'd be better off single, you take him seriously and leave, and he comes crawling back, grovelling at your feet. How could you not forgive him? ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: Kaiser being a dick, accusations of flirting and cheating. Kaiser trying to manipulate and gaslight reader, reader not tolerating his bullshit and seeing right through him, reader standing on business until the end, suggestive nature of oral in the end, Kaiser being soooo fucking pathetic and apologetic at the end and reader taking advantage of that. kinda oc kaiser (?) Schatzi – 'sweetheart/darling.' Engel – 'angel.' ☆ W.C. 1.5K

Michael Kaiser is the complete opposite of a green flag. Beige bordering on red if you were being nice.

You followed what your mother told you–don’t ever get too comfortable, don’t rely on a man for money, be polite–not sweet. And don’t settle for less than what you deserve.

This is what made Michael Kaiser interested in you. He was always confused when you didn’t seem completely ecstatic when he would whisk you to fancy 5 star restaurants, or when your wrist and neck were adorned with gems and stones worth more than six months of your salary. And don’t even get him started when you guys hit the one year mark, he made a sly off–hand comment that you should quit your job, that he could afford and provide whatever lifestyle you wanted and more.

You blinked at him, and with such genuine concern in your voice, you asked him if he had drunk too much of that wine you got for your anniversary. 

You would always thank him for his gifts and for spoiling you, but it would never go beyond that. You never asked him for more, never expected him to do more, and that set off a challenge in his brain. But no matter how bad he tried to convince you, manipulate you into seeing his perspective, you refused to put yourself in his hands completely, just a thread in the breeze he would never be able to fully grasp.

He may be subtle with his manipulation and gaslighting, but one thing he wasn’t subtle about was his emotional maturity. 

“You two were so close, it's adorable.”

“The sarcasm’s not needed, Mihya.”

You could hear him tsk under his breath, his hands gripping the steering wheel harder than before. A quiet sigh left your lips, turning away to look out the window, the blurs of other cars and lights whizzing by. The roar of the car's engine a low hum, the music on the radio a mere whisper. You had just left another one of Kaiser’s sports events, you had accidentally bumped into a known fashion designer you were a fan of. The conversation mostly consisted of you gushing over the designer's works and what upcoming fashion pieces he was doing. But it was clear from the way Kaiser was being over–the–top sarcastically sweet when you had headed back over, he didn’t see it that way.

“I’m jus’ saying.” He mumbled as he casually side–eyed you, a smirk on his lips, but it wasn’t cocky, it was soured with jealousy. “I'm glad you two were enjoying yourselves. Maybe next time you'll sneak a little make out session behind the curtain, before he takes you up to his hotel for the ni–”

‘–Are you really this insecure?” you interrupted in disbelief, head whipping around to face him, but he kept his eyes on the road, completely ignoring you. 

He shrugged, like your words weren’t even worth thinking about. “Not insecure schatzi, I’m just telling you what it looks like. His eyes were practically devouring you.”

“He was making eye contact and paying attention to me because we were having a conversation, Mihya.” You argued, rummaging through your bag to scroll through your phone, hoping to distract yourself from getting too heated at his audacity. 

He wasn’t used to girls bluntly defending themselves, he was used to the apologises, the feeding into his cracked view of being loyal, him being the only man they talked to outside of family. But you weren’t having any of it, you would tell him exactly what his problem was and not back down from his outrageous accusations. Your words made his eye twitch, and it was if you were shrugging him off like a child throwing a mindless tantrum.

“Well maybe its better if your single–if your gonna keep eye���fucking and flirting with random men all night, right?”

Your chin instantly retreated towards your chest, your manicured nails on your chest in a taken aback manner, your eyebrows raised and mouth agape at his pure audacity. There's pure silence before the car pauses at a red light, and without hesitation, you grasp your purse, the high–pitched sound of your seat belt unbuckling makes his head sharply turn towards you.

His voice is strained, “what are you–”

‘–I completely agree, it is totally better.” you shrugged in the same manner he did a moment before as you opened the door. He wasn’t quick enough to grab your arm before you were already out, shimming your short dress down before slamming the door of his sports car, making the car shake. You didn’t look back once as you walked away, following the path of the zebra crossing, ignoring the people watching from their cars and the sidewalk. Kaiser watched your back get smaller and smaller like a deer in headlights. His jaw slack, his whole body completely frozen in the driver seat. 

When he got home, he tried calling you before hearing it go straight to voicemail.

