#but in like a wholesome and almost platonic manner since like

[kairiscorner]

AWOO AWOO ANON IS BACK WITH ANOTHER GWEN PROMPT 🚨🚨🚨 (but it’s abt like parent talk and annoyances so its okay if you don’t wanna do this <33)

HELLO P!! Hehehejhee I hope ur doing well!!! I just come up with a bit of a wholesome kinda angsty idea

Details: reader comes to Gwen’s apartment to rant abt parental issues (minor inconveniences, bickering with parents, details that are pretty minor but it’s so triggering)

LIKE

(Alam mo yung usual na pinapagsabihan ka like they’re scolding/annoyed kahit na minor lang yung topic 😅?)

Ex. “Ugh my mom rolled her eyes and honestly scoffed when i talked abt Barbie etc.”

(Tas pag tatay nakakatakot mag salita parang galit lagi)

Ex. Pag sinigaw pangalan to call you tas pagutos. BASICALLY ACTING LIKE HE’S BETTER GANON

(TAS LIKE YOU HAVE TO WALK ON EGGSHELLS W BOTH) ((ofc it’s different for everyone but idk why i feel like this is almost universal BKA AKO LANG HAHAHAHAH))

AHEM

So! Just a deep talk with Gwen about how she deals with bickering/fights with her dad would be a cool conversation!! Especially since it’s only them too

(Doesn’t hav to be specific! You can play around with it ofc!! Loaf u and hav a splendid week <3)

(AY CLARIFY LANG suggestions r different from fanfic reqs right..? I don’t wanna be makulit sa suggestions tas yun pala bawal ehe ^^”)

HI POOOO ooo i love the idea! esp bc i'm always one to rant about my parents when we fight 😭😭😭 loaf u too platonically boo 🫶🫶and also, yes! suggestions would be kind of like an idea, but not really asking for a fic to be made, just an idea you wanna share (at least that's how it's gonna be like on my blog!) PERO OK, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

gwen plopped herself down on the edge of the bed next to you, her expression full of dismay and aggravation. you looked over at her with a semi-fretful gaze. "what happened, gwinny?" you asked her as she sighed and looked into your eyes. "it's my dad, again..." she muttered as she covered her face with her hands, falling back down on your bed as your eyes followed her. you lay down on your side next to her and gently asked her in a whisper if she wants to talk about it. gwen breathed in deeply removed her hands from her face and looked at you from the corner of her eye.

"oh, where to even begin?" she asked aloud to nobody in particular, smiling ever so slightly in an ironic manner as she looked up at your ceiling. she didn't speak for a few moments, until she finally found the strength to open up, even by a tiny bit. she opened up about how her father has been putting a curfew on her, after hearing her sneak back into her room after her nightly patrols. she got mad at him for enforcing that curfew, and he got mad at her for not realizing how all he wants is for her to be safe. "he just wants to feel at ease, like he's not... like he's not failing as a dad." she grumbled out as her eyebrows scrunched up a little as her gaze towards your ceiling morphed into a glare.

"i get how he wants me to be safe, bravo for you dad, but... at least i come home. you leave all the time, what difference does it make if i'm not there at home? what difference does it make when we're both on patrol, we're both concerned about the city and each other, i have your back, it's just... you don't know i'm the one doing the saving, which is good for you." gwen ranted as her voice became softer, as if her inner turmoil had simmered down and hearing her speak her thoughts out was less gratifying than she thought it'd be. gwen breathed in deeply as you moved closer to her, not tearing your eyes away from her one bit.

