#my fave hcs

[bluebeesknees]

❤️‍🩹

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[mysterycitrus]

[aluraveil]

sunday and ayato are both very alike in certain ways.

they both have sweet younger sisters that they care a lot about, are the heads to their respective families, have a lot of influence and power, hell they both even have blue hair for fucks sake.

but when it comes to their darling, they are both alike and different in terms of how life would be like with them. for instance they're both alike in how they would want you to be well acquainted with their sisters.

ayato loves his younger sister ayaka very much and wants to protect her from the corrupt and shady side of inazuman politics. ayato has and always will be a family man and his family comes first before everything else. not to mention, ayato needs a heir to continue the kamisato bloodline.

sunday loves his younger sister robin a lot. sunday was very close with his sister during their childhood days and he would even listen to robin's mini concert with him as the audience and a couple of other stuffed animals. sunday loves his sister, but he also both loved and cared for the people of penacony. sunday cared for them so much to the point where he didn't care if he suffered, but if everyone else could live in paradise in a sweet dream for the rest of their life, then it would make his suffering worth it.

they're also alike in how their darling wouldn't be able to escape them at all. ayato is known as someone who works behind the scenes and he has somebody else do the dirty work himself. ayato is a master strategist and he has the shuumatsuban on his side. the shuumatsuban mainly deals with espionage, gathering evidence against corrupt officials of inazuma, and they're loyal as hell meaning that they report whatever they find to ayato. the shuumatsuban is willing to give up their life if it means protecting their lord ayato against an assasination attempt. ayato will also have the shuumatsuban on your back secretly watching you in the shadows as you go about your day inside the kamisato estate when ayato is forced to be pulled away from you due to his never-ending pile of paperwork and meetings inside his office.

escape certainly isnt possible with ayato that's also how sunday can relate as well. sunday was someone who secretly conspired with the order behind everyone's backs not to mention he also managed to hide it until the very end. if that doesn't prove that sunday is a master conspirator then i dont know what will. sunday was also shown to have many different birds lying around penacony as a way for him to spy on certain people and things. with no doubt, those birds will be watching you like a hawk perched on top of a tree branch making sure to make eye contact with you- almost like a warning telling you not to get any funny ideas since the bird is around.

though they're alike in many parts, they're also different as well. for instance, they both handle escape attempts very differently.

ayato finds it so cute and adorable whenever you try to escape. the moment that you're forced onto ayato's feet on your knees when the shuumatsuban drag you back is quite amusing to him because of the sour look on your face. in fact, ayato even encourages it. ayato's a sly bastard who knows just what to do and say to get you all riled up and the worst part of it is that he does it on fucking purpose. ayato openly mocks your escape attempts because of how desperate you were and he just sits back and enjoys the show whenever you try to reason or argue with him.

sunday also finds escape attempts funny but after a certain point, they're not so hilarious. sunday finds it frustrating with how frequent your escape attempts become and at first he humored you but now he's just straight up dissapointed. sunday believed that if he allowed you to try and escape, you'd realize how futile they were and just how powerless you were compared to the head of the oak family. after a while, sunday just opts to cuffing your wrist to his own that way you can be with him at all times and that way you can stop making his birds work overtime.

but to pair both ayato and sunday together with a darling would be a recipe for disaster. to pit two yanderes who have a lot of money and influence together would make them an unstoppable duo. having them both share a darling would just mess with their head due to ayato's mind games and sunday's annoying proximity with you due to the cuff binding your wrists together.

lets just hope you would never get stuck in this situation between this deadly duo of yanderes.

[notscarsafe]

The logo in question:

[tgcg]

i dont know you / im below you

[pillsopa]

ronan!!! he is straight up cheesing!!!!!

[yoru-no-seiiki]

“Lie to me, cheat on me, I don’t care. Just do your job and all’s fair.”

— yandere! rent-a-boyfriend x apathetic! reader

tw/cw: no smut, but this account needs a revive so… reader is gender neutral but i hc them as a dommy mommy. more headcannony than a proper story.

You met him after he managed to con one of your friends at work. Posing as this suave, nice guy, who happened to lack the money to support himself. The one time your friend finally put trust in someone else, that was the time it was completely broken. Turned to ash and bones.

You remember the night your friend came to you, eyes red-rimmed and voice trembling as they recounted the whole ordeal. How he’d slipped into their life so seamlessly, with that charming smile and easy laugh, only to hollow them out from the inside. Every word he’d said was carefully crafted, every gesture perfectly calculated to lure them into a false sense of security. And when they finally realized the truth—when the money was gone and so was he—it wasn’t just their savings he’d taken. It was their ability to trust, to hope, to believe in people again.

