#random af artwork because why the hell not

[dragon-dress-128]

He finally got the cherry ice cream soda

[namor-shuri]

I swear your commentary on posts is hilarious af 🤣☠️ These video and photo edits are so cool too. Is there a reason why you don’t post more to Twitter (not that you have to, just an observation)? Thanks for everything

Hey 👋🏾💜 Thank you for the kind words. Y’all need to stop gassing me up. My dad jokes/ corniness will know no end lol.

With my Twitter page, sometimes I question whether or not people think I’m stealing work from this Tumblr page bc both my pfp and handles are not the same 🥲 I made my twt before I made this side blog so the handle and pic was a quick “slap together” choice. The phrase “be f*cking for real” is too funny to me so I just ran with it. And then my brain was completely uncreative and was like “namor-shuri” will do rofl. Hopefully people understand by now that I’m the same person, but alas.

To answer your question, I think it’s broken up into two parts. One chunk of it is that I rant A LOT so this platform makes it easier for me to do so while also being creative with color fonts and all that jazz. I also just love the freedom of layouts and stuff like that. From a creative perspective, of course it doesn’t help that Tumblr messes with quality but what I lose in quality, I gain in possibilities [I swear I don’t work for Tumblr and this is not me promoting them rofl].

The other half of the pie is the stark difference of engagement on Twitter vs Tumblr, in my personal experience thus far. Like I said, I made my Twitter first back in late December of last year. It was kind of a random decision but once I realized I was super into the Namor x Shuri ship, I wanted to engage with the fandom more directly and pour into it. Since then, I’ve been able to have a lot of fun with making different artworks, edits, videos, playlists, you name it! Ya girl has been BUSY to say the least lol And what’s been dope is that this fandom has been a fun outlet outside of my professional artwork and stuff like that. All that being said, what slowly became apparent to me was that I wasn’t feeling as included or apart of the fandom as I initially hoped I would. I would try and engage with people or joke here and there and most of what I would get back was crickets, whether it would be on my own posts or my commentary on others. And to be fair, I know it takes time for people to get to know you and build community but it just felt slightly strange. Especially when I would see new pages pop up and everyone would immediately flock to engage with them. I say this to say that absolutely NO ONE owes you anything in life so to be upset that someone isn’t your friend [whether it’s in person or online] is a human experience but you have to understand that not everyone is going to jell with you. There are billions [billions? *does quick google search] of people on this planet. Someone is bound to hate you, while another will worship the floor you walk on. Someone’s going to think you’re okay, while you being your raw and authentic self makes another person’s day. It’s nothing personal. It’s simply a numbers game. So inherently I understood that but it still hurt the 3 year old in me that was just trying to make friends at the playground, you know? lmao But I think what set it off was when I would look up and then see my edits used for people’s banners, fan art, post ideas, etc without asking me or giving me any credit knowing that they also aren’t following me or even engaging with me in any way. It still wasn’t cool but I think what would have made the whole thing feel a little different is if I was more “in the group” but because I’ve been on the outskirts the majority of the time, it just made it sting that much more.

Then I started to get slightly paranoid and wondered if I was missing something. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something that was off? I felt like a message was being sent and that confused the hell out of me [and lowkey still does]. BUT SOB STORY ASIDE lol I brushed my shoulder off, switched gears and thought “f*ck it, let me make my own side blog and do my thing on there” and that worked for me! I got traction after that, people were responding to my stuff and throwing in their own ideas/commentary/analysis etc. I felt like I could engage with people more, even with the limitations Tumblr puts on side blogs. And just the whole vibe overall started to feel really f*cking good. The funny thing too is that I’ve noticed that a lot of Twitter is on here and vice versa so it’s the same folks but for some reason I think this platform has opened up more possibilities for engagement in my experience. Twitter lends to a wider audience than Tumblr unfortunately but I’ve accepted my humble abode on here.

