#studant

[knyontop]

You should totally write like..a zombie reader...x toga... for me because your writing is so awesome sauce😈🔥

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OMG ANYTHING FOR YOU!! Btw I decided to make this yandere just bc i felt like it;3

Tw: possessive behavior, yandere stuff, force feeding, knifes, Toga cutting reader, talks of murder snd stuff.

Ft: Toga Himiko, Dabi, Shigaraki Tomura, Bakugou Katsuki, and our amazing, handsome, beautiful, reader.

Toga:

・When she first saw you she was in such awe.

・LIKE YOUR SO CUTE OMG YOUR THE FIRST ZOMBIE SHES EVER SEEN!!?

・when she first lays eyes on you she KNOWS that she needed to have you.

・she couldn’t wait to see you all covered in blood! Your cute but you would be cuter with a few cuts and scraps~

・Toga makes sure to get some of your blood, Tomura would be happy to have a zombies blood!

・unfortunately, they aren’t here for you there here for Bakugou but before she left she blew you a little kiss before leaving. You were confused to say the least.. (but also flattered)

・ever sense the training camp you’ve been getting weird love notes by your “secret admirer, Toga” she put her name?? I thought it was supposed to be secret??? Whatever😭

・Toga is genuinely soooooooo so so so in love with you.

・your face, your eyes, your body, the way her knife cuts perfectly into your sensitive green skin. She just cant get enough of you she just wants to gobble you up!! (Pun intended)

・the league is getting tired of all her rants about how much she loves you🙁 (hang in there dabi)

・she wants you, no she needs you to be with her forever! And she will have you all to herself. Soon.

・she has to beg Shigaraki to let her kidnap you, he thinks its way to risky! Which is it but hey, you only live once so come help her break into a high school full of kids and heros and kidnap one of the students there! It should be easy enough right? Yeah, yeah they will be fineeeeee..

・you woke up🙁

・Dabi put a heated hand over your mouth, it wasn’t hot enough to burn you just to warn ya that hes willing to kill you right here right now. (BITE HIS FINGERS OFFSIBSUHIBDIYUG)

・him and Toga were able to get you knocked out so it would be easier to bring you back to base~ she was giggling and blushing the wholeeeeeeee wayyyyyyyyyy

・once you wake up, your tied to a chair in a rusty abbandened building with Toga in your lap cooing at you and caressing your face.

・Toga has her knife right at your throat and everything in her wants to push it through and watch your blood drip down your gorgeous body.. but, you would die and Toga would never forgive herself for that soooooooooo just little cuts! (For now)

・sense your a zombie she thinks that you can only eat and drink peoples blood so she tries to make you drink hers, you two would be apart of each other! Isn’t that so romantic!? (She will force you to drink her blood)

・she rants to you about everything, food, missions, life problems, just everything. She acts like she didn’t kidnap you!

・she forces you to say I love you back. (You almost died from blood loss the last time you refused.)

・”Awh your such a cute little zombie!! I just want to cut you alllllllll up!”

・Toga is not the best yandere to be with so i wish you guys good luck, your going to need it.

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This was fun :3

[dartalias]

Avatar calendar

(KYOSHI IS OLD)

You know how they say in the Kyoshi novels some people or in some cases its use a "tradicional calendar" to mark the time with the day withing that avatar era??

("you know today is technically the day 6454 in Kyoshi's era?" SoK pag 192)

So, if we put like, approximately 80 years for each avatar

it would be around 30 000 per era

But then we have Kuruk: 12 100

And then Aang (with the iceberg): 65 800

And then KYOSHI: 84 008

[rockttm]

one of the students on the school i have my internship also likes sam alexander im so happy

[cakesofwhimsy]

S1E5 outfits

[nezumiicraft]

i think that when i started questioning rules and i realize most of them where unfair was when my parents told me that swearing was bad but they didnt tell me what a swear word is and i did my best to report when i heard them even if it was just stuff like saying fudge or flip and never swear or say anything negative about anyone and then later i was explaining the mlp wonderbolts taining course to mom and i said that these wind things are to push you off the track and piss you off and i got in trouble and thats how i leaned that piss is a swear word

[yumepeachy]

something in found hard in english is that objects, feelings and other things don't have pronouns, so i most of the time am thinking "is that word feminine or masculine" AND IT'S THE WORD TABLE, I CAN CALL THAT IT, BUT IN PORTUGUESE TABLE IS FEMININE FOR SOME REASON AND THAT IS STUCK IN MY BRAIN WHEN I SPEAK ENGLISH

[i-likegamesbut-cant-playthem]

average union hater.

