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aroaceleovaldez · 8 days

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was thinking about next-gen kids and decided to doodle a couple. elaborated thoughts below:

Iphis is named with the same naming conventions that Sally used when naming Percy - primarily, mythological figure who had a good fate. Nice for Percy to honor his mom by naming his own kid the same way and Annabeth gets a fun nerdy mythology name. Also sending good vibes to their kid. Plus middle name directly in honor of Sally, of course.

Specific myth is Iphis and Ianthe, with the idea that a.) it's gender-neutral so works regardless of kid's gender and b.) not only does Iphis have a good fate, but arguably nothing bad happens to them ever and they get helped out by like three whole pantheons who show up in a literal parade and they live happily ever after. Percy and Annabeth are pushing for the BEST vibes possible.

(Also I am a very strong proponent of the "I don't think they'd name their kids after dead family/friends" so none of them have that)

Iphis of course inherited the Jackson family early grey hairs <3

Virginia is named after Juniper (cause Juniper is specifically implied to be Juniperus virginiana). She's probably been childhood bffs with Iphis since Iphis was born.

Chuck is Chuck. I gave him a Yankees jersey cause you know he's being raised as a sporty kid.

Do you ever think about how OP Frank and Hazel's kid would be. It's ridiculous. Quadruple legacy, including 2/3 of the Big Three. Frank by himself was already so OP the gods had to nerf him. Hazel came back from the dead and Frank kinda just said "nope" to dying that one time. Hazel presumably has every power that Nico has which is. A lot. Not to mention what Hazel has been shown to just be able to do on her own (including but not limited to SINKING AN ENTIRE SMALL ISLAND). Ares/Mars kids can functionally be completely invulnerable sometimes and also have some limited necromancy. Combo that with Hades/Pluto kids also being hard to kill and having necromancy as one of their main powers. Not to mention how Pluto geokinesis might combo with Chloris (goddess of spring) powers? And this kid is 100% being protected by both Nico (who is probably a deity by that point) and probably Pluto himself as well? Hello?

Anyways Hazel and Frank's kid is a total powerhouse. Possibly functionally immortal. Easily strongest demigod of her generation.

I like to think the latent Chloris legacy would crop up (probably in combo with Mars and Poseidon's plant aspects) and give them an accidental Persephone-type theme and that's fun. Frazel's goth daughter who takes after her grandmother (and uncle).

Figured since Frank is Canadian and Hazel is from Louisiana they'd go for a French name. The flower theme was not intentional on their part it just happened. Law of demigod naming conventions appears nonetheless.

I figure Leo might not have kids of his own but he probably still hangs around with Hazel and Frank so of course he's going to make their kid a cool thematic robot pet. He's probably her godfather or something.

Ronan is literally just some kid who showed up at the Chase Space who coincidentally was a legacy of Freyr and could shapeshift. Magnus and Alex obviously can't have kids cause they're dead, BUT some orphan with essentially a combo of their powers just shows up on their doorstep? Their kid now.

The ironic part is of course their shapeshifting powers just happen to be because they're distantly related to one of Annabeth's friends. Ronan finds himself suddenly gaining two parents and two cousins (Iphis and Lily) in rapid succession.

He only picks up Magnus' last name though cause Alex has 100% disowned her mortal parents.

He has a seal flipper cause shapeshifting and apparently "Ronan" means seal. I just wanted to draw those two showcasing their shapeshifting a lil bit.

Might try to doodle the other next-gen kid thoughts I had at some point but idk when. anyways yeah.

#pjo #percy jackson #riordanverse #mcga #< for ronan #pjo ocs #pjo next gen #< ??????????#my art #Virginia may or may not have a crush on Iphis who knows #also Virginia is 100% worrying constantly about living up to her dad's legacy as lord of the wild #meanwhile like Iphis and Lily are just going ''haha powers go brrrrr''#Iphis knows their parents want them to have as uneventful of a life as possible so they have absolutely zero worries #Lily meanwhile isn't worried about living up to her parents' legacies cause she knows she's OP as fuck #she is just fully aware that she is the most powerful demigod of her generation zero contest (or is she...?)#the only way she wouldn't be is if demititans turned up somehow #but who knows! they might! they could!#but regardless Lily is just under the assumption that She Is The Best #Ronan and Chuck dont really have any of that to worry about they're just vibing

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miintsprigz · 3 months

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Hi again!! Was wonderin if ya could do some hcs of Scout, Pyro, Sniper, Engi, and Medic with a reader who loves to give and show them drawings they made, but gets pretty nervous when they watch them draw? If this isn't exactly yer cuppa tea or you just genuinely do not know how to write this, feel free to just ignore this request:]

Hope you have an excellent day/night/evening/afternoon/noon!!>:DD

Ah, I think I recognize you there! Good to hear from you again. I’ll give it a shot!

GN! Shy Artist Reader x Mercs

Characters: Scout, Pyro, Sniper, Engineer, Medic (TF2)

Warnings: None

Scout ⚾️

• The two of you tend to draw while you hang out, just chatting in the meantime.

