#thank u for sharing this anon!!

[inkykeiji]

thinking abt reader *begging* touya-nii to go as barbie and ken with her for this year’s halloween but he refuses to dress up as ryan gosling so they go as barbie and oppenheimer instead

ANONNNN THIS IS MY NEW FAVOURITE THING!!!!!! holy shit!!! because he so totally would!!! and he’s walking around whatever party he’s decided to drag you to with an exact replica of the fedora and a steadily burning cigarette wrapped up in his lips, dangling from the right side of his mouth of course, because touya-nii is nothing if not an exquisite perfectionist.

he claims ken isn’t badass enough for him, that he needs to dress up as something more his style, and that pastels and/or neons don’t fit with his look (he thinks he can’t pull them off; you beg to differ, he can pull literally anything off, but he doesn’t care). in the end, though, he looks gorgeous, and the two of you are an absolute pair, a sight to be seen, drawing eyes from every corner of every room you enter—a pretty little barbie girl and her imposing scientist, exhaling delicate tendrils of smoke from his nostrils as menacing blue eyes gun down anyone who stares a little too long or looks a little too close.

and the tie is a plus, too, making it exceptionally easy to tug him into empty bathrooms or hidden, out-of-the-way laundry rooms and crush your lips to his, shoving your hands down his trousers or clawing eagerly at his belt buckle as he wedges a thigh between your legs and sinks calloused fingers and blunt nails into the plush flesh of your ass. the hiss he earns himself, hurled from your mouth to melt on his tongue, is sweeter than any candy ever could be, moaning a little as he sucks on the sound and grips you tighter, trapping you between his body and the sharp edge of a counter-top or washing machine to rut up against your hip or your touch, and, oh, this is so much more fitting than barbie and ken, don’t you think so, sweetheart? <3

[butteronabun]

diluc + EXES EXES EXES PLEASE (HIIII butter on a bun ^_^ i will Enable you because i have a playlist for him dedicated to this shit) + canon/modern au, etc — pick whatever YOU were thinking writing the request post + spin the wheel and pick a genre~ again, this request is an excuse to hear YOUR thoughts (i have some of my own)

extra: pick whether you want it to be she/her or g/n~ i’m fine with both 🫶

sincerely, 🥩 (who missed you and hasn’t caught up with recent posts bc i was busy </3)

wish that i had more of this borrowed time

a diluc ragnvindr x female reader exes au.

overview: diluc’s heart is his greatest foe.

wc: 3.2k

notes: originally this was 5k words but that was so much & i didn’t want to complicate this more so TAKE IT 😙 this is also a bit open-ended so feel free to interpret this however you like!! also, additional notes will be in the end, so better check that out too :)

“You’re going to break that glass, Master Diluc,” remarks Kaeya Alberich himself, who is this close to purchasing popcorn to watch the ‘drama’ that he has been observing for a while now. Weinlesefest truly has its wonders – fresh wine, good company, and a brother who definitely still isn’t over his ex, even if said brother continues to deny it. “You look under the weather. Why not take a breather and enjoy the sights? You have a loyal staff that’s willing to oversee the Angel’s Share stand for a while.”

Diluc’s cold, unwavering glare remains on that face of his. Kaeya’s almost certain that comparing his ice from his cryo vision with Diluc’s expression will have no difference at all. “I am doing fine, Master Kaeya.” He looks down at the glass he has wiped for—Kaeya guesses—the fifth time now, and picks up another one. 

“Really? But it’s becoming a little hot, Master Diluc. I’ve noticed that as the minutes pass by, the temperature of the stand has been concerningly rising as of late. Are you secretly heating up some tasty bar snacks, or is it something else?”

Kaeya suppresses a smirk when the warmth around them subdues momentarily. He has one theory that he’s sure is actually true—a theory where that ‘heat’ is coming from, and it’s definitely not the wind. 

It’s the ninth month of the calendar. Summer’s already over. So it’s safe to say that. . .

“Don’t you have other matters to tend to?” Diluc narrows his eyes at him. Oh, changing the subject now, aren’t we? “Surely, Cavalry Captains still have to scout the area for any potential threats during Weinlesefest, or have the knights really gone incompetent?”

“Oh, you. Everyone deserves to enjoy the festival every once in a while,” Kaeya raises his keg playfully. “And that includes even you.”

