#and I dislike how the cats are drawn

[colourstreakgryffin]

AS PROMISED I HAVE COME BACK WITH A REQUEST IN MIND. AND YES IT IS HUSK RELATED (≧∇≦)/

so you know how cats come to you immediately when you say 'pspspspsppspspsps'? yeah, that. but with husk (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و

look at the cute little miao miao with his popcorn ≧﹏≦

Big definitely doing this. Ommgg! That pic is so precious! Husk canonically hates his cat traits but not today, beloved! Anyway. Let’s get going and play around with Husk some more! Sorry, this is a bit short!

Husk- Pootie-Kitty

It’s so unbelievably cute… the soft purring, the fur ruffling

You respect the fact your boyfriend despises his current sinner’s cat traits and the cat anatomy he has but you can’t help yourself. You know you should and you know you shouldn’t do what he dislikes…

but then again, Husk is also not as mad about being cat-like at your hand as compared to any other person he knows trying to make him behave as the feline he is

“Husky! Husky! Pspspspspspspsp~!” After a few silent painful minutes of absolutely nothing whilst walking through the empty but colourful and magnificent hallways of the Hazbin Hotel, both yours and your boyfriend’s workplace, you decide to use the classic cat call to see if Husk will come out

Himself and his ‘owner’, Alastor had a big fight over being contracted to him and it caused Husk to hide away in pure utter rage and agitation and a pinch of fear over how bad the confrontation ended. Husk hasn’t come out from wherever he is for hours now. It’s already nighttime and you want to bring him to bed. You decided to let him have some time alone but it’s been way too long and it’s becoming concerning

He hasn’t given even a single bit of response to you, despite after you begun tinkling beer bottles, cooing out his name, offering him his favourite, snuggles. Everything that usually has Husk approaching you. He isn’t for it, just making your concern grow even stronger for him

He isn’t listening… so, you’re going to have pull out the big guns!

“Hussskyy~! Pspspspspspspsssppspsps! Come here, baby”

You aren’t sure where he came from or where he was but after a few more seconds, you paused in place in the middle of quite the long hallway in the redemption building and speaking out to literally the air. Husk came padding out from around the corner in a somewhat fast pace, his cute originally sharp thin black pupils of his nice glowing golden yellow eyes is now wide and rounded, his tall tip-fluffed ears drawn back like his big perked-up wings as if curious about what you’re going to do next

Just like a normal cat, Husk’s quickly padding over to you right after hearing the ‘psspspsps’ noises, as if a lightbulb was switched on. His hearing is quite strong, even at his human-technically elderly age, and whilst he could hear your voice from his little hiding spot clear as day

He didn’t want you to see him in his most weakest, vulnerable moment, out of shame, but right after he registered those sly little calls of yours, his cat instincts kicked in and he was walking out into the hallway against his wish. As soon as he stops before you, his conscious is back into control and his pupils shrink to ordinary narrowed thinner state

Even if Husk is annoyed when realising he just went full cat mode, he’s purring. You can hear the purring underneath his breath, he always purrs when you’re around and he purrs happily at seeing you again. His cute striped feather-tufted thin tail flicking a bit faster, almost on the verge of wagging

All of it is physical signs of how much he adores you and how deep in love he is with you. That, even whilst he despises having been courted into acting like a cat, though your intentions aren’t to embarrass him, he is most okay with you doing it

What is that you need to discuss? Is something going on? Is there snuggles involved?

“There you are, love. Is something wrong? I haven’t seen you since 1pm. I’m worried”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel characters #hazbin hotel husk #vivziepop hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #husk short story #husk #husk x reader #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin husker #husker x reader #cute short story #cute imagines #he really cute #cute boy being cute #cute fluff #fluff imagines #hazbin fluff #fluff #comfort #hazbin comfort #boyfriend #comforting our bf #precious boy #kitty cat #kitty behaviours #vivziepop

[whompthatsucker1981]

you said you think gay sex cats is the new duchamp's fountain. i dont disagree and i kinda see what you mean already but please elaborate

it was a silly and tongue in cheek way to say that a lot of people are getting mad about it in a way that implies reactionary views on art, and that there's no way to say gay sex cats isn't art that wouldn't also imply that the fountain isn't art. a funny meme image is a funny meme image, but it is also funny to overthink and recontextualize them as art.

and the reaction makes the comparison even more apt. neural net generated artworks are anonymized mass produced images, vast majority having no artistic pretension or meaningful content such as a thomas kinkade painting. gay sex cats was made with no intent to be art, but the discourse it has with audience reaction and its appropriation in derivative works make it so. why is gay sex cats not art if people talking about it negatively allow it to be called art? is art only things you find beautiful and valuable? if so, what is value and beauty, and how do you draw the line? if gay sex cats was still ai generated but had more "aesthetic qualities" would it be art? if someone copies the original image by hand with all its ai generated faults where is the value generated? does the original still have no merit of its own, even after appropriation as a digital ready-made?

but the main reason as to why gay sex cats is comparable to the fountain still is because it made a lot of people with bad takes on art really really mad. and that the pissed off tags wouldn't look out of place as reaction to modern art in the 1920s. art is a flat circle

EDIT: well. putting an addendum because in retrospect more people took either or both the op and image in face value and much more self serious than ever intended. a lot of people understood the tone i was getting at, and i still stand by the questionings i added on, but still for clarification. the original comparison is not serious. it's self evidently ridiculous to compare a meme image to a historically significant artwork, the comparison was only drawn because they were both controversial to an audience, who reacted denying their status as respectively as an image and as art, and that it was funny that the negative reaction people had to the original image explicitly denied its status as art, even if the meme never had pretension to be art, so it was funny to draw a comparison and iterate on that.

i did think it was valid to bring in questionings about art and meaning because that's the reaction i saw most and wanted to make people think about the whys, and that also i do not think it's valid to base your dislike on ai art on either grounds of questioning its position and value as artwork, or even as a question of ip theft. regular degular handmade art can be soulless, repetitive, thoughtless, derivative, unethical, open and blatant theft, and much more, and that does not make it any less of an artwork. neural nets are tools that generate images by statistic correlation through human input.

the unambiguous issue with neural nets in art is its use as a tool by capital, to threaten already underpaid and overworked working artists and to keep their labor hostage under threat of total automation. in hindsight i regretted not adding the paragraph above as it was a way in which people could either misinterpret or assume things about me, but hindsight is hindsight and there's no way to predict how posts would blow up. so shrugs. i had written more posts in my blog that elaborated on that because asks would bot stop coming. and i think my takeaway is that people will reblog anything with a funny image without reading the words around it, or even closely looking at the image.

#oobs im noticing some grammar error. common translating in my mind L #ai art discourse

[gracefireheart]

Once again, did some fanart of @lenny-link TF2 x SU AU, but tried making more fusions! :]

First one is Andalusite [Heavy + Medic] (who I've drawn before already), second one is Iolite [Cheavy + Medic], and the third one is Ametrine [Demoman + Soldier].

[Below the keep reading line, I'll show off the fourth fusion I drew as well, but ended up just-- disliking to hell and back o(-( Also, some notes and such about each fusion]

First off, here's the fourth fusion I did, which was Cat's Eye Tourmaline [Scout + Sniper]. (Side note: I picked out Tiger's Eye as Sniper's gem)

After looking at Steven's fusions with other gems (since Scout's a half-human half-gem in this AU fusing with Sniper who's a full gem), I did notice that basically all of them (besides Obsidian) had some kind of oddity to them. Like Smokey Quartz has three arms instead of four or just two, Rainbow 2.0 is the first gem with male pronouns and has a tad bit strange legs, and Sunstone isn't as humanoid as the other (non-corrupted) gems and fusions.

So I wanted to show that off here, but uh, I just ended up giving up on it in the end o(-( Mostly 'cause I had no clue how I wanted to color them based on the Cat's Eye Tourmaline gem, but also 'cause the overall design ended up leaned a bit more towards Sniper's design than I intended it to do.

Anyways, onto the notes for the other fusions.

Andalusite [Heavy + Medic]:

The duo that imo would probably fuse the most out of the TF2 crew, whether for battle or to just relax together (like reading a book or whatever). So with that, Heavy and Medic would have had plenty of time to refine how their fusion would look like, and making sure both of them like how they look together.

For their fusion weapon, I was thinking about them either having something like Garnet's upgraded gauntlets (the ones with spikes jutting out of it's knuckles), or letting the gauntlets have claws or something.

Iolite [Cheavy + Medic]:

I mostly did this one 'cause of one of the drawings in Lenny-Link's original piece, which made me thinking of Lapis and Jasper fusing into Malachite and all that, which lead me to this. I wanted the design to 1. Make it look chaotic due to the two people that are fused here, but also 2. Make it lean a tad more towards Cheavy's looks to make said guy think that he's the one mostly in control of the fusion, only to have Medic take over take over and do something to trap the fusion and/or get them the hell away from the TF2 crew. Something something angst idk lol

Decided to make Cheavy a [blue] Topaz. Since Heavy's a Topaz as well. I don't have any other reason than that :') Also, I placed his gem on the side of his right shoulder.

The eye goggles change color depending on who is in control. If the two weren't fighting for it, it would be one eye blue and one eye magenta. But since they are, whenever Cheavy's in control, the eyes are blue. And whenever Medic's in control, the eyes are magenta.

Ametrine [Demoman + Soldier]:

Originally, I was going to have them be a Morganite, but decided on Ametrine instead as it fit their color scheme more. Also originally, I was going to give them a knight helmet, but I wanted to draw their hair, so I instead gave them a bandana covering their possibly one eye. Possibly.

Assuming Soldier's helmet (with or without the horns) is Soldier's gem weapon like Jasper's helmet, I thought it would be neat if their fusion weapon [(horned) helmet + sword] would be something like a Morningstar, which they would be able to duel-wield without much trouble.