"i know how you feel, kinda. i sometimes feel like my parents never want me to have any fun, but at the end of the day... they do it for a reason. might not always seem like good reasons, but trust me when i say that among all those reasons," you placed a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to look at you with eyes shimmering with twinkles of shame in them, slight shame that she spoke about her father that way, but they were still gleaming with confusion and frustration, "his love for you as your dad is the biggest reason of all." you finished with a smile as gwen's expression went from agitated to remorseful.

gwen leaned over towards you and pressed her forehead against yours. she gently took your hand in hers and interlocked your fingers together. "thank you... well, i have a lot of explaining to do the minute i get home, then. can't really tell him i've been spider woman for the night again, but i can't really tell him any other made up reason. i just... i want him to stop worrying sometimes." she confessed as you squeezed her hand. you chuckled as you brushed away her hair from her forehead. "he's a dad, he's supposed to worry." you reminded her as you kissed her forehead. "and it's okay." you said as gwen wrapped her arm around your waist and hugged you.

"i guess... sorry i had to dump this all on you when you're supposed to be sleeping." "gwen, never be sorry for letting off some steam. you work so hard to save people you don't even know... and yet you're hesitant about saving yourself. let me save you, at least once for all the times you've saved me." you said as you hugged gwen back. gwen couldn't murmur a 'thank you' anymore as she felt like that wouldn't be enough to do you justice. she held on to you tighter, wishing this moment could last longer. she swore to herself, though, that by tomorrow morning, she'd say sorry to her dad. she'd say sorry and express how she doesn't want to worry him, how she wants nothing more than for him to be at ease, to trust her. and she hopes that one day, she'll be okay with him, they'll be okay with each other; and she has you to thank for helping her realize this.

tags !! @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy

#gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy x y/n #gwen stacy fluff #gwen stacy angst #ghost spider #spider woman #spider gwen #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse angst #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

[skittlewaffle]

*stumbles back from the sonic movie 2, tears in my eyes*

… guys .,,

is it possible … to see your childhood crush for the first time in ages ,,,

only to realize ,. your feelings never went away? 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#don’t take it the wrong way plz i know how old movie sonic is #i grew up with this lad and played sonic 1 at my mama’s since I was like 6 #when I started playing smash bros brawl .. that’s where the true simping began and i was maybe 8 or 9 idk i’ve been maining sonic for ages #still main him in ultimate #in terms of self shipping i see it as him aging alongside me #i literally had a dream about him the NIGHT AFTER I saw the movie (this was last thursday btw) #we were just chillin . y’know? vibin. i don’t remember specifically what was said but i guess we were being sweet like it was a date #but in like a wholesome and almost platonic manner since like #i think i see the two of us bein like bros .. pals . pretending to be friends when we’re actually dating lol #so after a little laugh we had he looks at me lovingly ;; a little mischievously #and then he sneaks a kiss on my nose like THREE TIMES and when I try to do it i MISS because i’m LITERALLY too slow #his little chuckle was worth it tho 🥺 #k rambles #sonic #new f/o ?? #i mean jk this is an OLD old f/o like LEGIT sonic was my first crush ever #not even joking #i mean i think i did like this one boy in my class and then a girl in second grade haha .. but sonic was the first head-over-heels crush i h #had #hdjdbsjdj

[diabolikmosquito]

9, 10, 16 B)

[Random Muse Questions - Putting ‘em under a cut since it’s getting a bit long.]

9. What body language or mannerisms does your muse show when they’re nervous, angry, sad, shy and happy? I love this question ‘cause it’s like five in one-

Nervous. A big one is honestly her looking less bored, for one, but running her thumb over a couple of her fangs or pressing one of them to her thumb is the most common (think biting your nails, but Vampy™.) She isn’t the best actor but hiding nerves or faking them is actually something she’s better at, made easier by the fact she’s usually faced a lot of situations before and thus is less intimidated by them.

Angry. Easiest to spot. Aside from the fact you will get a very vocal response most of the time, she’s a bit like a miffed teenager, walking stiffly and quickly, putting things down harder than she needs to, slamming doors, and plenty of pouting and huffing. If it’s more along the lines of rage, though, expect some threatening flashes of those fangs when she speaks, a twitching brow, and some aggressive posturing. It isn’t impossible to get her angry enough she’s ready to throw a punch, either.