Diluc just grumbles at that. Still stubborn as always, but Kaeya remembers the day when the traveler told him a few years ago that Diluc, despite isolating himself during the previous festivals, reveled. (Reveled on his own, was what they clarified.) It’s a comforting thought that even such a busy man as himself can still enjoy these moments.

And Kaeya wishes he’d see it more. 

Diluc willingly taking charge of the Angel Share’s stand instead of Charles? How endearing. Is it really because he’s here for the celebration, or something else? 

(Kaeya—and he’s pretty sure, Diluc is, too—hears nearby footsteps. Familiar voices.)

Or someone else?

Whatever it is, Kaeya is fine with either. 

“Still baffles me that my suggested proposals got rejected— ah, we’re here. Oh, hi, Kaeya!” 

Kaeya sips his beer and smiles at you. “Hey.” And he watches it all unfold again. You smile back at him, before slowly turning to Diluc, who has never taken his eyes off of you ever since your arrival. 

You hide a lock of your hair behind your ear timidly. “Hi, Diluc.”

It’s really fascinating to see his brother still so soft with you. People may not notice this, but Kaeya knows Diluc best. “Good evening. What would you like tonight?”

“Ah – my company here—” you turn to the man beside you, a fellow colleague perhaps, and Kaeya seriously has to control himself from smirking. The area’s heating up again. “—would like to try some of the Fruits of the Festival that we’ve been hearing of. Is it still available?”

Diluc nods. “Yours?”

“I don’t want anything, actually—”

“Please, don’t do that,” The man calls out your name, and steps forward. The warmth’s growing. “If you think that you’re treating me tonight, then I’ll be treating you as well. Bartender, I’ll be ordering Wolfhook Juice for this lovely lady.”

The man winks at you, confident with himself, until Diluc breaks the flair by simply saying, “She’s allergic to that.”

Ah, this is great. Kaeya’s considering if he should bring Rosaria or even Lisa along for the drama. 

“W–wait, really? You’re allergic to Wolfhook?”

“Ah, D–Diluc—” As much as Kaeya relishes in dear Diluc’s jealousy, your expressions are also just as priceless. Speechless that his amazing brother still has one detail about you memorized? Pfft. Such is a man of great talent who has a knack for processing knowledge in such a short time. He’s a businessman, after all. It’s important to know a lot of things. “You still remember that?”

Diluc doesn’t reply to that question. Instead, he goes on preparing the drink with ease and in silence. Kaeya can feel the awkwardness in the air as they watch Diluc swiftly mix the ingredients, and the man accompanying you merely coughs to dissipate the tension.

“So, um,” The man starts, “I’ve heard that Starsnatch Cliff looks beautiful at this time of night. I was wondering if you’d like to stargaze with me?”

You seem sheepish. “Oh, I—”

There’s a loud thud, surprising everyone, except for Kaeya and Diluc themselves. Diluc has placed the glass in front of the man, face emotionless. “It’s late. Dangerous, even. I recommend that you postpone such a journey.” 

Kaeya hides his smile behind his keg. Oh, Diluc. Could you get even more obvious? He wishes to voice out that poor Klee and the other children might get scared because of his ‘grumpy face’ again, but it is late and they’re not here anymore, so it isn’t a valid reason to mention. 

Oh, the area’s hotter now. The man is visibly sweating under the intimidating man’s stare. “A–Ah, I see- t–thank you for that then, good sir—”

“Diluc, don’t scare him,” you scold him lightly, and take the glass. “And we’ll be fine, I have a vision.”

His stupid brother’s about to protest, and Kaeya readies himself for another session of ‘Diluc Facepalming Himself Because He Made A Fool of Himself In Front of his Ex’ when you add on:

“Though, Diluc’s right. It’s dangerous to go out right now since I’ve heard from the outriders that the concentration of hilichurl camps around that area is growing in size again. So we shouldn’t go.” You give the man his drink, and gesture him to an empty table. “And didn’t you tell me you’re tired already? Why not sit down for a while?”

Once you two are seated on a table that’s too far for Diluc’s liking, Kaeya sighs and shakes his head. Diluc glowers at him. “What?”

“Attentive as ever.”

“It’s the least I could do,” Diluc says as he crosses his arms.

“The least thing you could do is be attentive to her well–being, even though you’re not her lover anymore?” The temperature intensifies. Oops. Kaeya stepped on something he shouldn’t. But it’s always so fun to get on Diluc’s nerves. “Admit it, you still haven’t moved on.”