[alex-the-bringer-of-chaos]

So according to the teacher that's responsible for the subject where we do our final project for the course told me that what I put as necessary to talk about in the introduction does make sense to appear, but in 1 to 2 paragraphs, cause they are not the focus of the project and there's so much material surrounding those matters that they are enough to go into different dissertations. Like I knew it, no wonder the introduction was enough to overwhelm me. There's just so much!

[matheusalvarengah]

Estudantes no ônibus

Estava tudo tranquilo no ônibus. Pelo menos, na medida do possível. Ainda não era nem dez da manhã e o sol escaldante do Rio de Janeiro já estava batendo forte fritando as pobres almas que precisam sobreviver, pagar contas e estavam a caminho do trabalho. Estressados, alguns preferiam estar em casa do que a caminho de resolver algo importante. Uns não queriam nem ir ao médico, mas precisam ter certeza de que está tudo bem. E outros já estão exaustos de pensar no tempo que ficarão na fila do banco. Então os adolescentes entraram... Com seus uniformes escolares, suados, eram muitos e aglomeraram ainda mais o ônibus que já estava cheio. Foram para o fundão e a algazarra começou. Alguns passageiros viraram alvos de piadas. Outros tiveram que aguentar cantoria denecessária. "Abaixa essa caixa de som!", um cara mandou. Mais deboches, mais risadas, mais falatório alto. Um deles usa a barra de ferro para "malhar" e outros malham o juízo do motorista. A moça que trabalha como caixa do supermercado se pergunta onde foi que errou pra aguentar tudo isso. Uma mulher que estava indo para academia quis bater em uma das meninas porque era muito abusada. Um senhor amaldiçoou o jovem que não levantou para ele sentar. Uma senhora de idade perguntou ao motorista se ele não ia botar os meninos para descer. Um cara os encarou como caso perdido. Uma mulher desejou que eles criassem juízo. E um rapaz de 26 anos sentiu inveja. Um rapaz de 26 anos sentiu inveja saudades de ser adolescente. Lembrou de quando a aula acabava e passava no shopping com os amigos pra jogar conversa fora, tomar um casquinha de sorvete e admirar coisas nas lojas que não iam poder comprar ou ficar de flerte com o menino bonito que se senta nos fundos da sala de aula. O rapaz de 26 anos se deu conta de que costuava dizer que aquelas amizades da escola seriam para sempre, mas não os vê há anos. O rapaz de 26 anos detesta o fato de estar indo para o trabalho com toda aquela pertubação e sente inveja, porque esses jovens só precisam estudar. Eles não tem responsabilidade de verdade. Eles não precisam se preocuopar e é por isso que eles estão se divertindo tanto com uma simples viagem de ônibus.

Um dos adolescentes puxou a cigarra. No ponto seguinte, o motorista parou. Os adolescentes desceram e atrevassaram a rua correndo para o shopping. E todos deram graças à Deus.

[jeans-marrow]

The way stressed osteocytes call osteoclasts cuz they're Done™

[dynaloy]

the gala ball

"Remember this night, but don't let it define you"

❯ summary: In a masquerade ball's seductive embrace, you, a young medicine student crosses paths with the enigmatic celebrity, Gong Yoo. The electric connection between you leads to a night of unbridled passion, where you, surrenders your virginity to the skilled and experienced actor.

❯ pairings: Gong Yoo x fem!reader

❯ genre: smut, angst, one night stand ...

❯ words: 3.4k

The evening was a dance of shadows and glitter, as the masquerade ball unfolded in the grand ballroom. The air had the scent of perfume and the faint aroma of chocolate from the fountain by the dessert table. You, felt both out of place and utterly fascinated by the opulence around you. This wasn't your usual scene, you are a medicine studant but your friend Mark, who had scored the invites, had insisted. "You never know who you'll meet," he'd said with a knowing wink.

