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[mood-owl]

this bad boy(gn) can fit in so much trauma

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[maneskinwh0re]

ghostface!sevika x feminine!reader 👻

impulse fic for arctober 29th {sevika day}

men/minors dni, nsfw 18+

middle pic art creds to @ guccipussay 🖤

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cw: dom!sevika, sub!reader, fem!reader, a man…(reader has a bf but dw he don’t last long :3), blood, gore, violence, cheesy horror movie clichés, implied murders, mask k!nk, choking, kn!fe play, wlw smut!

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♱ halloween night — you sit next your boyfriend, cuddled up on the couch with your legs draped over his lap. his eyes linger up and down the black lingerie dress that hugs your curves, while your own eyes are focused on the horror movie playing on the tv.

♱ saw. a great franchise and the original being one of your all time favorites. as you watch, with every jump scare, your boyfriend grabs at your waist or tickles you, which is usually followed by you screaming and then playfully hitting his arm or chest.

♱ you want to like him. you do like him, but he gets on your nerves. yeah — you often go on errand trips and gym sessions with him and yeah — while you’re there, he occasionally flirts with other women when he thinks you aren’t looking. but spending your favorite holiday with him is a must. after all, what could go wrong with a simple horror movie marathon? everything is perfect, yet the night is still young.

♱ the city has been getting more and more dangerous recently, and as the clock nears midnight, all the kids must’ve gone home. the neighborhood is quiet with the exception of owls and chirping crickets.

♱ suddenly, the movie is interrupted by your phone ringing — a call from an unknown number.

♱ typically, you don’t answer a call unless the number is in your contacts, but your boyfriend irritably pauses the movie and insists you pick it up.

♱ with an agitated sigh, you answer. “hello?”

♱ “hello,” the person says on the other line. the voice is deep with a feminine undertone, laced with a rasp that almost catches you off guard.

♱ “who is this?”

♱ “you tell me your name, i’ll tell you mine.”

♱ “i don’t think so. can i help you?”

♱ “i just gotta ask you one question, baby.”

♱ baby? who does this creep think she is? you can’t help but admit her voice sounds attractive. “yeah? what is it?”

♱ “what’s your favorite scary movie?”

♱ your stomach drops and you end the call with a shudder, tossing your phone to the cushion next to you and breathing slow. something in your gut is telling you not to engage.

♱ “so… who was it?”

♱ “probably just some bratty teenagers prank calling or something.”

♱ “you lying to me?”

♱ “no! what?” you blurt out, almost angered with his distrust towards you. with a huff, you push yourself off your boyfriend’s lap and head towards the bathroom. “keep it paused, gimme five.”

♱ after rinsing your face with water, you take some deep breaths in front of the mirror. calm your nerves, it was just a phone call. the tense feeling in your gut still lingers as you walk back to the living room only to see your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. calling out his name, you sit back down on the couch and pick up your phone to dial his contact.

♱ “ugh- i’m not in the mood for this shit!” you yell out to him as you call his phone.

♱ you hear his phone ring in the other room and decide to make your way to the kitchen. you see it buzz repeatedly on the counter, watching it and zoning out as if waiting... something’s not right. where the hell is he?

♱ “your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging syste-” the sound of your call going to voicemail snaps you back to your senses before hanging up and looking around. you’ve seen too many scary movies to know this is how it all starts, and you try not to let the thought freak you out.

♱ startling you again, your own phone buzzes. unknown caller id. taking a deep breath, you tap the green button on your screen. “hello?”

♱ “hello again, beautiful.”

♱ that damn voice again. your anger rises at the woman on the other line. “what is this? some kind of sick joke? a prank?”

♱ “no no, baby. a game. a real easy one. y’ wanna play?”

♱ “what the f… do i have a choice? what’s stopping me from hanging up right now?”

♱ “maybe it’s your fear that you may not live through this very night.” yeah, right. anyone could make threats like this. she continues through your silence, “you never told me your name…”

♱ “why do you wanna know my name?”

♱ “i wanna know who i’m looking at.” your anger fizzles and breath hitches. fear smothers all the oxygen in your lungs and words are caught in the back of your throat. “you do have a choice, dove— to play or to die.”

♱ “fine,” you agree with a shaky breath, you internally scold yourself for turning to grab the nearest knife. who cares if you’re overreacting? you’re not dying tonight. you grip the knife’s handle tight as you hold your phone up to your ear. you start walking out the kitchen and down the hallway before your question is cut off with her single word. “how do i-”

♱ “colder...”

♱ you stop in your tracks. as a horror film fan, you have yelled at your television screen when a character makes a dumb decision or if you’ve wanted a better plot line. you always thought you would make logical choices if you were ever —hypothetically of course— put in a situation like this. but in this current moment, your head is only clouded with uneasy thoughts and vicious worry. you take a step backwards and start to return to the kitchen.

♱ “warmer… warmer,” her voice trails on as you play the game step by step. you pass the living room and enter the kitchen, stopping when you hear her voice again. “ah ah- cold.”

♱ you turn around and slowly creep your way back to the living room. the thought of her eyes constantly watching causes you to feel a mixture of fear and something else. your short steps continue towards the sofa where you sat care-free maybe only 10 minutes ago.

♱ “warmer… warmer… keep moving, baby. you’re doing so good… red hot. riiight there...” the mysterious woman taunts as you look around. and once you catch the sight behind the couch, you can’t help the horrified gasp and shriek that escapes your lips.

♱ your boyfriend lays motionless, face down on the floor in a pool of his own blood. deep gashes and slices have left his body mutilated. yet no weapon is left anywhere.

♱ fuck. this means she’s already in the house. your heartbeat races and your ears start ringing. no- that’s the phone—the sound of a dial tone. she hung up.

♱ you go to grab a bigger knife from the kitchen but they’ve all been taken. what’s the next best weapon? the only other option you see is the dirty pan that’s been left on the stove from dinner. looks like you’re sticking with the smaller knife you grabbed earlier.

♱ your phone goes off again, causing you to yelp at the ringer and then internally curse yourself for being so jumpy. it’s her again. you try to sound confident, but anxiety and dread involuntarily rises from the back of your throat. “what the fuck do you want?”

♱ “you, baby,” her voice is low and sultry, and you try not to let it get to you.

♱ “you’re psychotic…”

♱ “hm… sorry about your boyfriend. all those muscles didn’t help much,” she replies before ending the call again.

♱ you wander the house, preparing yourself to fight at every corner you turn. “where are you, motherfucker?” you whisper to yourself as you start to creep down the hallway. and before you realize what’s happening, a gloved hand reaches around to cover your mouth from behind, muffling your panicked scream that follows.

♱ your phone drops to the floor as you quickly swing your arm back to stab the tall figure behind you. your aggressive attempt to defend yourself is reversed as the woman dodges the knife and spins you so you’re now pinned against the wall. her right hand still muffles your mouth and the left holds your wrist above your head.

♱ your hold on the knife above you is weak as you freeze in her grip, your free hand clawing at her forearm. you can feel the size of her muscular arms in your struggles. once your vision clears, your squirming slows to a stop as you are face to face —or face to mask— with your intruder. her towering figure is clothed in black-hooded fabric and a long black and white mask is layered over her head, its mouth shaped as if screaming.

♱ you breathe through your nose in short gasps. “look at you… even prettier up close.” she tilts her head as if studying you. you’re unable to see her eyes but it’s obvious she’s looking you up and down as if you’re her next meal. “scream for help and you die. y’ got that, angel?” her hand tightens its grip on your mouth and her tone is short and stiff, like a merciless general commanding orders to a feeble soldier. you confirm you understand with a small nod, eyes still welled with tears until you soon blink them away. once your breaths even, she lowers her hand. “there you go, now was that so hard?”

♱ “what the fuck do you want from me?” you ask accusingly, making sure to not get caught up in anger. luckily, your shaky words don’t provoke her and only bring her to a deep chuckle.

♱ “such naughty language,” she says with a tut, almost amused with your fear as she lifts your chin with a gloved finger. you try so hard to push away the butterflies that form in your stomach. “besides, i thought we went over this already.” she lifts her leg between your thighs, teasingly pressing her knee up against you and trapping your body against the wall. a short gasp escapes your lips at the sensation, and she smirks under her mask. she uses this position as leverage to take the knife from your grip and lazily toss it down the hallway. the sudden sound of it clattering to the floor makes you flinch and her hands quickly return to your wrists, pinning them high above your head. “i’m not going to hurt you, angel,” she whispers, her disguised face leaning in close. “not unless you want me to…” and at the end of her sentence, your name rolls off her tongue. how the hell does she know your name?

♱ “y-you’re a damn creep,” you spit back less harsh than intended, and she can tell your barriers are wavering. if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it’s difficult to focus on your frustration when her actions are affecting your body like this. your mind is fuzzy, your chest feels tight, and your core aches. a moment passes as you stare at the woman in front of you, her broad build dominating your figure. the flesh of your bare thighs involuntarily clench on either sides of her knee. you’re in short, black lingerie… of-fucking-course you’re feeling vulnerable in her arms. “what ‘re you gonna do to me then?”

♱ “only things you want me to do, sweetheart.”

♱ and at this, she has you. her words bring a breathy whimper from your lips and you grind yourself against her knee. like a slut. you’re not proud, but it feels good— fear and distress not dissipating but mixing perfectly with pleasure. it’s exhilarating. intoxicating. arousing. it’s a way you’ve never felt before in relation to sex, with your boyfriend or anyone else for that matter.