This rant is getting super long so I’ll end with this; I have nothing against the Nashuri fam on Twitter. Just because I’m not necessarily apart of the “crew” doesn’t mean that I don’t find everyone hilarious or amazing in any way. If you think I’m funny anon, you need to read what these girls say because it is SUPERB *chefs kiss* The talent from artworks to fics to think pieces and everything in between is incredible and oozes from that community. But for me, I think I just haven’t found my footing or people over there and as much as it’s been a bummer, I’m still going to be on there to support the dope stuff that comes out of it. I also want to say that just because this has been my experience doesn’t mean it will be yours. I fully encourage you to branch out on different platforms and try and engage with as many people as possible [fandom or not]. I think I just got my finger burned once and immediately gave up rofl. One of the biggest blessings that have come out of the Nashuri fandom in general is it’s vast bipoc community. As a black woman myself, I haven’t experienced this level of inclusivity when it comes to race, gender, language, culture, ages etc in other fandoms. It’s beautiful and I will always be thankful for that.

I also want to drive home that everyone needs to find what works for them. You owe yourself that. If you feel like your aren’t getting what you desire out of Instagram, move to Twitter and see what happens. If Twitter isn’t cutting it, move to Discord. Move to Tumblr, you name it! I think that move for me made a HUGE difference and honestly made me feel better about being in this fandom in the first place. And also this just goes for life in general but just because you might not feel included somewhere doesn’t mean you or the place is a problem. You might just need some scenery change.

Ps: If you are in the fandom and are on Twitter, definitely hit me up and add me! I would love to be mutuals. I’ve seen some familiar accounts from Twitter add me on here and vice versa and it’s been really cool. I appreciate the blogs that engage with me on there and all that jazz. I’ve never had a Twitter before so I’m lowkey new to that world still but grandma’s getting the hang of it slowly but surely.

Thank you 💘

[silver-wield]

....Someone said that Stars are Canonically Aerith’s symbol too, as well as white feathers, flowers, white materia, lifestream. Oh and water too. Now I’d like to know when Aerith has ever been associated with stars. As far as Ik white feather has always been symbol of Angeal and Zack, of heaven, peace and freedom. They appear in A’s Mobius Card Artwork, in Great Gospel, if you want you can also consider the church, yeah, but they aren’t her exclusivity. Never been. How many symbols Aerith has?

In the red dress scene. That's why. They have to take that symbolism because it's Tifa's and they know it. The entire wall market section has Tifa references through it, reminding Cloud of what's important and undercutting the unrealistic nature of the place. Like Aerith, her resolution and her best dress, wall market at night is fake, which is why she's Cloud's party member through it.

Tifa sees it during the day time when everything is real. There's no glitz, glamour and fakery. Just real people, real settings and real feelings.

They'll take or erase everything that's hers. Hell, they'll even deny the game's engine if it doesn't suit them. Like in some scenes the wind blows, in others it doesn't, but according to one self claimed expert programmer that's bullshit if it refers to the black feather in Aerith's resolution. I'm not a programmer, but I know how to research. The engine used is Unreal and part of its system is chaos physics. That's the mechanism that randomises dust and debris in the environment. Usually referred to when you're destroying shit because it's a more flashy example. This is combined with the weather system that includes wind tracking. That's the thing that makes people's hair and clothes move. At different random times in the game you'll get the wind blowing, which moves dust and debris and the characters hair and clothes.

It's sophisticated af. I mean, they went to a stupid amount of effort to include imperfections and freckles on Cloud's arm during his and Tifa's resolution and you can barely see them.

Are people seriously saying the devs gave more thought to a freckle than plot mechanics?

Seriously?

[rwolf19]

Spring Fever - Ladybird AU

Some NSFW from the mind of @lunian​ (I guess @sinnian in this case) and her Miraculous Ladybug Ladybird AU, feat. heat and reverse crush. She tweeted about Fennette going into heat a bit back and I had to. Just had to. Also, Trixx is a little shit, fanonically. This is post Papa Garou.

Pretty artwork for them being cute af.

Little bit of MariKim because I know Lunian is a sucker for that pairing and this is mostly for them.

Mediocre-strong language. If that’s your biggest issue with this, hooo boy do you have issues.

***

“You’re shitting me.”

Trixx tilted their head. “Kwamis don’t defecate.”

“Trixx.” Marinette grumbled over the kwami’s laughter. Some times, she really missed Tikki. Tikki did not drop bombs and then make jokes. “What does heat mean? When is soon? How do I not?!”

“Don’t worry, you’re synced with the most compatible miraculous candidate. You won’t have to look for a mate.”