Diluc then retorts, “Is it so bad to care for an old friend?” “So that’s what you call her now?”

“Kaeya,” Diluc warns.

“Diluc~” Kaeya pleasantly sings. Then, his lips part into an ‘o.’ “My, I smell something burning. Are you really cooking something up?”

Kaeya doesn’t bat an eyelash on the slightly scorched bartop.

_

Diluc’s heart is his greatest foe.

He has too much love in his heart, and oftentimes, it causes him great anguish. 

He wanted to rip his heart out the night his father passed on. He wanted to stomp on it after causing Kaeya harm. 

And he wanted to abandon it, just like how you did.

“Let’s end this,” you told him one dinner, with your head dipped down, not wanting to meet his eyes. You trembled as you anticipated his response, but you didn’t get one. Diluc was left aghast. “This isn’t working for the both of us, Diluc.”

Such was the fate of a Ragnvindr who dedicated his time to protecting the city and thwarting the enemies that threatened his nation. Such is the fate of a Ragnvindr who occupied himself with the winery’s business ventures. 

Such was the fate of a Ragnvindr, who, despite having a big heart, had failed his lover. 

He wanted to say—maybe we could try again. I will be better this time. He knew he could solve this, if he could think of strategies to counterattack the abyss, or even keep his competitors on their toes with his new business plans, surely, he could remedy this. 

“I have too much on my plate. You have too much on yours. Let us end this before we affect each other.”

When your tears cascaded down your cheeks, Diluc wanted to wipe them away. But he couldn’t even move. Not even an inch. How could he, when his heart was being shattered to pieces? 

You had too much on your plate? Why didn’t you say anything? You know he’d always be here for you.

So why?

He wanted to say — then let’s face them together.

But you had other plans.

It was over. 

And he understood.

_

“How fortunate that our dear cutie decided to visit this year’s Weinlesefest,” Lisa says as she touches the petals of the cecilias. She’s here in Diluc’s garden. Lisa, for some reason, has the tendency to make unannounced visits. She smiles up at Diluc who’s observing her from the gazebo. “Don’t you feel the same way too, Diluc? That she’s here again, after almost two and a half years.”

Diluc crosses his arms. “I fail to understand why I’d have to voice out my opinions on the matter.”

“Ah, but didn’t you say something to Kaeya? Supposedly, shouldn’t you be happy that an ‘old friend’ came back?”

Diluc averts his gaze, and Lisa smiles even wider before tending back to the flowers.

“She favors these, don't they? Cecilia flowers.” Lisa sniffs one. This one smells very fresh. It’s as if all the flowers here are greatly taken care of. “Oh, this takes me back. I still recall how you and her first met. You two were so adorable! She used to chase you around, desperate for your attention. And despite your attempts to push her away, she still managed to win you over. Her blushing face was the absolute best when you gifted her a bouquet of cecilias. Really, who knew that you could get so romantic?”

Lisa lifts her head and fixates on the clouds. “She’s your first love, right? And you treasured her so.” She checks to see if Diluc’s still there, and he is. 

He’s still sulking like the baby he is.

“Diluc?”

Lisa can hear him murmur, but it’s not too audible for her ears to pick up. “I beg your pardon?”

“. . .her favorite.”

Lisa tilts her head. “Favorite?” 

“Cecilia flowers.” Diluc says. “They’re not her favorite.”

“Oh, my. So what’s her favorite, then?”

Diluc is reluctant. But he answers anyway. “Small lamp grass flowers.”

Oh, Lisa knows.

She just wanted to hear him say it.

_

No one knows how much Diluc has struggled during the first months of your breakup with him. 

He got moody, at times. Even slept in too much, which was surprising, because he wasn’t the type of person to sleep, not at all, when he had errands to run. He was a business owner by day, and a vigilante by night—he shouldn’t coop himself up inside his quarters all the time just to let his broken heart weep.

So even if those days, those weeks, those months, were nothing but unimaginable suffering – Diluc had to rise. Someone still had to face the darkness for the dawn.

The overseeing of the winery and the scouting of adversaries were great distractions to someone like him.

But he couldn’t deny the fact that whenever he was resting, or even had one moment of leisure, those thoughts canw creeping in. How were you? Where were you? Are you faring well? Do you still yearn for him, as much as he yearns for you?

Are you as ruined as he is?