I've got other lil' ideas as well for this AU, like how Jeremy/Scout was the one that gave these gems their nicknames (Spy, Sniper, Engineer, etc.), how Medic grew a fascination for the organic lifeforms of Earth and how exactly they healed/was able to treat their wounds, and how- instead of Spy being all dead and gone Rose Quartz style when Jeremy was born- Spy is a lot weaker than he should be due Jeremy getting half of his gem. But uh-- I don't wanna go too overboard when this ain't even my AU :')

Either way, I'll probably go and relax a bit before drawing some regular TF2 stuff. But I might do some more fanart for this AU whenever I feel up for it. 'Cause genuinely, I love this AU sm <3

#“Oh. I probably won't draw anymore fusions 'cause it takes a lot of energy to design.” I said. like a liar. #my art #Team Fortress 2 #TF2 Fanart #TF2 Heavy #TF2 Medic #TF2 Cheavy #TF2 Demoman #TF2 Soldier

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

What I think is annoying with how critics are handled in universe they are painted as straw men, and that is SO bad when you are trying to prove your point in an argument. Instead of trying to see the other side, and look at your OWN argument with a critical eye, and trying to see the other side's point. Or they get "called out" for what they're doing or it's a comedic moment. Like, Monoma could have been an excellent character. Monoma calling out 1A's shit, and getting them to rethink their stances is an interesting idea. Like, what if one of them has a not so great moral idea, and Monoma calls that out. He can still act weird, but just to paint Monoma as basically 1B's strawman against Bakugo critics and just dumbshit he sees around him is just wow. Like when Kendo was telling Dekusquad a vantage point that 1B could have used to one up 1A, dude was literally right???????????????????? It's like those fan comics of character A defending character B while the one in the wrong is portrayed via a speech bubble or gray humanoid thing. But it's just in canon format. God, it's so annoying. Why do people only get called out via characters Horikoshi likes?

Oh 100% agree with this. Rather than actually try to engage with the arguments/criticisms the other side has, he loves painting them as straw-men and belittling them.

One big example is that furry fat cat guy who mentions that it’s over for Endeavor when Dabi revealed what he’s done. The dude’s drawn to be such a caricature of a stereotypical loser that we’re not supposed to take what he says seriously.

Neito’s another example. When he criticizes Katsuki he’s always painted in such an exaggerated light when doing so to the point no one’s supposed to take him seriously, and is always proven to be “wrong” despite being right in his dislike for Katsuki.

The journalists and civilians who criticize the heroes and U.A are seen as pests, vultures, ignorant, and people who believe/dish out straw-man accusations. As a journalist, this offends me. Yeah, there are journalists/companies that are vultures looking to push one side of the story, but to treat a profession that’s not only saved lives but uncovered corruption with such sustain makes the “good guy” look worse in comparison. In addition, despite Hori trying to paint them as in the wrong, all these journalists were asking the right questions and all the civilians had very rational thoughts about the heroes who’ve failed them. Rather than acknowledge these points, Hori has Shota or whoever’s his mouthpiece of the chapter make them look like idiots… even though it backfires and anyone with half a braincell can tell Hori’s arguments collapse when even slightly challenged.

When Rikido and Fumikage harp on Katsuki for not changing, it’s treated as a “haha funny” moment rather than an actual callout.

The prison guard who questions AFO about something and tells the man to actually give him an answer instead of the typical “AFO knows everything” is also treated as a gag despite that being a good criticism of AFO as a villain.

In conclusion, rather than meaningfully engaging with the arguments against his themes and story, Hori relies on painting critics as straw-men and cartoonishly stupid people to make a point. This would be fine if he was pointing out how dumb racists are or something along those lines, but when trying to convince us that the your side is right, this strat fails spectacularly against anyone with somewhat of a brain.

#mha critical #bnha critical #anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #anti bakugou katsuki

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for accidentally ostricizing a friend and getting annoyed over it?

Everyone involved is 16-18, I don't know specific ages.

I and a few other buddies have been fans of a series we'll call Dog Game, because I'm thinking about dogs. We've been fans for a few years now, and our friend group was primarily made about a year ago for Dog Game. Red, Orange, and Yellow are all part of this original friend group, and Orange has been friends with Green and Blue since childhood, along with Yellow.

I've been a big fan of a series we'll call Cat Game, for just as long as Dog Game. I introduced Orange to it, and she LOVED IT, much like I have. It's been a huge interest of mine, after all, and I recommend it to whoever shall listen (they usually like it, after all). Orange had told it to Green and Blue, and I talked to Red about it, so all of us but Yellow are really into this series now.

Yellow is pretty disliking of the series at a glance, and refuses to try it. They don't "have the attention span for it" and they have many issues with the concept of the game and of the characters that seem really nitpicky and like they were trying to make up excuses [saying stuff akin to "I don't want to play because all of these characters have the color purple on them a little bit and I don't like wearing purple" or "I don't like that all of them have different hairstyles" for example]. Me and Yellow have always had a strained relationship, so I was genuinely thinking they might be refusing to try it to get back at me for... something?

Recently, they asked how long it would take to finish the Cat Game series. I was ecstatic! But then they started talking about how our friend group had drawn away from Dog Game, and how it really upset them, and thought they should just watch Cat Game and be over with it. They started saying stuff like "I don't belong here" and when we tried telling Yellow that it was still for Dog Game and that we do have a specific Cat Game spot, they pointed out how we still end up talking about Cat Game in the main talking place. They say that no one in the friend group talks to them anymore [which is false, we talk with Yellow a lot especially me because I'm the only one awake with them frequently]. It kept on going back and forth like this ["It's not like we STOPPED liking Dog Game!" "You care about Cat Game first and foremost now!" "I'm the only one that cares about our Dog Game stuff anymore" "What? We still care, we just have more recent Cat Game ideas!"]

It was honestly annoying the hell out of me. It came off as unintentional guilt-tripping, and I did start getting upset at them. It really felt like they were trying to make us feel bad for being Cat Game fans, but nothing I said was worse than what Yellow had said [mainly just "you're putting words in our mouth, why would we stop caring about you just because we have more than one thing we're interested in", etc.] Orange is playing mediator, but me and Yellow are butting heads now and we aren't really talking anymore.

I don't really feel bad about it, but I do think it's a dumb issue that they brought up, and whether I'm more at fault or not for them getting upset.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[namorslutfanfiction]

Hi it’s me again! You asked me to send multiple asks so here I am! So how about a couple blurbs for Rafa? One with #4 and another with #30 from the prompt list? Thank you friend 💜💜

Hey hey. So this first one turned into a whole mammoth. So I'm going to post #4 as it's own fic. And will post #30 as a separate post. It will just be easier to add to my Masterlist.

Summary: It's your birthday and Rafa has a gift for you, after months of the two of you fighting like cats.

You could practically feel Rafa losing his mind across the crowded club. For months the both of you had been at each others throats. In private you would find yourselves down each others throats in angry hook ups. Your disdain and attraction was palpable to everyone who had to watch you fight like neighborhood cats over the weed that Miguel had you both cultivating. Outside of your tenuous relationship with Rafa, the rest of the boys respected you. To the rest of the men you were one of the boys, except tonight. Tonight you had let Sofia and her girls dress you up as an apology gift. And while you hated the rich bitch's guts, she had taste and an eye for slutty clothing. Impressive considering she didn't have the curves to fill them out, but you did.

The tight, low-cut, and back baring dress fit you like a glove and left little to the imagination. This was a stark contrast to your normal outfits of jeans, boots, and flannels. It wasn't that you couldn't dress up, it was that it was pointless in your field. You however knew that you cleaned up well, and from the wolf whistles that had filled the club from your fellow narcos, they knew it too. You were in the middle of the dancefloor being fed drinks and dancing with everyone who took your hand. With the work you did and the men you surrounded yourself with it was rare for you to immerse yourself in your feminine wiles. But today was your birthday and it was time to party.

You glanced across the room as you danced with Chapo who was being as protective as an older brother. You locked eyes with Rafa who was deftly ignoring Sofia who was perched on the couch next to him, failing to grab his attention. It had been easy to pull Rafa in your direction after Sofia's betrayal. It made you scoff in disgust when she came back begging for the curly haired man's forgiveness. But he treated her like a whore now, instead of some goddess.

When Amado took your hand and stole you away from Chapo you followed. You disliked Amado but you knew it would get a rise out of the other narco. Rafa was always his sexiest when he was angry. He was such a cocky, self absorbed bastard but he was great in bed and had gotten you hooked on his chaotic nature after that first explosive hook up.

It had happened after weeks of tension, bickering, and threatening to kill each other. A late night when you couldn't sleep so you had been in the field, smoking a blunt, and basking in the cold desert night.

"Brujita, what are you doing out here? It's dangerous for a woman to be out here at night," Rafa circled you, his gold glinting in the light of the moon. You scoffed and blew smoke at him. He was more calm than he usually was in your presence as he stepped up close to you, his chest nearly touching yours, "There are coyotes out here you know."

"Don't pretend like you care whether or not I get eaten by coyotes. If I did you'd probably throw a party," You smirked at the dark man, annoyed that your eyes were drawn to his lips. The heady smell of weed was thick now that you had nearly burnt your blunt to a nub. You took one more long drag before tossing the butt to the ground and grinding it into the dirt with your boot heel. "I'll leave your precious little field now, cabron. But remember it wouldn't have grown this fast or this quickly without me."

You turned, walking down the aisle of plants. You expected him to shout some insult at you but instead he came up behind you and wrapped his hand around your throat, pointing a gun to your temple. Rafa's back was pressed to your front as he dug the tip of the handgun into the side of your head, "Pinche perra. I should have killed you when you came looking for your traitor brother. We don't need you anymore. We have everything and the crop is bigger than anything you could have ever done on your own you arrogant whore."

You knew you surprised him when you laughed. Rafa's hand may have been at your throat but he wasn't restricting your air way. "Do it then, puto. Like I give a fuck."