♱ “y’ dirty little thing. you like this? tryin to get yourself off at the threat of your fuckin life?” she asks, her degrading tone not doing anything to help you come to your senses. “if y’ want help, jus’ use your words.”

♱ “h-help… please,” you nod up to her, squirming and going to cover your face with your hands until you're reminded of her own gloved hands restricting you by the wrists. you want to hide— hide from her, from your shame, from the lust, from your lack of wanting to fight whatever this is. but as soon as she lowers her hand to feel how wet you are through the fabric of your underwear, all negative thoughts abandon your mind.

♱ “give up the fight, dove.” the masked woman’s voice is rich and warm, and you finally pinpoint her subtle puetro rican accent while she speaks. she feels you relax into her hand at her words and loves hearing the quiet sounds you make as one of her fingers slowly circle your clit through the thin, dampened material.

♱ “i give up- i… i give up. please, just-”

♱ “you want me inside you, baby?” she whispers into the nape of your neck, the bloodied plastic of the mask grazing across your exposed collarbone. your hurried nod cues her to remove her right glove, and her left hand lazily shoves it in the back pocket of her black jeans under her cloak. you catch a glimpse of her veined hand before she pushes your underwear to the side and thrusts two thick digits into your wet cunt. you clench around her middle and ring fingers, watching how white rings of cum drip and gather at the dark skin of her knuckles.

♱ her free hand trails up your chest and grips you by the neck, squeezing lightly and bringing a strained moan from the back of your throat. “been watchin' you for a while now. 've seen the way your fingers wrap around this throat as you touch yourself, thinkin' no one could fill those filthy desires o' yours.” your hands grasp at her forearm again and force her grip harder against you. she chuckles once she realizes what you’re trying to do, and decides to give you what you want, a tightening hold that's hard enough to leave bruising. “you like my hand right here? choking the damn life outta you? y're a sick little slut, it’s adorable.”

♱ as her long fingers thrust and curl inside your heat, you find yourself at her mercy while she fucks you against the wall. the thought of your boyfriend's cold, rotting body in the other room is long gone. and you can only focus on how warm this womanly murderer feels against you, killing just so she can get to you. now that thought is what makes you weak in the knees.

♱ “can y' keep yourself standing, baby? or do i need to fuck you on the floor?” she asks as her fingers quicken their movements.

♱ “mph- i can stand!” you insist, trying so hard to keep your jelly knees from buckling under your limp self. you feel your back start to slide down the wall, disproving your protest. you're visibly unable to hold up the weight of your own trembling body. it's not your fault your trespasser just makes you feel so fucking good. so fucking close... until she stops.

♱ her fingers pull out quickly and she seizes one of your arms, not bothering to wipe your juices off her fingers. you feel how soaked two of her fingers are as her large hand grips your upper arm, tightening to a painful squeeze.

♱ “clearly, you don't have the strength. so we're gonna try s'mthin' new,” she says before tearing your underwear off and throwing you to the wooden floor. you lay there for a moment, shock hitting you as you try to take in oxygen again. facing away from the intruder, you bring your forearms close and try to crawl towards the other end of the hallway. your hips roll to the side with every other crawl so you can rub your thighs together, attempting to recreate that same friction you felt seconds ago.

♱ in the state of hysteria, you miss the foul act of the masked woman tucking your underwear into the other back pocket of her pants.

♱ you turn your head up to see her slowly bending down to pick up the kitchen knife she tossed away minutes ago. you see the back of her head through an opening in the mask's fabric. her dark hair is short, maybe reaches just past her ears. but any further sight of her human characteristics are cut short once she stands up and her posture straightens. her head turns to you. and your breath quickens. she begins walking. every brisk step passes faster than the last as she gains more speed down the hallway, knife clutched in her fist.

♱ is this how it truly ends? a trick to get edged and then end up killed? some scary movie.

♱ alarms blare in your mind and genuine fear takes over as you try to crawl away. prey chased by predator. think y' know who wins in this twisted game.

♱ a gloved hand clutches the flesh on your shoulder and flips you onto your back. you can't seem to help your panicked scream that erupts into the fabric of that same damn glove. she removes her palm with a forceful shove away and pins both your wrists to the floor on either sides of your head. she lowers her body on top of you and straddles your hips, shushing you and reassuring she won't hurt you.

♱ you almost believe her until your frightened eyes watch her arm lift, the knife held tight in her fist. she brings it down hard causing you scream again and squeeze your eyes shut, too scared to watch how she guts you. when you don't feel any pain, you peek an eye open to watch her laugh. laugh at your terror, knife still in hand.

♱ rightfully pissed off now, for both fearing for your life and the pleasure she has delayed you of, you spit up at her ghost of a face. your saliva scatters across the plastic, but surely she felt mist of it directly through the patches of the eyes and mouth. she pauses. and if only you could see that sadistic smirk of hers, just so proud of your little defiant act.

♱ but every bad action has its consequence.

♱ the knife lifts again and is slammed down into the floor, just inches to the right of your head. the handle points up to the ceiling and your ghostface girl guides your hand up and wraps your fingers around it, then follows suit and wraps her own left hand around the handle as well. it's sentimental, you tell yourself as you focus on calming your breathing.

♱ her right hand trails down your chest and returns to its place at your cunt. she teases a finger before pushing in two again, and you can't tell how long she keeps delaying your needed orgasm. one moment, you're a pleading mess. the next, you can't speak because her gloved hand clutches at either your mouth or throat. she smells of dried blood and alcohol, bringing you close only to pause her movements for the second time.

♱ “please, i can't keep doing this. i... need to-” your begs are cut off by her taunting words.

♱ “need to what?” she asks, her mask leaning close to your face. “say it.” her intensity rises a blush to your cheeks, and when you can only let out a shy whimper, she withdraws her fingers from your aching heat again.

♱ ignoring your protests, fusses, and pouts, she shoos your hand off the knife's handle next to your head and yanks it out of the floor in one swift movement. she trails the sharp point of the blade down your torso, from your chest all the way to your mound. you can't help the little buck of your hips as the cold metal lightly grazes your clit.

♱ that little movement brings her to a chuckle. “i know a lot o' things about you, dove. but i wasn't sure you'd crave knife play this badly.”

♱ you can only muster a strained groan. and with that, she flips the weapon and gently pushes the handle into your soaking walls. the most provocative of sounds is brought at the contact, and it's music to her ears. she groans in satisfaction and ogles at how well you take it.

♱ her thrusts are slow, careful, gentle, turning and pushing and pulling... mindful of how easily she could injure the flesh of your inner thighs or even your pretty pussy with one wrong move. her skilled hands work you up again, probing your body with her calloused skin.

♱ you feel that knot in your core grow tighter and tighter. in a moment of impulse, your shaky hands reach up to grab hold of the ghostface's mask and pull it up to reveal your intruder's real identity. she just lets you, casually watching your wide-eyed reaction to her appearance as she fucks you faster.

♱ she's fucking gorgeous. you first notice her eyes, a shining grey in contrast to her darker skin. her nose is wide and hooked, her lips are plump and soon turn upward in a sly smirk as you study her. she notices your focus lingering at her lips, so she allows herself to lean in and place a light kiss to your slightly open mouth. your jaw is slack as you continue to take staggered breaths, yet you want more. you chase the kiss once she begins to pull away. connecting your panting mouth to hers again, she pushes her tongue into your mouth with a groan and swallows every sweet whimper she brings from the back of your throat.

♱ the handle of the knife continues to pump in and out of your leaking cunt. she knows you won't last much longer. you can't. you break the kiss at the last possible moment to gasp for air, and she uses that short second to pull her ghostface mask back down with her gloved hand.

♱ she wants her lips to be on yours again, but she'd be damned if she returns to the sensation. she's already internally scolding herself for becoming too attached to the taste of you, but she is just loving how you make vulgar curses sound sweet in the ways they spill from your panting lips. “f-fuck, fuck! i'm gonna-”

♱ “i know, baby, i know,” she says, her deep voice slightly softens as she speeds up her pace and grazes your clit with her thumb. “sevika,” her deep voice mutters close to your ear. and when you bite her clothed shoulder as a way to mute your own uncontrollable whimpers and moans, her gloved hand returns a threatening squeeze to your throat. after forcing you back down to the floor, she speaks again. “scream for sevika. scream my name as you cum on my fingers, dove...”

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♱ blue and red lights move across the walls through the windows. the blaring sounds of sirens are heard from outside. you think you find peace until you hear muffled yells from police officers at your front door, warning anyone who is in the entryway that they're breaking it down. you hear a countdown and loud pounding, but the ringing in your ears is louder.

♱ by the time the officers run down the hallway and get a sight of you, there's scattered radio chatter followed by paramedics springing into action and bombarding you with questions.

♱ “ma'am, can you hear me?” ... “can you tell me your name?” ... “have you been stabbed?” ... “is there anyone else in the apartment with you?” ... “who did this?”

♱ you're coughing and sputtering. your body is in a heap of blood, sweat, and tears (and cum but it's not as noticeable). at this point, you only remember little flashes.

♱ sevika. you never got to tell her how pretty that name is. you remember the outlines of her face. the trace of her fingers... the trace of that knife before it was plunged into you. not deep, nor anywhere vital. you remember being in that post-orgasm gaze... a whisper in your ear — “for evidence...” — and then a sharp pain sliding its way in and out of your side, bringing you to a pile of blood and pained tears on the floor. you were already covered in sweat — she had made sure of it, but then she had to go ruin you again. ruin your body twice.