• He absolutely adored your work, and loved watching you make it.

• But when you pulled your sketchbook to your chest quick, he seemed confused.

• “Hey! You good?” “Yeah, I uh…I just feel weird when you’re watching me draw.” “Huh? You don’t gotta feel embarrassed, doll!”

• “…You know when you tried to pull off a jump while Spy and Demo were watching the other day…” At this reminder, Scout gave you a teasing scowl—not genuinely mad, just embarrassed remembering that.

• “Ah geez—yeah, if they hadn’t spooked me by starin’ at me like a buncha creeps—oh.” “You get it now?”

• He got…a little confused. “Am I makin’ it worse? Aw man, I’m sorry—” “No, no! I just—that awkwardness? Yeah.” “Ohhh, I think I gotcha…”

•Scout, uh, scooted over on the bed a little and eventually sat back down with his back against yours. “There. This’ll fix it!” Both of you erupted into laughter.

•In all seriousness though, he respected your wishes. He keeps everything you make for him in his room, aside from a small doodle or two that he carries on him to work at all times…awww.

Pyro 🔥

•You and Pyro lay sprawled on the floor, with a can of colored pencils and a box of crayons respectively.

•They’re actually quite good when it comes to color, pairing different hues together. It’s hard to tell exactly what they’re drawing, but sometimes you can faintly make it out.

•You suddenly felt eyes very intently locked onto you and jerked your head up.

• “Hm??”, came through the mask, muffled. “Uh…could you um…”

•They did that curious little head tilt, tenderly reaching for your hand. If you needed to tell them something, they wanted to make sure they heard it!

• “I feel nervous when you watch me draw. I know it’s silly, but—” “Ah!” Genuine surprise from the masked figure. They’d had no idea.

•Immediately, there were muffled apologies from under the mask, quickly hugging you. “Hey hey, it’s okay! I’m not mad. I just figured I should tell you. You’re okay, Py.”

• “Mmph?” “Yes, dear. I promise.” Giggling a little now, they pulled their free hand over the eyeholes of the mask like a visor, blocking you from view. You chuckled along with them.

•Later on, as the two of you shared drawings, you made out a familiar visage—that of you, with a couple bright red hearts drawn nearby. “Hehe, I love you too.”

Sniper 🏹

• Mick didn’t often watch you draw, honestly. The two of you tended to do your own thing in the same space, talking occasionally. Even that was enough.

• Once you caught him watching on what was kind of an off day though. You kind of just stared back up at him.

• Sniper cocked an eyebrow. “Why’d ya stop?” Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked off to the side.

• You felt the bed next to you sink down a little as he moved closer. “Hey. Ya got somethin’ ya wanna say?” His voice was softer, more cautious. “…cuz ya know, I’d like to hear that.”

• Shuffling a bit to get more comfortable next to him, you sighed. “I don’t know how to explain it, but…I feel weird when people watch me draw.” “Yeah?”

• You nodded. “Kinda see what ya mean, I guess. Ya think they’ll judge the work-in-progress?” You silently agreed.

• A slight smile brightened his features. “Well, dunno if it helps, but I know a lil better, love.” His shoulder brushed against yours as you moved a bit closer.

• “I love everythin’ you make. And I know that you know what yer doin. But…if you’re more comfortable with me not lookin’, I get that too. That’s fine.”

• He went to move away, but you quickly clasped his shoulder softly, indicating that he could stay. “Maybe, I could try to keep going?” A laugh broke through as you admitted, “Besides, I like sitting next to you.”

• Humming contently, the Aussie planted the briefest of kisses on the top of your head. “Arright, darlin. You just lemme know.”

• As you kept working on that page, you did notice when he was watching, and it wasn’t easy, but after that he would have periods of staring off into space instead.

• There was a conciseness to it. He’d taken what you’d said to heart. Still, though, he seemed happy…and you were, too.

Engineer 🔧

• Dell had gathered quite a collection of your art by now, kept it on the wall of his workshop. He showed it off proudly to anyone who happened to enter, even if visitors tended to be few and far between.

• One night, you kept him company as he worked overtime on a new design for a model. While he worked, you did too.

• After a while though, you could tell someone was looking at you. As your gaze lifted, you caught him sneaking a peek from his desk, right next to the table where you sat.

• “Aw, did I break yer focus there? Sorry, honey.” “No no, it’s okay, Engie…I could put it away for now anyway, if you want something—”

• “No problem, (Y/N)! You can keep right on with that if ya like.” A somewhat sheepish smile came to your face.

“Hey, Engie…can you keep a secret?”

• “Mmm?” “…I get sorta nervous when people watch me draw.” A knowing sort of smile slowly crossed the Texan’s face, sliding his goggles up to rest on his forehead for a moment.

• “You wanna know a secret?”

“Hmm?”

A nostalgic sort of thoughtfulness crept into his voice. “I used ta be the same way.”