“MATE?!”

Trixx frowned. “Humans mate.”

“We don’t call it that, and we certainly don’t- some random-“ Marinette couldn’t even finish the thought. What if it was Chat? Chat, who’d never seemed to like Ladybug as anything more than a partner, a friend, but had instantly thought Fennette worth flirting with. That had her head spinning late at night. Why was Fennette different? Did Marinette really present herself so differently? Did he truly have no inkling that it was her? His Ladybug?

“You’re thinking about Chat again, aren’t you?” Trixx asked gleefully. “You know, as glad as I am to have you, Chats usually mate with their Ladybugs-“

Marinette was certain she’d gone beyond red into infrared. She squeaked at Trixx, unable to deny or process the idea of Alya with her Chat because she hadn’t thought- because she’d messed up and gave up after he promised it didn’t matter to him, would never matter.

“Please, tell me this won’t force me to have sex.”

“Of course not,” Trixx laughter. “It’s going to make you want to, maybe even feel like you need to, but only from your mate.”

“Can we just- just say . . . special friend?”

“You’re old enough to have a mate, Marinette, aren’t you?”

“I- yes- but- I only once with-“

“I know that.”

“Trixx!” Marinette screeched. Forget infrared. She was going to start broadcasting to radios, start vibrating straight through the plane of existence.

“Marinette, are you all right?” Her mother called from the apartment below.

“I’m watching my K-Dramas!” Marinette answered. She clapped her hands over her mouth as Trixx started to cackle. She’d had Kim over a couple of months ago, when Chloe had beaten him down particularly badly over the course of a week. He’d shown her some of his favorite TV-shows, mostly Vietnamese and Korean dramas. Marinette liked them, and he came over the next day. They were on the couch, and then she was in his lap, and they were talking about unrequited love and then she was inviting him upstairs.

They’d laid in her bed, and while she was still panting and glowing, Kim had muttered under his breath. “We still like different people, don’t we?”

And that had been the end of that.

Her answer appeased her mother regardless, given that she didn’t bother to shout again. Marinette cut her eyes at Trixx, who was still laughing. “So, when is it going to start?”

“It’s spring,” said the kwami. “You and your . . . special friend should go into heat at the same time, so you’ll probably feel it for the first time whenever you see them next.”

A tapping at the trapdoor above them interrupted. Marinette gaped at it. Three fast raps, a pause, then two paced much slower. Chat.

“If Chat is my- if he’s . . .”

“Open it, and you’ll know.”

***

There was a lot on Chat’s mind. Plagg had decided to go into unwanted detail on some apparent side effects of the Miraculous now that he was older. He wouldn’t tell him anything useful though, and Chat couldn’t quite think because his skin itched strangely. No, it wasn’t itchy, but it was uncomfortable. And distracting.

It still didn’t stop a sole, horrifying thought from circling his mind.

What if his mate was Ladybug?

She was gone, no trace, no sign. For all he knew, she was halfway across the world. If he had to spend two months needing sex from a person not in his life, he didn’t know he’d do. What was he supposed to do? Plagg only laughed. Suggested other female Miraculous wielders. He’d never go to Ladybird. His heart, despite his mind’s best efforts, despised that she’d inherited Ladybug’s mantle of responsibility.

Even after her father had been akumatized and all the mess of emotional rollercoasters that came in the aftermath, Chat was a somewhat frequent visitor to Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s attic. Because they were friends. Just friends. Friends who wanted to date each other, but couldn’t. Friends.

There was a long pause after Chat knocked. It made his bones crawl anxiously. What if she didn’t want him? What if she sent him home?

What if she noticed that his mind was whittling down into nothing while he thought about the most lewd things he’d ever imagined? What if he couldn’t stop and she wanted him to but he was too far gone-

“I’m not here to fuck Marinette,” Chat pinched himself. He thought about what she might be wearing—the sun had fallen while Plagg detailed old requests for modifications to the suit that Chat was certain were made up. Marinette would be in pyjamas. Not that he’d never seem her in them before, but-

The trap door opened three pinches later.