Diluc didn’t expect that breakups could get this hard. He thought the drunkards in his taverns were over exaggerating it a bit too much because of the alcohol, but now, he could understand.

( He didn’t resort to alcoholism, though. )

He really tried to get over you. He really did. He really tried to forget. 

But how could he, when he cherished you so?

How could he, when his heart continuously ached for you? How could he, when he longed for you desperately after you left Mondstadt.

_

( ”There are plenty of fish in the sea. There are lots of daughters from various nations wanting to be your wife! Why not choose any of them, to fill that hole in your chest?”

The last time a patron told Master Diluc those exact words, he nearly banished them from his tavern. )

_

Moving on was not an option here, it seemed, when everything reminded Diluc of you. 

He saw you everywhere. You liked talking a lot, and he liked listening to you, even before you two were dating. Every experience, every anecdote, every musing, and every vent — he remembered it all. 

Diluc knew what type of coffee you liked. At first, you weren’t such a big fan of them, but you found one that suited your taste. ( “Just one cup is enough, though. Two or more will make me palpitate!” ) Pepperoni became your favorite pizza topping when you ate with Jean when she invited you for lunch out of gratitude. ( “Cheesy spinach is a close second!” ) You liked reading books and seemed to get lost in them a lot; you even excitedly discussed your reviews to him of the novels or pieces of information you’ve read. ( “Like can you believe it?! He had a twin brother all along!” or “Now I understand why you have such a big chair in your office! It’s because it signifies your status! ” )

You were so endearing. Diluc really, really loved every bit of you and made sure to give you the love that you deserved. He tried his best as he could to provide you with the affection that you needed.

Yet it still wasn’t enough.

Because if it did, Diluc would still be here at his dining table, reading his documents and sipping coffee with you. If it did, you’d still offer Diluc one slice of pepperoni or cheesy spinach pizza after your lunch with Jean. If it did, you would still bother him underneath the sheets until late hours into the night regarding the mundane and the interesting.

Move on, they said. They were all growing concerned.

Move on, a rational part of him also said. It was for his own good.

But he had always been stubborn.

_

( 

“Master Diluc’s single?! Again?”

“The most eligible bachelor’s throne is his once more.”

“Back off, even if the Master’s single, he won’t give you no heed. Just give up.”

“Come on, support me a little! I just want to give him a good time. Don’t you think I have a chance?”

“Not one bit, lass. Not one bit.” )

_

Weinlesefest is in full swing—

“Yet here you are, moping.” A green bard sits on the pier beside Diluc, who’s currently throwing rocks onto the surface of the water. “Master Diluc, shouldn’t you be out there and celebrate? Or did you choose to stay here because you haven’t scored a date?”

Diluc narrows his eyes at him curtly, before throwing another stone into the water. 

“A silent treatment for me, I see,” The bard strings his lyre, “But I have no worry, for you’ll answer me eventually.”

Diluc sighs. “She’s occupied as of the moment.”

“Oh~? I see that the tables have turned, then?”

Diluc scoffs. Of course he also knows about what had happened before. “Really. What’s your purpose for being here? And stop with your rhyming. It’s annoying me.”

The bard snickers. Stroke a chord it seems. “It’s the second to the last day of this festive event, and I’ve yet to see you participate. Minus the fact of taking care of the Angel Share’s stall, but you must at least do something that’s not related to work.”

“It’s in my blood to dedicate myself when it comes to work.” Diluc throws another stone. “I have no other choice, Venti.”

“Yet here you are, skipping stones?”

“Here I am, skipping stones.”

The bard sighs sadly. As he kicks his legs back and forth, he says - “Do you remember the Thousand-Wind Wine Razor made with the Traveler?”

“Of course. The barrel they used belongs to my winery.”

There’s another silence. Then Venti speaks again. “The wind is many things, you know. It can bring back the soul, and especially, preserve memories—you know of the fact that dandelion seeds are added last as a way of capturing the wind at the very moment when the barrel is sealed. Meaning, the memory of that ‘moment’ is stored in the wine, for all eternity.”

“And your point is?”

“Let yourself be happy this once.”

_

After the citizens of Mondstadt welcomed the Anemo God, they all felt the gentle breeze kissing their skin as he graciously made himself present into the wind. The children cheered, and the adults raised their cups for a toast. Everyone was having a splendid time.

“To the Anemo Archon!”

You, however, have just finished preparing for your departure back to Sumeru. After packing your belongings and making sure you didn’t leave anything in the inn, you had to go find your companion — who’s still probably busy trying out new drinks. 