♱ a flashlight is shining in your eyes, bringing you back to the present as well as attention to the obvious growing blood stain in your clothing. your breathing becomes strained and labored as your vision starts to cloud.

♱ “victim has three visible injuries-” you overhear paramedics take note of your body's condition as they bring in a stretcher to carry you. “stab wound and two abrasions, neck and chest...”

♱ a subtle grin sneaks its way onto your face once you realize why sevika left you in an open pile on the floor. she didn't want to kill you, but she also didn't want to see your name in a court file. seems like getting found with a stab wound would lower your chances of being high suspect for your boyfriend's murder. they have no other leads so far, but sevika made it seem like you were at the wrong place at the wrong time.

♱ you know police will pester you with further questions and investigations, but you don't care. your lips are sealed.

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♡ this was so rushed i actually don’t like it but WHATEV

♡ hope y'all enjoyed! lmk if y'all want this to be a series bc i love halloween too much to only post spooky themes once a year...

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tag list: @lovinglywriting ♡

[delucat]

25 Questions About Bloody Painter

1. Birthday? Height? Physique?

Born on October 1, 1980, under the Libra sign.

In the current storyline, he's about 26 years old.

He stands 178 cm tall with a well-built physique.

2. Favorite food and drink?

He loves sweets and cocoa; basically, he enjoys all kinds of chocolate.

In all official works, the brown drink you see him consuming is not coffee but cocoa.

3. What kind of scent does he have?

He uses perfume to mask the smell of formalin used in specimen preparation or the rusty smell of blood.

His preferred scent is oceanic.

4. His MBTI?

INTJ.

5. Preferred clothing style?

He likes simple and sleek outfits, often wearing colors in calm tones.

Also, the blue jacket he usually wears isn’t a trench coat; it’s a suit jacket.

6. Does he smoke or drink?

He doesn't smoke or drink because he finds the smell of smoke pungent and dislikes the bitter taste of alcohol.

If he has to drink, he prefers fruity soda-like alcohol or sweet cocktails that barely taste like alcohol (he has childlike taste preferences). His alcohol tolerance is average.

7. Does he listen to music? What genre?

He listens to almost anything and becomes particularly interested in music with unique styles from an artistic appreciation standpoint.

8. How does he kill?

He's a clean freak and dislikes making a mess at crime scenes.

His methods focus on easy cleanup, avoiding unnecessary torture of his victims.

9. Does he cook for himself? What type of dishes does he usually make?

He’s good at household chores and can prepare common Western dishes.

10. Favorite color?

Blue.

11. Does he watch TV shows or movies? What genres does he like?

Yes, he enjoys anything with innovative themes or visual techniques.

However, he dislikes romance dramas because he can't understand or relate to love, which makes them boring for him.

12. Is he a light or heavy sleeper?

He’s a night owl and a light sleeper, which causes his prominent dark circles.

13. When does he wear gloves?

He only wears gloves when handling objects or when he doesn’t want to leave fingerprints.

14. Preferred medium for painting?

For his public art, he prefers oil paints for oil paintings.

As for those darker pieces, he might mix in victims' blood or other substances.

15. Does he smile when he’s in a good mood?

Yes, but it’s rare for anyone to see it. Also, when he’s shy, he tries to hide his emotions by looking away, but his flushed cheeks and ears give him away.

16. Regarding character pairings?

In the 2018 version update, all pairings with other authors' OCs were removed to keep his story realistic. He is currently single.

However, fans are free to create any pairings in their fanworks.

17. Defining trait?

Selfishness.

18. Sexual orientation?

He identifies as agender, meaning he doesn’t feel tied to any particular gender. His attraction to others is based purely on his mood and feelings.

To put it simply, he doesn’t care about gender.

Also, agender ≠ asexual; he still has sexual desires but finds it difficult to develop intimate relationships due to his cautious nature (which likely means he's still a virgin).

19. In terms of intimacy?

He behaves gently and gentlemanly, but he has a deep-seated violent streak.

If his partner consents, he may become more dominant and leave marks, enjoying the sense of control.

20. Does he have possessiveness towards his partner?

Yes, but he respects his partner, so he wouldn’t try to control or limit them.

However, it’s clear when he’s jealous!

21. What was his childhood like?

He suffered severe mental abuse from his controlling mother, leaving him psychologically shattered, though his body bears no signs of physical abuse.

For more details, refer to the 2018 version story animation: https://youtu.be/AaHgY62-ggI

22. Would he make a good father?

Since he never experienced a normal family life, he doesn’t believe he would be a good father and doesn’t aspire to become one.

He thinks, "The world doesn’t need another me." However, he would make a great older brother or mentor.

23. Ethnicity and nationality?

The official story doesn’t specify his nationality, but he is ethnically white.

24. Is he really afraid of cockroaches?

He’s not afraid of insects and even makes insect specimens.

His fear of cockroaches stems more from his germaphobia than the insect itself, as he perceives them as dirty creatures.

25. Any other tidbits?

● He values manners, so he avoids cursing. Still, in moments of stress, he might accidentally let out a quiet curse. 

● When he’s alone and relaxed or happy, he hums to himself.

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Do you have any more questions about Bloody Painter?

Feel free to ask in the comments, and I’ll reply when I have time!

[harrysmimi]

Cuddly Mood

Synopsis: One where Harry comes home from work to his girl being clingy. He ain't complaining.

More of my work

Harry had told his girl to not wait for him for dinner as he would be late, and that she should to go to bed. Basically not wait up for him as he got work.

He was working late at night on some new music. Not essentially planning to write a whole new album just yet, he just wanted to het these new out and into production and see how things go from there for him and his new future projects.

YN understood where he came from. She's an artist too after all. She sometimes want to spend all day and night, in her studio painting and work on this one piece of art which would not budge off her head until it was out. She's had those days and Harry's always been respectful and supportive of her.

But she wanted to be selfish today and hold him back and cuddle him all day. Well, she could barely bring herself to do that because he was so excited about this new song he had in his mind. Or melody? Or a rhythm? Or a beat? She doesn't quite know how music works.

This afternoon Harry got ready to leave for studio after he'd returned from gym, all showered up and dressed up. He wore a pair black washed jeans a simple white tshirt, which she likes to steal from him some times. He took a hoodie with him incase he's cold, which he always is at the studio.

He's been going to gym religiously now, so he's been more muscley and big, he's still his shy self which makes him like her giant human cuddle bear. Especially with his instincts of him wanting to hold her and make her feel safe. Oh boy, did that make her all mushy!

She just wanted cling on him all day and take a big fat nap. But she had to let him go for few hours.

But she still deserves his undivided attention, especially when he's back from a long tour and will be going back very soon.

She's a night owl, Harry knows it. So when he came back home to her place, he found her dusting her furniture around. She's like her cat, who likes to zoom around at three in the morning.

And it was three in the morning when he came back!

"Hi, angel!" He chirps as he locked the door behind him. "What are you doing up so late baby?" Dropping his stuff on the sofa he walked upto her, snaking his arms around her tummy he pulled her close to him, placing a chaste of kisses on her neck and back of her head. She melted in his embrace.

Exactly what she craved all day!

"I'm not sleepy." She mumbled.

"You need to fix that sleep schedule of yours, angel, it's not healthy." He expressed his concerns, "no coffee for you after three in the afternoon!"

"Hey!" She whined.

"Yes!" He argued back. "You wanna go to bed now?"

"Yeah," she agreed.

Harry was changing out of his clothes. He took off his hoodie and shirt, and got rid of his pants.

On rare nights his boxers and basketball shorts stayed on and today was one of them. His girl doesn't mind, there is nothing she haven't seen. He doesn't feel insecure around her anymore and does she, which is amazing!

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I have your hoodie?" She asked.

"Yeah, which one do you want baby?" He asked, changing into a different pair of boxers.

"The one you wore today?"

"Aren't you going to be hot, angel?" He enquired, because it was getting warmer and he doesn't want her to layer up.

"No, I'll just wear that and nothing underneath." She explained.

"You sure about that?" He asked, just to be sure.

"Mhmm."

"Alright strip down!" Harry smirked cheekily. He was all done dressing half decent, he took two strads towards where she was stood in the bathroom, applying her moisturiser.

Her sleep shirt caught onto her earrings as she was taking it off. "Ouch!"

"Be careful there!" He stepped in and carefully untangled the shirt from her earring. "You okay?"

"Yeah!" She nodded. Harry smiled and carefully pulled the neckhole of his hoodie (which is now both of theirs to share!) over her head, before his hands travelled behind her back to unhook her bra. He slipped his off but not before taking the opportunity to have a quick feel of her breasts, run his hands over her delicious tummy rolls towards her hips. "Stop it tickles!"

"Yeah?" He teased her, tickling her more under her breasts.

"Stop!" She laughed holding onto his wrists tightly. He stopped and helped her put her arms through the sleeves.

"My favourite!" He commented on her wearing her "cute set" of underwear, which were a pair of pastel green granny panties with french fries on them.

They're adorable okay!

"Stop tickling me, I've missed you enough all day!" She pouted feeling his hands wander down to her bum, trying his best to tickle her.

He gasped, "I need to make up for it, don't I?" With that he threw her over his shoulder as he brought her back out to their room and carefully placed her on their shared bed. "Why didn't you call me then if you missed me so much?"

"I did not felt like wanting to disturb you while you worked." She explained as he peppered her face with sloppy and wet kisses.

"You can never disturb me!" He exclaimed quietly, "could have worked on that song later. Next time just tell me, okay? I'd prefer to spend time with you!"

"Mhmm! I will." She agreed, "now kiss me?"