Rafa pushed you away and you turned to face him. The high making you reckless. The memories of your brother on what would have been his birthday making you hysterical. You grabbed the gun's nozzle and pointed it at your chest, pressing it up against your skin. "Come on, Quintero. Pull the trigger. I'll say 'hi' to my brother for you."

Rafa raised an eyebrow, "You're crazy."

You were sweating and getting more frustrated by the second. He looked so fuckable with that stupid ass look on his face. You unbuttoned the last few buttons of your flannel and tossed it on the ground, leaving you in your bra and jeans. You didn't miss the way that Rafa looked at your full chest. His gun was lowered toward the ground now but you took the barrel once more and brought it up to your face. Looking him in the eye, you opened your mouth and licked the tip of the gun seductively. Rafa's irises blew out to the edges of his pupil.

You burst out laughing again as you pushed the gun off to the side and grabbed the Narco's gold chain and yanked him close so you could speak into his ear. "Before you kill me maybe we could have some fun. Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at me sometimes. I've thought about it too, hate fucking you after one of our fights. I'd love to choke you while I show you what a good fuck really is, because whatever you were doing with that skank Sophia was pathetic."

Rafa's hand found your throat again and pushed you up against one of the plants. You grinned at him, knowing that her betrayal was still fresh, even if Miguel had gotten him out of it as always. The narco was breathing hard, enraged, and pressed up close to you. You snaked your hand down his other arm, prying his gun from his hand and dropping it to the floor. The thump of it hitting the dirt was the only sound besides your heaving breaths and the rustle of leaves.

You guided Rafa's other hand to your throat, "You're too much of a pussy to fuck me so might as well kill me now and get it over with."

Pulling him even closer by his biceps as his hands wrapped around your throat, you rocked your hips against his, feeling his rage fueled hard on. His eyes flicked down to your lips then met your gaze. "Fucking bitch."

Rafa's whisper was lost as his lips crashed against yours. He caged you up against the plant as he bit and licked and sucked his way to your bra. He shoved it aside and suckled hard on your nipple, nipping at it as his hand undid your jeans. You were impatient. The high and turmoil had turned you on and left your panties wet. As much as you would have loved to make him kneel and eat your cunt you wanted to be filled.

You pushed him off and turned, pushing your jeans to your knees and bending over slightly. Rafa was ready behind you, the sound of his buckle being undone and his pants being pushed down was followed by the feel of him thrusting his cock into your wet pussy. You gasped at the sensation. Fuck he was bigger than you thought.

The tan man fisted your hair and pulled you back against his chest, while the other held your hip. He let out a litany of curses as he fucked you mercilessly. When he bit down on you throat you couldn't help but cry out loudly, clenching down on his cock. Your orgasm hit you like a train and sent you spasming. If he hadn't been holding you up so he could continue fucking you, your legs would have given out.

He lasted awhile longer and you taunted him the whole time. "That's right, pendejo. You may hate me but you like fucking me more don't you."

You reached back and turned, pulling his lips to yours. "Come on, Quintero, fuck me like you want me dead."

You were only able to kiss him for a moment before he pushed you to bend forward, your head in the plant, smelling strongly of weed, as he pounded into you. He held your shoulders as he thrust deep and hard. The angle and the sound of him panting, telling you that you were a bitch but you had a good pussy, sent you over the edge again. With another few thrusts Rafa filled you. When he pulled out you only took a moment to catch your breath before shrugging out of his hold. You dressed without looking at him or speaking a word then walked away.

You shook your head, bringing yourself back to the present. The music was loud and Amado was behind you, holding you too close. Your skin was just beginning to crawl when Rafa appeared before you. Without a word, Rafa wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you to stand behind him.

Amado laughed and raised his hands in a gesture of appeasement, "I was just having fun man. She didn't seem to mind."

Rafa growled, "Walk away."

Amado glanced at Rafa's hand that was wrapped around his gun, then nodded and made his way to another part of the dance floor.

"You're so jealous. It's like how you say you love me without saying it." You poked fun at the Narco who still had a firm grip on your wrist. Feeling good from the drinks and weed you impulsively pressed your body up against his side and hugged his arm between your bodies.

Rafa looked down at you, expression unreadable. "I'll kill you."

You giggled and then pulled him along, "Then fuck me like you want me dead. You know that's how I like it best."

His lips upturned the slightest bit as you led him to the back of the club and up some stairs. You glanced around and paused at the door, looking over the balcony. "Where's the rich bitch?"

Rafa pushed you up the last step and pushed the door open around you, the warmth of him enveloping your bare back as he whispered in your ear, "I sent her to get drinks. It's the only way I could get away from that witch."

Rafa pushed you gently into the room and kicked the door closed behind you. The floor to ceiling windows of the room were tinted so no one could see inside, but you could see the bustling party down below. It was invigorating knowing how close you were to so many people. Rafa was right behind you, his presence sending a pleasing shiver down your spine. You felt his strong arms wrap around your waist as he started kissing your neck, biting down on the sensitive flesh. You felt his hips moving against your own as he guided you to the couch and then threw you on to it.

His jeans were tented noticeably and you hated how damn good he looked. Menacing and sensual while he took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. He set his gun down on the coffee table as he knelt down over you. "It's annoying how horny I've been since you came in looking like this. Who knew you could look so fuckable?"

Rafa's hands travelled down your body. First pushing your hair out of the way and over your shoulder. His dark hand gripped your jaw to kiss you slowly and with tongue. Then he held you down by your neck with one hand while the other travelled down the deep v of your dress. His finger tips gliding down your sternum between your breasts. Before he pushed the fabric aside and exposed them to the cool air of the private room. He intentionally pinched your nipples hard before finding the short hem of your dress and pushing it up to your waist.

"Easy access, I thought it would be convenient," You moaned out, as he fondled your bare pussy, not a string of an undergarment in sight.

"Consider this your birthday present," Rafa whispered as he teased your clit. His lips found yours for a moment before he kissed down your neck, chest, belly, then knelt down and made a home between your thighs.

Your fingers immediately gripped his thick curls as his tongue glided through your wetness. You had thought he would fuck you quickly like all the other times but this was different, he was savoring it, savoring you. His tongue delved into your weeping hole and you cried out. Your nerve endings were exploding with pleasure. His grip on your thighs was so hard it was almost painful but you didn't doubt that the way you yanked at his hair was equally as uncomfortable.

You relinquished your tight grip on his hair to sit up and look down at him. His deep dark eyes looking up at you from between your legs, his curls bouncing slightly, and his nose bumping against your clit all while he tongue fucked you was more than you could bare. You came hard, moaning his name like he owned you just as the door burst open.

"Rafa!" Sofia was standing at the doorway, a drink in each hand, and a shocked expression on her face. You didn't care to react, still coming down from your orgasmic high. You turned your head to her direction while Rafa sat back on his heels.

"Put the drinks on the table and leave," Rafa barked at her.

Sofia looked like she might cry but also like she could kill him. She hesitated, making Rafa pick up his gun and point it at her. As he did so he pushed two fingers into your wet cunt making you gasp in surprise and pleasure. "You're interrupting her birthday present. So leave the drinks and get the fuck out of my sight. And don't you dare think about throwing them at her or I'll kill you where you stand, you arrogant bitch."

Sofia stomped forward and deposited the drinks on the table, making them spill slightly with the force at which she slammed them down. Rafa watched her turn and head for the door, all while fingering you and teasing your clit with his other hand. He called after her, "Close the door."

As soon as the door was latched, the narco grabbed one shot and threw it back. He took the other, taking it into his mouth and not swallowing. Rafa hovered over you, still working your pussy with one hand as he kissed your lips and fed you the shot with his mouth. The way he was consuming you, the way he had so viciously gotten rid of Sophia, and even the way he had gotten rid of Amado was overwhelming you. You needed his cock inside of you.

You pulled away from the kiss, breathy and moaning as his fingers played with you, "Gimme your cock, Rafa. I want the rest of my present."

"Fuck you like I want you dead, right?" Rafa grinned deviously. He latched his lips around one of your nipples, making you arch up against him. You heard his boots fall to the ground followed by his jeans. He sat up and swiftly pulled off your strappy heels. You couldn't help but admire his strong torso, tan skin, and his hard cock that he fisted in his hands.

The sight of his swollen tip and the dripping precum made you eager. Sitting up you simultaneously pushed him to sit back on the couch and threw your leg over his lap. Without a moment of hesitation you impaled yourself on his hard cock making the both of you groan in pleasure. Wasting no time you started to ride him, fingers threaded through his hair for leverage. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your rocking as the sounds of your fucking filled the room. The sounds of the club were muffled but the bass of the music was pounding in the walls.

You melted into the sensations. The feel of skin on skin. The wet slap of your hips slamming into his. The depth at which his cock delved inside of you. You captured his lips in a sloppy kiss before he took a turn to suck a mark into your neck, then the tops of your breasts. Your dress was crumpled at your waist, forgotten and useless.

Your orgasm came in a heavy wave of pleasure that had your hips stuttering. But Rafa held you close and rammed his hips upward, fucking you through your peak. He didn't stop when your spasming and clenching ceased. Instead he turned you down onto the couch, your sensitive nipples rubbing up against the fabric as he got on top of you. You bit the couch cushion preparing yourself for when he would stop running his fingers down your back, and cease his kisses on your shoulders. He guided his tip back to your pussy, his chest pressed against your back. Rafa thrust into your pussy from behind, his arms bracing himself above you.

He let out a laugh as he held your hip and then fisted your hair, nipping at your ear he whispered, "You're such a good little bitch when you want to be. Look at you taking me like the whore that you are. Loving it."

You chuckled between moans, turning your head so he could hear you, "Don't pretend you don't love how my pussy feels wrapped around you. Cum for me, Rafa. You said this was your present to me."

His pace quickened, making you cry out as you came again. But Rafa roared as he thrusted hard and deep three more times, spilling inside of you. He stilled, heaving breaths filling the room as he came down. He pulled out and flipped you over gently. Rafa pushed your hair off your sweaty forehead and kissed your cheek. He glanced down as he dipped his fingers between your legs. "You look your best with my cum dripping out of you."