You sigh at that, a little amused. You also resign to this fate. The journey to Sumeru will have to wait until later. Plus, you haven’t even properly said your goodbyes to the others, so, there’s that. 

A polite cough echoes behind you. You turn around, and your heart flutters at the sight of a familiar man. Diluc.

“May I request a bit of your time?” He asks, always so gently.

You’re pleased and surprised, of course - because it’s Diluc. Diluc, who’s obviously seeking you, even if he’s made clear that he’s occupied with duties of the winery. 

You want to humor him a little bit, so you snicker. “But what if I don’t want to?” You gesture to your satchel. “I’m preparing for my departure, you see.”

Diluc already knows that, doesn’t he? He doesn’t even react. “If that’s the case, then I respect your decision.”

Oh, that’s a bit disappointing. You kind of want to slap yourself for that. You should’ve just accepted Diluc’s request instead of pulling stuff like this. Why play hard to get, when Diluc’s already—

“But I beg of you,” Diluc adds, and you blink. There’s determination in his eyes, and your heart skips a beat when you notice that there’s also something else. “Before you leave. . . please, spend time with me. All it takes is just a short moment with you, and I’ll be content. I won’t ask for anything more.”

—making initiative, huh.

How can you say no to that?

You smile at him—a little bit too tenderly. “Alright then, Diluc.” You lift a hand, gesturing for him to take it. “Lead the way.”

supposedly this was seriously longer, it had more plot ( i indulged on this way too much when i was writing this but had to omit a lot of stuff because i was getting overboard + wanted to more focus on how diluc interacts with his ex / what he feels about his ex / what he felt without his ex asfghjfk also, here's one screenshot before i deleted this part; i wasn't rlly kidding that it had more substance and it was originally angsty:

anw. shoutout to my bestie who brainstormed with me abt ex diluc hcs it was so fun. lemme share to y'all what we talked abt: 1) we thought that diluc is the type of person who’d date to marry, 2) his heart is so so freaking loyal he'd still pine for his first love, and 3) he falls hard and is stupidly sentimental plus. if he did have an ex, the breakup will def bother / ruin / devastate him, especially when he loved that person sm :(

[theloveinc]

toji and stepson!megumi.. and their inability to say no to the lecherous chubby lady they call wife/mom.

i’d imagine that toji wouldn’t be all that mad when he finds his son in a reverse mating press under you only a few weeks after he came home from college.. the boy drooling out the mouth while you giggle maniacally at the sight.

hell, he’d probably laugh, not sure how someone as studly as himself could produce such a.. a sweetie.

like sure, your stepson has a chiseled body and a cock rivaling his father’s.. but boy does he have such a low threshold for stimulation.

ugh forgive me caitie for i have sinned.. toji holding poor gumi’s hips in place while you fuck yourself on his cock, the both of you cooing at him for being so cute.

(i couldnt produce many more thoughts for this but please feel free to insert)

I think it's more so that you're unable to say no to them, because they're the needy dogs in the house !!

It's not that college was difficult or hard for Megumi ... but getting home to a cute woman who feeds him and does his laundry and watches TV every night grooming the dogs in a muumuu while cozied up to his dad... it makes his balls TIGHT !! that kind of affection, the kind that he didn't realize he was missing his whole life (but esp. while away taking care of yuji and listening to nobara degrade him in the dorms).

As if it it's his fault for being attracted to you, anyway... not when he's half his father and there you are, practically offering yourself up for him the first time you catch him with a morning wood when you came in to make his bed first thing in the morning...

(If anything, Toji probs told you to be soft with the boy in moments like this, warned you he gets all tense and snappy when he hasn't been babied in a while, and there's nothing like watching his father sucking face w/ a pretty woman to make 'gumi all needy for touch, too)

So when you end up reporting back to him that megumi barely lasted a minute with his cock wrapped up in your boobs... he's just giving up hope entirely that his son will ever find a woman on his own and deciding that you, as parents, just have to take care of him yourselves. i mean, you already said it, he's got the looks and parts to back up what you need in the bedroom, as well, esp when Toji is out for long periods making money for you guys--why not spend some time teaching your grumpy lil son how to fuck?

Holding his hips til he cries, showing him how you like your nipples pinched and played with, how to shove someone's head down on a cock, how to take his nose being shoved into your clit...who's to blame you all for getting a bit addicted??