"Gladly!" With that he placed his mouth on hers, giving her a tender kiss. "I've missed you too today! Wrote a song about you and us."

"You did?" She was so surprised even though he tells her when a song is inspired by her. It still manages to surprise her, thinking she can be a muse to someone's art when it's always been the other way around for her. He always finds new things about to sing in his songs.

Where as he's always been muse of her art!

"Yeah, wrote about how much I love you, and how I wanna be with you for as long as you want me!"

"I want you forever!"

"Forever, yeah?" He rested his forehead on hers.

The next few minutes he spent talking about the song and loving on her until she fell asleep, snuggled close to his bare chest.

He'd never enjoyed being a big spoon in his life!

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[catboymoments]

you do a really nice job emulating the owl house art style!

i think its really cool that despite being pretty simplistic, TOH does a good job like, showing a character’s age? a lot of shows the lines between young adult and child and sometimes Middle Aged Folk gets super blurry- a lot of artists i feel struggle with this including me- so like?? idk its cool to see and know “this person is older” yknow?

sorry im in a chatty mood i dont normally rock up in peoples asks like this— i just think its neat and youre cool and okay bye

YAYAAAAAA I agree! For drawing different ages I usually remember 1) proportions and 2) skin elasticity. Once a person is done growing they’ll more than likely have the same skull and features for the rest of their life, so you just have to think about how the skin would sag and wrinkle over time ??? Maybe I should draw it out idk

[mohgreal]

reviving mohg nation with my mohg hc list as promised hooray

CW: probably a little ooc, my personal propaganda, blood ??

good luck having a truly healthy relationship with this guy

he deals with the concept of abandonment by not allowing anyone to leave lol. notice how once you join the mohgwyn palace you can only leave by teleporting through graces? yeah you're not leaving...no refunds 

he does the classic lovebombing shit or just gaslights you if you DO try to leave assuming you're valuable to him somehow. alternatively if you're useless he just kills you sorry dude

probably one of the few people in the elden ring universe that would say "yes" if you just came up to him out of nowhere and asked to join his gang/be friends/some third thing. you would have to prove yourself first though so good luck with the blood

can genuinely howl down like three feasts in one go but he only does it in private because it would be embarrassing and a real lord has to keep his dignity yk....

his robes and clothes are all hand tailored for him

/modern au split from here/

enjoys both classical AND rock music as well as darkwave

i feel like he would know english/spanish/greek and old latin. hes learned alot of languages lol

likes 'expensive' food take that how you will

also likes going to various plays and operas when he feels like it, and sometimes watches movies

has tons of original famous art hanged up around his mansion

did i mention hes rich

its from his mohgwyn cartel

still has the title of 'lord of blood' but people rarely call him that apart from when they're trying to flatter his ego

youve heard of him not being able to do (romantic) relationships but he also doesn't know how to do (platonic) ones either. if your his friend assume he will randomly come to your house unannounced and invite you to all kinds of random gatherings

hes good at chess as well

if you manage to convince him to be his family eg. sibling/child where you live with him he will literally wake you up in the middle of the night because hes only awake during the night like a owl (💀)

hes not bothered to make food so he has some poor underpaid smuck make it for him (and its probably varre)

he likes the classical mix of addiction like drinking/smoking and gambling

the true gamble is how he treats you though he has massive mood swings and theres no telling if hes going to snap at you randomly or if hes going to get you dinner while reading you a bedtime story

he wasn't bothered to get into politics so he votes red because he likes the colour red and was surprised when the red was president marika, and he complained about it for weeks

formal but he tries to use slang and failed miserably so now he complains about the existence of slang 

doesnt show up to marikas family dinners. when he does varre is there as moral support for some reason

there was more i forgor

[ylidelle]

Ominis Gaunt Head Canons

These are my personal head canons for my fancy blonde mole-specked heathen. 💚

Background

Birthday: July 25, 1875

Blood status: Pure-blood

Hair colour: Dark blonde

Eye colour: Light blue

Family members: One of the seven children of the House of Gaunt — four girls and three boys; Ominis is the second youngest (it’s normal in the Victorian era to have a large family); his family are pure-blood supremacists

Patronus: A large serpent

Animagus: Large cow reticulated python (because of his beauty marks all over his face and body)

Height: 5’10 to 6’

Body type: Lithe and toned

Favourite snack: Chocolate Frogs

Favourite drink: Earl grey tea

Future Career: Healer

What you’ll smell from Amortentia when you like him: Violet flowers, tea, chocolate

Personality

Cold at first and has difficulty trusting people

His fondness for cats reveals this soft side

Introvert — not actually shy, but is always reserved; likes being alone most of the time; loves the silence

Emphatic to people he’s close to

Has “mother hen” tendencies — always concerned with the well-being of people close to him and is very protective

Scolds you whenever you get into trouble but still tolerates you — says you’re insufferable but loves you anyway

Always calm and collected unless his friends get into trouble; he always gets exasperated whenever that happens

A true-blue gentleman

When you’re close to him, he’s very mischievous — jokes around, pranks you, teases you, etc.

Witty, sarcastic, snarky, and mildly arrogant — will banter and have verbal sparring with you when you’re already close to him

He is very kind and soft-spoken when not in his “mischievous mood” or when he hasn’t discovered the trouble you got yourself into yet

Despite being good-looking, people tend to avoid him due to his Gaunt lineage and family background; people think he’s into the Dark Arts when it’s the other way around (we already know that he despises the Dark Arts in-game)

Enjoys fashion despite not being able to see. He likes to dress up like a fine gentleman and keeps himself always prim and proper

Always the most well-groomed person

Talents and Hobbies

His hobby is sleeping anywhere (already seen in-game) — during free times on the floors and benches, and even during classes, causing him to get less than stellar grades sometimes, but when he does pay attention, he’s pretty intelligent

He can play the piano by ear. He uses his wand to detect the keys, but his muscle memory already knows where they are and can play without it (90% of piano players can play with their eyes closed)

Loves reading — uses his wand to read the books; enchants the books so he can hear the words in his head like an audio book if there aren’t any braille versions

Friendship with Sebastian

He still considers Sebastian his oldest friend, but they aren’t as close as they were before the events in the catacombs with the relic and Solomon dying because of Sebastian’s recklessness

They are civil and only hangs out with Sebastian if MC is with them

Very snarky with Sebastian and is always quiet when with him; only speaks when he needs to when he’s with Sebastian

Doesn’t talk about what happened in their fifth year because it’s still a sore topic for him and he doesn’t want to get into a fight with Sebastian; only gets resolved when MC helps them out and talk it out with the both of them

What’s he like when crushing on you

Gets shy and awkward when he starts to realise he likes you more than a friend

Similar to a stray cat that’s wary but wants to be loved so badly and yet doesn't understand how to get there

He acts nonchalant, but deep down, he is screaming when you are being affectionate either friendly or romantically

Likes your friendly hugs, arms hooked around each other, and any skinship you offer when in private as friends (usually in the Undercroft); doesn’t like PDAs even during friendship

Sends you letters through owls just to check up on you and asks about how your day or weekend had been if he hasn’t seen you for a day or more

He will vehemently deny having any feelings for you, often becoming flustered or defensive when the topic is brought up

Resorts to teasing or mocking you as a way to hide his true feelings, which can come across as mean-spirited or sarcastic, then feels guilty about it internally and suddenly tries to make up for it by being extra kind (like offering to hold things for you, do something for you, etc.)

May become jealous when he sees you with someone else but will deny it and pretend not to care

Displays protective instincts, looking out for you without admitting it, such as helping you out discreetly or defending you from others

Acts aloof and disinterested when interacting with you, maintaining a tough exterior to conceal his affection

Tries to come up with excuses to spend more time with you (even when you’re in a different House)

Is very generous with time and gifts even as a friend; will always buy you your favourite snack, pay for your meal at the Three Broomsticks from time to time, and give you gifts on your birthday

How he lets you know he likes you and how he confesses to you

He will give you subtle hints first like endearing compliments, passing comments, subtle flirtatious jokes, surprise gifts, and subtle invitations to “friendly dates” during your normal conversation (e.g. “Of course, anything for my favorite person,” “And love you for it,” “Great job on passing your NEWTs. Here’s a Chocolate Frog as a reward,” “We worked hard taking care of your animals in the Room of Requirement. Don’t you think we deserve some Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks? My treat.”)

He will confess face-to-face at a private place and when you’re both comfortable, like when tending to your plants or taking care of your animals in the Room of Requirement, having a friendly date at the secluded park at the back of Ceridwen's Cauldrons in Hogsmeade, strolling around the Black Lake, etc.