• “Really?” You never pictured the mellow, easygoing Engineer to ever be self-conscious in that way.

“Yup.”

• “People would ask me all sorts a’ questions while they watched me build. ‘How ya gonna make that work?’ ‘What’s that do?’ ‘Why’d ya put that there?’ Drove me crazy. Part of the reason I got a shop, I s’pose.”

• He held a spare nut and bolt, twisting them together and apart as he talked, somewhat absentmindedly. Eyes wandering a bit, but always making their way back to you.

• “But here’s somethin’ I think you oughta hear, although I’d never try ta make ya change. Your work is yours, darlin’. Yours and yours alone. Ya make such beautiful things. I’m not askin’ myself what you’re doin’ when I watch, cuz I already know.”

• He put the fidget aside and reached for your hand with a sweet smile. “Why do you like to watch me work?”

• You could feel your face redden just a bit, and grinned at the floor for a moment. He chuckled at this, in a lighthearted way though. “Cuz it’s really cool how you make everything work, and how smart you are with your designs.”

• “Yep. That’s why I like watchin’ you work. Own the process, (Y/N). It’s all yours. You know exactly what you’re doin.”

• “Thanks, Dell.” “Of course, honey. Of course.” From that moment onward, it seemed like he tried not to watch for too long, but when he did, you remembered his words. And it didn’t feel quite as nerve-wracking then.

Medic 💉

• Medic absolutely loved to watch you draw. It was fascinating to him. Seeing how giddy he got, it took you a while to work up the guts to tell him.

• “Is something wrong, Liebe? You’ve been stopped for a while now.”

“Yeah, uh…Medic, I wanna tell you something, but it’s weird.”

“Oh?”

• “I uh…I feel kinda…nervous, I guess? When people watch me draw.”

“…might I ask why?” He seems genuinely perplexed by this. “I think it’s fascinating.”

• Yeah, yeah he would. You weren’t sure how to explain this to him—you knew for sure that he didn’t mind when people watched him at work, he operated on fully conscious people!

• You sighed softly, unsure of how to make this make sense to him. A hand rested on your shoulder for a moment. “(Y/N), I can see this means a lot to you. And as much as I love watching you at work…I love you even more. So I’ll stop doing that.”

A smile crept up on you, glancing back up at him.

“I appreciate it a lot, love. Sorry I can’t put it into words.”

“No need to be sorry! But…I do have one request.”

“Yeah?”

• A sheepish sort of smile came to the doctor’s face. “I can…still see the finished product, right? And maybe, instead of me watching, you could tell me how you put everything together?”

“Of course! No problem.”

“Ah, wunderbar!”

I’ve been very tired lately so I’m sorry this took me so long, and that it’s sorta short/repetitive. I appreciate your patience!

#tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 scout #scout tf2 #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 pyro #pyro tf2 #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 sniper #sniper x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 engineer #engineer tf2 #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #tf2 medic x reader

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ghostatas · 6 months

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Inspired by @rotomo10281 and FA'S radio hc...

This is basically Canon for me. Just is. I love it so much, and have very much been having thoughts. I even did a lil doodle when I was testing some new brushes :D , I'm just waffling about ideas under the cut

Do you think Fit scripts his radio speeches, or does he just go with the flow? Both, perhaps?

Sometimes, he'll find these huge builds and spends DAYS uncovering their stories. He'll document things roughly, I am also a prosthetic camera eye truther (screenshots) so he takes lots of pictures and evidence. He'll then hole himself up somewhere with his tiny obsidian cabin, gather all his noted and make a full timeline for whatever he found/wants to document. Then when he's done, he'll turn on the radio and start talking, adding his own thoughts here and there.

Sometimes, he'll be walking, in a relatively safe space hundreds of thousands of blocks away from spawn, or maybe closer, and just talk into like a hand held mic (I don't know how radios work) and just say whatever comes to mind. Maybe he sees a fight happening a while away and just starts commentating it (whilst staying hidden ofc).

Does he ask questions? Just wondering to himself what the world outside 2b2t looks like, what the people out there do in their everyday lives. Also the most random bullshit, like. I feel like he talks conspiracy theories when he's bored. Maybe some philosophy, but hes always so unserious about them because he lives in 2b2t! No ones got morals there!

I don't think he'll talk emotions on there, man's so repressed he doesn't realise he has them, but i feel like sometimes there'll just be some outburst of emotion you can hear. He gets quieter, or louder at times and you can tell he's agitated. But normally his voice is very level and nice to listen to :D. It's convenient tho because he doesn't want to talk to himself like a crazy person but likes talking out loud -it's grounding and it's basically socialising right????- so he just speaks into the radio because it feels more normal.