Sad. Less about what she’s doing and more about what she’s not doing. If she’s not talking as much, talks more softly than normal, or seems more pensive in general, she’s probably feeling down. If called out on it she’ll either brush it off or turn irritable. With her usual bravado and energy, calm outside of a moment of focus generally spells sadness.

Shy. Probably the least common thing to see, but isn’t hard to spot - when caught off-guard she tends to blush a little and will avoid someone’s gaze, usually pretending to be really interested in something else. Much like some of the others here, she’ll usually get irritable if called out on it, even resorting to being mean to get any teasing to stop.

Happy. Generally just expressed in her words, but she’ll also move about with more energy. It’s a bit hard to tell if you don’t know her well (since she tends to be nonstop moving or exploring normally), but she’ll be more peppy lol and will even have a bit of a glimmer to her eye. It’s almost like she’s wholesome for a little bit, in her own way. Almost.

10.  What are three impulsive things you can see your muse doing? The fact it’s limited to three is already out of character, because impulsive is honestly Pepper’s middle name at times. To her almost nothing is worse than boredom. But if I had to think of a few examples..

Sleeping with someone taken just to start drama. Believe it or not, she’d never cheat herself, but if she’s single and someone else steps up, she’d probably go for it. It’d be both out of curiosity at why the spouse was disloyal as well as curiosity at how the jealous lover would handle it, not to mention for the drama if she had a slow month and was looking for something interesting to happen.

Any number of pranks which are often hastily-done. A favorite of hers is finding some sort of pigeon-friendly food which sticks to clothing and dumping it on random folks to see their reaction to the inevitable swarm.

Killing someone. Yeah yeah, she kills a lot so it might not seem like a big deal, but most of those murders are planned - a way for her to feed, or a hit someone paid her to carry out. She tends to be smarter about crimes that could land her in hot water (which she can get out of, but not without funds/hassle), but if someone’s hit just the right nerve or has harmed one of her friends, the mosquito kid is definitely prone to flying off the handle. Violently.

16.  What is a guaranteed way to relax your muse? It’s not easy to do, but if you can convince her she can be vulnerable, she’ll tend to just be relaxed in your presence regardless, visibly easing up around the folks who she thinks it isn’t dangerous to do so with. However if you’re asking for a quick fix, small platonic gestures of affection like a shoulder pat or a hip check will generally make her relax some whether or not she admits it.

#kuraeizen #ask prompt ask #ask #headcanons #i dunno why this took me all day but IT'S FINALLY DONE #this is like the only thing i got done today i didn't even finish catching up on dash yet--

[headoverjojo]

Hey~ Can I request scenario/headcanons for Narancia x BFF reader? A sibling-like relationship ❤️ Reader is smart and introverted at first but they start to open up to Narancia to two point that they do everything together. Super fluffy is appreciated!

Hi there, honey! Aaaaaa, such a wholesome request :,) Thank you so much!! I hope it’s fluffy enough… even if I’m sorry for the ending. I’m deeply, deeply sorry-

Narancia and his best friend/sibling-like

(Under the cut for length!)

When Bruno announced the arrive of a new teammate, Narancia was excited, even if he acted cool about it. A new teammate meant a new possible friend! A new member of the family! Unless the new member was an asshole -but in that case Bruno would have tugged some strings not to have them assigned to his gang-, it was all fine. Until, well, he heard that the new member was way smarter than a normal person. Fugo was already like this… what if the new member had anger issues too? He accepted anger bursts just from Fugo, since he was like a big brother to him and he wasn’t scared to fight him back. Hell, he knew Fugo since years. But a new person… he didn’t know. Suddenly, he wasn’t so happy to meet them anymore.