Her bluebell eyes met his, expectant. Beautiful: his Marinette was beautiful. Her hair down, brushing over shoulders bare save the straps of her tank top. Her room smelled good because she did and this was a bad idea or a very, very good one because holy hell she smelled good and not a normal good but the sort of good that made his brain not think.

“Chat?” Marinette said lightly. Like it was a secret.

He was so, so screwed.

“Hi,” he said nervously. “I saw the light on. Why are you up so late on a school night?”

Marinette’s eyes narrowed. “Chat, it’s Saturday and barely 22:00.”

Chat flushed. “Yeah.” Marinette gestured for him to enter. He shook his head. “I should, uh . . . Go.”

“Why?” Marinette asked.

Chat couldn’t think of a lie. He didn’t need her help with a lie. He needed her help handling the truth. “My Miraculous is making me go into heat and I really need to go take care of that because you’re really amazing and I don’t want to ruin that with an overactive cat dick.”

Marinette frowned, looking concerned more than alarmed or frightened or even disgusted, which he hadn’t exactly expected. “If it affects Miraculous wielders, shouldn’t you try to talk to Fennette or Ladybird?”

“But what if my heat partner was supposed to be Ladybug?” Chat demanded. Marinette’s eyes were open and thoughtful. She held his gaze without hesitation.

“Then you’ll find her.”

As if it were that simple. He supposed it might be. If the strange tug he felt toward Marinette was anything to judge by, perhaps he could simply find her. Just go out and let his body bring him to her.

He found his face centimeters from Marinette’s, whose breath hitched. Her lips were shiny, like she’d put gloss on recently. She had such pretty lips.

“Chat,” Marinette whispered. He hummed, gaze solely on those lips. Her mouth would be warm, soft. His mind idly turned vulgar. What noises would she make around his cock?

“You’re as good as Ladybug,” he said. She bit her lip. Oh, he wanted to bite that lip too. And her neck, so any and all could see that she was claimed, she was his. “Better than Ladybug.”

“Chat, don’t give me hope,” Marinette pleaded.

Chat shuddered violently, closing his eyes and turning away. His mind cleared like he’d jumped in a frozen lake.

Marinette was a civilian. She was his friend. She was off limits. Off limits, so far off limits that he felt guilty for coming to hang out some nights. He didn’t want to string her along. And here he was, thinking about ruining everything and endangering her.

“I have to go,” Chat cleared his throat, backing away from the trap door.

“That’s- Yeah,” Marinette sighed. She pushed a hand through her hair, smiling despite the pain in her eyes. Chat winced.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Chat said softly. “I shouldn’t have come here.” Marinette nodded dully, still inside. Even as he moved toward the edge of the roof, she did not try to get up. Chat cursed himself soundly.

“Home or patrol?” Marinette asked before he could jump the railing. He glanced back at her. She looked . . . She looked like he’d need to apologize again.

Chat forced himself to shrug, to smirk. “I don’t know. I’ll probably wander around, try and see if there’s any sign of her, now that I have an extra horny sense.”

Marinette laughed easily. His heart sung, and his body threatened to go back to her. He forced himself to salute her and jump into the night, to move away from her until the tug was gone.

It lingered for far too long. He was halfway home and debating running all the way across Paris before the desire to rush back faded even a little. He muttered reminders to himself with every building he crossed.

“Marinette is a friend . . . Can’t sleep with Marinette . . . Find Ladybug . . . Don’t wanna hurt Marinette . . .”

His baton flashed. A message from Fennette. Usual spot. ASAP!!!

Chat frowned. U good?

No. Need 2 talk.

“That can’t be good,” Chat murmured, heading back the other way.

He didn’t notice the tugging had changed direction.

•••

There was an abandoned warehouse about equidistant from Marinette’s house, Alya’s apartment, and Chat’s place. Not that Fennette knew where he lived, but if they all left at the same time, they all arrived at the warehouse within a minute of each other.

Fennette had to take the long way, given that Chat was near her house when she’d transformed. He paced on the roof, grumbling and pinching himself.

As soon as she landed, it hit her like a truck.

It’d been bad enough as Marinette. She’d opened the trap door and wanted to yank him inside.

This was different.

This was wild.

This was animalistic in the most aggressive way imaginable.

He turned slowly, green eyes fixed on her. She didn’t move, staring back. She couldn’t breathe. He smelled like a god.