Uhhhhh, he's also not the only one on 2b2t with a radio! Some people occasionally find a working one, or can piece one together and they listen in on his stories! It's not often they'll be able to, they're busy tryna survive or cause chaos, but they also enjoy his broadcasts (mostly). It's why he's so popular and well known. The older people appreciate and respect his work a lot, it makes them nostalgic and gives them joy, and many of them go to him (either in person or by some other method) with their discoveries so he can document them! It's mainly the newer, more unruly people who hear his name and be like Yeah! I'm gonna kill this guy cuz he's popular! But he's generally appreciated by the community a lot ^^ (I like this last part a lot)

Uhh that's all for now but it's such a cool idea I love it very much @rotomo10281 and Fit Anon you are very lovely please continue posting it gives much joy :D

#fitmc #qsmp fitmc #fitmcfanart #2b2t #pac and mike listen the most tho #theyre his no.1 fans :D

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atvace · 8 months

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Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 7: Lil Preppy

Masterlist

You sat in the headquarters cafeteria, spinning your pink can of Monster energy drink. you collected your thoughts about the case, trying to connect the dots. You were slightly puzzled about how a big-ass missile is interlinked with drug trafficking. it's pretty out of your field to mend evidence by evidence into a conclusion, but you're trying.

"You okay, Dior?" You felt a soft touch on your shoulder, frowning at the callsign you tilt to the source of the voice. he raised his eyebrow and bent his face to your side, "The walls have ears, gotta get tactical, yeah?" you smiled and nod. "I'm fine, I was just recollecting my thoughts. I feel like there's something deeper about this case." you shuffled your small notebook and open the content to soap. "I genuinely think that they have a backup. it's crazy powerful if this organization runs independently."

He rested his fingertips on the rail of the chair, "This taken?". you shook your head as he sat to examine your papers. turning a few pages with scribbles and doodles around, highlighted texts, and many more notes. "You're investigating this outside duty?" You nodded, "could've used my spare time for clues." You shrugged, shifting the notebook to your fore.

"Any closure?" You raised your eyebrow at the question. "Suspect is Iranian holding possibly more than one missile. my deduction was two but I could be wrong," you submerged a few pictures of a missile anatomy. "I'm certain hostage is unnecessary for them, because," you flipped a page to multiple cut newspapers. "I haven't found the very root of this but the US missile that shat on them, they got grumpy when their leader died so their second-in-command took over," Soap listened to your lecture.

But his mind was a little out of space. whilst you're talking, he gets to closely notice many of your small features. now, the military has been up his ass, the only time he has seen some woman in his life was whenever the team went to the bar to get some mission accomplishment tributes but that doesn't count because it was based on lust. he never gets to actually notice a woman who is charming in her own way, like you.

you're a smart woman, nobody ever dared to speak down about yourself because you know how high your self-worth was. you're a content woman with dreams and steel ambition. despite your demotion, you still mastered whatever skills that held tightly to you like a rope, you took your punishment in demotion professionally.

his surroundings turned mute, everything but you were blurry, the way your tired eyes mend from the paper and back to him in a hypnotic motion, your strands of hair brushing your cheekbones felt like slow-motion, the way the light mirrored your iris shines and bounced to his sight, the way you pursed your lips as you talk makes him flustered at the thought of an intimate scenario.

His lips parted, his eyes softened at the sight of your soul. he felt light, he felt like falling to your voice. its like luring him into something intoxicating. The longer you talk, the more you bewitched him into questionable feelings.

"...and that is why I think they had another organization giving resources." you placed both of your hands to your waist and huffed. the silence made you check on Soap's attention span as a 5-year-old iPad kid. you glared down at him as your cough pulled his senses back to earth.

he blinked a few times trying to form a word from his hazed mind "....what?"

you groaned in annoyance and frustratedly run your hand through your hair and clicked your tongue. "I can't."

"Dior, I understand-" "Okay, repeat what I said." you stood and glared down at him.

He paused for a few moments with his lips parted trying to form a word or two. "Exactly." you slammed your book shut. "I, uh they have multiple missiles rockets, drug sailing, and a strong ally." Soap tried to win you back to your seat. "And you will be lurking, and..." you raised one eyebrow as he grin defeatedly. Still annoyed, you sighed "That's fine. I don't expect you to listen anyways. cause you're just a man, that's what you do." you shrugged and scooted over to the kitchen counter.

He frowned at the statement and melted to the table, watching you closely. "Can't help it, I'm sorry." he hides his face to the table and crossed his arm to his forehead. "Why can't you?" You smirked, pouring water into a glass for yourself. "Nevermind, I'm s-"

"Forgiven." you sip the water from your cup and leaned to the table beside him. "So tell me, before all this happened, what are the mission you went through." you rested your head on the table, he fixate himself and tilt at you. "I uh I was assigned to Ghost for a mission in Al Mazrah to find Hassan. and then we thought that's all he did until turns out they kidnapped a kid." he paused to look at you for a moment but break it off as soon you raised an eyebrow.