But the day came and Bucciarati guided you, the new member, to the table where the others were waiting for you both, a teapot -full of actual tea and not something else- on the center of it. You swallowed, a bit nervous, and, when Bruno announced your name and everyone lifted their gaze on you, you almost shrunk down, uncomfortable. You answered to the others’ hello with nods and small mumbles, answering with few words at their questions, while sitting on the edge of the chair. Among all the gazes, you hadn’t noticed that Narancia’s was the most confused. You were so different from what he had pictured -and feared-… and definitely calmer than Fugo. At least, around you, he hadn’t to be ready to take out his pocket knife.

He was curious about you, now that you have settled down. You were always on your own, reading or writing or doing stuff and you were of few words. He didn’t understand. Did you not like to stay with them all? If so, you could have change team! You were not obliged to stay with them. When he grumbled it to Abbacchio, he just quirked a brow, taking a sip from his mug.

“Y/N is just introvert, Narancia. Give them time and not bother them.” the man replied, before putting on again his headphones. Narancia hummed, thinking about it. You were just introvert… so a bit like Abbacchio? He too didn’t like to be bothered -just Bruno had this privilege-, he was almost always on his own… so you too were like this. Well, you couldn’t stay all alone, in any case. Even Abbacchio had a best friend. And you were part of the family! He would have been your Bruno!

And so Narancia used all his stubbornness and determination to help you to come out your shell. In the beginning you didn’t understand why that boy seemed so interested, but the determined shining in his eyes baffled you and was almost even scaring. What did he want?!

No matter how silent and reserved you were, he still tried and tried. He always offered to go on mission with you, chit-chatting and -you could see it clearly- trying to start a friendship. It was… cute. No one had ever tried so hard to become your friend, always chased away and sometimes annoyed by your introvert nature. But Narancia… he was a completely different story.

And it seemed that his stubbornness, in the end, had repaid him. Slowly, as you knew him more -he always told you anecdotes about the gang, the city, sometimes he talked about his past- you started to open up too. A little, a small step after another, but surely you were doing it. You felt comfortable with him: he never judged you and your quirks and the same you did with him. Sometimes you sat near him and quietly helped him with his math homework, helping him, in fact, to improve a lot. The time spent together like this helped you to relax around him, seeing him focusing so hard on his work and trying and trying stubbornly, as he tried to be your friend.

The turning point was when you finally talked about what led you to join Passione. You both knew, in that moment, that you were friends. And, as time passed, you found yourself seeking him more and more, to pass time together, to laugh and joke and go around, when you didn’t had missions. Sometimes the others -Mista- joked about you two being a lovey-dovey pair, but, for real, you hadn’t romantic feelings for Narancia, nor he had for you. Yours was a wonderful platonic relationship, a siblings-like one. He was the brother you never had and you the sibling he always missed. You were always sent together in mission, cooperating like an old fighting duo, protecting each other with sheer determination and strength. You always were victorious.

And, back at the HQ, when he wasn’t busy with his math homework -and you were always with him to help when he needed or calm him down when something didn’t turn as he wanted- you both were or chilling around or out on Naples’ streets. By now, you couldn’t think about doing something without your brother, as that day, while you were chilling on the couch, dozing a bit off, sleepily.

You felt your legs being moved and a familiar citrus scent reached your nostrils. You smiled, cracking open an eye, seeing Narancia slumped as well on the other side of the couch, your legs on his lap as he was melting on the couch back.

“What’s up, Nara?” you asked, yawning, slowly sitting up. He huffed, resting his head on your shoulder, humming at your light scratches on his nape.

“Just back from the patrol with the rockie, Giorno. Boring as hell.” he whined, making you chuckle. You knew he was upset ‘cause he wanted to do the patrol round with you as always and, if you had to be honest, you were a bit upset as well. You missed your friend. But you never discussed Bucciarati’s orders, so you both accepted it.

“Oh, c’mon, he doesn’t seem so bad, uh?” you replied, making him whine even more.

“Dunno, Y/N. For me, the kid brings troubles.” he muttered, making you laugh aloud, now. What strange from Narancia!