He blushes like mad when he confesses and tells you that he has developed feelings for you for so long and wouldn’t want to graduate without telling you about it

He is straightforward when speaking to you about his feelings, holds your hand when telling you he loves you romantically for the first time, then hugs you tightly when you reciprocate, nuzzling his face in your shoulder

What’s he like in the relationship

Always thinks of new places and activities to take you on a date every week

If he’s generous as a best friend/crush, he’s even more of a giver when you’re together

Doesn’t let an argument last for more than a day; always wants to talk it out and resolve the issue

Doesn’t easily get jealous, but tends to get anxious when another guy gets your attention

Very loyal — doesn’t engage in another girl’s advances because he doesn’t want to cheat on you even when inebriated

Loves holding hands, playing with your fingers and palm, as well as caressing and kissing them

He’s always sleepy and always has nap dates with you in the Room of Requirement; he’s always cuddled up with you, his head buried in your neck or chest

He doesn’t let anyone see his hair getting messy unless it’s you and he loves it when you play with his hair or massage his scalp

He doesn’t like public display of affection but loves skinship and loves to feel your warmth against him when you two are alone; he’s touchy-feely when in private

Although he doesn’t like PDA, due his love for skinship, he would still hold your hand every now and then, and there will be lingering touches on your arm or he would sometimes play with the ends of your hair (if your hair is long)

He would play the piano for you whilst you spend time alone with him in the Room of Requirement

He will help you with homework, assist you in your errands, and go with you when you roam around the Scottish Highlands

Very communicative, transparent, empathetic and considerate

Treats you as his bestest friend and confidant as much as you are his lover

What’s he like in the bedroom

He is reserved and a little shy, but usually only the first few times since he’s a virgin before your relationship

Cuddling is one of his favourite forms of skinship, so this is almost always how it all starts for the both of you in the bedroom

He basically turns into a giant cuddle bug with zero personal space

Likes to be the big spoon

He likes to intertwine your legs and his arms around you — feeling your soft skin, playing with your hair, kisses on your forehead, cheeks, lips, and neck until it goes to every inch of your skin

He likes to be affectionate when behind closed doors, but needs an emotional and strong connection first

Listens to your requests, follows them, and always checks in with you to make sure you are enjoying what he is doing

Also makes sure that you are happy with what you do — be it taking the lead or following his guidance

He always lets you finish first and considers your pleasure before his

Usually is very gentle, but when you ask for it, he can be rough with you; he can also be very rough when you kept on teasing him and denying him any pleasure at first

Aftercare has him cleaning you before himself and making sure you're well taken care of before cuddling with you again; he likes to talk for hours after your session, talking about feelings, about the experience, what you both would like to do better next time and would like to try out, and so on until you both fall asleep

[zetadraconis11]