And so you decided to take him for yourself.

You remember the look of relief, and then recognition before it settled into confusion with the slight hint of derision.

He was perfect.

“If you managed to fool them, then you’ll do a good job fooling my own parents.”

You needed him. He needed you. It was the perfect agreement. His confidence was alluring as it was powerful. The way he turned heads just by being in the room. And the sex? Simply amazing. I mean, if he managed to make your prude of a friend to buckle then it must’ve counted for something.

Sure, the look in their eyes when you brought him to work one day was horrific. But they’ll get over it you think.

After all, you’d made your choice, and you weren’t about to apologize for it. Maybe it was reckless, maybe even cruel, but there was something about him that kept you hooked. The way he carried himself, all charm and sharp edges, like he knew exactly how far he could push before breaking someone. It wasn’t love, not really, but it was magnetic, intoxicating. Besides, your friend would move on eventually—people always did— it was the natural course of things. You told yourself it wasn’t your responsibility to mend what he’d shattered, even if the shame clawed at you every time their gaze lingered, silent and accusing. You shrugged it off.

But then suddenly he began to act nice? You could feel the gradual loss of his impassivity. How he suddenly became interested in what you were doing, saying and most importantly disinterested in the money you gave him.

“Don’t you get it—? I - I can’t believe I’m even saying this myself - but I love you. I fell for you. And I don’t even know why—“

“Stop.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. A puff of moisture blows through the air as seasons passed and winter has arrived. Frustrated that the one thing you had over him was now seen as no longer valuable. But then realized . . . , “You know what? S’long as it makes the job easier for you.”

With the last smoke from your cigar, you press the tip of it to his nose. Ash, skin and snow collide.

You thought it was better for the both of you. He could have the so called love of his life, and you could spend a bit less trying to keep him tied to you as long as he was useful. However, what you needed from him wasn’t just love, it was strength, not this blubbering piece of mess that kept stuttering the moment you two were left alone.

He was turning weak. Pathetic. Something you didn’t need nor want in a partner.

Too bad he knew you too well. He knew that you were going to leave him behind. He knew that he only had moments to waste before all of this would be over.

So on Christmas Eve, he plans it all out. The meal, the lighting, the music.

He did what he always did best—he made those moments count. His words were sharp, like knives carefully aimed to slice through your resolve, each one designed to remind you why you’d stayed this long. He painted pictures of what you’d lose, of how lonely it would be without him, and how no one else could ever understand you the way he did. His smile was bittersweet, a mask for the desperation lurking underneath.

And it ends with a cheer,

all of this so that he could drug you.

And at last, with a kiss to your lips he mouthed, “Happy Holidays.”

[Author’s Note] Reader definitely comes from a Mafia family of sorts.

[greenlantrns]

love agere hcs based on nothing. they regress because i said so.

[artuurle]

"who knows if i draw them like this again" - says the person who immediately draws them like this even more (and a godpoke as a treat) . shut upppppp

[shkika]

uh oh pebbles..

the sillies

[spac3trash]

let’s make some noise!

[literallyjusttoa]

"A Jester can mock, and the King cannot fight

For the gift of free thought is the jester's one right."

A sweet golden prince who lived up in the sky,

Listened to his families' terrible fights,

The ceiling would rumble, the tile would shake,

The throne room was fragile, and soon it would break.

He'd attempt to speak, but it never went right,

His father would rage, and he'd lose every fight,

As decades passed by, it soon became clear,

The King saw his son as a monster to fear.

The Prince quickly followed every command,

Only to be trapped by his father's cruel hand,

Years of destruction with no end in sight,

This war would not end with a large act of might.

And so the Prince stopped fighting fire with fire,

And instead he pulled out his golden stringed lyre,

Since he had no respect, he would leave the King's cage,

And swap out the throne room for a shining stage.

He taunted with wit and he giggled with guile,

And even his sorrow he shared with a smile,

His father's gaze lessened, his temper was tame,

As his once "Golden Prince" treated life like a game.

The centuries passed and the mirth never ceased,

The sun never set on the first son of Greece,

He danced for his siblings and bit down his pain,

Since each peal of laughter meant there'd be less rain.

There's only one role for which there are no rules,

So who is the jester, and who is the fool?