You had blocked him. 

He waited for you to unblock him, but you didn’t. He waited for you to at least pull up to his penthouse, to come get the stuff you left. But you didn’t. 

At first, he didn’t want to swallow his pride. He was stubborn, he didn’t grovel, it was the opposite way round, it was him who was the forgiving one, who relished in the begging. The hours became days, the days becoming weeks, the weeks becoming a month.

He cracked at the two month mark.

You had just come back from another failed date, some idiot that only blabbed on about wanting a trad wife and four kids, plus ordering way too much wine for it to be appropriate for a first date. You were a little tipsy, but nothing too hard. You make it to your apartment door, the jingling of keys filling your ears before the creak of your door opening. You stepped inside, closing the door behind you before kicking your heels off, sighing in satisfaction that the throbbing at the back of your heel had faded into a dull ache. You throw your bag somewhere, but your body goes into a standstill when your eyes notice the familiar but out of place shoes on the floor.

You knew those un–creased blue jordan 4’s anywhere.

Your eyes snapped up to the light emitting from your bedroom that you didn’t notice before. You rolled your eyes internally, your bare feet making careful steps on the wooden floorboards before walking into the room. 

Your bed was covered in boxes of luxury brands–Chanel, YSL, Lululemon, Dior, Prada–

And the man himself, who immediately got up when he saw you, taking in your form. You could tell he knew you had been on a date of some sorts, but he doesn’t comment on it. He looks more tired, the circles under his eyes a bit darker since the last time you saw him. Your lips opened to say something, ask him why he was here, how he got in, the words ‘you need to leave’ on the tip of your tongue. 

However, the built up words disperse into nothing as Kaiser sinks to his knees in front of you, his arms snaking around your calves, his hands on the back of your thighs, one of them dangerously close to brushing under your mini skirt. A small yelp leaves you at the sudden action, a hand shooting out on the open door,  grabbing it to steady yourself. 

“Kaiser–”

“I’m sorry, Engel.”

His apology takes you completely off guard, the sudden swallow of pride has you suspicious, but it disappears from the sincerity in his small voice. He’s latched onto you like a man drowning at sea, and you doubt he would let go even if you asked him to. His cheek pressed against your lower thigh, his sharp cobalt eyes dulled with feverishly longing and vulnerability, pupils so blown that it made you shiver. 

“I was being an asshole, engel, wasn’t I? I was pushing your buttons, and–and I'm sorry. I miss you.”

Maybe it was him being on his knees in front of you, begging you oh so sweetly–so desperately, it made a certain heat spark in you, and all thoughts of kicking out disappeared. You groaned internally, you were supposed to be standing on business! But… 

It was the way he was looking at you so feverishly, the ustulation of lust swirling behind his blonde lashes that had you biting your lower glossy lip.

Your lungs stuttered at the sight, a faulted breath leaving your lips as your hand slowly slicked his hair back, his sharp features much more prominent in the dim light. Your mind going blank.

“Show me, then.” You breathed in a heavy, thick tone, not missing the way his adam's apple bobbled slightly as he swallowed. “Show me how much you missed me, Mihya.”

His rough fingertips hiked up your skirt, curling around the hem of your lace panties, unhurriedly pulling them down. 

No words were spoken, because actions speak louder than words, right?

Quandaledlngle69 © 2025

[barleyalive101]

Since arcane hype is over , I’m sorry but I genuinely couldn’t care less for isha. I didn’t get attached to her at all.

She popped out of nowhere, literally no backstory whatsoever, we don’t even why she was being followed in the first place. She was conveniently placed there by the plot . Something that didn’t happen in S1 , things happened in S1 for a reason.

She was a walking plot device with a personality of a bad NPC , your average kid character that’s somehow so great she changes the world , a cliché straight up. She was a Cliché.

A very cheap way to water jinx down and make her more stable then used to add more unnecessary trauma to jinx , and that line with the glasses and how isha helped her view the world differently and my first thought was why ? Why is isha so special? What made jinx view the world differently with isha? We’re just gonna say that line and that’s it , no showing or telling anything else.

You just got the responsibility of a life to take care of !, that should stress you out a bit ?!. She reminded her of powder but jinx had a very complicated relationship with powder , we just skip that and have jinx remember powder fondly and be okay , in S1 Vi calling jinx powder or associating her with powder sets her off, a single reminder of young Vi rattled jinx to the core.