You found yourself drawn to the mysterious man in the corner, his eyes meeting yours through the slits of his mask. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a gentle smile that hinted at secrets behind the velvet. His presence was magnetic, and when he approached you, the whispers of the crowd seemed to fade into a distant echo.

As he took your hand for a dance, you felt your heart flutter, unsure if it was nerves or the excitement of being so close to someone so intriguing. The music wrapped around you like a warm embrace, guiding your bodies in a rhythmic sway that felt as if it had been rehearsed for a lifetime. His touch was firm yet tender, and you could feel his eyes on you, searching, as if trying to peer through the layers of your own disguise.

His grip tightened as the song reached its crescendo, pulling you closer until your masks touched. The electricity between you was palpable, sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in and whispered, "Follow me." With a mix of trepidation and thrill, you did.

He led you through a labyrinth of velvet curtains to a quiet balcony overlooking the moonlit garden. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the warmth of the ballroom, and it sent a shiver through your body that had nothing to do with the temperature. He gently removed his mask, revealing the face of Gong Yoo. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning, leaving you speechless. He chuckled softly, "Surprised?"

"yes... i mean- we never expect to meet a celebrity in person," you finally managed to stutter, fingertips trembling against your own mask.

Gong Yoo's eyes twinkled with mischief as he lifted your mask, revealing your flushed cheeks. "And who are you, my lovely dance partner?"

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I'm…" but the words stuck in your throat. He tilted his head, waiting patiently. "I'm… just a medicine studant," you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Gong Yoo's smile widened, his gaze never leaving yours. "And what brings a beautiful, young student like yourself to a masquerade like this?"

With a playful tilt of your head, you replied in a sultry tone, "Curiosity, perhaps. The thrill of the unknown." You stepped closer, feeling the heat from his body. "And maybe the hope of a fairytale encounter with a handsome stranger."

Gong Yoo's eyes searched yours, a silent question lingering in them. You took the plunge, reaching up to gently trace the line of his jaw. "Do you believe in fairytales, Mr. Gong?"

His gaze grew intense, his voice a soft rumble. "I believe in moments that feel like them, yes."

Leaning in, you whispered, "And what if this moment turned into something more?"

Gong Yoo's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. He took your hand, leading you away from the prying eyes of the masquerade. His grip was firm yet gentle, as if guiding you through a dream. You could feel the heat of his skin, and your own hand seemed to fit perfectly into his.

In a dimly lit hallway, he paused, looking down at you with an intensity that made your knees wobble. "how old are you??" he asked again, his voice a soft caress that sent waves of warmth through your body.

You met his gaze, your eyes half-lidded with desire. "I'm old enough to know what I want," you murmured, your voice a sultry invitation that hung in the air between you.

Gong Yoo's grip tightened on your hand, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "And what is it that you want?" His question was a challenge, a test of your resolve.

With a coy smile, you whispered, "I want to feel alive." Your voice was a siren's song, a soft invitation to a world of passion and adventure. "I want to know what it's like to be with someone like you, even if it's just for one night."

"someone like me? a rich celebrity?" he frowns a little.

"Someone like you. An experienced man"

Gong Yoo studied you for a moment, his gaze a mix of curiosity and surprise. He leaned in closer, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "And what makes you think I could give you that?" His voice was a velvet caress, low and intimate, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

You tilted your chin up, looking into his eyes with a boldness you didn't know you had. "Because I can see it in the way you move, the way you speak. You've lived, experienced life in a way I haven't. And for one night, I want a taste of that." You stepped even closer, your breasts brushing against his chest, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of your gown.

He took a moment to process your words, his eyes searching yours. Then, with a smoldering smile, Gong Yoo leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss that stole your breath away. It was a kiss filled with hunger and promise, a kiss that made you feel like the most important person in the world. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space between you. The chemistry was undeniable, the spark that had ignited on the dance floor now a raging inferno. almost immediately he turns you around into the wall and kiss your neck from behind, you smirk at his suddenly rough demeanor.