“Kid? Nara, he has just two years less than us.” you teased, poking his sides, as he squirmed, failing to contain a wheezing laugh.

“Y/N, stop- no, don’t you dare-!” he howled when you aggressively tickled his sides, laughing as he squirmed, trying to stop you and not laugh. Failing.

“Oh, I’ll dare and double dare!” you exclaimed, laughing and falling on him, squealing when he started to tickle you back. Oh no, he was going to win…!!

“Ok ok, fine!! Truce!” you exclaimed, panting, as Narancia stopped his evil hands and lied near you, giggling like crazy. You huffed, nagging his shoulder, as he stuck his tongue at you, in a childish manner that made you both laugh again. If only you knew those would have been some of the last moments of peace, you would have enjoyed them more, as they deserved.

You held Narancia’s hand by his pinkie, giggling, gingerly swinging it, as you used to do as a child to make promises.

“Neh, Nara- even if the rockie will bring troubles, we’ll face them together, eh? As always!” you declared, your smile mirrored on his face.

“Of course! I wouldn’t go anywhere without you!”

If you only had knew.

#jjba #vento aureo #bruno's gang #narancia ghirga #best friend #neutral friend #sibling-like relationship #scenario #sfw #captain-saintly

[marginalgloss]

the riko special

Over the Christmas and New Year period, my partner and I found ourselves addicted to Terrace House, a Japanese reality TV show that Netflix have picked up for worldwide distribution. The format is simple: three men and three women living in a shared house. They are monitored more or less constantly by concealed cameras when at home, and by film crews when outside. There is no competitive element — no prize, and no voting off other people. Everyone is free to come and go as they want. People come to the house for various reasons but there is no real reason for any of them to be there other than to be, and to be seen.

The show is a glossy, high production value affair, though nothing about it screams of living the high life. The house itself might be considered large in Tokyo, but on TV it seems quite cosy, if you can get past the postmodern vibe. Still, it works well as an enticement to visit Japan. The locations and restaurants they frequent are all shown by name, and the food in particular is always beautifully shot. (Food, in its preparation and consumption, is probably the most important driver of relationships in the show.)

Everyone is between the ages of 18 and 30, and very good looking; would-be models, actors and performers make up a good proportion of the contestants. Invariably they are all optimistic and ambitious types, and the show celebrates their optimism and ambition. Their aspirations are mostly shown in terms of conspicuous career development, but living a certain lifestyle is part of that too.

It’s somehow glamourous and gritty at once: hard work now, with the promise of fame later. It’s not a dating show, but almost everyone arrives as a singleton, and those who fail to couple up slip easily out of the limelight. Outside their world, a team of presenters provide a running commentary on the action from another studio; they watch each part of the show with us, and deliver cutting putdowns or gentle remonstrance as necessary.

Here in the UK, it’s been the case for some time that reality TV shows have strayed towards a mentality that matches our tabloid newspapers. The main appeal is that you might get to glimpse a celebrity getting into a drunken fight, or being forced to eat something disgusting, or falling into bed with someone they hardly know. By comparison, Terrace House seems disarmingly well-mannered. There is never any sense in which the cameras are trying to catch the contestants unaware. 

For the most part, scenes of actual conflict are rare, though that doesn’t necessarily mean everything is peaceful. When emotive moments occur, they seem to erupt with devastating force, even through the slightest gesture. Everyone is very polite, but when they aren’t being reticent, they are remarkably earnest about their feelings. Personal ambition and dedication are valued above everything else, even above relationships; when a young architect joins the show, he becomes a figure of admiration for both the contestants and the presenters, even though he’s so busy he hardly gets any screen time unrelated to his work.

It’s this expectation of total honesty in life and love which creates most of the moments of human drama here. Most of them — people falling out and coming together — are over domestic minutiae. But there’s one moment in particular which is different. It occurs almost at the very end of the second part of the Tokyo run of Terrace House, at a point where it seems unlikely that anything new is going to happen. You think it’s just going to be business as usual: perhaps there’ll be a friendly date, or an apologetic conversation for an earlier misunderstanding, or just another chat about hopes and dreams. But then something astonishing happens.