[abd-illustrates]

i love your heartless story! do you have any thoughts on what the characters would sound like- either specific voice actors or just general ideas? like accents and stuff?

ooh! I haven't given voices a ton of thought but I do always imagine Moira with an Irish accent lol -- and I keep thinking that transatlantic or new orleans accents might be fun options for Alchemy to give them a bit of an "old hollywood movie star" kinda sound!

[bastardbvby]

hi. this is the worst thing ive ever said in my life and something ive been keeping to myself for 3 years. i used to believe that every time i masturbated something bad would happen (its the religious upbringing, my father was a preacher, luke 11:9 and all that). not even just to me but to the unvierse. it then morphed into me thinking that everytime i masutrbated something bad would happen to dream and george. quite literally i might be the reason why they didnt get to meet until 2022 ON GOD its because i was masturbating. the month of the face reveal i was celibate no masturbating no sex NOTHING and then they met up and face revealed. i was so happy that i.... well you know. then the "scandal" happened. not to be a fucking dumb cunt but it was because i masutbated and i want to formally apologize to the community. ive since left and brought my bad luck with me so i hope all is good within the fandom without me wacking it every day lmao :((( but quite literally everytime i did that dream would be trending canceled the next day. ive kept this in for too long and need to confess. anyways lots of love, i still mastubate but its only affecting my new fandoms so if kpop band 17 gets cancelled tomorrow just know i had a good time <3333333333333

you have genuinely rendered me speechless

[yameoto]

hey, I noticed that in a Art and Tashi x reader fic by luuuuucyscorner (She’s Like You - Art Donaldson) that the first half of the fic is the intro for your Art and Tashi pet project bot. I don’t know if you said it was okay for them to use it, but I just wanted to make sure that you knew about it.

didnt think id have to say this but do NOT steal my writing! bot intros or otherwise. a huge chunk of "She's Like You - Art Donaldson" IS MY WRITING! and that sucks! its shitty! and uncool! and id, really, really appreciate it if we could just. not do this. it is much easier for me to turn my bots private rather than make new ones.

[thedeathdeelers]

You’re telling me, Sae-on, who’s spent every confrontation being all up at Hee-Joo’s face, personal space be damned, would rather wipe her lip himself than offer a napkin in close proximity, legit got around to undressing her top to examine injuries instead of, you know, asking and waiting for an answer……

He turned down a dance from his lovely wife when she was being all sweet and approachable???

Nah man! I don’t buy it!

watch it being for some dumb “you can’t fall in love with me i’m not good for you” complex when AcTUALLY SIR. YOURE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER

actually i would love a fic/ one shot of that scene from his POV where we actually get his inner thoughts - like he has the woman he’s loved ever since he was a kid, ie his first love (we assume) in his arms, willingly, like she initiated it, and here he is having to act cold and disinterested

i imagine it’s cause he doesn’t want her to force herself to like him/doesn’t want her doing these things because her mom told her too

he wants her to like/want him like he likes/wants her? 🤔 or does he not want her to like him cause his world is a mess

anyway.

hell yeaaaahhhh the inner turmoil is probably chef’s kiss

[sexybread-png]

NEEEED more vampalinda from you in 2025, so so good

maybe

[astrangetorpedo]

jucy clothes sharing i said oh i’m sure https://x.com/alyingliar/status/1849159718314348830?s=46&t=bLcqWnqGIwQn3kJva_GvLg

good grief 😭 i dug up the pic and of course the sweater was lucy’s (x)(x)

[recareels]

clari oh clari i wanna share this with you so bad bc i just had an idea about mr reca ٩(＾◡＾)۶ (i hope you like it it’s been brewing in my head for a while but idk whether it’s just stupid or not) imagine you are a cabaret singer in a nightclub amongst the galaxy…you’re not just any cabaret singer though, your every night singing is almost akin a theatrical performance with your sugary saccharine voice and elegant seraphic dance moves that enchant even the most stoic person. and every night you see red glinting eyes watch your figure, admiring your almost innate talent for the spotlight. one night after your gig he finds you and speaks with you in the most enchanting voice talking about how “you’re a natural darling. i could see you on all sorts of billboards” (im such a sucker for the hc of him having a transatlantic accent) and you blush and thank him. little do you know he’s got a fat wad of cash ready to pay the owner of your nightclub in exchange for you so he can make you his own little star…

^.^

(and if cash doesn’t work his gonna take you somehow bc god is he so obsessed fascinated by you and definitely wants to put a pretty little star like you on billboards!)