As the kiss deepened, his hands roamed up your body, cupping your face and tangling in your hair. The heat grew, and you knew that you were playing with fire. you could feel his hard rock member on your ass.

Gong Yoo's kisses grew more urgent, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips before delving into the warmth of your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, your hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer still. His touch was intoxicating, and you felt like you were losing yourself in him, like you were drowning in a sea of desire that you never wanted to escape.

As his hands continued to explore, you felt a rush of anticipation mixed with a hint of nerves. This was uncharted territory for you, a night that was unfolding like the pages of a steamy novel. You knew you were playing with fire, but the thrill of the unknown was too tempting to resist. You had dreamed of this moment, of feeling desired by a man who knew the art of seduction, and here it was, happening to you, in the flesh.

You didn't tell him it was your first time, allowing the mystery of your inexperience to add to the allure. You had watched his dramas, studied the way his characters moved with confidence and passion, and now you were the one in his arms, eager to learn. You hoped that in the shadow of your mask, he wouldn't see the innocence in your eyes, wouldn't hear the tremble in your voice when you whispered for more.

Suddenly, you were in his suite, the door closing with a soft click behind you. The air was thick with tension as he spun you around, pinning you against the wall. His eyes searched yours for consent, and you nodded, your pulse racing. He kissed you harder, his hands moving with a new urgency, as if he were starving for the feel of your skin.

He lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your gown hiking up to reveal your bare thighs. He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently before stripping away the layers of your clothing with an efficiency that spoke of practice. But with Gong Yoo, it didn't feel mechanical or cold; it felt like a sacred ritual, a revealing of something precious.

He licked and sucked all your body and When he finally entered you, it was with a fierce, almost primal growl that sent shockwaves through your body. You cried out, your nails digging into the sheets, as he filled you completely, stretching you in ways you had never imagined. It was painful, but the pain was quickly swallowed by the waves of pleasure that crashed over you, leaving you gasping for air.

He whispered in your ear, his voice strained, "You can handle this, baby,"

He took you from behind, the angle making everything feel more intense, more intimate. Each thrust sent sparks shooting through your body, and you felt yourself climbing higher and higher. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back as he whispered dirty words in Korean, his breath hot against your neck.

''You seduced me and now you're crying? I'm sure this virgin cunt can handle it baby, can you?"

You nodded, eyes squeezed shut, trying to absorb the overwhelming sensations. You felt a strange mix of pain and pleasure, his every movement a revelation. His grip on your hip was firm, guiding your body to meet his in a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful. Each time he thrust into you, it was like a lightning bolt of sensation that traveled from the core of your being out to the very tips of your fingers and toes. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, feeling the pressure build until it was too much to contain.

"wait " you panted, your voice barely recognizable. "please."

he smirks, giving slow thrusts. " handle it"

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, but it was quickly followed by a rush of heat as your body started to respond to his roughness. You could feel your walls tightening around him, the tension building. He noticed your reaction, and with a knowing smile, he reached between your legs, his thumb finding your clit. He began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, and suddenly the pain was a distant memory, replaced by a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to drown you.

"Good girl," he murmured in your ear, his voice a dark promise.

Your body responded to his praise, your hips bucking back into him, meeting his every thrust. The pain had transformed into an all-consuming need, and you found yourself craving more, the ache in your core growing with each stroke. Gong Yoo's movements grew more urgent, his breathing ragged as he claimed you in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. You felt your body begin to tighten, the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter, until you couldn't hold back anymore.

With a guttural cry that seemed to come from deep within your soul, you shattered, your climax ripping through you like a storm. The world around you was a whirlwind of sensation, your nails digging into his back, your body arching off the bed. Gong Yoo held you tight, his own release following closely behind, his body trembling with the force of it.

he filled you with his cum, and you felt his warmth inside you, his grip loosening slightly as his body went slack with satisfaction. He pulled out and turned you to face him, his eyes searching yours for any sign of regret or pain. You saw only passion, a hunger satiated but not extinguished. He leaned in for a gentle kiss.