"And, uhm.. well.." he rubbed his palm. "Well?" you leaned closer, facing him. For the hundredth time, his lips parted and watched galaxies in your eyes. "We heard there was a sudden new recruit-" "ASSIGNED FBI." you grumpily cut him off which made him chuckle, "..There was a sudden assigned FBI joining our task force so we were off duty for a few days until Hassan made another move." He explained as you nodded slowly. after a few moments of tinkering, you decided to lie on the table in front of soap, taking out your notebook and pen.

"This Hassan guy was a second in command of General Ghobrani? Killed in action by...you?" scribbled down to the book, raising your pen, you pointed at Soap.

"K.I.A yes but I didn't kill him, I was in another batch that time." he got up and sat at the table beside you, "But in what I heard, heard Commander Graves and Ghost were under that mission. Ghost confirmed Ghobrani's existence in the field chatting with the Russians and then Graves launched a missile towards the old guy." You look at him with a surprised expression "Damn, that was him then? holy shit I thought Graves isn't the type of person who would use huge force for something...as a small cranky old man like Ghobrani." Invested with the talk, Soap lay down next to you at the table.

"Actually I saw Ghobrani once in Laswell's computer when I was filing something." Soap tilts his head to you, "Really?" You nodded rapidly and put down your notebook to your stomach. "He's ugly, but fat fuck shepherd is uglier." you crossed your arms to your chest and huffed. "Is there any reason why you hate General Shepherd so much?" Soap squinted his eyes and focuses his gaze on you. "I just hate ugly guys." you shrugged, "Dior, you're not the type of person who has little respect for upper-ups, and in what I recalled Laswell is in the same league as Shepherd. thought you had a mother-daughter thing with her?" Soap knitted his eyebrows.

you paused for a few moments to collect some thoughts, why did you hate Shepherd so much in the first place? what made your blood boils hot so much? He ain't done nothing to you but you just despise him the most. One time you put peanut butter on his sandwich once to trigger his allergic and accidentally sent him to the ER. but that was when you were 16.

"I just don't trust him, that's one" You gained Soap's full attention. "So you don't trust Graves either?" his reply makes you gasp softly. he raised his eyebrow at your response "General Shepherd's minion is Graves, Graves owns-" "Shadow company?" you bit your tongue. "...Yeah, I thought you knew." Soap rubbed the back of his head.

You and Soap stared at the ceiling for a few moments, gathering thoughts in the air. "He's so weird, Soap. like the most white American men ever." You snickered. "Actually I agree. I didn't like the way he stared at you back this evening. you see," The two of you turned to each other, facing one another. "In his Twitter, he would retweet every American content he sees and every time he post a picture of himself, he would tag all the shadows, regardless if they're in the picture or not." Your reaction made Soap satisfied. "what a fuckin dick" you snorted a laugh.

"And then one time when everyone went out to see Barbie, he won't stop complaining how Barbie always made Ken feel left out." You scoffed. "I knew that Graves guy isn't trustworthy. men who despise the Barbie movie are red flags!" You fisted yourself in pissed, "But there was a truce thing and we just happen to work along. but not gonna lie, I must agree with your trust issue. you can't trust anyone on the battlefield." Soap got up and sat, looking at your notebook.

"I mean, I guess I trust you" you chuckled whilst watching him. his expression changed to serious as he looks down on you. "...Soap?" your smile drops as he lunged at your wrist, pinning it above your head and tickled your stomach with his left hand. you wheezed and arched your back, feeling euphoria up your nervous system, once again you felt happy. your laughter echoes against the spacious kitchen making Soap shifted his small tickles to the side of your waist.

you died from laughter as tears formed in the corner of your eye, "Can't escape the Scottish tickle torture!" He jokingly said as he continued to tickle you. but stopped immediately when you let out a pig-like snort when he tickled you. "SOAP! I hate you." you laughed again as you got up holding your stomach, "Well good to know the super agent FBI is ticklish, yeah?" the two of you laughed at each other and you kicked him unintentionally not aware of the power of your legs, you sent him flying off the table rolling through the kitchen floor.

"Ohh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." you said getting off the table to help him on the floor.

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The clock strikes at 2 Am. The whole hallway echoes with loud thudding footsteps and many other soldiers running back and forth to get ready to war. apparently, you learned that Grave's men are called 'Shadows'. and everyone has their own numbers.

You were getting ready in the armory room, checking your compound bow once in a while, looking at your arrow making sure it's sharp enough. you saw Graves talking to a group of his shadow.

He was giving a gentle pat on the shoulder to all his men. which you find... cute. "Dior, explosives." Gaz's voice broke off your gaze. "Oh, thanks!" you received his grenades and plugged them into your vest. "Nervous?" He bent to your level as you laughed. "Hell nah, nervous is for the weak." you swayed your hair. "Good, catch you on later, yeah? we'll be in a different car." He patted your back before parting ways.

Grave ran his hand through his blonde hair before plugging an earpiece in, "All shadows, I want us to make room for Dior to lurk in the dark. watch for her accordance, I want everyone to stand by 24/7." Graves threw a tactical radio toward you.

catching it with your hand, everyone's gaze shifts to your black Baiwa Croc Over-the-knee boots, full tactical gear vest, and a metal arrow bag. you put on the radio earpiece and slid it to one of the pockets, "I will come back in one piece, that's one." you braided your hair and turn it into a bun before wearing the helmet and a tactical half-face gas mask.