“Chaton,” she managed a smile. He stepped forward, she stepped back. His eyes lit with the challenge, trying to circle her. She pivoted with him, like fighters waiting to strike.

“Fennette,” Chat answered. “You called?”

“Texted.” His eyes flashed at the correction. She narrowed her eyes. She trusted Chat more than anyone in the world, but this was different. He was off, on edge, in a way that made her blood warm and her teeth grind. “It was an emergency.”

“Was it really?” Chat pushed closer. His cat ears twitched, and she noted his nostrils flare as he took a deep breath. His pupils expanded like he was high. Fennette stood her ground.

“I got a call from a friend, said you’d visited,” Fennette said smoothly. Chat blinked, his posture stiffening slightly. Shame flashed across his face, but the wind picked up, stirring the air again. Fennette tried to breathe through her mouth. “I promised to take care of you.”

“Oh?” His voice dropped. Her body thrummed at the sound. “How so?”

“If you touch a civilian, no matter which one, I’ll neuter you like a house cat,” Fennette snapped her teeth, breaking hold of the odd desire to roll over for him. She was a superhero in her own right, and even if he had the more powerful Miraculous, she was not his toy to play with. Chat snarled, spiraling nearer. “This is a Miraculous problem. You go to Miraculous holders. Understand?”

“The newbie thinks she can give orders, huh?” Chat tilted his head. He smirked as Fennette squared her jaw. “You like to be in control, don’t you, little fox?” A clawed finger hooked under her chin, though she didn’t know when he’d come so close. “Are you really going to take care of me?” His breath was warm as he leaned into her. His body pressed against hers, warm and hard. “Because I’m going to make you cum so hard you forget your real name.”

Fennette’s legs trembled at that voice. He had no right to sound like sex itself. She tore her chin out of his grip, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Chat watched the flick greedily.

His hand dropped to stop her knee just before it could slam into his nether regions. He growled, really, truly growled. Fennette smirked.

She’d sparred with Chat Noir and Ladybird before, as a way to keep in shape when Hawkmoth went dark for a little bit. Usually, she could hold her own, something initially surprising to Ladybird and a source of endless questions from Chat. Fennette kept her air of mystery, even when Alya asked Marinette if, when, and how she worked out.

This fight with Chat Noir was just that—a fight. She bit. He scratched. They tumbled across the roof like scrapping nine-year-olds. He pulled her hair. She sunk her teeth into his ear.

By the time Fennette straddled him, hands pinning his to the sheet metal roof, legs pressed against his so he couldn’t twist her off (again), both panted so hard they couldn’t even manage witty banter. Chat lifted his head once before sighing and letting it fall back. Fennette could hardly find the energy to smile victoriously. His cheeks had flushed around his mask, and he squirmed under her.

Fennette dropped closer to him, straining still, not letting herself be lulled into a trap. “Yield.”

He twisted his wrists until he could slot his fingers between hers, entwining their hands. “I’m at your mercy, little fox.” He pulled on her hands, spreading them farther apart. She slipped lower, hair falling around them. He smiled. His hips shifted below hers.

“You’re not supposed to enjoy this,” Fennette breathed, dropping her forehead against his. “I won.”

“Maybe I like a strong woman, Fen,” he shifted his hips again. Fennette dragged her nose along his, eyes fluttering shut.

“If you let me win, I’ll kick your ass again,” Fennette murmured. She felt his laugh in his breath on her skin.

“If I let you win, there is no ‘again.’”

She didn’t know who kissed whom. She doubted he did either. One moment he was smiling and she scowling; the next he was eating her gasp. His hands, still grasping hers, tugged her farther down, and he bit her lip, holding and tugging as she tried to pull away. Fennette tasted blood.

“Oh, you bastard!”

His hips bucked up into hers and she gave a similar treatment to his already tender ear. “How do I get you out of this damned suit?”

Fennette tightened her grip on his hands before he could start searching. “Maybe you don’t get to.”

Their lips collided again. Chat licked at the mark on her lip, sucking it back into his mouth. He moved then, when Fennette was consumed with concern that her lip would be bitten again. She got wise to it too late.

He flipped them, gathering both her wrists in one hand, using his size against her. “Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to help you feel good?” Fennette struggled briefly. He didn’t loosen his grip. “Use your words.”