"Are you okay?" he murmured, his thumb brushing your lips.

You nodded, your voice a shaky whisper. "More than okay," you managed to say, your body still trembling and sore from the aftershocks of pleasure.

He smiled, a soft, gentle expression that seemed at odds with the intensity of moments before. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, and you felt the warmth of his embrace envelop you like a blanket. His heart was beating fast against your chest, a reassuring rhythm that echoed the racing of your own heart.

Your thoughts swirled like a tornado, a whirlwind of emotions and sensations that you couldn't quite pin down. How had he known? Was it that obvious? The idea was both thrilling and humiliating, a secret you hadn't meant to share.

You stared up at the ceiling, Gong Yoo's arms still wrapped around you, his chest rising and falling with each breath. You could feel the sticky evidence of your shared passion between your legs, a stark reminder of what had just transpired. Had he felt your inexperience? Did it matter to him?

"Why are you so quiet?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble against your ear.

"Just… processing," you replied, your voice a soft sigh. "That was…"

"More than you expected?" Gong Yoo's smile was playful, but his eyes searched yours for any sign of distress.

"Incredible," you whispered, your cheeks flushing with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. "I've never… I mean, no one's ever…"

Gong Yoo's smile grew tender, his thumb brushing the curve of your cheek. "Your first time should have been special," he said softly. "i think i was too hard on you but I'm honored it was with me."

You looked into his eyes, searching for any trace of pity or condescension, but found only genuine concern. "It was," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "More than I ever could have imagined."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "And now," he murmured, "we'll explore what else I can teach you."

The rest of the night was a blur of passion and discovery. Gong Yoo was a skilled lover, attentive and patient, guiding you through each new sensation with a tenderness that belied his earlier aggression. You learned the art of pleasure under his skilled touch, every nerve in your body singing with life. He taught you how to ride him, how to take control, how to suck and how to let go completely. With each peak and valley of ecstasy, you felt a part of yourself unfurling, like a bud opening to reveal a beautiful, untouched bloom.

As dawn approached, the two of you lay entwined in a tangle of sheets, your bodies glistening with sweat and satisfaction. Gong Yoo traced lazy patterns on your bare skin with his fingertips, his eyes never leaving yours. The silence was comfortable, filled with the quiet whispers of your breathing and the occasional rustle of the curtains as the first light of day played across the floor.

You felt a strange mix of emotions – excitement, vulnerability, and a hint of melancholy that this magical night was coming to an end. You had no illusions about what this was; a chance encounter, a fairytale come to life for a brief moment. But you couldn't help the way your heart fluttered at the thought of never feeling his touch again.

Gong Yoo must have sensed your thoughts, because he leaned in to kiss you, his lips gentle and reassuring. "You're incredible," he whispered against your skin. "I didn't know it was possible to feel so much for someone I just met."

You blushed, your heart racing at the sincerity in his voice. "I feel the same," you admitted. "But what happens now?"

He sighed, his gaze drifting to the rising sun. "Now, we go back to our lives. I'm a celebrity, and you're a student with a bright future ahead. This was our secret, a night that belonged to us alone."

You nodded, understanding the unspoken words behind his gentle smile. You knew that this was a one-night stand, a memory that would burn brightly in the annals of your mind but never leave this hotel room. Yet, you couldn't help the pang of sadness that twisted in your chest.

As you dressed, you took one last look at him, the man who had taken your virginity and given you a taste of a world you had only dreamed of. He watched you with a soft smile, his eyes lingering on every curve and line of your body as if committing it to memory.

When you were both dressed, he offered you his hand, helping you to your feet. "Thank you," you murmured, feeling the weight of the words in your chest.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Thank you," he said, his voice a caress. "i wish i could be the man that you deserve but, you know, my life and all this… i could ruin you, and i want the best for you. So, thank you, For letting me be part of your story."

You stepped away, the fabric of your dress whispering against your legs as you moved. Gong Yoo watched you with a mix of admiration and something else, something deeper that made your heart clench. He walked over to the balcony, the light from the rising sun casting a halo around his silhouette. The room was bathed in the soft glow of early morning, the shadows of the masquerade fading with each passing moment.