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

DEAR!

when they realize they're falling for you

gender neutral reader

feat. argenti, moze, sunday, jing yuan

content warning(s): nonsexual nudity/bathing (sunday)

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ ARGENTI

Argenti realizes he’s falling in love with you when he returns from a particularly grueling mission and sees you preparing dinner for him. It’s something so simple and so everyday, yet Argenti has unfortunately gotten used to depriving himself of even the small things sometimes. As a devoted Knight of Beauty, he’s grown accustomed to living in poverty and getting by with very few things in his possession. But yet you insist on fawning over him and tending to him with the attention that he doesn’t think he deserve, and even though he feels unworthy of loving you since he believes his path is meant to be taken alone, there’s still something so comforting about returning to a warm meal and your fussing rather than the empty spaceship he’s grown too used to.

“You really need to start keeping more food around,” you scold Argenti as the knight quietly takes his seat at the table. “There’s only so much I can do with bread, some cheese, and a handful of dried fruit.”

You peer over at Argenti, who offers up an apologetic smile. You wish he wasn’t so handsome and good-hearted at times. Maybe then you could be harsher about his negligence towards his health and feel less guilty about it. Knowing him, he wouldn’t even have bothered cooking and would have just eaten the bread, cheese, and fruit as they were. You sigh and shake your head before taking the pot off of the stove and placing it squarely in front of him.

“You’re lucky that I care so much about you.” You slide some more plates in his direction. One is filled with toasted baguette slices, and the other has some jam you managed to coax from rehydrating the dried fruits. “I figured I could make some fondue with the cheese and decided to make something sweet with the fruit. Go ahead, have a bite. You must be hungry from romping around all day.”

His hands tremble a little as he carefully spreads some molten cheese and sticky jam over the baguette slices, and under your scrutinizing gaze, Argenti takes a tentative bite of the meal you’ve prepared for him. Like you described, it really is nothing special, and it’s as simple of a meal as it can get. But knowing that you labored over it, putting in your time and effort so that he’d have something nice to eat, makes his heart squeeze inside of his chest as if threatening to suffocate him from the inside out. 

It tastes good. Better than anything Argenti’s ever had. The brittle crust of the baguette, the salty tang of the cheese, and the sugary flavor of the fruit jam… It’s the perfect meal to fill his stomach and his soul.

“Do you like it?” You ask him, the snark in your voice melting away to reveal your true, genuine concern.

He looks towards you, eyes softening in a way only love could. “Yes, love. It’s delicious.”

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ MOZE

Moze realizes he’s falling in love with you when he lets you sneak up on him to surprise him with a hug. Being an assassin means that showing his back is something unthinkable. Even in the wild, animals are evolved not to show their back or their weak spots, lest they end up killed before they can kill. And yet, whenever you’re involved, Moze wonders what about you has him willing to turn the other eye to let you creep up to him. Logically, he knows what he’s doing is dangerous. What if you were to backstab him? What if someone were to take advantage of you to get to him? But above any of those doubts is the clear fact that he trusts you. Moze trusts you. And it’s from there that he can find security in his love for you. 

The streets of the Luofu are loud and filled with sounds that Moze isn’t familiar with. And  yet, in the short time he’s been here, he’s already grown used to it enough to pick out what are everyday noises and what are noises that might indicate danger. It’s his duty to organize and process information like this as quickly as possible—even a few seconds is enough to prove to be the decisive factor between life and death. 

He supposes this second-nature part of him is why he hears you before anything else. He can hear the telltale swish of your clothes against your body and the soft inhales and exhales he’s grown to become so fond of. He has half a mind to tell you to drop the act and quit lurking around him. He knows he can pin you up against whatever wall you’re hiding behind faster than you can realize, but you’re harmless and Moze would feel bad for ruining your fun.

So he decides to play dumb for just a little bit. And you don’t let his expectations down. Only a few moments have passed before he can hear your familiar footsteps running up from behind him, and shortly after, a pair of equally familiar arms are thrown around him from behind.

“Surprise! Guess who?” Your voice reaches his ears, and despite his better judgment, Moze reaches to envelop your hands with his. He presses down against your knuckles, enraptured for a split second in the way they curve and fit against his own rough palms. 

“You know these guessing games are pointless.” His words are gruff, but you can hear that faintest hint of a smile with each syllable. “You’re the only person in the world that I’d let sneak up on me.”

“Won’t you entertain me a little? It’s more fun that way.” Normally at this point, you’d unwrap your arms from behind him so you can skip up to his side, but for whatever reason, Moze’s grip on your hands today is firm. It’s as if he doesn’t want you to let go.

What a silly, soft crow he’s become. You don’t mind indulging him, even if it means reading between the lines of what he says. And you’re sure Moze’s in agreement with you.

Being soft isn��t so bad. 