You mewled as he glided a finger into your mess of a cunt and then pulled it out. Rafa brought it to your lips and you obediently took his finger into your mouth and licked it clean. He surprised you by kissing you deeply, tongues dancing against each other as your juices mingled.

When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled you half way on top of him, your leg draped over his and your head on his shoulder. Rafa sighed as you slowly succumb to post coital exhaustion. The tender kiss on your forehead surprised you. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was a soft whisper of "Happy Birthday, preciosa."

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Well that took a life of it's own.

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[crazyk-imagine]

Being Luffy's Stray (Version A)

After finishing this and editing it, I don't entirely find it cringey and I don't regret making the other version

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- Luffy found you asleep on the deck of his ship, he was happy to have a friend

- But then when he found himself needing to fight for his life in the Marines bar, that’s when he realized how cool you really were

- You shifted and everyone’s mood changed, whispers coming from every corner

“Who’s ready to rumble?” You purr, intimidating marines always gave you a sense of satisfaction.

“It’s the fearless shifting pirate.”

- You stand before Luffy and grab the man before he could get hurt, reminding him of someone he used to know

"Come on, kid."

"I'm not a kid." He pouts but follows after you

"You wouldn’t be a kid if you didn’t stop and pick a fight with everyone you meet."

"How'd you do that?" He asks, ignoring the question.

"How are you a rubber man?"

"I ate a devil fruit."

You raise a brow waiting for him to understand what you’re talking about. "And?"

"Oh. You ate one too."

You pat his shoulder, "now he gets it."

- Nami and Zoro had no idea who you were or what you do until you were dealing with Buggy

- He held you up by the back of your neck, laughing until he got a foot in his face

- You immediately turn and find your friend trapped in a glass case before running to him and start punching the glass as hard as you can, blood smearing across the front in the process from your knuckles

- You're pulled back by a floating hand. "What the hell?"

"What? You didn't realize I could- oh, right. You were still in your little burlap sack," and he laughs in your face

- You’ve never wanted to beat a clown before and you’re ready to start now

- Luckily, you’re able to him lock up in the random collection of unused treasure chests he had lying around

- Luffy immediately runs to you and hugs you

- You groan and stand still, patting him on his back every few seconds

- He steps back from you and you two stare at Nami and Zoro

- They have no idea what’s happened and are naturally, confused

"What was that?"

"A magic trick, what do you think, Orangie?"

She narrows her eyes at you

"Keep staring at me like that and I might cough up a hairball."

Nami shutters, "gross."

You smirk, "yep so, don't mess with me." Your tail flicks. "I play dirty."

Zoro raises a brow, "weren’t you gonna jump in sooner?"

You shrug, "I don't know. The clown literally threw me in a sack. He's lucky I didn't scratch an eye out."

- Finding a new ship was... annoying to say the least

- You're just happy none of your crew got injured too badly

- Luffy's happy you weren’t awake for the battle, otherwise it would have been a real catfight (he got a chuckle out of everyone but you when he made the joke)

- Usopp freaked out the first time he saw you turn

- Your ears flicked as you chuckled at him

- He always makes sure to have someone near him when he sees you

- His fear makes you feel a little bad but then you get over it when he plays with you (his slingshot also makes for a great exercise, what can you say)

- You scare him but annoy Zoro more than anything

- You cackle every time he sees you because of how much he dislikes cats (more so after dealing with Klahadore)

- You don't blame him, Klahadore has always been a pain along with his sidekicks

- Now you don't know how you got to the restaurant but you're happy Luffy grabbed you (this time) before walking in

- You woke up just before your waiter exited the kitchen, or more like, you were startled awake because the idiot you call a captain dropped you

- You shifted in time to land on your ass and narrow your eyes at him, ears drawn back as if you'll attack

- The captain boops your nose and you don't attack him, deciding to give him dirty looks instead

"Was that really necessary?"

"You got a problem with me, Orangie?"

"Yes. If you're not going to act like a civilized person, you're going back on the ship."

"Make me," you hiss

"I'm dealing with children," she mumbles.

- The commotion from the table closest to the kitchen hurts your ears, you lower your head and cover them, praying for someone to stop it all

"Welcome to the shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambiance is the food. My name is Sanji, what can I get you?"

- You sigh at the sound of the waiter’s voice, finding it pleasant

- Usopp orders drinks while Luffy wants one of everything

"And for the madam?"

"Water."

"And would the madam like stilled, sparkling, mineral? With ice or without? Cubed or crushed?"

"Just regular water in a regular glass," Nami immediately stops his flirting.

"And a milk," Luffy turns to you (whose dying with all the sounds). "Make it two."

- When Luffy made the dumbest mistake of trying to do an IOU for the bill, you decided to not leave and wandered by his side as he did the dishes

- The chef stares at you as wander around the kitchen, he grabs a piece of meat and starts cutting it, holding out the first piece out for you to take

- You slip through Luffy's legs and slowly walk towards the blond, sniffing the fish as if he was going to poison you

"What are you doing here?"

You narrow your eyes to him.

"You speak to it as if you know the cat?"

"Who says I don't?"

The chef raises a brow at the rubber man's odd behavior.

- You sit by his feet, tail flicking against his shoe as a sign of contentment which Luffy knows you only do with the crew

- You hiss at him periodically, especially when he flicks water at you when you meow at the chef for more food

- The real kicker was when Arlong and his fishmen came, now that's when you impressed the blond

- You jumped into action when Luffy was pushed away, crashing into a table, you shifted mid-air and kicked him in his abdomen

"Nobody messes with him but me."

"Oh? And, what's a little kitten like yourself doing here?" He chuckles, "you gonna cough up a hairball?"

"Worse."

- You don't know when you got separated but by the time you made sure Sanji and Usopp were okay, you ran outside to see his body land in the water

- You’re pulled back by the storyteller before you could throw yourself into the water which would essentially make the situation worse

- Sanji pants watching Usopp help the captain

- You walk back to the ship with your tail tucked between your legs, not letting anyone find you because you hid in a barrel

- Everyone was worried especially since you were down a few crew members

- The only reason you were found was because you were panicking as you tried to get out

- Sanji found you and you launched yourself onto him (in cat form of course)

- He cooed at you and pet the special spot on your head which eased you into a calmer state

"It's going to be okay." He holds you closer to his chest. "Now, let's go inside and find you something to eat. It's dark out."

- He didn't let you out of his sight until Zoro woke up

- The green haired man never thought he'd like cats as much as he did after that

- The fight between Arlong's fishmen and the crew was intense, although the guys and Nami had everything handled

- There was just one fishman who decided to mess with you

- And it all started when you got in your cat headspace and stared into the pond

- He popped up and you swatted his nose which pissed him off, so he held you up by your scruff

- You manage to escape and claw him, whining as he chucks you across the way, shifting in time to kick the fishman off Sanji

"Thanks." He smiles at you.

You flip away as Zoro involves himself, trying to use his katana to do some damage.

- After defeating all of them and getting a hug from Nami (expect for the now depressed chef), you all watch as Luffy rises from the ashes of the collapsed building

- You don’t have the energy to shift back into a cat and lay in a tree, listening to everyone enjoying themselves now that the battle is over

- Until Luffy had to deal with his grandpa

- Then you all shifted into high gear when Luffy showed you his second most favorite thing ever, his wanted poster which only left the Straw Hat crew with one option, leave before the marines could catch you

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #straw hat pirates #straw hat crew #straw hats x reader #straw hats x you #straw hats crew x reader #straw hats crew x you #one piece live action x reader #one piece live action x you #crazyk-imagine

[utilitycaster]

Fjord

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

2. Favorite thing: so much, but I particularly like how good and effective he is at herding the cats of the Mighty Nein. There are many reasons why they bonded so tightly, but a factor was that Fjord early on was insistent that they figure out ways to work together. You can tell how carefully his backstory was constructed; part of why Sabian and Vandran are such beloved figures despite almost no screentime is because you can get such a clear an outline of them from Fjord’s behaviors and discussions that is honestly more thorough than that of some fully introduced NPCs. Getting back to the original point, you can tell from early on that this is someone accustomed to team dynamics under pressure (ie, a sailor). In general, everything we learned about Fjord, as it was revealed, made me go “ohhhhhhh yeah that makes sense,” which is in my opinion the sign of incredibly skilled storytelling and character building.

3. This is tough; this is a character I truly love and I am always team “this person’s flaws are an important part and erasing them means you do not fucking get it," so like, I am in favor of his perfectionism and control issues and closed-off-ness and in case it's not clear from my Midst blogging and which characters I'm drawn to there, nor my enjoyment of Vex, a particular vibe of which he is one of the best examples. I also, admittedly, am defensive because while people watching C2 now without all the fandom discourse of C2 tend to enjoy him, he got done rather dirty by the fandom and was the recipient of basically every single thing I dislike that fandoms do (he is not alone; Keyleth got this with the added complication of rampant misogyny, and Veth got shades of this too, and all have similarly been received much better by people watching without fandom influence). So, for example, while I would love to have seen more of his backstory in-game, I am hesitant to say that because, well, ever notice how Caduceus was sidelined by the party and we didn't explore his past but Fjord avoided his backstory? Ever notice how Caleb's asshole behaviors are because of trauma but Fjord (grew up in a Dickensian orphanage, bullied over his race to the point of willing self-harm from a young age, betrayed, stabbed, and left to drown at which point he was forced into a warlock pact he didn't remember) is just an asshole? (I'm saying this as someone who very much likes Caduceus and Caleb, but this was blatant from the fandom, and pretty constant too.) So to be clear I think he has plenty of flaws, as a complex character, but I do not dislike those flaws as canonical aspects of him.

Anyway. The joke but also kind of true answer is, as Laura herself pointed out, why did he wait 7 entire years to propose to Jester.