(spoilers to follow for events past s2e40)

Here’s the situation: Riko and Hayato have been dating for a while now, more or less since both joined the house. Riko is 18, and is still at high school; Hayato is 29, and works as a chef in an Italian restaurant. Their relationship has been awkward, and though it seems good-natured, it’s hard to tell where it’s headed. He likes her; she’s fond of him; the age difference seems like an obstacle, but it’s not a huge problem.

They go on little dates. They visit the Cup Noodle museum. But they maintain a curious distance. They don’t so much as hold hands. And they talk about these things a lot: Hayato often asks how Riko feels about their relationship, but Riko seems unsure. Some of the presenters suggest that she’s just waiting for him to make the first move; others seem to think there’s just no chemistry between them. This is what we see, and as with so much on the show, it seems entirely earnest and believable. However you look at it, it’s a little reality unto itself.

But all this time, the other residents of Terrace House know something we don’t. Yuki is the first one to call them out. He corners Hayato in the games room and asks him point blank when they’re going to start telling the truth about their relationship. Because Yuki has seen things. He’s seen Riko and Hayato kissing by the elevator, where there are no cameras. And he’s seen them sneaking around at night together. He knows Riko has been in the boys’ bedroom when the others are asleep. 

Hayato can’t deny any of it. Their ‘innocent’ relationship was a performance concocted for the TV cameras. Apparently, Terrace House accepted it without question, and presumably the other contestants were intended to accept it in the same manner. Everything the audience has seen since those two started dating was part of the same lie.

Another side of the situation soon becomes clear. They had to maintain this perception of a casual, platonic relationship to protect Riko’s budding career as a model. Her youth and demure good looks presented an image of wholesome beauty which had to be protected. The idea that she was going out with a much older man would damage her character; not so much in the perception of her family, nor in the Terrace House audience, but in the eyes of the young men who would see her on the covers of magazines.

What follows is a great deal of anguished conversation as to the possible directions of their relationship. But on a superficial level, this means the audience can no longer trust anything that happens on screen between Hayato and Riko. He claims he was only trying to protect her reputation, but if that were the case, wouldn’t it be better to carry on seeing her out of the confines of the house? Or — perhaps better still — to abandon the relationship entirely?

More fundamentally, this revelation undermines the unspoken compact between Terrace House and its audience. While it doesn’t adopt the visual trappings of the ‘hidden camera’ format, we take it on trust that they film everything, and that there is nothing between the characters that we could be missing. And yet even while the naturalistic format carries the suggestion that it is capable of omniscience, here is the show itself implying that a vision of total comprehension is impossible. What else aren’t they telling us?

But we don’t have to assume that the couple succeeded in hiding their true relationship from the show in order for this to reveal the cracks in its premise. Did the people behind Terrace House know of the deception, and simply choose not to reveal it to the audience until it was raised by the other housemates? We’ll probably never know. The production itself has no voice here, other than in the juxtaposition of image and sound on screen. There is no structure of authority, no voice of ‘Big Brother’, and those involved never monologue to the camera in the manner of The Real Housewives. 

The ultimate effect is so compelling because it is impressionistic; since the only commentary is provided by the little cast of studio presenters (who only see what we see), there is no voice claiming to offer a single true account of what is occurring. We have to take what the participants say and do to one another on camera as having firm basis in reality — but despite this, they remain somehow distant, entirely unknowable. 

More than most shows, Terrace House would like for its audience to believe that it has only the lightest of touches over the lives of its participants. The show purports to be entirely impassive, being only an objective record of the relationships between ordinary young people. But the series ends by doing something radical in showing the audience the impossibility of its own premise. Nobody could come away from it without understanding that there can be no act of perception which does not also alter the thing perceived.

#tv #terrace house #boys and girls in the city