She snapped at his nose, missing but only barely. “Don’t you dare treat me like a child.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Fen,” Chat breathed into her ear. Sandy blond hair drifted across her cheek. “Do you want to stop?”

Her pride warred with her need, stubbornness against desire. Damn this heat bullshit. She couldn’t clear her head, not with him so close to her, his lips drifting down along her jawline.

“What do you want, Fen?”

“I want to ride you,” Fennette finally admitted. She hadn’t done it for more than thirty seconds with Kim. But Chat, this idiot who couldn’t recognize her, she wanted to have squirming beneath her. She wanted that small bit of revenge, the little spiteful amount of control.

Chat purred above her, “That sounds like an excuse to be back on top, Fen.”

“Chaton,” Fennette tried to pry her hands loose to no avail. His free hand stroked her cheek softly. His mouth fell over her nose, then her chin, before blessing her lips with his softest kiss yet. “Please?”

“I want to take you from behind,” Chat whispered. Fennette shuddered under his gaze. He looked as though he might devour her, but his face split into a soft grin that made her heart sing. “But, ladies first, I suppose.”

Their clothes gained zippers and buttons and ties where before there had been none. Layers of the most sturdy material Fennette had ever known peeled back with the ease of silk.

There were hands, and fingers, and kisses, and then he flipped them again. He felt heavenly, divine, as she slowly sunk down on him. He made the most delicious noise, something between a growl and a purr, his hands flying to her waist, then up toward her breasts. A moan pressed out of her as she lifted and dropped herself carefully. Chat grunted.

She didn’t have time to think about this—him—even as she rode them both to completion. Only when she was lying on his chest did she consider it.

He’d wanted Marinette, come straight for her as soon as their heat set in. He’d made no argument against Fennette, and she’d probably been the only reason things took as long as they did.

Some part of him knew. He had enough pieces to put it together.

What would he do when he found out?

•••

“Are you all right?” Marinette asked Alya. “You look flushed.”

“I wanna fuck the shit out of Nino,” Alya muttered. Marinette blinked in alarm, and Alya immediately turned even more red. “I mean . . . erm . . .”

“You’re super horny?” Marinette said, trying to contain her laughter. Alya hit her arm.

“Yeah.” She grumbled after a minute. “Spring fever or whatever.”

“I get that,” Marinette sighed. Her gaze wandered idly to Adrien. Their eyes clashed as they had several times already since the beginning of the school day. There was something about him . . . It was probably just her heat latching on to the nearest blond boy. Adrien looked away hastily anyway, his ears turning red. “It’s going to be a long season.”

[noona-clock]

Dating T.O.P

Hello B🌼 So I kinda always like starting with the basic request. But what about something really fluffy ish. Like him as your boyfriend, Park Seo Joon, and Top if you want too. Like profile based on your opinion? A description, of how you view him, maybe based on some of these? Like his personality. His ideal type. Ideal relationship, both good and bad moments. How he would be like in the relationship. And how he would be before or up to the relationship. ??🙂😬 -🐷

No one will be surprised to hear I’ve been meaning to do this for quite some time, so thank you for requesting! 

Here is the Park Seo Joon part of your request!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs used in this post.

-Admin B

When you first met TOP

you thought he was completely not interested.

He’s pretty shy and quiet

and also weird.

So he acted very strangely around you.

And you were like “...Okay?”

I mean, you were still very much attracted to him

don’t get it twisted.

But when he asked you out on a date

you were taken totally by surprise

He was confused by your reaction, though

“I was... flirting with you though?”

“YOU WERE?!”

“...Yes?”

“But all you did was look at me funny and make really weird, nonsensical jokes?”

“Yeah. That was flirting.”

“.....Ohhhhhh.”

On your actual date, though

He would be such a gentleman.

He would still be weird

but now that you know he’s flirting with you

you would give him the weird right back.

He would make you feel so comfortable to just be yourself around him.

And that’s what he truly wants, too.

He doesn’t want you to feel awkward showing your true colors.

Because he does it, so should you!

Wherever you go on your first date

it’s sure to be a good time.

He would either take you somewhere like an art museum or a vineyard so he could show off his knowledge

or he’ll take you to a place having to do with one of your interests so you could show off your knowledge.