"(y/n), Your sh-" "Graves." Price held his shoulder and shook his head lightly. the captains watched you readjusting your handguns and the customized compound bow. "I know, she'll be fine. you have my words." Graves bit his cheek and sighs, "Okay, I hope she won't complain about her legs getting all steamy from that...heels." Grave's doubt made Price frown. "the only thing she'll complain about is her nails not getting done before a mission." Price shrugs away to get into his assigned car with the rest of the 141.

You stretched yourself to make sure everything was in the correct position. but by that time, you realized there was a loose belt behind your back. your arms were too short to grasp it. "Here," Ghost's figure got to your back, and he helped you strap the belt.

"Thank you, Lt." you feel yourself tight in the vest. "What're your side arms, Sergeant?" you raised both of your eyebrows and showed him your fully loaded Revolver and tase gun. "Do you know how to switch on the radio channel?" He pointed at your earpiece, "Well, it's Grave's. he said he'll teach me on the way but it shouldn't be so hard." you held the belt of your vest.

"I think it's best if you have this," he took out something from his pocket, it was two identical throwing knives. your eyes perked in happiness and grasped it from his hands. "Dope! thank you, Lt." you grin and shove the knives into one of your pockets.

"Don't let ego take over you. it's okay to use handguns when your bow is at stake." He pats your shoulder and nodded, "I'm on station 1 switch, could give private updates while were parted on the field, yeah?" you chuckled. he looks at you boringly. you couldn't really tell his expressions from his mask.

"Dior, RedCon to move!" Graves shouted from the distance, "Copy, commander!" you waved at Graves. "byee Lt-" You quickly turned towards the Range Rover waiting for you. but Ghost stops you by holding back your arms gently. "Hey, be safe," he said coldly. you tilt your head back and smiled at him. "I will." felt warmth in his heart, and he then lets you go and watches your figure going inside the car.

"Be safe..." Gaz held Soap's waist and laid him like a bride, "I'll be so safe..." Soap teased and place his hand to his forehead like a Damsell in distress. Ghost glared at the two in pissed. "Can you guys stop?" the Lt grew irritated watching his two sergeant making kissing and baby noises. "Stop." Ghost tilts himself disturbingly, "I'm gonna kill you."

"But how will that keep us safe?" Soap held his hand to Gaz's chest. "I'm so safe" Gaz still teased with his hand resting to Soap's waist. from the distance, Captain Price rubbed his temper in stress.

"what the hell are those muppets doing..."

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"Red rotator for private station 0-1, me, and Captain Price. Blue rotator for all shadows, just click it to your desired person to contact, and flip this switch if you want to get on the 141s." Graves instructed, showing how the radio he gave you works, flipping the device back and forth.

"If you're in a tight position, there's another switch behind in red. it will send a 15-minute live location to my phablet. make sure you're in a very emergency state because you can only deploy it once before it selfs destruct from the inside." he gave back the radio.

You nodded in understanding, "Might've contacted you the most but we'll see what goes down in the field." You leaned yourself to the window of the car. "Could also contact me outside duty." he does the same but to the other side of the window. you look at him dirty.

Grave looked at the rear mirror, exchanging looks with the shadow in the shotgun seat and the one driving. he cleared his throat and fix himself, "So, you're American. which sta-" "Classified." He knitted his eyebrow at your short remark.

"I grew up in Southern America."

"I see."

"My mother loves Christian Dior, usually most of my savings goes to her shopping cart."

"Interesting."

"I am a cat person," He's certainly not.

"Same."

He gritted his teeth trying hard to get you to talk to him. but you won't bat an eye like the streets are more interesting than him.

"Did you know I navigate nuclear missiles for a living?"

"Shows."

You swore you could hear his two men holding back a laugh in the fronts. He dug his nails into his knee, thinking hard about how to impress you.

"What's your motivation for joining the military?"

"Kill."

"Fiesty, I aspire to be like Leon Kennedy-"

Now you finally tilt your head to him. "-I thought he's cool back in middle school." You pursed your lips at his opinion, "He is." He looks at you with a sigh of relief that you finally gave him attention. "I want to look like him" he smiled at you

You scoffed and crossed your legs, "You look nothing like him." his smile drops.

Out of a sudden, your radio vibrated in your vest. "Dior, this is Ghost. Do you copy?" You raised your eyebrow and rotated the radio to reply, "Ghost, this is Dior with Commander 0-1, over." you released the button which made Graves smile, "You're a fast learner." he commented.

Your radio buzzed again, "Dior, Soap hasn't got a hold of the security cameras outside the gates. You need to lay low and coherent towards the southern gate. when you reach the main entrance from the inside, contact me. we'll send in men as you open the door. 10-4" You nodded as the buzzing stopped.