Estelle Ilson Wizarding World Alphabet

~~~ Here I am again sharing more info about my MCs, starting with Estelle Ilson! I plan to do Cael's shortly after, but I love these templates to add more info. I hope this isn't too sudden or overwhelming, lol Credit to @dwellinginsilence for this blank template! 🪄Wizarding World Alphabet🪄

🐈Animagus: Estelle is a true Hufflepuff of hard-working and loyalty, and her animagus form perfectly reflects that with her being a Badger! She's fiercely defensive of her loved ones and friends, and she's a very determined and ambitious person. Just like a badger :]

😱Boggart: If it's her irrational fear, it would probably be an acromantula as she hates spiders. If it were a more mature fear, it would be herself with pain extracted like Isidora, but it makes her more apathetic and villainous.

🍎Class: Her favorite classes are Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts. She loves Potions as it makes her think of baking, and she's been baking since she was 8 (that's a bit of a long story). DADA of course is also her favorite as she aspires to be an Auror to help bring justice to more dark wizards. Not to mention she loves to duel, especially with Sebastian, hehe.

💀Dark Magic: Estelle doesn't really like Dark Magic. She doesn't mind dangerous spells like Confringo and Bombarda, but she does not like the Unforgivables for sure. And after the events in 5th year, she is even more against it when she was hesitant at first.

🌀Expecto Patronum/Patronus: The first time she ever tried the Patronus Charm, it was during the sixth year. Her patronus is a grey wolf that represents a certain freckled Slytherin boy since I do headcanon Sebastian to be a (grey) wolf Animagus.

🧹Flying: Estelle likes flying, but she wasn't in the mood to try out for Quidditch. She does like watching her brother, friends, and her eventual boyfriend play Quidditch, though. She does have an affinity to riding a Thestrel, as she doesn't mind the "ominous" creatures.

🏏Game team: She is loyal to her friends, and also her House, so she just stays neutral and enjoys watching the games for fun.

🏠House: She's a Hufflepuff of course, but a part of her fun side personality is what made the Sorting Hat work with her for a little bit longer.

🔵Imperio: She doesn't care for Unforgivables, especially after seeing them at work. Not to mention, she hates manipulation, so this curse really rubs her the wrong way.

💼Job: She wants to be an Auror. Duelling is one of her best skills, and she wants to use it for a good reason. Not to mention, she wasn't too pleased with how Officer Singer handled things, lol, so she is determined to help change the justice system for the better.

💋Kiss: She never kissed anyone growing up. She didn't really have time, nor managed to have a fancy last long. Then she got to Hogwarts, and she kissed Sebastian's cheek when they departed at King's Cross after 5th year. Their first kiss later happens in the spring of 6th year when they finally confess to each other.

🧠Legilimancy: She learned Occlumency before being an Auror, not wanting any dark wizards looking into her head and see her thoughts and memories.

🐉Magical beasts: She loves thestrels and nifflers, but also the phoenix she and Cael found and rescued. She loves all of their magical creatures they rescued, actually, but she is most partial to Omen the Thestrel.

📝N. E. W. T./OWL: 5th year was insane for her and Cael, but she doesn't let that stop her from being a good student. She takes the OWLs, and she did the best in Potions and DADA with "Outstanding" with Divination being the worst with "Poor". Everything else ranges in "Exceeds Expectations" and "Acceptable".

🦉Owl: So, Estelle is fascinated by things that aren't the norm. Instead of an owl, she gets a bat, lol. She names him Dusk, and he's a fruit bat. Dusk is very chill, and she loves to have him perched like a falcon....If a falcon hung upside down, haha. She hugs him plenty, and he bleps like a cat.

🌱Plant: She doesn't mind magical plants, but she will always love lavender flowers. She's loved the smell of them ever since she was a child, and she loves adding lavender to her biscuits (cookies). It's her trademark baked good.

🏉Quidditch: She....missed try-outs in 6th year, and by the time 7th year try-outs happened, she didn't care to play. She much preferred just watching.

💭Remember: Her best memory was probably when she and Cael were taken in by Professor Fig. They were raised in an orphanage, and no one ever wanted to adopt the twins before, so Fig meant a lot to her, and Fig started to become a father to the two of them. Estelle often thinks back on the short time she got to know Fig and sadly smile at the fond memories.

🩸Status:blood: Muggle-born. Estelle's and Cael's parents were Muggle, but their father's brother was magic. And yes, the twins sadly have heard the "M" word in Hogwarts, but they didn't let it deter them.

🍬Treats/Honeyduke’s: Like I've said before, she loves to bake, and her favorite thing to make and eat is lavender biscuits. When she goes to Honeydukes, though, she likes the traditional chocolate frogs. She is very much a sweet tooth, and she loves butterbeer as well.

❌Ugly bad habits: She is very much a people pleaser. She can't say no when people ask for favors or want her to do something for them. This leads to her running all over the place in 5th year, do so much for everyone, even adults in Highlands or Hogsmeade. She sadly grew up and was molded to seek approval, especially approval from adults, so that's why she runs herself ragged to help.

🙊Veritaserum: Estelle does get worried about drinking something spiked with Veritaserum as she has so many secrets that she doesn't want to unwillingly spill. Like everything involving Sebastian, and all of the ancient magic she and Cael dealt with. She has considered brewing it, but she didn't see a need to make some during her Hogwarts years. Maybe when she becomes an Auror, though...

🪄Wand: Wood - Cherry; Core - Dragon Heartstring; Flexibility - Pliant; Style - Spiral; Length - 11 inches; Wand Handle - Imperial Brown and Gold

➕Xtra: She does have a three-clawed scar that goes from the top of her forehead on the left side and down to her cheek, over her eye. She and her brother were scarred by the same animal: a tiger at the zoo. One of the orphan kids they were supervising go too close, so Estelle and Cael rushed to the girl and pulled her away. But not before they got slashed by paw swipes of the large, dangerous cat. Their caretaker, Madam Lindsey, made things worse for them as she tutted at seeing their scars. She even said to their faces: "You both had such pretty faces. What a shame." So, Estelle is more self-conscious about her scar as she doesn't think any boy would find her pretty after being "marred". But Sebastian proves that wrong very quickly.

🤢Yuck: Estelle is prone to throw up when she's deeply frightened. So, dealing with too many spiders in Jackdaw's Tomb? She lost her lunch over the edge of the bridge while Cael patted her back. Same deal happened later when they were stuck in that dreadful haunted Hogsmeade shop.

😜Zonkos: Estelle is VERY playful. She never got to be mischievous growing up in the orphanage as she was forced to grow up quickly, but when she gets to Hogwarts, she wants to have so much fun when she can. She wouldn't ever be as trouble-making as the Sallow twins, but she does tease her brother a lot (especially when it's about his crush on a certain someone, lol). She is not one for impractical jokes, though, seeing that as too far. She also likes puns, so whenever Sebastian does a play on words, it always makes her laugh or giggle.

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And there we have it! Some more information blurbs about Estelle! Like I said, I'll probably do Cael's shortly after. There might be some confusing parts of her lore like the orphanage deal, but I DO intend to go more in length about that side of things on a separate post. That is...if you guys don't mind me going on more and more about my MCs, lol. ^^'

Anyway, thanks for checking this out, and thank you again @dwellinginsilence for the template!

[neopolitansworld]

@emil162

I absolutely love the concept for Yurei Attack Pretty Cure fanseries!!! I was even more excited when Emilo invited us to design the remaining team members, so I decided to give it a shot.╰(*°▽°*)╯

I welcome;

Cure Spectre is the second Cure in Yūrei Attack!👻 Pretty Cure. She is an alter ego of Mamori Yoru, a first year middle school student in the Ouija Boarding School in Gōsutotaun.

Cure Spectre is a ghost saving Cure of communication and protection and represents blue coloured mantra.

Her catchphrases are "Your friendly neighbourhood ghost, Boo wHoo! It’s Cure Spectre!" 💙👻 and "Catch you on the flip side!”🛹✨

She is a night owl who thrives in the late hours of the night, using the quiet and stillness to focus on her art, her favorite medium being spray-paint. It's during these times that she feels most creative and alive. Despite her bags under her eyes due to her late-night art sessions, this doesn’t affect her mood as she maintains an infectious enthusiasm and a positive outlook on life, however it does affect her grades. In addition to her love for art, she's an avid skateboarder. The adrenaline rush she gets from skateboarding complements her artistic passion, and it's a way for her to unwind and clear her mind as she skates on her way to school.

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After one of her trips to the store to purchase more paint, she passes the graveyard that her classmate, Meguri works at. After hearing strange noises and seeing a weird figure past by she is intrigued as she is fascinated with supernatural beings. Whilst trying to follow the figure, she bumps into Meguri who is also looking for the figure so Yoru leads to where she last saw it. After finding it, they discover that it is a Mõittekis. Meguri transforms, whilst Yoru stays back and is in awe and admires Cure Busters form and watches her fight (from a safe distance). The fight goes one way as the Mõittekis starts to gain the upper hand. Yoru sees this and tries to distract it whilst Cure Buster recovers. Due to her agility from riding, she dodges its attack and soon Cure Buster strikes again, however it becomes agitated and releases its fury. Yoru hears a faint voice asking for help and gains the strength and willpower to fight and defeat the Mõittekis as she transforms into Cure Spectre. She fights alongside Cure Buster and defeats it with her individual attack. From there on she becomes great friends with Meguri and more enthusiastic towards supernatural beings and is excited for her next battle to transform into her alter ego and save the stray souls.

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Cure Spectre's individual attack – Phantasm Projection

When performing this attack Cure Spectre starts with the words "Let’s Haunt the night away! Phantasm Projection!" and summons a ghostly projection from the ground and launches it towards the enemy. After purifying the soul she whispers "I hear you forever in our hearts".

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Yoru - meaning “night” but can also imply “loneliness” or “isolation”

Mamori - meaning "protect, defend, obey."

[mr-telephoneman]

Headcanons - How you meet | K.Bokuto

ଘ BUMPED SHOULDERS | Kōtarō Bokuto

ଘ he is my schnuckms

ଘ please don’t steal my work

It was after a game, Bokuto Kōtarō bumped into you on his way to the water fountain. You were surrounded by your friends as you looked up to him to apologies

Bokuto Kōtarō was entranced at the way your doe eyes bored into his owl-like ones, as if he were starting at an Angel. His heart beat quickened as he felt a ticklish feeling in his stomach as if butterflies were swarming in him.

Bokuto Kōtarō had returned to the gym with the dopiest smile on his face swinging side to side drunk on love. His teammates asked what he was on and he cheesily sighed “Love…”

Bokuto Kōtarō who can’t stop daydreaming about you after that (barely) exchange. What we’re you like? Did you like volleyball? Is that why you were coming from the gym? Did you watch him? Did you like how he played? Do you play? Did you think he looked attractive? Did he look attractive that day? What are you like in a relationship? Would you want to get into a relationship with him?

Bokuto Kōtarō who has mood swings just thinking about you even though you’ve barely met, he doesn’t even know your name. His team can’t keep up with his feelings. Just you alone by merely bumping into the dope, managed to throw him completely off his game. So when Akaashi suggested “Why don’t you just look for them?”

Bokuto Kōtarō became determined to find you again, thinking fate would bring the two of you together like red strings tied to both of your pinkies.

Bokuto Kōtarō who went through blood sweat and tears in order to find you again, searching from senior to junior halls, looking in different clubs even asking students passing by, giving a terrible description of you, if they know who you are. It was like you were apart of his imagination, a ghost in his head.

Bokuto Kōtarō who was depressed from not being able to find you, mindlessly scrolling on instagram to get rid of the plague infesting his mind that is you who bumped into him. You that he is going crazy over. You that he thinks about all day everyday. You that he doesn’t even know your name of yet somehow has always been on his mind. You that has an instagram art account. Wait… scrolling quickly up, a picture of you with a bright smile embracing your lips, with an artwork behind you as you hold an award in your hands. He recognised that bubbly feeling he recieved in his stomach and the quickening of his heart. It was definitely you.

Bokuto Kōtarō who scrolled endlessly on your instagram page just looking at pictures like you. He found out your hobbies, what you liked, what you disliked even. He also finally found your name.