Either way, one of you will be learning something new.

TOP loves to share his interests, but he also likes to learn new things.

Especially if his teacher is somebody he likes. *wink*

There would be lots of flirtatious jokes.

Not a lot of flirtatious touching.

Which leads us to our next section...

We all know TOP is not a touchy-feely person.

At all.

In fact, he doesn’t even really like to be touched.

He’ll show you affection, of course, but it’s pretty rare.

So when he does hold your hand

or hug you

you know it’s a big deal.

He shows his love and affection in different ways.

Buying you things, for example.

Pretty much whatever you want.

Gourmet meals at really nice restaurants.

Gorgeous watches and jewelry.

Designer clothes and shoes and bags.

Even art pieces.

Yes, he will spend that much money on you.

But he will also do things that don’t cost him a cent.

Once he finds out what you don’t like to do, he’ll do them or make sure they get done for you.

He’ll leave you notes around the house even though he’s terrible at expressing himself.

(like, they’ll just say things like ‘you look pretty today’ or ‘eat a healthy meal’)

(but do you care? hell no)

He’ll take care of you even though he knows you can take care of yourself.

He’ll also let you take care of him, too.

All about that mutual respect and equality.

Okay, listen. There are going to be misunderstandings.

He does not communicate well, and he’s a very sensitive bean.

He’ll do things to annoy you

like get in your face and try to take a video of you

even though you’re giving him a death glare.

And he’ll, like, never let things go.

Everyone remembers ‘You like?”

How long did that go on?

WE ALL LOVED IT

but...

he never gave up.

Or maybe you do or say something to hurt his feelings

but he never says anything.

So he just gives you the silent treatment

and you’re like

‘what did i do?’

And then finally one of you snaps.

There might be some raised voices.

But TOP really doesn’t like arguing, so he tells you how he feels.

And you go

“Why didn’t you just say that earlier?!”

It’s just hard for him to talk about his feelings.

You do your best to understand

and tell him he has no reason to be afraid to talk to you.

You assure him you’ll always be there to listen

and you make him promise he’ll at least try to be more open in the future.

And even if he doesn’t try hard enough

it’s okay.

You always get through it together

because y’all are like in love and shit

and that’s what you do when you’re in love.

All right, back to cute things.

Once you’ve been together for a while

you guys stop going out as much

and you spend more time at home.

In your pajamas.

Drinking wine. (or whatever you like to drink, alcohol or not)

You split your time equally between both of your places.

You prefer yours because TOP’s has so many chairs

and you can’t remember which ones are for sitting

and which ones are just for looking.

But he’s such an introverted homebody

and you know he likes to be in his space

so you accommodate.

You sometimes watch movies or tv

and you sometimes just talk.

But your conversations are always deep AF.

You end up talking about the weirdest, most random things.

One of your favorite things to do

is look at one of his artworks

and make up stories about it.

You take turns telling the story

and TOP always takes it to a really weird place when it’s his turn.

You try to steer it back to something somewhat normal.

But then he goes a throws a wrench in it.

And you just roll your eyes and sigh.

Truly, though

you would rather be rolling your eyes and sighing over TOP

than doing anything else in the world.

Words cannot describe how much you love that man.

And, even if he doesn’t show or say it all the time

You know he feels the same way.

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My First Head Cannon Ever.

Hey guys! I know I only have a few followers interested in my mystic messenger obsession right now and I have decided that I would like to try writing head cannons! My first one is how Jumin would react to MC being in a famous foreign rock group!

My very first headcannon. MC is in a famous foreign rock group.

Jumin

·         MC was ecstatic when Jumin got down on one knee to propose to her.

·         She was not ecstatic about the amount of paparazzi getting the entire ordeal on camera.

·         When the press found out about her being the lead singer in her rock group, they would crucify Jumin and his company in the press.

·         Like he cares

·         Her music videos were not the most kid friendly, and they showed the amount of tattoos she covers with make up and hides under her clothes. Hell, this is the first time she has had a normal hair color in years.

·         Jumin was looking up at her with his determined eyes as he maintained eye contact with her to hear her answer

·         MC said yes of course and the rest is history.