"I should go," you murmured, your voice laced with reluctance. You didn't want this night to end, didn't want to step back into the real world where you were just a student and he was a star on a pedestal.

"Yes," he agreed, his tone heavy with the same regret. "But know that I will never forget you." He turned to face you, the early light painting his features in a way that made him look like a god.

You nodded, your throat tight. "Nor I, you." You took a deep breath, willing yourself to be strong. "But this… this was just a night. A beautiful, perfect night. But it can't be more than that." His thumb traced the line of your palm, sending a shiver up your spine. "And I'm grateful for every second of this night."

You swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Me too," you whispered. "But we both have our paths to follow."

He squeezed your hand gently before letting go, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken truth between you. "I'll walk you to the door," he offered, his voice low and warm.

As you stepped into the hallway, the sounds of the masquerade had faded away, leaving only the quiet hum of the early morning. You felt a sudden chill without his embrace, the reality of the moment setting in. This was it – the end of your fairytale.

He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek as he whispered, "Remember this night, but don't let it define you. You're destined for greatness, and I have no doubt you'll achieve it."

With a final lingering look, you opened the suite door, and you stepped into the hallway, the soft click of the lock echoing in your ears. You took a moment to compose yourself, the ache between your legs a physical reminder of the passion you had shared.

Walking back to Mark's place, the cool air was a stark contrast to the heat of the suite. You couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, as if you were leaving a piece of yourself behind. Yet, as the sun began to rise, you felt a strange sense of empowerment. You had faced your fears and walked away with a story that would fuel your fantasies for years to come.

When you finally arrived back at Mark's apartment, the light was on, and you could hear the faint sound of his snoring. You tiptoed in, careful not to wake him. As you slipped into bed, you couldn't help but replay the night's events in your mind. The way Gong Yoo's eyes had darkened with desire, the feel of his hands on your skin, the sound of his voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

You realized that this encounter would always be with you, a secret treasure that you would cherish. It was a reminder that sometimes, life threw you curveballs that could lead to the most amazing adventures. And as you drifted off to sleep, the warmth of the memory lulling you into a peaceful slumber, you couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be another night like this one.

But for now, you were content knowing that you had lived a moment most could only dream of – a steamy encounter with the enigmatic Gong Yoo.

[elulalavande]

The young studant has big dreams; she is a businesswoman in the making. But she fell in love with her boss.

[cottagedreamy]

QSMP WITCH HAT ATELIER! AU

HIII i have this idea for this AU for a loong time ago, and i'll keeping developing the characters to fit in this concept!

SO, this AU is centrified in Tallulah and her strange family bloodline, she's the principal protagonist, alongside with other characters that i will think of (probably Richarlyson, Cellbit and Quackity).

Tallulah is daughter of Wilbur, and his apprentice. He's a traveller bard and a music teacher for the pointy hat studants. Wilbur decided to leave his home to raise his daughter far from the danger, trying to give her a normal live. But, one day, dark spots appeared across Tallulah's body, which not long later turned out to be forbidden magic.

And this magic slowly drained Tallulah's health, even causing her to develop asthma. Wilbur despaired of that meaning, that connection that he had tried to sever for a long time, but it seemed to haunt him, he decides to return to his old home... The brim hats' hideout, and meet the gang leader for the first time in a while, his father, Philza.

Basically, the story is about Tallulah living a double life of being an outlaw and trying to live the life of a regular citizen, and dealing with the weight of having a family that is condemned by society while trying to fit in and also while trying to deal with his father, so overprotective and present, but sometimes very distant and who keeps many secrets

CHARACTER DESIGN EXPLAINATION:

•WILBUR: He's a teacher and a bard. I gave him pointy ears because I wanted to make it clear that he's "not like other witches", and he often tries to hide them. Wilbur in this universe is like a metaphor for those who are ashamed of their origins and culture, because it's not socially accepted and you try to fit in society to have a place to fit, but forget to embrace who you are. I also made his cape have a lot of patches, references to most of the designs I see from q!Wilbur. In this au, he plays Oud! Also, yes. In this universe, tntduo is canon (but in a slowburn way)

•TALLULAH: Wilbur daughter and apprentice! She never knew her origins until the forbidden magic manifested in her body, and unlike her father, she is very interested in the ideals and who the Brimmed Hats really are. She also attends another school with her friends, one where Quackity teaches. She is half deaf, and plays the flute very well. She is very attached to Phil and her uncle Chayanne.