Mind you the reminding her of powder part is kind of “ehhh” honestly, isha doesn’t really behave like powder, just that they’re both kids tho isha is much younger than act 1 powder the one jinx remembers.

“Isha didn’t expect anything from jinx that’s why” well I hope you know jinx is expected to take care of isha , isha was expecting and wanted jinx to take on her role of being a symbol.

By the power of love , jinx got cured from her mental instability. No hallucinations!. But it doesn’t really work that way since Silco loved jinx yet she still had hallucinations.

Isha would have felt like an actual character if anyone other than jinx interacted with her . Maybe if she hadn’t been only used to make jinx stable then depressed but an actual good character development for jinx other than “ she made me view the world clearly” like okay?.

Maybe She made jinx realise powder was a kid and there was nothing wrong with her , or had jinx realise that Vi just wanted to protect her and was right on not taking her everywhere, made her feel closer to Vi as she knows how it feels to have someone dependent on you, gave us some character study.

As much as I love the posts saying ”that jinx realised in that moment ( yk which one) that Vi just wanted to protect her” but the show doesn’t establish anything, that’s just speculation on our part. As long as something isn’t shown or told I have no reason to believe it’s true.

It would have been interesting if she was a hallucination made by jinx to cope, a very nice plot twist.

Isha’s role in the story can be easily done by Vi and Silco.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Johnny Storm

Summary: You may have gotten the drop on him, but Johnny's not ready to surrender.

Warnings: Bad food combinations. Please let me know if I missed any.

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"Look, Johnny, this isn't a performance review or anything," Syverson assures. "I'm just worried about ya. You've been actin' a lot more withdrawn lately. Is everything goin' okay?"

"Yeah," Johnny shakes his head. "Just...got into a funk. It happens." Inwardly Johnny grimaces at lying to his boss. But what is he supposed to tell him? Oh yeah, boss. A big time hacker has my information and now I gotta do her favors or she'll dox me. No, he'd handle this on his own. He got himself into this mess, he'll get himself out. Preferably without getting himself fired.

Syverson sighs. If he knows there's more to it, he isn't telling. "So long as you know you can talk to me, Pine, hell, anyone. Alright?"

Johnny nods, "yeah, I know. So can I go now?"

Syverson nods, almost in defeat, and Johnny practically runs back to his desk.

Johnny knows he's been more withdrawn lately but if Syverson is noticing he's going to have to be more careful. He doesn't like when people know he's upset. Especially not when it's because he messed up. If DarkAngel was able to get his information, it was because he got sloppy. Overconfident. He's not going to make that mistake again.

He's stopped in his tracks by the sight of the G's at his desk. They gesture for him to take a seat and he knows better than to argue. As soon as he's in his chair they bring out a few canisters of wasabi peas, a small bag of atomic warheads and a giant bottle of chocolate milk.

"We know you've been troubled lately," Geralt starts.

"Don't know the details, don't need to," G adds.

"You're clearly in the midst of battle," Geralt continues.

"And you can't do proper battle without the proper gear," G says, pointing to the food.

"How did you guys know?" Johnny asks, bewildered. He thought he'd been doing a good job of hiding it, but between Sy and the G's, he's worried everyone knows he's having problems.

"It's been quite some time since you pestered us for snacks," G tells him.

"We initially thought it was a nice break, letting us focus on work," Geralt sighs.

"But now we can't focus because we keep expecting you and you're not showing up," G grumbles.

"And we're certain the others in this department have been feeling the same," Geralt nods.

Johnny lowers his head in embarrassment. "Well, thank you."

"May your victory be swift," Geralt encouraged.

"And decisive." G concludes.

Johnny smiles genuinely for the first time in weeks as the G's leave his cubicle. He opens up the first round of snacks, taking in the unusual mixture of aromas, and sets to work.

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You have to admit, having TheHumanTorch69, now simply JStorm, under your thumb has been very good for business. With his help, you've been able to crack a lot more virtual safes than usual. You really don't understand how someone with his skill could be happy with the corporate life. Did he also dream of a house with a white-picket fence? You roll your eyes at the thought.

No. You like being in the wind. It's safer for you. Can't be doxxed if you're never in one place too long. Plus, if you don't have to worry about rent or a mortgage you can spend your money on actually important things. It's genuinely comforting to know you never have to worry about money.

There's a signal on your laptop. Johnny's signed in. He sends you a message and your smile drops. It's your mug shot from ages ago, before you stepped up your precautions.