25. I liked him from the start but Beau was actually my favorite in early C2! I liked the top table (and what faint impressions I had of Yasha) from the start, but Fjord had the Percy and Vex trait of "guy who can act normal in a social situation when no one else can" for the first stretch of the campaign, which meant he was high up there but didn't move up in my estimation until he started to reveal how civilizedly (not a real word, but vitally important as a modifier here for a number of reasons) unhinged and insecure he was.

#answered #Anonymous #there's like...a list of Reasons Why I Decided To Pick Up The Spiked Bat In C3 #and the way the fandom treated fjord in C2 is like half of it #cr tag #character ask meme #cr discourse #i suspect this got discourse-y enough to warrant this in the middle

[roamingtigress]

Y'know how cats are often drawn to people don't like them? Well, Dutch is a bit cat-coded, isn't he? I could see him drawn to his dislikers and he'd do things like knock over their glass of drink on the table, and then sits in their lap and gives a head boop. And demands pets.

Congratulations, you've adopted a cat.

#Expect him to wake you up at 3:45 for feeding time where he'll eat just the the middle part of the food on the plate. #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #van der linde gang #dutch van der linde headcanons #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 community #red dead redemption 2 community #rdr2 dutch

[erenaeoth]

As your last reply made me curious more about Albert Wesker, how about another question, lemme think... the ☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon please :P

Always pleased to answer more Wesker hcs!

☯ - Likes/Dislikes Headcanon

Likes

Wesker likes, above all, being recognised as superior to others. He loves power, he loves control, he loves games and scenarios that challenge and interest him, he loves the problem solving of cutting edge virology research, he loves cat-and-mouse games with people who fascinate him. He likes when people are useful to him, and when people assume things of him that he gets to shatter their perception over. He adores the drama of revealing his machinations to the chosen few that interest him, especially Chris. He likes his plans coming to fruition, but a significant part of the thrill is having an audience to see it happen, and Wesker is drawn time and again to Chris, to show off what he's become and what he can do.

In terms of material delights, I think there are small pleasures Wesker enjoys, but everything bores him quickly. He needs people because interacting with them or across from them changes up the variables in ways that can captivate his interest. In S.T.A.R.S. era at least, I headcanon him enjoying some fine dining, having taught himself to cook by very strictly following recipe books. He will read literature, and enjoys staying up-to-date with a number of academic fields in both the sciences and humanities.

And he likes two people: William Birkin and Chris Redfield. But he likes them in a Wesker way, which doesn't really look like how you and I would consider liking someone. He respects William and will trust him, which is a big thing for Wesker. He obsesses over Chris, and needs him to witness his accomplishments and play a kind of other half on the opposite side of the stage to him.

Dislikes

Wesker's greatest dislike is being manipulated and feeling like a situation is outside of his control. In these circumstances, particularly if he feels threatened, he'll loose his cool and charming shell and go into a towering rage. He needs to reassert control immediately or he'll feel like the world is crumbling around him. He also dislikes having to pay lipservice to a chain of command, since he sincerly believes himself to be everyone's better. He'll toe the line in front of authority figures if it serves him and he has to for his plans to progress, but he'll build up a bitter resentment toward those who made him do so, so this goes especially for Brian Irons, Sergei Vladimir, and of course Spencer.

I headcanon, like I think many do, that he dislikes bright light since an eye sensitivity will often bring on a migraine. So he dislikes taking his sunglasses off for this reason too.

He also dislikes people meddling in what he considers to be his. Whether that be plans, projects, or people. Whilst he is using you, you are his, and he will extend a degree of protection to you as his asset. This goes for S.T.A.R.S. and for his people subsequently too, like Ada.

As for other dislikes: Chris smoking, Chris being untidy, Chris's consumption of fast food and cheap beer, Chris being stubborn and talking back at him, Chris not liking his cool science projects.

#thank you for the ask i love thinking about him #albert wesker #headcanon meme #asks #resident evil #re thoughts

[raptorsaurusmelain]

Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 20

Tonight I am going to an all-you-can-eat chinese buffet, I can't wait !

I wrote everything on my phone so I hope it will be coherent...

Warning : no proof reading, English is not my mother tongue.

TRIGGER WARNING : on the last paragraph, there is mention of medication.

If you are interested in reading this fic, the tag "#twst lmsyy" will give you all the chapters.

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The buzzing had changed ever since she gave Trein the photograph. It had become something like a faint whisper. She disliked this very much.

Each time she thought someone was vaguely speaking to her, so she turned around and no one was there. She began to be quite unfocused on her work. Thanks to the Great Seven, she had 'unlimited' time to do them… Even with all this time, she needed to hurry because the Magift tournament was the day after. She spent her whole week making the stadium shiny for the guests.

She finished repairing the sinks in the ladies room when the sun was setting. She needed sleep. A lot of sleep. But sleep would be on Sunday sadly. She needed to see the babies performance. She would also finish her Giktok about Cynthia's magic remover.

She dragged herself to the dorm. [Do not set a bad example and don't go to sleep before dinner…]

She made some lasagna for tonight. The children loved it.

Yuu spoke with their mouth full. "Can't wait for tomorrow !"

Victoria arched an eyebrow. "Don't speak with your mouth full. It is impolite. What is happening tomorrow?"

Yuu gluped their food while the cat answered her. "We will catch the bad guys and do a Magift match !! They are going to see how awesome we are !"

Yuu continued. "Our plan is idiot proof ! No way we will fail !"

Victoria sighed. "I don’t want anyone to be hurt, ok ?"

Yuu and Grim nodded. "Of course !"

[I should prepare the first aid kit for the overblot aftermath…]

That evening, the woman hurried the children to their room -again- to put the second layer of remover. Like the day before, she ventilated the room while putting the product. She read some alchemy books before closing the blinds. The whispers made reading too complicated because she wasn’t focused. She read the same sentence 10 times before quitting.

She went to bed, hoping for a good night of sleep.

She opened her eyes after multiple hours thinking that it was going to be another sleepless night like when she was in her thesis.

She was… in front of a tower. A small yellow tower. As if she was possessed, she knocked on the door.

A man opened it. He was old, a long gray beard, big grey eyebrows and a full blue gown-pointy hat combo.

"You're…  Yen Sid ?" She asked in her trance.

Before he could answer anything, she sank to the ground, waking up in reality.

She was sweaty. Like when you had a vivid nightmare. She looked at the clock. 5:00 a.m.

She got out of her bed. She needed a bath to relax and think about what she just lived.

While the bath was drawn-out, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was glued to her face due to the sweat. She had humongous dark circles too. She would need makeup to cover them…

She got inside the warm water. "Aaaaah… I just need some bath bombs and it would be perfect. Maybe Sam has some ? He has everything…"

[I am pretty sure I dreamt about Yen Sid. He has quite the appearance after all. Am I having those dreams like when Yuu met with Mickey ? Am I the chosen one ??? Will I get a keyboard too ? Crowley has one after all, why not me ? … Oh yeah, because I am a coward. I can't do sh*t except what's on WeTube.] She laid lower in the bath. [Maybe I am a heart princess ?] The thought made her laugh. [Yeah what a princess I am. Unable to distinguish what's real and what's not…]

When it was 7:00 a.m. she got out of her bath tube. She wasn't aware her bath was this long. She turn around the furniture to find a strange pipe with a 'be careful, hot' warning on the box next to it. Was this… a mana heater ? 

So she had an old dorm but it was full of old mana furniture? She could open a museum here !!

…. Maybe as her last way to earn money ? -As if she needed more-.

She decided to be classy for once and put on a tea length skater dress. It was black with a red underlining, peeking out the bottom of the dress. She searched high and low in the leather suitcase and got some derbies out of it. They were her favorites: black and white like in Tiger and Bunny.

She also put a LOT of makeup on to hide her dark circles. She did a red and gold halo makeup. It would change from everyone cut crease eyeshadow!

Before she got out of her room, she took her pills, adding a bit more of antipsychotic to the mix. On her prescription it was written 1.5 to 2 pills, so she should be alright…

Tag : @boba-tea-fish @hipsterteller

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst lmsyy #twst fanfic #twst yuu #twst grim

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hey, I can see you're busy, but I know you like to see our OCs and I finally have two of them finished, at least their profiles. I don't have any sketches of the sort yet. Anyway, I'll send them seperately bc, as I said before, they are pretty damn long and I was not sure in the slightest what to cut out. I had a lot of revamping to do since I started these years ago and now that season 1 is out and done, changes needed to be made XD. Anyway, here's the first one and I'll send the second one shortly. Changes may be made in the future, but this is in fact the bare bones of the character and I'm quite proud of it :D.

Name: Jeanette “Jean” Sawyer

Gender: Female Born in: 1956 Died in: 1973 (age 17)

Cause of Death: Suicide/Hypothermia Height: 5’2 (alive), 5’10 (current)

Appearance:  pale blue skin; black hair with white frosted tips on the end; eyes with icy blue sclera and a white iris; body type on the slender side, inverted triangle body type; forearms are larger than normal with white scars going down the length; often seen wearing warm clothes and arm warmers Species: Sinner Nickname/s: Jean, Jeannie, Shrimp, Kid, Kiddo, Shortstack, Toots Likes: cooking, skating, milkshakes with french fries, mini golf, listening to music, watching movies, carnivals, singing, dancing, trying new things, board games, cats, people watching, anything soft and warm, stargazing, camping Dislikes: the Vees (Vox and Valentino in particular), the cold, the dark, her arms, pineapples, most electronics, being the center of attention Sexuality: Lesbian Sins: Suicide Job: Hazbin Hotel Patron Background: It is difficult to get a grasp on what kind of person Jean is at first glance considering how much distance she puts between herself and others. In life and in death, stability was a luxury that Jean never truly had, making it difficult to open up to others, let alone fully trust another person. The only trustworthy constant in her life was her hardworking mother, whom she always looked to as a role model, confidant, and caretaker. 