Bokuto Kōtarō who keeps thinking about your name everyday, daydreaming about just two words alone. How he would cheesily write his name next to yours, they seemed to be a perfect match, a perfect pair. He would even replace your last name with his, see how it looks. He obviously quickly scratched it out, embarrassed that he is already thinking about the marriage stage whilst he is only in high school and hasn’t even talked to you yet.

Bokuto Kōtarō who, on the same day of his daydreams increasing after learning your name, bumps into a shoulder as he walked in the hallway. He looked to the person he bumped into apologising for his clumsiness, however those same doe eyes that had been driving him crazy looked back up at him. It was you again, you that’s always running on his mind, you that he thinks about everyday and every night loosing sleep, you that he gets constant mood swings about and being thrown off his game. It’s you.

Bokuto Kōtarō who has seemed to forget his words bubbling nonchalantly as a heat started to rise on his face. He tried to look at anything else so he didn’t look like a big doofus in your eyes. He looked down at your hands and noticed green’s and blue’s paint covering your hands which one was also holding two fresh new paintbrushes.

Bokuto Kōtarō who gets taken aback when he hears your voice once more, oh how sweet like honey your voice was, slowly going into his system. “You’re the person I bumped into at the volleyball game!” You state, eager that you recognised him from a month ago. Yet it was funny how you two meet once more with bumped shoulder. Bokuto calls it fate. He sees your face turn to different shades of red when he realised he said the cheesiest thing in the world out loud. (He is really trying :( )

Bokuto Kōtarō who practically melts when he hears your giggles at his words as you push a strand of your hair out of your face. He swears he saw you dressed in a white gown doing the exact same thing. Like is whole future just flashed before his eyes.

Bokuto Kōtarō who actually gets to have a converstation with you in the halls. He already knew you liked art but hearing it come from your lips was a whole other feeling. He tried to talk about anything else but volleyball with you, not wanting to get his special interest in the way of hearing you speak. Yet he couldn’t contain himself.

Bokuto Kōtarō who feels himself falling inlove all over again when he sees you actually engaged in his talk about his favourite sport and not just listening to it half hardly on getting annoyed. You were actually interested in his the sports he holds so dear to his heart.

Bokuto Kōtarō whose heart skips a beat when you ask to exchange phone numbers. He whipped his phone out so quick that if had a loose grip on it, it would’ve went flying. (Thankfully it didn’t).

Bokuto Kōtarō who keeps repeating the same story of how he managed to get your number over and over again to his team mates. They practically know the story off by heart, exact same words and phrases he used in his recount. Even poor Akaashi couldn’t escape from his upperclassmen’s blabbering. At this point practically the whole school has figured out that Bokuto is head over heels for the overachieving art student of Fukurodani.

Bokuto Kōtarō who gets all giddy like a middle school girl when he receives a text from you. He is practically jumping on his toes as his face is covered pink. The grip you had on the big dumb owl-like boy amazes his teammates. You bumped into him, twice and he souly believes the two of you are soulmates.

Bokuto Kōtarō who tries even harder than usual when he sees you on the benches watching him practise. The art club had been cancelled that day so you decided to watch him play. Every strike of the ball gets harder and harder as he tries his best to impress you. Yet you didn’t need him to try this hard in a practise game against his own team mates, you were already mesmerised by the way he plays.

Bokuto Kōtarō who wants to be in a relationship with, but literally has no clue how to pursue you. He practically has hearts in his eyes whenever he sees you but has no clue how to present his feelings. He doesn’t want to scare you away! (Even though Akaashi is guaranteed you know about Bokuto’s fat crush on you)

So when you took matters into your own hands and placed your feelings on the table. The way you poured your heart out to him, hearing you struggling with the same things he was on not knowing how to address these unspoken feelings, and not wanting to scare away the other party. How you rambled and rambled on about different feelings and emotions you felt. When you finally asked the godforsaken question “Would you like to go on a date with me?” Bokuto Kōtarō practically screamed

“YES!”

ଘ I went over the word limit on tumblr 💀🦅

ଘ I loved writing this tho as cheesy as it was :3

[mayusteapot]

I don't know what the rest of you think but I feel like Uncle Jimmy is living his best life. I'd much rather dance around a fire in an old orchard reciting poems and stories in a beard and a jumper than "stand in the presence of kings". Instead of bowing to them he has his own fairy kingdom. I guess Emily might mean that might have been more consistently creative and would have written down his work and been more presentable to the world had he not hit his head. But it seems Uncle Jimmy already is plenty happy. He has a home, money to spend and spare, a garden and grounds to tend. Perhaps this is another inkling of Emily's search for glory. Though, had Uncle Jimmy been inclined to seek recognition, his family or society would hardly have stood in his way, like for Emily.

I love the atmosphere of this half of the chapter so very much. It was one of my favourite chapters to read again and again as a kid. I used to spend summers on our cabin reading these books, sitting by the firepit where we barbecued in the evenings after sauna, and it was very easy to step into these scenes from there.

Oh, the number of times I have tried to recreate Teddy's whistle. Yes, I'm of the persuasion that when a character keeps twisting their face or smiling cheekily, I need to do it too while reading. And yes, I'm doing it again as I write this. [It's even worse for characters I've written myself. Once kept adding "hmm-hoooo" after each sentence in my mind for weeks after writing an owl who kept doing that. Hmm-hooo]

Now I'm wondering if Teddy by himself would have been magic with his call and his witchy art, if his mother wasn't so strange and wreathed in mystery or does he draw it from the New Moon atmosphere. Am I being unkind to Teddy making him just an extension of someone else? Who knows.

Another rather "simple" Irish person. Kelly is distinctly an Irish name. Maybe there should be a Paddy Watch in this club.

I'm now fascinated with Aunt Elizabeth's moods. Was there a reason for this mood that had no cause that no one could placate, or was she herself the reason. I've had a friend or two who've had these moods where they take out some internal stuff on other people, while also not being able to discern that that's what it is. [Come to think of it, as someone who works in customer service I'm aware that some people even live their whole lives in such moods.] But I mean, poor cat. I can forgive Aunt Elizabeth much, but not her hatred of cats.

[mood-owl]

a fallen star

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[pirunika]

Eos Odessa : A stalwart mage with mysterious powers and a melancholic, almost Ket-like mannerism. There are many rumors surrounding this woman. And not all pleasant. Description: Standing at a rather short height, she has a sturdy built with round features and white skin. Her large shiny eyes, sharp nose and small mouth seem to give her an owl-like appearance. Most notable features are her many scars, heavy knee length hair and intricate pale red tattoos.

finally done!!! İ edited this template a lot but i think thats It. More about her + art ⤵️ :')

Basically. Eos acts and talks so compassionate but she believes she does those things because its her duty or to keep up appearances...and in fact her real thoughts are more angry than what she reveals but she also does like doing these good deeds for others and is excited about the smallest things sometimes.

Theodora is her actual name which i imagine to be a Kettish classical choice like maybe a fictional heroine name - she is known by Theo to some, Argent is her (paternal) clan, Rex the one she married into (separated now but officially never changed it).

'Eos Odessa' is the name she picked for herself when she entered the Circle, bc for reasons she cant use both her given name and family name! Its complicated. She'd likely take Blade's family name and confuse everyone because of their... ranks. Maybe she can go by Commander Eos lol

Actually was interested in Tallys first but her no relationship thing made her like :/// so it didn't work but i imagine Tallys keeps this information in her mind lol totally not thinking she'll be immortal due [redacted] & end up with Tallys after everyone's gone. Nope.

Eyebrow scar result of a swordsmanship lesson from her father... She is rather fond of it but will cover it up with makeup sometimes too

Has a beloved horse named Phaeton. A black powerful mare. Her familiar. She formed the bond during her Circle time accidentally influencing a pregnant mare... So much to a certain Ket's hate Phaeton loves Red and dislikes Blade...a lot....

At times can pass as a Norm.

Owns very few items, minimalist to extreme. Like 'who needs a bed-frame' degree. Has one of those dark and wood rooms at the headquarters with her bed literally on the ground... It is the comfiest thing ever though. Like a big nest.

She cleans everything like crazy all the time because she is afraid of getting ill seeing as magical healing don't work on her.

Favourite food : anything with a strong taste like very spicy or very sweet she does not get cloyed or anything... But if i had to pick... something like a very spicy mutton stew. Favourite drink : coffee or hot chocolate. Dislikes tea. Obsessed with chocolate.

Suffers from sleeping problems, in fact the reason she removed her bedpost is because she kept rolling to the floor and hurting herself. She tends to be calmer if she sleeps with someone so i imagine she shares her bed with other shepherds a lot or like slips into their bed... especially Trouble who also has the warmth thing going on for him compared to the tiny ice block that is Eos

...who also has a bad immune system and tends to get fevers or headaches a lot. Essentially she is kind of fragile and unhealthy in some ways... a bit like a glass cannon...

Either clad from neck to toe and in layers OR... very exposed, i wanted to emphasize her state as a woman of extremes. She makes a lot of her own clothes and uses them to 'get in a role' in a way. Has a skill of hiding far too many stuff into them.

look at this miserable creature [affectionate]

Woe random mood-board be upon ye

Owns a Moon-belt which was ironically enough a wedding gift...

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ cg nyen x lil nyon Headcanons ໒ ˚⁎

can you do cg nyen x lil nyon head canons??

•Despite his typically aggressive nature, Nyen becomes surprisingly gentle when caring for age-regressing Nyon

•Nyen takes a sadistic pleasure in most things, but he finds genuine joy in seeing Nyon happy and relaxed.

•When Nyon starts to regress, Nyen instinctively shifts into a calmer, more nurturing role. His typically intense demeanor softens, and he uses his calm presence to create a secure environment for Nyon

•When Nyon regresses, Nyen creates a structured environment to help him feel safe and secure

•Nyen’s high opinion of himself extends to his role as Nyon’s caregiver, believing no one else could care for him as well as he does

•Nyen's protective nature is amplified during Nyon's regression. He becomes hyper-aware of their surroundings, ensuring that nothing and no one can disturb or harm Nyon while he is in his vulnerable state

•Despite their rivalry, Nyen acts like an overprotective older brother when Nyon is in little space

•Nyen often teases Nyon playfully, knowing exactly how to make him giggle and lighten the mood

•Nyen encourages Nyon to express himself through art. They spend hours drawing, painting, and crafting together. Nyen proudly displays Nyon's artwork around their space

•Nyen has given Nyon a few of his personal items, like an old scarf, which Nyon cherishes as comfort items

•Nyen often challenges Nyon to playful games, turning their rivalry into fun and engaging activities

•Nyen and Nyon often cook and bake together. They make simple, fun recipes like cookies or sandwiches in fun shapes

•Care giver Nyen has created several hidden safe spaces for Nyon, filled with soft pillows and comforting items to make him feel safe

•Nyen’s intuition for Nyon’s emotional needs is surprisingly keen, knowing when he needs comfort or distractions

•Nyen ensures that Nyon has a relaxing bedtime routine. This includes a warm bath, a soothing story, and being tucked in with a soft, reassuring touch. Nyen often stays until Nyon falls asleep, ensuring he feels completely secure

DNI: basic criteria, DSMP, vivziepop/h4zbin h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl, nsfw/k!nk, anti-agere, anti Christians blogs

[s10127470]

The Disney Heroes Franchise: Slight Revision and Meet the Heroes (Part 1)

As I'm sure many of know, I made a post a little over a year ago about my idea on how I would revival the forgotten Disney franchise, Disney Heroes.

To this day, it's undoubtedly my biggest and most popular post.

If you want to check it out for yourselves.

At the end of that post, I promised to go more in-depth on my idea.

But for a long time, I've had trouble trying to continue the idea.

Largely thanks to stuff like focusing on my writing, college, etc.

But now since I'm free for the summer, I'm in a franchise mood.

So I'm back to continue my idea!

To start this off, I wanted to mention that although my original concept and idea for the franchise still stands, there is one change I decided to make.

And that's to the roster.

Essentially, the roster now is both bigger and smaller.

Basically, similar to other franchises, Disney Heroes will have Waves, with each one introducing new characters and locations to its brand.