JStorm: This you? DarkAngel: That was me. I don't get caught anymore. JStorm: Then how'd I find this? DarkAngel: Obviously you hired O'Malley. Can't believe you can afford him. JStorm: Excuse you! I got your name and everything on my own! DarkAngel: Bullshit. I've seen your work. You're not good enough to catch me. JStorm: You trying to convince me or yourself?

That makes you pause. You were just thinking about how good he is. Have you gotten so sloppy in covering your tracks? Wait! This photo was taken ages ago! It's only one of your old identities.

DarkAngel: You're right. If you'd hired O'Malley you'd have more recent information. Not stuff from over a decade ago. JStorm: Okay. Yes. This is all I could find for now. But I needed something for leverage. DarkAngel: Fine. We're done. We'll just avoid each other from now on. JStorm: I don't know that we can do that. DarkAngel: The internet is a large place. We can avoid each other. JStorm: We have personal information about each other that others might want. DarkAngel: Don't you dare threaten me! JStorm: Right now I just want to talk. DarkAngel: That's what we're doing. JStorm: In person. DarkAngel: Fuck no!

You've been down this road before. It's an obvious trap. Did he really think you were so dumb?

JStorm: I saw the pattern in your targets.

You don't respond. You should just close the chat and move on. But you're curious about what pattern he's seen. You've been careful to only give him bits and pieces so the true target wouldn't be known.

JStorm: Your hacking into the communications of some very bad people. DarkAngel: You planning on selling my info to them? JStorm: Not my style. I'd report you to the authorities. DarkAngel: As if they could do anything. JStorm: That why you got into this? The bad guys got away with everything?

Your eyes tear up as the memories come back. The misplaced hope in the system. The crushing realization that money determines guilt or innocence, not facts. The despair and anger that's lived with you since.

DarkAngel: What are you? My therapist? JStorm: Oh hell no. I'm not good at helping others with their mental problems. I've got too many of my own. DarkAngel: Then what do you want? JStorm: A truce, for starters. I need to know you're not going to release my information. DarkAngel: I'll consider it. What else? JStorm: I need my HumanTorch name cleared. I've got a job to do and I can't do that if everyone's suspicious of me. DarkAngel: More difficult to do. But might be possible if you make it worthwhile. What are you offering? JStorm: Obviously, I won't release that mugshot and other personal information. But I'd also like to offer my services. DarkAngel: I already have your services. JStorm: No, you have my reluctant servitude. You free me, we work together, more like partners, and you'll get my full arsenal of skills. DarkAngel: I knew you were holding back. How much time do I have to think about this? JStorm: I need an answer now. DarkAngel: Asshole. JStorm: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ DarkAngel: Okay. Truce for now. I'll get to work on clearing your name. But don't think I'm not ready for you to betray me. JStorm: I can promise you, that ain't my style.

We'll see about that, you think. Trusting others leads to nothing but pain. Johnny will turn out no different from all the other people in your life that let you down as soon as things got tough. But, until you can find a way to purge your criminal history, you'll have to play along. You got sloppy and now you're paying the price.

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[dioslesbianwife]

What would the stardust crusaders do for/with reader when they've fallen for them?

sure! i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting <3

How the stardust crusaders act when in love

Jotaro Kujo

Small acts of protection. If you get a scratch, he just casually patches you up without saying anything. If you trip, his hand is already steadying you before you even realize it.

Gets annoyed at himself whenever he feels jealous but won’t say anything. Instead, he glares at whoever has your attention.

If you’re in danger, he loses his cool. Normally level-headed, but if you get seriously injured, he’ll break enemy bones with Star Platinum in under a second.

Eventually, he might say something short like, “Tch. You’re so damn troublesome.” But his actions speak louder than words.

Kakyoin

Charming and playful, but with a layer of genuine warmth. He naturally flirts, but you start noticing that his attention is only on you.

Casually buys you small gifts- souvenirs from their travels, a drink he noticed you liked, or even something hand-made.

Watches you carefully in battle. Not overbearing, but he positions himself in ways that make it easier to cover for you.

Compliments you often. But they aren’t just for flirting, he genuinely wants you to feel confident.

Playfully teases you. If you get embarrassed, he just smiles knowingly.

Polnareff

Immediately obvious. He’s not subtle at all.

Loud and dramatic about his affection. Compliments you constantly, “You’re absolutely stunning, mon amour!” even if you’re just drinking water.

Very touchy. Will casually throw an arm around you, hold your hands to show you something, and gets visibly flustered if you return the touch.