·         She really wanted to tell him before the party, but he was going through so much she didn’t want to shock him by telling him she was the lead singer in a pretty well known rock group in the states.

·         As soon as the party was over and they returned to his place for the evening she knew that it was time to rip it off like a band aid

·         “Hey Jumin?” She called out to him as he was taking off his tie to make himself more comfortable.

·         “Yes, darling?” He looked at her with his steel eyes that always managed to make her weak af

·         “I’m the lead singer in a rock group in the United States.” She blurted it out as fast as she could due to nerves and she looked at him while holding her breath because she was n e r v o u s

·         Jumin looked at her for a moment unblinking then he sighed and removed his tie fully before placing it on the bed. “That’s your occupation? What is the name of the group? You never told me you could sing.”

·         He begins his entourage of questions and doesn’t stop until she has to interrupt his curiosity with a frantic, “Wait!”

·         He looks at her with confused eyes as she let out slowly, “You’re not …mad?’ I mean that’s a huge thing to keep from somebody ;;;

·         Jumin crosses the room and grabs both of your hands to hold them to his chest, “I cannot hate anything that could make you happy and passionate. I have noticed you look the most serene or excited when you listen to music.”

·         MC has a heart attack at his blunt honesty

·         After MC recovers, she notices the man walking down the hall to his office.

·         Where the hell is he going after spouting that romantic line??

·         MC follows him into his office and lets out a yelp when grabs her wrist so he can pull her into his lap as he pulls up youtube on his computer, “Show me your band. I would like to witness what my fiance is passionate about.”

·         His expression doesn’t change when he sees the cover photo of the group because he doesn’t realize that the woman with the bright red hair and tattooed covered arms in the picture was MC.

·         MC just clicks on the link to the first video and braces herself

·         Oh

·         Dear

·         GOD

·         Jumin’s eyes widen slightly when the video starts

·         MC???

·         He looks over to her then grabs her arm to inspect it to see where in the hell her tattoos went then he looks back to the screen and tenses when he notices her only wearing a corset and a short as hell skirt with fish nets.

·         Contain your self Jumin

·         She did have the voice of an angel though

·         He nearly jumps from the random horrific noise that leaves MC’s mouth

·         What was that?

·         Is that screaming??

·         That CANNOT be healthy for her vocal chords

·         He continues to watch as MC continues to perform in the video (After she reassures him that she took voice lessons on how to properly scream without hurting herself)  and has to admit the sound is pretty good if you listen to rock. He doesn’t

·         He looks over to a nervous MC as she waits to hear his reaction

·         “I’d like to watch more, although in your next videos,” He tightens the grip he has around your waist slightly, “I would prefer you show less skin.”

·         Who the hell would say no to that?

·         After he convinces her to wash off her make up he is HOOKED

·         The artwork is exquisite on her skin

·         Why did he not know of this before????

·         Body worship Jumin Han style alllll night ;)

·         After extensive searches through every music video, song , and stage performance she has done…poor Jaehee ;;;

·         Jumin becomes her biggest fan

·         Buys every. Single. Album.

·         He went to as many concerts he could

·         He also made sure personal body guards followed her everywhere she went, even while on tour

·         She had to almost beg him not to buy her record label

·         Can you imagine Jumin being her boss???

·         “I will not accept any skirts that are two inches above the knee”

·         (no thank you;;;;)

·         His meeting with the rest of your band was… interesting

·         Your band mates think of you as a sister and are protective af

·         Don’t even get them started on how they couldn’t come see you for eleven days straight

·         And Jumin being as possessive and jealous as he is was not a good combo

·         It took all of them some time getting used to it

·         As MC expected the press blew up with photos of the two of them together and his reputation took a nose dive for a bit

·         …But it recovered after a lengthy interview on how amazing his soon-to-be-wife is was released and the press couldn’t even come up with anything bad to say back

·         She even dyed her hair a light blue for her next video (he loved it)

·         All in all, Jumin Han just wants MC to be happy

·         ( As long as she only wears her corsets and such in the bedroom )

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Double from Mega Man X4 be like

Also Stain and Handsome Stain, if you know what and who this is

I just thought it’d be neat to draw him as a more menacing looking demon. It could fit as a super form for his Chinchikurin counterpart