"What'd he say" He scooted over to you but you move away from him. "He told me to drop off from the southern gate because Soap hasn't taken over the cams." You tighten the straps in your chest and cracked your knuckles. "Shadow 2-3, you heard that?" Graves looked at the driver. "Copy that, Sir. No breaks." He gassed faster.

After a few minutes of the wheels crashing through mud and rocky roads, the car stopped at the designated area. you pulled down the built-in glasses from your helmet and open the door. "Dior," You turned to Graves whose in the car. He lent you a Mini-Uzi gun. you raised your eyebrow and slowly receive the gun he gave you. "Just in case, soldier." you paused for a moment and smiled. "Tango Mike, Commander." you proceed to run towards the gate. it was just a mile, they drop you off from far to avoid detection.

the sound of the car disappearing in the distance is followed by the muffled footstep from your running legs, you could feel your memory flooding back. the sight of you receiving multiple FBI certificates of honor, Chief Artofay assigning you to be his right hand, and your old agent friends cheering in the club waves over you. You are now unfortunately a sergeant. but it won't be long, because you own half of your country once. you will be back in the FBI seat as soon as possible. you will get the rank you deserve back. this is all will be just your playground.

You look up at the huge gate, it looks easy to climb over, at least for you. entering will be easy but surviving inside is the challenge. you took a deep breath and clocked the gun Graves gave you. pausing for a moment before tuning to your earpiece.

"Attention all stations, this is Dior from the southern gate going dark, over."

#phillip graves x reader #soap mactavish x reader #mw2 #task force 141 #cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #x reader

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buttersmama · 1 year

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CAST

Kang taehyun x male reader

Summary: y/n decorating taehyun's cast and him adoring y/n.

Tw: none, absolute fluff

Wc: 2.5k+

Taehyun was sitting on the couch with a thick cast and a very annoying boyfriend who was nagging him about how careful he should've been. Sighing he brought the boy in a hug saying a cute 'i missed you and this is the first thing you do when we're together?'

Y/n's heart melted at the action, then apologized for his behavior stating he was just worried about his lover. He pulled taehyun tighter against him burring his head into his hyunnie's neck.

Oh how he missed his lover's touch, his lover's scent, and the warmth he brought with him, y/n had always wondered how taehyun would always be so cozy and home-like.

Plopping a small kiss on the spot where his lips met taehyun's neck, y/n detached himself from his darling.

"What do you wanna do now?" Y/n asked taehyun.

"Maybe watch a movie or something? I really don't know. What does my y/n want to do tho?" He asked with a shit eating grin on his face as y/n flushed at the sudden affection.

His taehyun wasn't the one who'd often flirt and tease, y/n had always been doing all the flirting and teasing so when taehyun suddenly calls him 'my y/n' his heart flips and butterflies crowd his stomach.

"Yah! Stop it"

"Why? You never stop teasing me"

"That's different"

"How so?"

Y/n mutters a small 'because!' not having a definite answer. Taehyun chuckles silently while clutching his stomach.

"But seriously what do you wanna do babe?" Taehyun repeated his question.

Y/n let out a 'hum' thinking.

"Oh! How bout i decorate your cast?" Y/n suggested glancing at the dull white cast. Taehyun thought about it for a while thinking about how his team members would tease the shit out of him, irritated at the thought, he looked at y/n to reject his idea but reluctantly agreed on seeing literal stars in y/n's eyes.

Y/n beamed at him and went to his room after placing a quick peck alongside an adorable thank you. Taehyun sometimes still wonders how they managed to get together.

Y/n came back rushing with different colored pens and rhinestones and sat beside his lover and lifted his injured leg slowly, and settled on his lap, urging tae to rest his back against the handrest.

Y/n started with the rhinestones first arranging them and making an intricate pattern on the bottom side, then he took the colored pens and drew some small doodles like lil taehyun and y/n on a date, their cat (Mr. Baekyu) and wrote a tiny 'taehyun's mine' with mini hearts all over.

Taehyun on the other hand sat still and adored his boyfriend with a big grin and small eyes.

Y/n soon ran out of space to fill and looked at his darling.

"Done?"

"Yeah i guess, there's no space left anyway"

"Can we cuddle before i leave?"

"Ofcourse! Sorry for making you sit here bored"

"I wasn't bored at all though"

"How come?"

"My secret" taehyun replied. Y/n urged him to answer but he kept quiet and went to

y/n's bedroom ignoring his playful questions.

Taehyun lay down first and waited for his lover to join him. Before long, y/n was already snuggled behind his boyfriend with arms wrapped around his waist.

Abrupt ending ik but i had nothing to write after this.