Would absolutely duel someone over you. Even if they were just being nice, he’d challenge them like an old-school knight.

If you’re upset, he drops the jokes and gets gentle, reassuring you with a soft voice.

Loves making you laugh. If you so much as chuckle at his antics, he puffs up with pride.

Avdol

Very mature and patient with his feelings. He won’t rush into anything, but his emotions run deep.

Always considers your safety first. He’ll step in if he sees you struggling before you even have to ask.

His kindness becomes extra personal. He naturally looks out for others, but with you, it’s different. He remembers small details, your favorite foods, things that stress you out, what makes you smile.

Long, meaningful eye contact. He doesn’t speak his feelings outright, but you can see them in his gaze.

If he really trusts you, he shares stories of his past, his hopes for the future, and gently asks about yours.

Joseph Joestar

Loud, boisterous, and full of dumb schemes to impress you.

He’s constantly bragging about his skills, even if it’s something ridiculous like, “Hey, did you know I can open a jar with one hand? Pretty cool, right?”

Finds excuses to be around you. He’ll drag you along for shopping, training, anything just to spend time together.

Absolutely the type to fake a tragic injury just to get your attention. “I think I’m dying- wait, no, don’t walk away!”

Flirts shamelessly, but if you flirt back, he gets more excited.

If you’re actually in danger, the goofy act is gone. He will protect you, no matter what.

[itzkatflixs]

Hey pookie... its koga here... if you would please.. some daniela headcannons would be nice.. 💔💔

ofc anythn for u kiddo

gf!dani who had liked no, loved you for almost 3 years ever since you guys started high school. the two of you werent close at all for the first 2 years being quite literally on the opposite ends of the social hierarchy. well she had her eyes on you the moment you stepped into the same literature class as her, carefully engraving your silhouette in her memory while getting constantly teased by her teammates for so called “staring like she put the stars in the night sky”. constantly brushing it off as staring out the window, which you happen be sitting next to.

gf!dani who begged the literature teacher to assign you as her tutor for your 3rd year midterms instead of someone else just to get closer to you, promising a big jump in her grade when she damn well knows she hates literature well studying in general with a burning, scorching passion. oh well, anything to get her close to you is worth it to her.

gf!dani who asked you on dark stormy night when you both were barely awake if you liked her. on that very night she confessed to you how she has had her eyes for only you for almost forever at this point despite her reputation of being a playgirl. (which she genuinely didnt know how it popped up because she spent all her time simping for you) how she had wanted to confess many times before but never had the courage to in fear you would reject her. how she quite literally dreams ofhaving you in her arms every night just to fall asleep peacefully. how you stepping into her life was a miracle, god sent in her eyes. and in turn you too spilled the contents of your heart out to her. gf!dani who decided to publicly ask you out again after that night to show everyone that she was yours. and that you were hers. so after winning the champs, she got her whole team to spell out “go out w me yn?” in the most extra large font and glittery abomination that type shit. you were mildly humored and embarrassed at the same time as daniela started a big speech about you. mid way, you silenced her with a kiss even before she actually got to asking you.

gf!dani who brought you on a picnic at you favorite spot to watch the sunset with your favourite food she spent all morning and afternoon making with her friends help. as you watched the sunset, breathless, she watched you instead, enamored by your side profile which was basking in the soft sunlight highlighting your features. then when she couldnt hold back the love from spilling out of her, she gently tilted your face towards her, asking for permission to kiss you silently, squealing when you nodded. she pressed her forehead against yours, whispering how much she loved you, how much she treasures you and how much you mean to her.

gf!dani who threw one of the biggest parties youve ever seen for your birthday, inviting every single person the both of you knew, so practically the whole school. anyway she was with you the whole night, showing you off, reminding everyone you the star of the night and most importantly you were hers. you guys ended up chilling with your closest friends, talking the entire night, and honestly you wouldnt want it any other way.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Lazard is put in charge of the Infantry for a few months, causing him to gain a new cult following in the Inafantry due to being shown respect and care for their wellbeing for the first time in their careers. Teamwork and comraderie between them and SOLDIER are at a chart topping high. At the same time, respect for Heidagger has plummeted further than anyone thought possible. There are several pending assassination attempts and revolutions in the works for when he gets back, from both the Infantry and their newfound SOLDIER friends they have confided in.

Of course, best of all, Zack and Cloud are put on more missions with each other. Zack is stoked. They have failed every mission because they were goofing off too much.