Life was rather difficult, but both felt that having each other was all they needed. One day, Jean’s mother died, leaving her with nobody to care for her. For two years after, Jean was passed around in foster homes where she was beaten, scolded, and (the final nail in the coffin) had a foster parent attempt to sexually assault her. In a flash of panic, she killed her would-be rapist and she couldn’t help but fall into despair, deciding to take her own life after fleeing the current foster home in the middle of a blizzard. 

Upon entering hell, Jean was more confused and helpless than ever. Once her first extermination came around, her mother found her and brought her to safety where they would essentially live life from where they left off. Jean rarely went out on her own with the fear of the sinners often leaving her frightened for herself and her mother who often left to provide for them both. At a sudden point, her mother seemed to vanish for a few days before returning to her. Things seemed to change after that. It seemed her mother was bringing in more money than ever before, leaving them much better off; however, many things felt off as well. For one thing, her mother seemed to be more on edge. She also wouldn’t allow any electronics other than what she tinkered with and any time Jean ever went out, she never went alone. Then one day, her mother never came home and couldn’t be contacted. Concerned for her mother’s wellbeing, she searched for any leads and she found one in her work-related files:  a business card belonging to VoxTek. 

Upon entering Vee Tower to inquire about her mother’s whereabouts, she was swiftly intercepted by Vox himself. He told her she was indeed in the building devoting herself to a new project he put her on and offered her a tour as the daughter of one of his ‘top employees.’ She hesitantly accepted, wanting to heed the warning her mother gave of interacting with strangers yet drawn into the shiny new world she had just entered. Jean had never seen technology so advanced before and began to wonder why her mother never showed any of it if she indeed worked there. The answer became all too clear once two people inserted themselves into the situation:  her mother, who found out she was there and rushed to protect her, and Valentino, who spotted the young sinner with no master and was drawn in immediately.

One thing led to another and, upon Valentino harming Jean, her mother incapacitated both of the overlords in order for Jean to escape. Unfortunately, her mother was not so lucky.  For ten years going forward, Jean lived in hiding and fought to survive on the meager resources her mother stashed away and what little she could receive from her via care packages. Jean often read the hand-written notes her mother included with them in order to feel close considering the danger of meeting with each other in person. Even from a distance, her mother always relayed the same message, which was also the last words she ever heard from her mother:  ‘Keep your soul. Don’t trust these dealmakers.’ 

After some time, Jean accidentally trespassed onto the turf of a mysterious entity (at least as far as the other residents of Hell save for a few were concerned). She was quick to find out the entity’s true identity:  a powerful sinner named Sibelle, a girl around her age that perished centuries ago for witchcraft. She allowed Jean to stay in her territory and over time, the two grew extremely close even to the point of Sibelle wanting to make a deal. Jean was quick to try and decline until she heard the terms of the deal:  Sibelle was offering her soul and in exchange, Jean was free to summon her and use her power so long as it wasn’t for selfish reasons. In the former’s eyes, the latter would be able to call on her should she need help while she was outside the territory. As Sibelle would explain, her power is prone to force her into violent rampages and she had been in search of someone she had full trust in to form a soul contract with in order to keep her in control. After a while of asking, Jean had been worn down and accepted the deal. Not long after, Jean had decided to move on despite Sibelle’s protests and pleads to stay for her safety. However, she was sure that she couldn’t stay forever as she was now determined to find a way to free her mother from her contract with Vox.

One day, Jean encountered Charlie and Vaggie as they were recruiting patrons for the hotel. Charlie was more than eager to drag her along and talk Jean’s ear off about her idea and, with the short amount of time they had known each other, that she’s positive that she had an excellent chance at redemption. Mainly because of curiosity, hope and really having little else to do, Jean accepted and moved into the hotel to see she was one of two patrons. Once Alastor and his crew enter the picture, she does feel her walls coming down and finally confides in Angel Dust about her past, feeling he would understand considering their connection with Valentino. In Angel’s words, if Valentino ever found out she was there, it wouldn’t be from him.

Outside of redemption exercises, Jean can be seen throughout the hotel interaction with the other residents doing a number of things such as:  playing cards with Husk, babysitting Fat Nuggets, and being Alastor’s unwilling little helper. She would grow especially close with Angel Dust and Husk, growing to see them as an older brother and father figure respectively. Personality: As previously stated, Jean faces some serious trust issues due to lack of stability in her life and (the very obvious) trauma inflicted on her by those she was told she could trust. It would take a great deal of work and time to break her walls down, which is honestly what she is hoping to find (basically, too afraid to initiate steps to build trust and needs others to take the first step…s). She’s quiet, almost to the point she sneaks up on people and spooking them with no intention to do so. Many initially found it creepy save for Alastor, who found the startled reactions to be quite amusing. 

Despite this, the persona Jean puts on in front of others is one she copies from her mother:  a no-nonsense spitfire that refuses to submit to anyone. Of course, it is merely a front she copies as she’s seen her mother use in order to deal with the more threatening individuals. Dying at the age she did, Jean did find it easy to be rebellious though it clearly proved to be her downfall many times. Although her age makes her more prone to naivety and recklessness, it does allow Jean to remain open to new ideas (hence willing to try redemption) and not become set in her ways like a lot of adults tend to do with age. Unfortunately, this also means that Jean’s younger mind isn’t able to handle emotions and stress as well as an adult would, making her prone to emotional outbursts and meltdowns. 

Habits & Quirks: 

Jean wears arm warmers constantly even if she is wearing long sleeves

Is a quiet person to the point where she ends up sneaking up on people

Is always cold, most likely due to dying partially to hypothermia; strangely the intensity of how cold she feels depends on her mood

Has a terrible sense of direction. One of the very few reasons she owns a smartphone is for the GPS. It’s also why she studied astronomy when she was alive in order to read the stars for direction.

Trivia:

Jean has a baby face, making her look younger than she actually is. It’s especially amusing when Charlie practically exclaims “not in front of the baby!” or “she’s just a baby!”  while covering Jean’s eyes and/or ears. It can be quite embarrassing yet she can’t help but feel slightly flattered. But mostly frustrated and embarrassed.

Jean gives nicknames to all her friends and family, using them in her journal and as their contact name in her phone. She rarely addresses them with these names in real life, but likes to do so on occasion

Charlie:  Princess Bedhead 👑🥱

Vaggie:  The Warden ⚔️

Husk: ♣️King of Clubs♣️ (AKA ♥️Dad♥️)

Jean is seen to be very sentimental. Considering how little she had in life, it made sense to her to place value in the very few things she did possess. Her most prized possession is a photograph she managed to hold onto as she died of her and her mother at their local state fair. 

Since the confrontation with Vox, Jean had developed an aversion to most electronics, even the ones not developed by VoxTek. She still gets anxiety any time she has to pass by any screen.

STOP WHY CAN I PICTURE HER AND FAT NUGGETS CUDDLING I CAN'T-

#THE AMOUNT OF LOVE #AND THOUGHT YOU #PUT INTO HER #AMAZING #I'M JEALOUS #NEVER STOP

[white-poppie]

Fairytale

Character pairing: S. Ryomen x Gn! reader  Genre: Fluff to Angst  Rating: 11+ Warnings: death, crying, implicit mentions of sex, gore, mentions of prostitution and human sacrifice 

Song recommendation: Fairytale by Alexander Rybak 

Vocabulary:

 Kagami: Mirror||  Hitobashira: Human Sacrifice|| Onsen: Hot spring || Seinaru mizu: Holy Water

(I altered it up a bit more for the sake of this fic, please note that I am not appropriating any culture or mocking it. It is in fact a fic set in ancient Japan therefore I included some elements from Japanese culture for authenticity.)

Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)

The king of curses received many human offerings every year. Quivering and pathetic humans, agreeing to whatever he wants. He keeps them until they satiate his needs and then he simply kills them. He get bored of them, very easily.

Meek little preys closing their eyes like pigeons in front of cats, having no will or resistance.

What was different about you? You were a prisoner of war, brought from far lands, a delicacy for only the best. Like gods are offered cattle, the king of curses gets humans.

You were a starved little thing, grimy skin was scrubbed by the same people who had held you captive, making you look presentable as an offering, how atrocious.

Your calves were kicked as you force-kneeled in front of him, an unamused look was etched onto his face. You were as good as a Hitobashira, except in this case this was for no god, it was for a being far too sinister.

As soon as the others left so you could get some ‘privacy’, you took out the ornament in your hair, aiming in directly at your throat.

“Oh, what do you we have here?” he muttered through his thick pronunciation, using words that were not even used anymore. He was old,  far older than you could imagine.

“Let me rest in peace,” you whispered.

“Why so, little one?”

“I have seen the face of war, too much death in one life-time, I am tired; I know you would kill me after using me, why not just end it now? At least I won’t have to bow to the monster who’s hands are stained with the blood of my people.”

 He chucked and grabbed your wrist in an instance, “looks like I will be keeping you for a while.”

The first time Sukuna was drawn towards you, it was out of preference.

You had found berries from the wild and ran towards him holding a few in your tiny palms. “What’s this?” He asked, scowling.

You gulped in fear realizing how inappropriate that was of you, “m-my king...I must have been out o..of my mind t..to have disturbed you fo..for such a trivial matter.”

“No, I am asking you just got me these many?”

You whipped your head up at him, “p-pardon?”

He extended his much larger palm, gesturing to hand him the berries, you slowly slide them on his, it was scary how the berries you were struggling to carry in two hand, fit in his one hand. He popped one berry into his mouth, relishing the taste.

“Next time take a basket, remember this, I have quite the liking for berries.”

The second time Sukuna was drawn towards you, it was out of jester.

Another curse had a talk with Sukuna, you were sitting in his shrine, reading through some scriptures, while also attending to his needs, you disliked the job.

His eyes suddenly fell at you, licking his lips he spoke, “my lord, why must you keep such a low ranked courtesan for yourself, I can bring some very high level prostitutes for you, and perhaps you can give this one...to me, I will find a good use for them.”

Sukuna scrunched his eyebrows, “I am content with them besides theyare not a Yūjo, they is more of an errand runner.”