PHILZA: Father of Wilbur and Chayanne, and also the leader of the brimmed hat gang. Philza is also known as "The Sweeping Angel", and he masters the forbidden magic of metamorphosis (being able to take on the appearance of a giant crow), time and death. He loves Wilbur very much, but is against his closed thoughts about fitting socially into the standards of magic dictated by the wise men (which in this universe, is The Federation). Philza wants to teach Tallulah everything he knows about magic, but at the same time, he doesn't want this to distance him from his son again. He is being actively hunted by the "federation". He is married to Missa!

•CHAYANNE: Son of Missa and Philza, also half brother of Wilbur. Chayanne is very dismissive of Wilbur's behavior, which causes them to always fight. Chayanne tries to kick him out almost every time he enters the brimmed hats' hideout, claiming he is a traitor. But deep down, Chayanne loves him and would be the first to raise his sword if anyone has anything against Wilbur's sake. He sees Tallulah as his little sister, and tries to teach her everything he knows about the origins of brimmed hats without Wilbur knowing, meanwhile he tries to help Tallulah with her conddition. Chayanne's forbidden magic is the ability to transform into a dragon (metamorphosis)

•JAIDEN: Brimmed hat! Jaiden used to be a pointy hat as well as a Kinight Moralis until she lost her son at the hands of the "federation". She then turned to the brimmed hat witches to help bring her son back to life. Philza then offers a deal: He would teach the arts of forbidden magic, but Jaiden would have to abandon her old life so that she and the other witches would not be at risk, and help to overthrow the federation (which means betraying her home). Jaiden then left her partner behind and disappeared, with the promise that she would bring their son back. Jaiden has the forbidden magic of manipulation and hybridity, she can manipulate her tattoos to gain shape and life, and she can fuse with any animal and take their abilities (she often does this with birds). Unfortunately, Jaiden isn't aware that her platonic partner has moved on and has a new life built. But wherever they are, they will always be praying for each other's well-being, as they are both very fragile. But at the same time, she is in doubt

BBH: I haven't worked out much for him yet, sorry chat :( But he is also a brimmed hat witch, but often opposes the leader's ideas. He doesn't have a physical form either, being made only of shadows. He also has a son, who is also his apprentice!

POMME: New recruit to the Knight Moralis (which are the french people!) She's basically like a daughter to them, especially to Etoiles and Baguera, who tend to spoil her a lot. She is quite brave and tenacious. She is Richarlyson and Tallulah's best friend!

RICHARLYSON: Son of MANY parents, he has a huge family and is a member of royalty. He is the son of King Forever! He is also one of Quackity's students (and also his son). Richarlyson is currently being treated to deal with a curse of forbidden magic placed on him. Because he is the son of the king, the federation is completely aware of the situation and helps in finding antibiotics and medical specialists, but it's all pointless. Richarlyson developed premonitions and visions of the past, which he express through art. Richas has no idea of his ability, as he does all this sleepwalking. I like to think his cape was designed by himself sleepwalking. He has no idea what it means, but he likes it!

THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY!!! If you're interested to know more, you can send me a ask!! I will have the pleasure to talk to you!

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✦ Oh boy! Here we go.

I created a LMK Au just for funsies. A furutistic, high technologic world with cyberpunk vibes! (Because I absolutely love this type of aesthetic)

✦ the picture above is just a quick drawing I did of Macaque in this AU. I will get into details about the AU while showing a few infos of a few LMKs characters alongside with their designs. (Just a reminder I'm still creating the AU and it's my first time making one. It might be a little messy, so I apologize if it gets too messy--)

Oh! And by the way, the characters on this AU follow the same basic formula as the original characters. So it doesnt have much changes, other than the world they live in, their clothes and a few events.