Lazard had no idea what he was getting into when they threw him into the Infantry's mess. But a few weeks in, it's hard not to notice the change. The grumbling and the half-hearted loyalty has been replaced with genuine respect. The Infantry—those forgotten cogs in Shinra's machine—are finally treated like actual people, and it makes him feel good about himself. If only his SOLDIERs weren't a bunch of jealous children.

*Sephiroth stiffly drops off some reports at Lazard's desk and then just... stands there, radiating pure, undiluted displeasure*

Lazard: Thank you.

Sephiroth: …

Lazard: Do you need something?

Sephiroth: I needed a new elemental materia two months ago. You know, back when I put in the requisition form. The one you conveniently ignored while lavishing resources upon the infantry like some benevolent war god.

Lazard: Sephiroth, I can't believe I'm hearing a jealous comment from you of all people.

Sephiroth: Who says I'm jealous? Just because the one higher-up who's ever treated me with a shred of basic dignity has apparently decided to start distributing that respect freely to any random recruit who wanders in off the street? Haha. No. I'm just making an observation.

*Genesis storms into Lazard's office with a coffee cup in hand*

Genesis: Your coffee, Director.

Lazard: Thank you, Genesis.

Genesis: I hope my saliva gives it an added texture.

Lazard: For Gaia's sake.

*Angeal walks in*

Lazard: Angeal, would you please knock some sense into Sephiroth and Genesis? They seem to think that my management of the infantry somehow diminishes the respect I have for SOLDIER as a whole. Please, explain to them how ridiculous that is.

Angeal: Come on, guys. This is petty. We are professionals, and as professionals, we should understand that leadership means making tough choices for the good of all. It doesn't mean favoritism. Lazard has always had our backs—like that time he personally arranged for our ration packs to include bread rolls instead of those stale bread slices.

*Zack pokes his head into the room*

Zack: Hey, Lazard! Cloud and the guys from the infantry say thanks for the fresh-baked artisan sourdough in their ration packs! The rosemary sea salt crust was a really nice touch!

*Angeal lets out a guttural war cry and lunges. Lazard barely dodges as Sephiroth and Genesis scramble to restrain him*

[verecunda]

See, I think he is genuine when he says, "I'm sorry for your brother. For all of it." Obviously, it's deliberately ambiguous, but I think he is genuinely repentant, certainly during the Númenórean stage in s1. He's aware he's done evil, he's trying to start anew, and I think he is genuinely angry at Galadriel's needling him to take up the kingship of the Southlands, because he knows himself, and he knows that if he's given power again, he'll not be able to help himself.

But although he is genuinely sorry, his problem is that he lacks the moral courage to actually own up to his wrongdoings properly. He apologises for Finrod, but without actually mentioning the tiny but crucial fact that he is the one who killed him. He drops hints about having done terrible things, so technically he's confessed, but in such a way that he still doesn't actually have to take accountability for them.

It's the same with Diarmid. He says, "I've done evil," (and it's bad enough that it's giving him nightmares remembering it) but he clearly doesn't relish what Diarmid says about how choosing good is a long haul and a lot of conscious effort. And obviously, that parallels him doing obesiance to Eönwë after the WoW ("and some hold that this was not at first falsely done" etc.), but baulking at the fact that repentance might involve him having to shelve his pride and do some hard fucking work to earn back anyone's trust. It's like he wants the universe (or Manwë, I guess) to tell him "Te absolvo," without him even having to say any of his Hail Marys. :P

But I think something definitely changes when he reaches Eregion. Maybe because he was at such a low ebb in Númenor, it was easier for him to feel shitty about himself, but when he meets Celebrimbor and finds out that the Elves are trying to do something that, on the surface anyway, chimes very nicely with his desire to "heal" Middle-earth. After that, it's just so easy for him to insinuate himself into the proceedings and return to his old methods - because hey, it's all in pursuit of a noble goal. And in chasing that goal, we see how quickly he falls back into deceit and manipulation, back to being Gorthaur the Cruel who happily uses people's memories of their loved ones and smiles when he sees the pain he's causing.

(For the record, I don't think he would have been redeemed if he'd stayed in Númenor. If Galadriel hadn't whisked him out of there, first chance he got, he'd be climbing the ladder of power and the Akallabêth would probably have happened much sooner. I'm just trying to track how I view his mindset through s1.)

I don't know if we have talked about this yet.

The cruelty of this moment here.