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ SUNDAY

Sunday realizes he’s falling in love with you when he asks you to join him for a bath. As the former Oak Family head, he had very little time for himself, and the few minutes he could spend emptying his mind within a tub of warm water was his equivalent of everyday bliss. During his imprisonment, bathing alone was a luxury that was barred from him—anything and everything he did was under watchful eyes. And on the Astral Express, Sunday almost fears what his mind will conjure up if left alone for too long. The bath has always been a place of vulnerability for the man, and yet, your gentleness makes him want to slowly let you into the deepest parts of his heart. This meek, scared side of him is still a part of who he is, and he’s willing to place his faith wholeheartedly in you.

A satisfied sigh leaves Sunday’s lips as he lets the tense muscles in his body relax for once. The bathwater is already warm as is, but being nestled in between your legs, with his back against your chest and your damp fingers carding through his hair, makes his skin tingle even more with heat. He doesn’t think anyone has ever touched him this sweetly and lovingly, and he hopes you attribute the flush on his cheeks to the steam culminating in the bathroom.

“Is the temperature of the water okay?” Your worried voice shakes him gently out of his swirling thoughts. He nods wordlessly before sinking a bit deeper into the tub. The edge of the water clings to the ends of his hair, and it laps greedily at the swell of his throat as if threatening to swallow him whole.

An ambient silence falls over the two of you, and the only sound Sunday can make out is the quiet trickle of water sloshing back and forth between your connected bodies and the exquisitely crafted sound of your breaths. Sunday tries to match your breathing cadence, and something deep in his chest stirs at the thought that doing so might match his heartbeat to yours.

“...Thank you for joining me,” he murmurs. His eyelids feel heavy, and when he leans his head back, you peer at him from above. The glow of the bathroom lights illuminates the back of your head and around your face, and he can’t help but think that the thought of a halo suits you far more than it would him. “It feels nice to have you here with me.”

“Of course.” Your lips curl upwards into the same smile that made him fall for you to begin with. “Thank you for inviting me, Sunday. You must have had a long day. Why don’t you rest here, in my arms?”

It’s his turn to smile slightly. It’s weak but enough for you to notice, and when Sunday lets his tired eyes shut, he can’t help but think that his instant must be his equivalent of true paradise. 

✧˖°.☪︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖☁︎ JING YUAN

Jing Yuan realizes he’s falling in love with you when he finds himself comfortable enough with you to complain. It’s not an easy job to be the general and manage such a big and chaotic place as the Luofu, and he’s learned very quickly that even the slightest twitch of his mouth is enough to send the delicate politics of the Xianzhou Alliance up in arms. And as much of an optimist as he is, even he has limits to how much he can bottle up and carry out in the name of peacekeeping. It’s a big leap of faith for him to confide so many secrets in you, but at the same time, you’re the only one who can truly empathize with him. Besides, when you welcome him home with a big hug and rub your hands over his sore shoulders, how can he resist the temptation of sharing every part of him with you?

“I’ve been thinking,” Jing Yuan remarks out loud, “I’m quite lucky to have fallen in love with someone like you.”

You pause momentarily, your hands ghosting over Jing Yuan’s broad shoulders. You’re no professional masseuse by any means, but there’s something so satisfying about feeling his knotted muscles come undone bit by bit under your careful touch. Besides, maybe this is your selfishness speaking, you like having the knowledge that the esteemed general of the Luofu melts like a cat into your fingertips as if he can’t get enough of your body on his. 

“What makes you say that?” You raise an eyebrow. Did he get himself in trouble? And was he cozying up to you in hopes that you’d help bail him out or something?

Instead, the white-haired man shrugs, and a couple strands of his loose moonlight-colored hair tumbles over his shoulders and hangs above his chest. “You’re always so understanding with me. You always listen to everything I say as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. I doubt anyone else could endure my complaints about how grueling administrative work can be. And what’s more, you don’t tell a living soul about it!”

“Who knows? Maybe I have spilled the Luofu's deepest darkest secrets to someone already. And I’m just that good at hiding it from you.” You grin at him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes. The general stares up at you momentarily before throwing his back and rewarding you with a genuine, hearty laugh. 

“See? This is what I mean. Nobody else would have the audacity to say something so outwardly false and yet so daring to my face!” He reaches over to grab your hand, and he guides it over to the edge of his face. Your palm molds into the curve of his jaw, and you let your thumb roll over the soft flesh of his cheek. 

Your grin morphs into something much more mild, lovestruck as he nuzzles his face into your hand, sighing happily against your knuckles and the creases in your palm. “That’s on you then, my dear Jing Yuan, for falling for someone like me.”

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[charisu]

Screenshot studies

[empiireans]

they should collab idk

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