ANONNNNNNNNNNNNNN please this is such a DELICIOUS IDEA!!!!!! i’m shouting at the top of my lungs!!! yes yes yes and there’s something catlike about him, something predatory to him, the way he watches you as if he’s stalking his prey— ruby eyes lazy and lidded as they follow your movements across the stage in slow, smooth sweeps, assessing your strengths and weaknesses, hunting for the opportune moment to strike. the hunger in his eyes is so potent it’s almost tangible; a dense haze that saturates the air around him, that intoxicates anyone who dares to venture a bit too close.

and he’s got that perpetual smirk smeared across his face, caught somewhere between enchanting/charming and sleazy/dangerous, an ambivalent sort of quirk to his lips that simultaneously makes you feel valuable and worthless. his voice is dark and decadent as those compliments spill from his lips, punctuated with an offer he’s sure you can’t refuse. because it isn’t just the money and the fame, the enticing promise of everlasting stardom, but him too—to be his favourite, to be his little masterpiece, raw crude talent taken and honed expertly between his skilled hands, crafted into something that’s almost ethereal, that transcends these realms...birthed by him, owned by him, tethered forever to him.

[lylahammar]

pansexuality is inherently lgbtphobic please get over your internalized biphobia

No way are we seriously still having this pointless shit fight in 2024

[temeyes]

Saw your inbox open and wanted to come in and ask how you feel about Nishinoya? What about Azumane? Love that you've been having fun drawing the Haikyuu boys.

hey anon! oh gosh, i love this question!!

i super duper love Noya-san!! i'm a little biased cuz Karasuno is my favorite team in hq!! but he's my favorite libero in the entire show. he's so silly but equally determined when they're on the court too. i feel so happy for him when he became a backpacker in the timeskip arc (and even bringing a volleyball with him wherever he goes!)

as for Asahi, he's such a gentle giant! how can anyone not like him? LOL, but seriously, i also love Asahi! i love that despite being a big guy, he's just a bundle of nerves (he's like me like for real) ALSO HIM BECOMING A FASHION DESIGNER IN THE FUTURE? LOVE THAT FOR HIM!!!!

anyways! thankies for supporting me drawing Haikyuu!! stuff, anon! it's always good to go back to my roots TEEHEE <3 here's a quick Noya dood for ya!

[skelesass]

Inspired by watching Netflix's Arcane:

If Sherry Birkin and Jake Muller ever have a kid, I keep picture the kid to be 1) a girl (more female characters, Capcom), 2) butch, and 3) jacked as fuck, with Jake's red hair. Probably just because of Vi from Arcane, because, y'know. Arms 👀 and back muscles 👀

Also love the idea of the Sherry x Jake kid being like a cool older sibling to Rose Winters, just because you need good friends in the world of Resident Evil, and also because Lord knows poor Rose could use some friends. Also because I feel like having somebody in the group aside from Chris that's brave enough to punch bioweapons in the face would be good for group/Rose morale.

Anyway, thought I'd share my vision.

[sdv-confessions]

For the bachelors, I headcanon Shane as the oldest and Sebastian as the youngest (just barely younger than Sam)

For me it’s Shane (early 40s), Harvey (late 30s at youngest, likely early 40s), Elliott (early to mid 30s), Alex (mid 20s), Sam (early to mid 20s), and Sebastian (a few months younger than Sam). Shane and Harvey are pretty close in age (maybe two years apart max) to me.

Alex is the odd one out for the bachelors with no one super close in age to him but honestly he’s the healthiest physically of all the bachelors (Shane probably sees Alex all fit and healthy and thinks “man I remember when my body wasn’t failing me, what a time” and then gets up and his back and knees crack uncomfortably). Harvey is probably next after Alex, then Sam (skateboarding is physically taxing so him being fit makes sense to me), then Elliott (I can see him doing light exercise everyday just to make sure he gets some movement in), then Shane (lifting boxes at Joja plus helping on Marnie’s ranch will at least make sure he has some exercise), and then finally Sebastian, who I’m pretty sure hasn’t ran or done anything physically active since the equivalent of high school gym class.