Sauron knows what Finrod's death represents for Galadriel. He has seen in her mind, and she has told him herself, how much she is hurting. And to take his appearance, trying to manipulate her using her brother's memory like this. Cruelty, especially after that half-assed apology in episode 5.

It is not random that Sauron can only get inside her head when she is vulnerable, and, up to this moment, she's only been vulnerable when it comes to Finrod.

[tenaflyviper]

I think the thing I like most about Professor Venomous is that he's so far removed from other cartoon villains, including Boxman. He rarely acts like or resembles any villain stereotypes--he's just a severely messed-up dude, and it's his own fault from poorly managing his insecurities (I wish we could've learned more about his past before P.O.I.N.T.).

Despite this, he still has traits (even positive ones) that make him seem pretty chill and down-to-earth. He could be a cool guy if he didn't have such a severe inferiority complex and light sadistic tendencies.

He cares about Fink like a daughter, and according to Ian J.Q., he genuinely wanted to know and get along with K.O. He just never learned how to actually be a father, and has no sense of discipline, even for himself.

On a side note, the show is transparent about the fact that two unmarried characters had unprotected sex (the only reason K.O. exists), which was previously unheard of in cartoons aimed at kids/teens until about the past 15 years or so. The show also addressed absentee father issues in a way kids could understand.

Getting back to Venomous, another surprising thing is that he falls in love with the highly ineffectual lesser villain in the series. Boxman is the antithesis of Venomous--being an amalgamation of cliché and obnoxious cartoon villain stereotypes--yet he has Venomous completely enamored, almost to a fault (it takes laughably little for Venomous to forgive him for even the most monumental screw-ups).

Boxman does manage to break free of some of his stereotypes, and it's because of Venomous. Aside from later interference from Shadowy Figure, the romantic relationship between the two is shown to be surprisingly healthy, and built on a foundation of mutual support.

It's nice to see the goofy villain end up with their crush, and the "attractive" one falling for someone you might not expect them to.

[chaoticdean]

I truly thought we went through this already but I just stumbled upon a post on a FB Destiel group where someone was asking if they could give constructive criticism to a fanfic author because they used “a lot of britishism” in a fic and that bothered OP.

As someone who’s neither a native English speaker nor a professional author… Please don’t do this? Like, I’m actually genuinely puzzled at the number of comments I saw under that post that thought it was an ok thing to do. The general fandom rule about constructive criticism is “unless author has directly stated they are ok with being given concrit, please refrain from giving it”. I thought it was a well-known rule at this point, but apparently not.

Even if you mean well. Even if your intention is to be nice. You don’t know how it’s gonna be received and perceived by the author. Do you really want to make them feel like shit because you thought your opinion mattered most than them sharing their work for free?

You have no idea how much strength it takes for someone to post a story they wrote for free on a free website so that you can read it on your free time. You have no idea of the struggles they might have gone through with their story. You have no idea who they are, and what that story means to them. Do not be a dick is literally the least you can do.

99% of non-native English speakers are taught British English in school. Hell, as a non-native English speaker, the only reason I write in mostly US English is because of how influenced I have been by the tv shows and music I’ve been listening to for two decades, but the basis of what I’ve learned academically are in British English. I was once told it was “clear I was Australian” because my characters were putting butter on their sandwiches, and even though I can laugh about it now, when I received this comment I remember feeling miserable and like I would never be as good of an author as anyone who has English as a first language.

You don’t know if the author is a native English speaker, and even if they are… You do realize America isn’t the center of the world, right? I’ve been told “well the show is an American tv show written by American writers, so if an author doesn’t write in American English, they are a BAD AUTHOR”. Exactly how entitled do you think you can be about something that’s given to you for free with no expectation? Click the goddamn X in the corner if a term you deem “wrong” bothers you that much, Stephanie.

[junhanndee]

hii can i ask what do you think xdh’s top 3 kinks are? their fantasies or think you think they’d want to try?

hey there!! great ask :) let’s get into it!! i will possibly elaborate more later but for now ill keep it simple :)

warnings : smutty themes, breeding, unprotected sex (pls be safe), dom/sub dynamics,

members below the cut!

gunil

words of encouragement during sex

- “my pretty baby, you look so beautiful while i’m inside you”

- “your doing so well for me jagi”

lingerie

- i can see him LOVING see you in a nice pair of black underwear that’s see through just for him :)

- even a matching set would have him between your legs in no time.

slight bondage

- i think nothing TOO crazy but i do think that he would love to see your hands restrained while he slowly kisses every inch of your body

- maybe even tying you up sometimes when you’ve been bad :(( just so he can give into to you at the end tho :)

jungsu

vocals

- genuinely there’s nothing that gets jungsu going more than hearing you moan his name or even screaming when the pleasure is just too good

- i think himself too, would also get off on the fact that he makes you feel like that and only him :)

morning sex

- when he wakes up to your ass pressed oh so slightly against his raging boner, he wants nothing more than to drill you into next week even right after waking up.