He clicked his tongue, “such a shame, they might not be the prettiest, but the brothels could use them, vixens are of the highest value.”

He walked towards you, snatching the scriptures from you, “you are quite ugly from up close.”

“You must be looking at a kagami,” you said with a kind smile. Sukuna chortled at your ministration.

The curse growled at you and tugged at your hair harshly, you tried to claw his hand, but you were no sorcerer. 

In the next few seconds, Sukuna had the curse’s arm severed, “How dare you touch my things, you pitiful curse!” 

“Walk in shame now, show the entire country that you had your armed severed for touching what belonged to the king of curses!”

The third time Sukuna knew he was drawn towards you, it was because of your courage.

Sukuna was cruel, but not wicked. He knew that humans make mistakes and learn from them, he used to let go of his servants with a quick warning when they made a mistake once or twice, but third time?

You should be on your knees begging for mercy if you had made the same mistake thrice in front of the king of curses.

Sukuna needed his baths warm. As warm as an Onsen’s water, nothing more, nothing less,

“Your highness, please forgive me! This is the last time! I would never let this happen again!” The old woman pleaded, tears forming like pearls in her eyes.

Sukuna had cursed energy radiating from him, the sensation was so heavy that it could make the vapour in air to rain.

Before you could think you were kneeling in front of him, “Your grace, it is my fault to not have supervised the bath, I am as guilty as her, besides she is growing old, her skin is loosing her touch, I will make sure this never happens; I beg you, let go of her.”

“I am not sure if you are brave or just stupid, do wish to die?”

You kept quiet shivering in fear.

“Answer me!” his voice boomed through the shrine.

“No your highness, but I don’t want her to die either. I would much rather die than someone who’s only fault is aging with time.”

Sukuna growled and picked you up from your collar, a mere leaf trembling in wind for him. It was the first time he saw a mortal defending another in a clearly disadvantageous situation. What peculiar creatures, humans truly were!

“I expect my baths to warmer this time, brat.”

The first time Sukuna was starting to being ‘attracted’ towards you, it was because of your gentleness.

The way your eyes would sparkle when you looked at the little doe in front of you. Letting it nudge your face with it’s nose. White spots on its brown back. Sukuna could see two innocent little preys.

He lay in a large daisy field, basking in the sunlight. You sat beside him and worked on making a flower crown.

“You have been working on this for a while now, what are you making?”

“Oh-its a flower crown your grace!” you giggled and wrapped the last flower around. 

You looked at him, questiongly, not wanting to do anything that might upset him. He nodded.

You leaned in and placed the crown on his head, “a crown truly befitting the king of curses!”

Sukuna swore he could have felt his cold heart beat in eons, the icy and  scabbarded thing he thought was incapable of experiencing human emotions.

The second time Sukuna was starting to being ‘attracted’ towards you, it was because you were not afraid of him.

Sukuna stumbled in his shrine, body littered with cuts. He had turned into his true form for a war, the four-armed, two faced demon. Ginormous in size and the brute strength that followed.

“Sukuna-san?” you whispered shakily. He was sure that you would run away now, call him a monster, that would just give him all more reasons to paint the walls of his shrine with human blood again.

“You...are-” say it Y/N, go on, “-hurt!” You scampered out of the room, making him freeze. Had you run away?

You came back with some clean cloth and bowl of water and mortar and pestle.

He sat back on his throne. You leaned down and took his hand in yours, carefully cleaning the cut.

“You are not scared of me?” he couldn’t help but ask.

“I am scared of you, but not because of your form, rather it is due to your poweress. I am as scared of you now as I am when you are in your vessel.”

Sukuna realized that he doesn’t have to hide his true form in front of you then.

The third time Sukuna knew he was attracted towards you was due to lust.

Lust wasn’t a feeling the king of curses had ever felt. Broken mortals seeking refuge in his arms, only for him to break them even more and then dispose them when he got bored. He never felt this infatuation before.

Sukuna was aware that he was taller, bulkier and far greater than any other human. It never really affected him, until he realized how...petite you are as compared to him.

The way his single hand was bigger than your face itself. Oh how delicate! He swore he felt something predatorial in him swirl. 

He wanted to keep yourself just for him, protect your innocent and pure soul from the outside world. 

He wanted to worship you, build temples on your body with the caverns of his mouth;  to make sure both of you were equally drowned in pleasure.  He wanted to carve a permanent seat for you, under him. He wanted to wrap you around him and devour you. He knew he wanted to be the one to corrupt you.

.

.

.

And so he did.

Sukuna never knew what salvation was until he met you, he experienced human emotions with you like the seven colours of the rainbow, bursting suddenly and...evaporating easily.

The first time Sukuna knew he was in love with you, was unfortunately too late of a realization.

“Sukuna-san!” you disturbed him from his slumber.

“The villagers are out with fire, they are going to burn the shrine!” you shouted.

Sukuna walked out of his room, his kimono dipped down his shoulders till his pelvic bone. He hissed as he felt the ground burn under his feet while you stood without any problem.

It didn’t take long for you to realize what they were planning, “My lord the fire was a distraction! They sprinkled seinaru mizu around the shrine!”

“We will have to get you out of here!” you panicked, “please escape through the back, I will say that you weren’t in the shrine!”

“And make them think that the king of curses is a coward? Let me handle it, go hide. Even if anything goes wrong, don’t you dare come out!”

“But-”

“No buts,” he ordered, his hand cupping your cheek, “go now.” And so you nodded and escaped through the back and hid in the now dry daisy fields, you could only hear muffled sounds of the commotion.

A guttural scream pierced through the air, your breath hitched; you knew it wasn’t Sukuna’s but the sound was so painful. A light smell of Burning gawked in on your senses, the field had been set to fire, drawn in a circle, you had no where to run. The flames kept on getting closer and closer, you could taste the smoke on the tip of your tongue.

“Sukuna!” you shouted, but your scream was nothing compared the sounds of war. 

The flames englufed you, you thrashed around in pain, helplessly calling him to save you. 

When Sukuna had finally killed everyone, his eyes met with the fire.

“Y/N?” he called out and upon wearing a low rumble of his name he rushed towards the flames. His body burnt yet he thrust forward to find you.

Around the centre of the patch he saw you, who was covered in red and brown burns. Your face was contorted into something painful.

He could work with that! All he needed was for you to be alive! He shook your body and carefully picked you up to carry you back in the shrine.

He gently poured cold water on you, patting your face to wake you up.

His long fingers picked your hand and tried to find a pulse, there was none. His lip trembled and he got up.

The whole village faced his wrath that day. Men, women and children all were slaughtered. He sat on top of the their bodies and grieved, that scabbard heart was no longer beating.

Year 2019

Sukuna was experiencing the world again. This time not through his body, but from the body of his vessel, Itadori Yuuji.

He saw Yuuji looking at the direction of a voice.

“Huah? So you are telling me that boy is the vessel of the king of curses, Sukuna?”

The lady chuckled and walked close his vessel, examining him, “I am Y/N, L/N nice to meet you!”

“By the way can Sukuna-san hear us talking right now?”

“Yes I can, brat,” he answered.

“Woah! That’s so cool!” you replied, your eyes literary glimmering, “nice to meet you too king of curses!”

Sukuna didn’t need any other reminder to make sure that was you. It was the name and the voice. So the scriptures about reincarnations were true, huh? Those goddamn gods really loved to torment him.

 You were his fairytale. Something that made his crooked self warm. You stood here again, in front of his eyes, this time, he won’t let you go. 

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𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @crazylurkercatlady.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓! I think you two would be THE perfect couple! Like two witchy mums who everyone goes to when they feel sad or unsafe or in need of comfort. She would love you with every part of her being. No matter what you've done, she would accept you wholeheartedly.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

She always wakes up before you and LOVES making you breakfast in bed. It's always a range of toast and tea to pancakes and juice, to sausages and scrambled eggs with coffee. She likes trying new things with her cooking

She shows her love by doing the chores that you dislikes doing. And once you realise what she was doing, you do the same for her.

She writes you love letters all the time and leaves them around the house, in drawers, tucked beneath clothes.

Always gives you her undivided attention when you need to vent, or when you need advice or need to tell someone about how shitty everything is going.

You love gathering herbs, plants, and ingredients for witchy things. Like potions, balms and ointments. It's a bonding experience that you'll never forget. Two cauldrons, bubbling with glowing light, candles floating around you, the night sky watching through the windows. It was amazing.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

More Than A Woman by the Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Home Is Wherever You Are

More Alike Than Different

The Moon and Her Star

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Redemption

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your creativity, that you love painting, exploring, your love for books and your loyalty. There's too much about you that she loves - she can't just pick one. You have an innate otherworldliness that Wanda picked up on when you first met, like you weren't meant for earth - but here you are.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Thor! He really brings out your outgoing side. With him, you don't care whose in the room, because Thor can handle anything and being around him makes you feel like you could take on the world.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mixture of Yelena, Nat, and Thor! You have to remember that you are a Leo Sun, Cancer Rising - the two most magnificent and alluring placements. People cannot help but be drawn to you. There's so much light and intuition that you possess, it's astounding.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

You have two birds that visit everyday that Wanda feeds from hand.

And you have your favourite pets; two cats named Artemis & Athena.

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐼𝑠𝑎𝑎𝑐 𝐿𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑦! He is such a puppy, to me he definitely has Pisces in his chart - he's loving as well as loveable, intuitive, emotional. He seems to have the ISFJ personality type; the defender/protector. He's soft-spoken, gentle and well-mannered. I think you would feel very soft in this relationship.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Whenever Isaac is feeling down, you continuously remind him that he's loved, valued and appreciated on days when he's feeling down.

Since you two would be around the same age - meaning you both know technology and how phones work. You both send each other lots of memes, Tik Toks, etc.

You constantly have to remind him of appointments, or to drink something (he's so bad at drinking water)

Daydreams about you, even though he knows he's going to see you soon. He just loves you so much.