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[kabukiaku]

WEB OF WYRD RELEASING 4TH OCTOBER EEEEE

-Grim

me: hm! what's that-

NO FUCKIGN WAY A HELLBOY GAME OH MY FUCKIGN G OD OH MY GOD AND ITS 2D STYLIZED OH FUCK

NAHHH WAY IM GETTING THIS

[sebastianmichaelisslander]

Any unpopular opinions/headcanons about shinigamis?

Lessgooo! I’d been waiting for this for a while!

Headcanons

• Not fully sure there’s a proper academy for Reapers, though that’s the case in a lot of fanon hcs and even the anime.

The Dispatch setup resembles a very typical one in the corporate world, though - newer Reapers are all assigned a mentor who they train under and who asses them for their capabilities in varying fields. According to this, they join a particular department and work under its head (e.g., collections, forensics, auditing, etc.).

• There are several different branches of the Dispatch spread out over major cities in England - and the same goes for branches in other countries. Headquarters will be either at the capital or in a major city (e.g, London).

• Though Reapers are all pretty much blind as bats without their glasses, younger ones would probably have it slightly better. Slightly.

• As for whether they would retain any memories of their past lives, it depends for me.

What would be worse than having memories of who or what was dear to them wiped to prevent them from straying would be remembering it all, but knowing they will not be able to return under any circumstances.

But as I’m uncertain about how to make sense of that, I’d say that I share my mutual @grimreaperauthority ‘s headcanon about their memories of their past lives being wiped and thus remaining mostly fuzzy. I’d say that’s the case, save for the day of their death or anything particularly defining which shaped or changed their beliefs, imho.

• Relationships between colleagues aren’t forbidden, but it’s expected that one adheres to decorum and keeps their liaisons under wraps. Especially if there’s a major power imbalance involved, because you’d be cooked.

Unpopular opinions

I’ll probably have several of you trying to break down my door with pitchforks and torches in hand, but here goes.

• I don’t see Eric as Scottish, lol.

I haven’t fully watched the musical so I don’t fully get where the whole headcanon about him came into being, but it’s not just that. I tried looking his last name up, and ‘Slingby’ isn’t even a real surname - closest thing is ‘Slingsby’, which is of English origin. ‘Knox’, however, is a Scottish surname, so make what you will of that. 😉 (Yes, I unapologetically write Ronnie as a Scotsman.)

• I do not ship Sascha with Ludger.

I always saw the former as a very young student figure of sorts to him, and not just because they appear rather young to me. I’ve never seen them as a couple given their interactions in the manga, and there’s also the fact that Sascha seems to be a literal teen.

Whilst Sascha’s age hasn’t been stated in canon and they could very well be an adult for all I know, which would be highly unlikely, them as a ship just isn’t for me. Ludger as their father/brother figure, though? That’s where it’s at.

• I’m mostly indifferent to Undertaker. I don’t know why, but I never paid him any special attention. Like, he do be kinda fit, but that’s about it.

• I don’t vibe with the fanon interpretation of Ronald as a player or fuckboy - and not only because I headcanon him as on the asexual spectrum. Even in the manga, he appears to be (quite a major) flirt at most - which can also be backed up by how he disappears.

• If Othello could talk to women, he’d be like a more toned-down Ronald when he’s interacting with them, but shyer too. But he can’t, lmao - he’s forgotten how to. Takes personal space and being respectful to them seriously, though.

Bi Othello is my fav headcanon for him. I can definitely see him with a woman as well as a man. And though he’s often absorbed in his work or Dispatch shenanigans and doesn’t think about girls (or guys) all that much, he definitely likes a pretty one as much as the next man.

• I don’t see William as a prick with all the emotional range of a teaspoon and little empathy whatsoever. Is he too harsh on himself and his subordinates? Yes. Can he be an asshole at times? Also yes.

But is he a terrible person with no redeeming qualities whatsoever and a rock in his chest where a heart would otherwise beat? No.

He seems like he’d be an overthinker and feel extremely strongly towards people and ideas both, but tries to suppress this as he thinks that he needs to. Not only to remain impartial for the sake of professionalism, but also because how men in general are socialised plus his tendency to withdraw when he’s overwhelmed mean it’s difficult to confront his emotions.

• I do not see Ludger as German William, but rather someone who’s similar to him yet incredibly different in a lot of ways. William is pensive, almost overly fastidious, and coldly professional. Meanwhile, Ludger is reserved, a tad rough around the edges, and focused - but he’s surprisingly patient and better with conflict than Will.

If I have more, that’ll call for another post!