- the way your hair falls right in front of your face while you lazily ride him so early

- and the way the dim sunlight in his bedroom illuminates your face

possession

- going along with the vocal kink, i think just knowing that he is the only one that makes you feel that way it gets him going

- hearing you say things like “i’m all yours” or even him just claiming you during sexual acts gets him off more than he would like to admit :)

gaon

brat taming

- listen we all know that gaon is a lil shit LOL so i can imagine him being all bratty to you and then really regretting that later when his being denied his third orgasm of the night

- this plays into the next kink as well hehe

- but just having somebody that puts him in the place and the thrill of being a brat gets him going

- “what are you gonna do about it” and “i’d like to see you try” are the phrases he uses the most in hopes you’ll put his ass in his own place

overstim

- with gaon, he wants it to be all or nothing

- he wants to cum with you multiple times no matter the cost of his actions

- when you’re riding him and he’s already came twice but your orgasm is so close, he loves the feeling of cumming from overstimulation even when he thinks he cannot handle any more

boobs

- yes, literally just boobs

- the way he can so easily play with them or even see them peaking out of your shirt making him go insane

- the amount of times he gets himself off wishing that he were fucking into your boobs is crazy actually

- when he gets to use your boobs to get off, he is simply in heaven

ode

watching you

- in this sense i think that seungmin loves parallel play sexual wise

- he loves to watch the way your hands glide down to your pussy so easily and the faces you make while you play with your clit or even enter your leaking hole

- he loves when he finds you rutting up against a pillow in hopes that he will come and watch you

dry humping

- in my opinion this one is a biggie for him

- he loves when you sit in his lap and can’t help but to grind on him while you make out

- i can see him loving when you wear skirts so he can easily enter you anytime he would like :)

degradation

- he loves nothing more than when you are so good for him

- but he also loves when you’re such a slut for him

- when you can’t help but touch him when you shouldn’t and he gets to punish you at home

- “such a fucking slut huh? couldn’t keep your hands to yourself for five seconds”

- “you’re such a whore, all for me.”

junhan

creampies

- something in junhan just reels when his sees his cum leak right out of you

- the feeling of shooting your walls full of his cum and then stuffing it right back into you when it threatens to come out

- “flex for me love?” he would say sometimes when he wants to see the mess you created together :)

role playing

- this could be anything really, but he would love to role play with you no matter what it was

- in his mind this spices things up and he gets to see a new side of you every single time you do

- say you role played a sexy teacher, i don’t think he’d be able to control himself with the sexy little outfit you would have on and he wouldn’t even bother trying to rip it off. he would fuck you right then and there

pleasure dom

- junhan shows his love in subtlety, sometimes a small peck in the privacy of wherever you might be, or even a little hug here and there

- however, if he’s in the mood, he loves to just make you feel good. seeing the way your body reacts when he slides his slender fingers into your hole or even the way you can’t help but fidget when he slowly takes your bra off.

- he gets off on the fact that he is making you cum and he is in control of the situation

- similar to jungsu, he loves hearing the noises you make when he’s so close to you and is as deep as he possibly can be inside you

jooyeon

being caught

- now not necessarily getting caught, but still at risk

- when he gets to put his big hand over your mouth while he fucks you in doggy style knowing somebody could walk in any minute and see how well he’s fucking you

- just the thrill and excitement he gets from knowing that you have to be quiet does something to him

lingerie

- i can see joo being rlly into you wearing something he can easily fuck you in

- something that just has a nice hole right where he wants it

- the way that your body fits into it and the way you’re so exposed but not at the same time just does wonders

praise

- being the little pup that he is, he loves to hear that he’s doing a good job

- “mm that feels so good, you’re so good”

- just little things that remind him how well he’s doing and how good he’s making you feel :)

a/n: i hope this is okay! thinking of three was a bit rough since ive been a little out of the loop but if you think of something you’d like me to write!!!! let me know!! :)

as always, if you enjoyed pls leave a note and my requests are always open!!! thank you for reading :)