✦ MK, The Monkie Kid

• Its the same thing as our little MK from the animated series, he works at Pigsy's Noodles as a delivery boy, is the Monkey king's biggest fan and is his successor and pretty much the basic stuff.

• He learned about the Monkey king with Mister Tang. He is a huge fan.

• Tho he isn't a great expert, he knows how to how to fix computer cases, machines and vehicles and build stuff by using old pieces (he learned with Pigsy and Sandy, just in case his delivery vehicle breaks in the middle of the road or a something start malfunctioning in the noodle store). As we can see, he works more in the hardware part.

• He likes to collect the old pieces of old devices that people throw away in the city's old graveyard. It's like a type of recycling. (That's also how he find the Monkey king's staff but that is a thing I will tell in details in another day--)

• He loves to draw!!! Hooray!!! He also likes to play games. Is always playing video games with his best friend, Mei, on the arcade or online.

✦ Mei, The White Horse Dragon Girl

• She's a programmer/developer of softwares (Yes I know that in I drawing I said she's a "hacker but a bit clumsy" but actually i wanted to say shes a programmer. I was sleepy, it was 2 am, and my brain wasn't braining 😰😰😰---) with a few knowledge about hardwares. She created her technological helmet system with MK's help. (Her helmet it's similiar to Iron man's helmet from inside.)

• She built her own motorcycle, again with MK's help. She participates a lot motorcycles race just for funsies.

• Loves to play games. I guess I could say she is quite of a professional gamer? She play to win. But when she is playing with MK or with other friends, she doesnt care losing or winning, she only cares about enjoying some quality time with them.

✦ Liu'er Mihou, The Six Eared Macaque.

• Pretty much same as the original Macaque. (Lost his eye in the past with a fight against Sun Wukong. Omg betrayal. Yknow the deal-)

• Here he is a Hacker/Cracker.

"But what is a cracker?" You may ask. Now it's time for my nerd/TI studant side take over. A cracker it's a mean hacker. The cracker breaks/attacks the systems and webs for their own benefit, which it's for illegal purposes. Now a Hacker it's actually a job, which their purpose its to find the security breaches and ways to how break it, so then they can make the security stronger and prevent invasions/attacks at the system.

With that being said, Macaque is a hacker/cracker. So he makes defense systems to himself and breaks into other systems for illegal purposes.

• He got these gloves that helps him hack things better, he created it himself. He create floating holograms like it's a tablet screen and can hold on these holograms using these gloves. With a simple touch he can steal database from a device and hack it's system. (He can hack machines, computers, tech weapons and even the light system.)

• He got his shadow magic too, same as the original one. Shadow clones, shadow portals... but he kinda makes a fusion between his magic and the technology he invented to himself. (Before anyone say it. YES! I got heavily inspired by Sombra from Overwatch. 😔)

✦ The Monkey King, Sun Wukong

• Yeah, the Monkey king. The great sage equal to heaven. The silly who made a havoc on heaven---

• HE GOT THAT HUGE MECHA WE SAW IN THE ANIMATED SERIES BECAUSE HE DOESNT LIKE USING HIS KAIJU FORM !!!

But he doesnt use the mecha much. It has been CENTURIES since he last use it. Now MK is the one who uses it because he is Sun Wukong's successor.

• That's not his "Monkey King" royal clothes. It just some casual/comfy clothes to use in everyday life.

• He already knew who MK was. MK is a stone Monkey just like himself. Wukong have been watching the kid grow up from far. He grow a bit attached to the boy.

Sun Wukong surely wasn't expecting to MK being able to lift his golden staff, so he think in the opportunity to make him his sucessor and teach him how to use his new powers. (Yes, I was lisiting to "the horse and the infant" song. How did you kn--)

Oh God. That explanation was long.

✦ Welp, that's all for today!

I will post more stuff about the AU in the future. And I still need to think a name for it...

It is clear I got heavily inspired by Cyberpunk, techwear, overwatch, New Gods: Nezha reborn, Arcane and other stuff. I'm sorry, BUT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT AESTHETIC AND VIBES!! HHHHHHH-

✦ I'm a huge nerd. 🤓