Essentially, these next few posts about Disney Heroes will be focused on the hypothetical First Wave.

As for the movies that would be represented in the first wave, this would include all the films that were represented in the original franchise.

Those films being:

-Hercules

-Aladdin

-Peter Pan

-Tarzan

-The Sword in the Stone

-Robin Hood

-Sleeping Beauty

-Mulan

-Atlantis: The Lost Empire

As for our roster of heroes specifically, we have Merlin, Li Shang, Fa Mulan, Mushu, Yao, Ling and Chien Po, Hercules, Megara, Philoctetes, Pegasus, Aladdin, Jasmine, Abu, Iago, Magic Carpet, Genie, Tarzan, Jane Porter, Professor Porter, Terk, Tantor, Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy, Michael and John Darling, The Lost Boys, Arthur, Archimedes, Robin Hood, Little John, Maid Marian, Friar Tuck, Princess Aurora, Prince Phillip, Flora, Fauna and Merryweather, Milo Thatch, Kida Nedakh, Dr. Sweet, Vinny, Audrey, Moliere, Cookie and Ms. Packard.

As I mentioned in my initial post, they were all brought together by Merlin after he found out about their respective villains deciding to team up together to further their goals. So now it’s up to the Disney Heroes to thwart their the villains’ plans and protect their respective realms.

Their headquarters is in Merlin, Arthur and Archimedes’ home-realm of Camelot, specifically in their castle they acquired at the end of their film.

But now that we got that out of the way, let’s talk about the actual heroes themselves, starting off with....

Merlin:

The founder of the Disney Heroes, the ever-wise powerful wizard of Camelot, and frequent time traveler.

Merlin is basically the guy in the chair, similar to Oracle and Professor Xavier (though not literally as those two).

He’s the one who sends our heroes on their missions and keeps in touch with them while on said mission to inform them what they’re up against.

But despite that, Merlin is one of the most powerful members of the team, being a master sorcerer.

As for his outfit, it would look like this...

Archimedes:

You can't have Merlin around without his trusty owl!

He's usually hangs with Merlin and helps out with keeping in touch with the heroes.

And by keeping in touch, I mean he'll usually be throwing shade at them, much to Merlin's dismay.

As for his looks, he pretty much looks exactly the same as he usually does.

Li Shang:

Next we come to leader of the Disney Heroes since let's be real, out of this group, Shang is undoubtedly the most qualified to lead.

He's a skilled strategist and tactician, skilled in various martial arts, and fights with a gun (a type of staff used in ancient China) and a bow and arrows.

As for his outfit, Shang would wearing the exact same thing he had from the D23 Folktale Figurines Series, but with the addition of his father's helmet.

Hercules:

Next we come to one of the four heroes that start off the original franchise.

Hercules is the muscle of the team, thanks to his god-like strength.

In addition to being skilled in hand-to-hand combat and wrestling, he also fights with the Lightning Sword and Lion Shield.

Both of which were forged by Hephaestus, the former is a sword with a lightning bolt-shaped blade that can emit powerful electricity, and the latter is a golden shield with the face of a lion.

As for his looks, Hercules would be wearing the same outfit from the short-lived revamp during the original franchise's run.

Pegasus:

And what's a demi-god without his trusty flying steed?

Pegasus is able to fly at incredible speeds, allowing his rider to get to their desired location in the nick of time.

He's also decently strong, since he is, ya know, a horse.

As for his looks, they would be pulled from his Lorcana card.

Aladdin:

Here we have another member of the original four!

Aladdin is essentially one of the speed fighters of the team, thanks to his impressive speed and agility.

Plus the fact that he’s incredibly stealthy doesn’t hurt either.

In addition to that, Aladdin is also a skilled swordsman, fighting with a huge magical scimitar that given to him by Genie that can cut through just about anything.

He also carries a dagger with him for back-up just in case he can’t use his scimitar at the moment.

As for his looks, Aladdin would be wearing the same outfit he was suppose to wear for for the short-lived revamp.

Abu:

And what’s a street rat without his trusty monkey.

Abu essentially wears the same type of fez, vest and waist cloth like Aladdin, with the first two having the same color scheme as his usual outfit.

As you expect from a monkey, he’s incredibly quick, agile and nimble.

But that’s not all, because just like his buddy, Abu’s got…

(This was the best one I could find….)

Peter Pan:

We've come to the third member of the original four.

Peter is another one of the team's speed fighters, thanks to his ability of flight.

He also carries a variety of weapons on him, including a bow and arrows, a tomahawk, and of course, his trusty dagger.

Peter also utilizes his living shadow in battle, which he'll have as a tag-team of sorts.

As for his looks, Peter would be wearing the same outfit from the short-lived revamp as well.

Tinker Bell:

And you can't have Peter Pan without his trusty fairy companion.

Tinker Bell is the pure definition of small but mighty.

In spite of how small she is, she's strong enough to pick up a full grown human and throw them.

But in addition to her power of flight and producing pixie dust, Tinker Bell's true power lies in her mind.

Being carried over from her solo films, she's a tinkerer, creating a variety of weapons and gadgets to help her in battle.

Her most prominent weapon is a crossbow that she shoots stuff like nails and thorns with.

As for her looks, they'll be pulled from this Lorcana card.

Tarzan:

We've finally come to the final member of the original four!

Tarzan is one of the most well-rounded members of the team.

He possesses above-average strength, speed, agility and endurance.

Tarzan also utilizes a variety of weapons, including his bare hands, a spear, a knife, a bow and arrow, and even a vine lasso.

As for his looks, Tarzan would be wearing the same outfit he was suppose to wear for for the short-lived revamp.

Arthur:

Coming to The Sword in the Stone characters, we've arrived to the main protagonist of that film and one of the main heroes to start off the second wave of the original franchise.

Arthur may be one of the newbies of the team (since he's one of the youngest members), but he's notslouch in combat.

Thanks to some training from his foster father Sir Ector and the some of the other Heroes, Arthur has become a decently skilled swordman, wielding the legendary sword of Excalibur alongside a trusty shield in battle.

As for his looks, they would be pulled from this Lorcana card.

Robin Hood:

Here we have another main hero of the original second wave.

Robin Hood specializes in attacking enemies from afar with his trusty longbow and arrows.

But can also get close and personal with his sword.

As for his looks, Robin would be wearing the same outfit from the Folktale Figurines Series as well.

Prince Phillip:

Now we've come to the final member of the second wave.

Prince Phillip is one of best close-range fighters, being a skilled swordman and all.

In battle, he utilizes the enchanted Shield of Virtue (which can block and deflect just about any kind of magical attack) and Sword of Truth (which can slice through just about anything).

As for his looks, Phillip would be wearing the same outfit from the short-lived revamp as well.

Milo Thatch:

Here we have the final member to be introduced to the original franchise.

Milo is a perfect mix-between a ranged and physical fighter.

He'll fight from afar with a pair of mystical Atlantean boomerangs (with one being able to emit fire, while the other emits ice), but he'll also fight up-close with an Atlantean spear.

As for his looks, they would be pulled from this Lorcana card.

Well that's all for now.

I know some of you are wondering why I didn't cover everybody else.

Well I figured since there are so many members, it would be better to split this into parts so it doesn't become too long.

But for the heroes I did cover, you're probably wondering why I didn't got into their characters. Well that's because they're pretty much the same as they were in their respective films, so there isn't really a whole lot to go over in that department.

But I am planning on doing a post where I discuss some of the relationships among the team.

I hope you guys enjoy this post and let me know what you guys think about it!

[thousand-winters]

Gonna send two more asks actually. 5 and 6 for the toh thing

5. Favorite platonic relationship?

Okay, I'm gonna have two different answers for this.

You know Dadrius has my heart and soul. Literally over here thinking and discussing Darius and Hunter's dynamic every single day of my life for more than a year already. There's just a lot with them, the problem is that while they do have a lot, it's mostly implied, and we absolutely can deduce some things, theorize others, and run absolutely wild with parallels, symbolism and this and that, but truth is we didn't see too much of them actually onscreen. So they're my favorite platonic relationship that didn't get too much time to develop in front of the audience even if it's very well implied they did.

Special mention to Darius and Eberwolf for the same reasons, lots implied, not much onscreen because we did not have the time.

Now, for the ones we actually had time on the show for...

I think the reasonable thing would be to say the Owl Trio, and while I do love them dearly, I honestly don't tend to seek out art or such with them? I think I'm gonna have to say Lilith and Eda.

I'm just... once again, I don't really talk a lot about Lilith despite how much I love her, but she's there. She's being microwaved in my head. She's rotating. She's under my microscope. She's everything to me.

That, coupled with the fact that you put a complicated siblings relationship in media and you got me, makes it so Eda and Lilith are just fascinating to me. Yeah, perhaps the transition from them being technically enemies to allies and friends again was a little clumsy, but honestly? That sort of feels right when it comes to, again, complicated relationships with siblings.

Honestly, part of why they interested me so much in the first place is because there are aspects of Lilith I see myself in, a LOT. And Eda, well, sort of reminds me of my sister. My sister even pointed it out while we watched. It's a whole thing. We are not talking about it /lh

It's just... gods, so damn interesting, especially when you consider Lilith's side of things, there's so much love and jealousy and resentment and guilt toward Eda, it's such a mess that comes out in the worst and in the best of ways. Because she has all the information on why things happened like they did, her point of view during their relationship especially in season 1 has so many layers, while for Eda it might feel a little puzzling but there's so much about why Lilith acts like she does that she just doesn't understand. So much miscommunication, so much love, so much vitriol at the same time.

They're SO good. Their little scene in King's Tide with them holding hands with their foreheads touched together, Lilith worried sick for Eda and Eda trying to joke to lighten the mood kills me every time.

6. A character you didn't expect to love? What made you start liking them?

The Collector too, actually.

I think for the Collector there's a lot of "well, in hindsight...", because they did seem far more vicious and dangerous than they actually were in that one memory in Hollow Mind, plus they seem somewhat nonchalant in King's Tide as well.

But For the Future truly opens up that perspective, it took me a while to warm up to them even so but I think in retrospective, the way they behaved makes so much sense for the fact that... he's just a kid. A kid trying to act how he has seen adults around him act, a kid that sees someone they want to know and be friends with so badly and the circumstances are SO bad but he's a kid!!! And to a certain point he doesn't get it.

He's just a kid...

I love the Collector so much now. You can tell they were also feeling all the guilt in the world during Watching and Dreaming with that one "you can at least do this" while Belos' curse was all over him and extending over his body, like... baby, no... 😭

4. Favorite romantic relationship?

This was always here, shhhh.

Ultimately I don't think too much about the couples of the show, even though they're in general so good, but I think it's definitely Lumity for me.

In part because of the impact they had, because inevitably, if someone sort of knows about TOH but doesn't really, they sure know about Lumity. But that's more of a general answer rather than a personal one so.

I just think they're so sweet, and so well done. I truly was not expecting their relationship to actually end up being a romantic one when I was watching Season 1, but I'm so glad it did. I think they did such a good job in writing them going from sort of frenemies to friends, to Amity crushing on Luz, to the crush being mutual and them pining for one another, to the nervous first steps of dating to the point we end up seeing them in, just comfortable and loving each other just as much.

There's a lot of relationships in media that become a thing just right at the end so we don't see them develop like that and I love that they got that, I love how real it is for them to have the nervous stages even while already girlfriends and to see how time made them be more natural and comfortable with each other, because of course that happens! And Luz in Thanks to Them was keeping secrets, of course, but even then you could see they were already comfortable, not so much sweating profusely every time they saw each other or anything, it started being just tender and intimate and sweet.

Lumity is just so damn good. I love Raeda and I love them too for being people in their 40s being such messes in love, they're special in a different way but I like Lumity just a little bit more.

From this ask game!