He's always excited to plan date night, this side of him is only for you - it's special. So special to see him like this, caring so much, giving so much of himself to you.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Goodnight Sweet Possums by John Powell

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Pair of walking disasters who cannot function without the other

Would Die For Each Other

“I care about you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Isaac)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Everyone Knows But You Two

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

How you don't judge him, how much thought you put into things; how much you care about those you love. You're brilliant at gift giving, able to get the absolute perfect gift (it didn't have to be expensive but what the person needs). And Isaac would start to see how others interact, what issues other people had - rather than be wrapped up in his own. You, without knowing it, make him a better person.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Allison and Lydia! I think you three in a sort of ... girl group, would be very interesting. You would be the one to cross the bridge between the pair, be the glue. But you would also have ties to Beacon Hills - possibly you come from a long line of family witches?

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Allison, Scott and Stiles. Open-minded, quick-witted, caring, a bit of a motherly side. You care about people, you want to help others, but also like being on your own, you like your solitude.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

A huge, mostly black cat with white hair. He's your familiar, and follows you almost everywhere (except into dangerous situations or when you go to the mall).

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑠 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑑! The most knowledgable, wise and witty of the Sons. I think he would be a great match for you because even though he isn't as chaotic, he's still silly and loves cracking jokes. He's humorous, and when you're together - that humour is off the charts.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Chibs always has a knack for making you feel safe. Even when he isn't there, you know that you're safe. You don't mind having a Prospect over when they're doing particularly dangerous things, so long as he keeps to himself.

When Chibs is home, he gives you the best affection possible. Hugs, kisses, stroking your hair, letting you fall asleep on him, caring you to bed, forehead kisses. You'd be touch-starved no longer.

He loves having you on his bike. You're the only other person who is allowed to sit on the bike by yourself.

He's kept every promise you have ever told him and vice versa

Type of person to purchase little gifts that made Chibs think of you

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Hurricane by Possessed Paul James

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Cautious (You) x Reckless (Chibs) he always says, "life's short sweet heart - let's make the most of it, eh?"

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You said to him) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (His response)

Gives Necklace x Wears It Everyday No Matter What

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

He loves how feral you can become. Chaotic, frenzied and hyper. He loves that energy because it makes him feel young, it makes him feel energised. You are unlike any other person he'd known. Yes you can have similarities to others, but the core of you is so interesting, the way your brain works - it blows his mind.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Tara! You both have a maturity that not many in this club/family do. You also cannot believe HOW she's a full-on doctor, and a full-time mother. You constantly commend her, and remind her of that. And if she ever needs help, you'll be there (somehow you do end up helping with the boys a lot.)

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

I think you're a mix of Tara; maturity, intelligence, kindness, Gemma; sense of self-preservation, hypervigilance, wit and self-awareness and Opie; introspective, loyal, committed and a great companion.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

You have two cats

Your first is the beautiful fluffy white one and most recently, you got a black and white kitten. Funnily enough, they actually get on very well. Chibs isn't much of a dog person, and actually likes cats a lot.

Btw I also have ADHD & Autism! I would love to hear your experiences and what has helped you. I only got my diagnosis a few months ago, but everything seemed to make so much more sense. Everything I used to get painfully in trouble for, was actually a response from my brain that I could not control. Knowing that has brought up so much emotion from me and it's hard.

#witchthewriter #personal aesthetic #pair ups #match ups #sons of anarchy #soa pair up #soa match up #marvel pair up #marvel match up #plot tropes

[roaringwish]

I was rummaging through my wip folder and found a bunch of unfinished things I wanted to share with you (details under the readmore).

My commission info

❶ I wanted to do a quick ref for the UM gang but ended up not finishing it. I think I chipped my tooth on Misumaru bc I wanted her to be a walking geode (much like Eiki) but I had no idea what to do with the colors. Pun not intended btw. That Takane is my favorite I think.

➋ Concept of Chimata where her design would change based on the sky she's currently under. I decided to add like. cloud themed frills? And the red buttons and stuff that holds her cape together look like a dragon flying through the clouds.

❸ Monstrous Rinnosuke ref. This was based on my theory that he's Hakurei no Kami. He's a half-youkai so I went "oh what if he was a chimera cat but in a half-human-half-cat-way?" so this happened. I needed to model him in Blender to wrap my head around how his face would work. I still failed lol. I think the kami and abstract kami designs of his are a little too ambitious but what am I if not over-the-top.

❹ Another monstrous Orin (the third one despite the fact that I dislike her solely because she gatekept my 1CC for 3 months). This one is my favorite though, I really went off with this design. I wanted to put Okuu behind her, Koishi on top of her head and Satori being done with this shit in Orin's wheelbarrow, but everyone else was noticeably less well-drawn and also the colors didn't fit well, also the image ended up being too busy... yeah this wasn't going to happen in this form so I cut out the only thing I liked about it. This cool as fuck Orin.

❺ This was going to be a single poster with two halves. The concept was to make an opposites illustration with Okina being the savior of monsters and Eiki being the savior of mankind (this is based on their mythological origins). Then I ended up realizing that Eiki has way more colors than Okina and this might not work with only 4 colors. I want to revisit this sometime though, it's a really cool concept imo.

#touhou #2hu #monstrous touhou #rinnosuke morichika #chimata tenkyuu #mike goutokuji #takane yamashiro #sannyo komakusa #misumaru tamatsukuri #rin kaenbyou #eiki shiki #okina matara #ask to tag btw #idk if Orin would be trigggering/horroristic to anyone #conjoined twins are not body horror but her middle eye can??? be??? #I'm not sure

[stellar-snz]

hi! do you play sta/r r/ail? if so, i would love to hear your snz headcanons for your favorite sta/r r/ail character(s)! 😊🩵

Hello! 👋 I do play Star Rail and am be open to sharing my UID in DMs if you'd like to play My favourite characters are Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan, Natasha, Yukong, and Welt, so here are some sick/snz headcanons of them! I have some snz HCs abt the rest of the Astral Express crew, but they're not too polished and I'm not so sure anyone would be interested in that, soo,, 😗

Welt ✦ Throaty-ish sneeze that sounds harsh. ✦ When he's talking to someone and he has to sneeze, it can obviously be seen on his face. ✦ He doesn't really hold back, but when he's talking to people and he has to sneeze, he usually holds a finger up before turning to the side. ✦ Sneezes into the crook of his arm. ✦ Very good at hiding sickness. Seriously, he's never sick until he's caught. ✦ Not very sneezy, but some feathers would get him going. ✦ Mid dust allergy ✦ Okay… so I said before that I'm not that into pet/fur allergies… but the thought of March 7th sneaking a stray cat on the express and Welt being confused on why he's suddenly sneezing so much, is… doing things???

Natasha ✦ Her story quest… where she was travelling through the snow plains with the trailblazer, made me think a lot. ✦ Yeah… she probably caught a cold after that. ✦ Sensitive to the cold ✦ Sneezes in threes, each sounding more desperate than the last ✦ Somewhat high pitched and breathy (I'm so not good at snz sounds) ✦ A serial blesser ✦ A little embarrassed about getting sick. (Her line, "…but I'm a doctor!" 😭) ✦ Would love to take a day off when sick, but too much people in the underworld need her help, so the best thing she can do is wear a mask and sneeze away from people.

Jing Yuan ✦ LMAO, the birds living in his hair… or his hair itself has made him sneeze a couple of times. ✦ His sneezes are about a 7/10 in volume. ✦ Sneezes bend him over the waist. ✦ Doesn't get sick a whole bunch, but after that fight with Phantylia… he was immuno-compromised for a little while. ✦ Hehe… since he has a hologram, it flickers when he sneezes. ✦ When he gets sick, he milks the heck out of it, stating that he can't do things because of his ailment… even though it isn't too bad.

Fu Xuan ✦ Seasonal allergies. ✦ 😭 Has probably divined her own future and tried to prevent getting sick/avoid having a sneezing fit… but it never works out for her. It always happens… no matter how much she tries to stop it. ✦ Gets sniffly after the 3rd sneeze in a row. ✦ Soft, high pitched sneezes. ✦ Stifles by pinching her nose shut. ✦ Covers by cupping two hands over her mouth and nose. ✦ So, so bad at hiding illness/allergies because her nose gets really red. ✦ Hologram also flickers when she sneezes. ✦ Trying to hold back never does her any justice because she just turns into an absolute mess with long drawn build-ups and fits that leave her breathless and regretting her choices.

Yukong ✦ Rough and harsh sounding sneezes. ✦ Not really embarrassed about her sneezes, but she doesn't like sneezing in front of people. ✦ Sensitive nose bc… foxian ✦ So stubborn when sick and tries to push through it… but if she really can't, she'll take a sick day ✦ Spice sensitivity. ✦ Long, torturous build-ups sometimes… like, she has confined herself to an isolated room multiple times because she had to sneeze but it wouldn't come out. ✦ Keeps her desk clean because she also has a dust allergy. ✦ Very polite about sneezing(tries to at least stifle) in front of others because of her current position… but when alone, she just lets it all out because of her fighter spirit.

✨ BONUS ✨ The aeons I like are Lan and Yaoshi… so they get to sneeze too

Lan ✦ Lol, destruction and abundance lotus allergy. ✦ Has a harsh and messy sounding sneeze that bends them over the waist. ✦ Has a pollen allergy, which exacerbates their dislike towards Yaoshi even more. ✦ Has probably sneezed while they had their mask on and hissed out "repulsive...." afterwards. ✦ Earth shaking sneezes. Yaoshi ✦ I thought it would be funny if Yaoshi, too had a pollen allergy... but it's milder than Lan's and only sets them off if its certain plants/if there's too much of it/if they were around it for too long. ✦ Whispery/Hushed sounding sneezes... but can still be heard. ✦ Has probably used their veil to wipe or blow their nose. ✦ Flowers sprout up when they sneeze. ✦ Despite being considered "annoying" they actually tend to withdraw and hide away when feeling ill.

#dendro.post #dendro.txt #dendro.ramble #snz #h/onkai SNZ r/ail