#txt #tomorrow by together #txt post #txt x male reader #txt x reader #male reader #txt yeonjun #txt beomgyu #choi soobin #kang taehyun #taehyun #txt taehyun x male reader #txt taehyun #x male reader #mlm #gay #injury #fluff #cast

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maria-ruta · 18 days

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Any role playing character ideas you've wanted to use or tryout that you've never had the opportunity to use? If not favorite role-playing system you've played with?

oh yeah just recently I had an idea for a character who's furry snow goat, like these guys:

probably ranger, and their special skill is thatthey can climb mountains/walls very well hahaha

I have no idea what kind of race it would be though lol. maybe homebrew type of minotaur idk "shrug"

tbh I never was very into systems or understanding all little details about them BUUUUT

I HAD SO MUCH FUN playing the Scum and Villainy system (is it how its called?...) for the space bounty hunters game with Blueberry!

I LOVED STRESS POINTS!!!!!! that you could spend to overcome some stuff or to postfact add something like "oh actually my character uuuh DIDNT forget to take the rope!" and that if you run out of your stress points - your character will get some psychic trauma that would have unpleasant concicuances >:)

and same with physical trauma too

it was very fun and i loved the potential of it but unfortunatelly we didn't play long and the game got canseled... too bad I was hoping Berry would get some aditional mental issues and loose some limb along the way but oh well... someday he prolly will :)

for example there was a moment in the game, after completing the mission, unfortunatelly some other guys' ship got blown up by "bad guy" and we couldn't save them, but there was one survivor who got badly injured but was still alive. Our nurse Black ( @tench-art 's character ) was going to save this guy and I wanted to offer help, but the I looked at Berry's stress points (which he had none left at this point) and realised that he is just tiny lil bitty step from loosing it and having unfixable mental trauma and I was like "nope. he leaves it to Black, and goes straight into his ship and sits there looking into the void for an hour or so"

even had a doodle for it:

I thought it was fun that you had to keep track not only physical health but mental too!

#Blueberry #scum and villainy #ask #asks #black #my art #my ocs

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lynsneakersart · 21 days

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Since y'all are sleeping on my Tetovage masterpost, I'm going to post them all individually with extra tidbits of info and there's nothing you can do about it!!

Eleventh is Psychic!

More info under the cut.

Psychic!! For the Pokemon, I initially wanted to have Chimecho! Lil friend!! But, when I decided to do two Tetos, that changed pretty fast. I kept changing my mind on SVs Pokemon until I ended up on Cosmog. I'd already had the idea in mind before I drew it out. I didn't want the Pokemon I picked to influence the designs (that includes Fire, that was just perfect tho tbh)

For the designs themselves, I was going off of my disappointment from the actual Psychic design for Miku in Project Voltage. Not that it's a bad design, it's cute, but it doesn't... look like a Psychic type to me, imo. Even now when I think of it, I think it's the Normal design.

But, yeah! For both Tetos, the ideas were almost immediate. Magician & S P A C E.

Magician for Utau because why not. The skirt+tights were removed for pants for a better silhouette. The tophat was removed because I didn't want it to read like Utau was SV, since SV has an accessory on the left side of her head/hair at all times.

I just finished Pokemon X for the first time late last year, despite having the game for over a decade, and I was absolutely enamoured by Olympia's cape and Gym design. Very pretty. I love space. While drawing, I thought the design felt a little empty, and I was thinking about Persona 3 and angry about Reload and excluding Kotone (the female MC from P3P), so I added in the Tarot Card number she had as her pin in her hair. I thought it was XXI when I did the phone doodle, but corrected it in the final, as you can see lmfao.

#重音テト #kasane teto #teto #tetovage #pokemon

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ashiemochi · 1 year

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heya ashie <3 ignore if not allowed but I was curious if you could share a lil drabble of Leon celebrating So Ah on her birthday (or literally any other special occasion), I miss them <3

"Leon, please, I wanna sleeep~"

"No time, birthday girl. Jetlag nap can wait."

The Han girl only drawled out a whine from beneath her blankets, earning a chuckle from her boyfriend. Having just returned from her assignment with the BSAA, all she wanted was to sleep for three days to recover from the mission.

But Leon wanted her up and ready for her birthday already -- that passed while she was with the BSAA. He even made breakfast as she was waking up, passing by the front door as she went. She barely glanced at the boxes and bags of gifts that sat by the door -- gifts from her family.

She could only guess that a box or two were new paint, new sets of clothes from Minji, and most likely another gigantic canvas from Jaehyun. The rest were a surprise -- as gifts usually were.

Leon's affection today was on a new level. Sure, So Ah experienced it before but today, it made her feel extra special.

As she drank from her mug of mocha, she licked her lips and looked over at Leon who was putting the dishes away. He already gave her a gorgeous butterfly hairpin, a new set of pencils of different sizes and a sketchbook as she had mentioned before that she was running out of space to doodle.

But he seemed a bit too excited to take her out.

"Leon?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we going somewhere?"

A chuckle.

"Of course, we are. It's your birthday."

A whine.

"Can't we spend it at home? Watch movies or - oh! You can paint with me!"

Leon looked at her with a smile, wiping his hands away with a towel as he walked up to her. Tossing the towel aside, he leaned down on the counter with his arms, tilting his head slightly to the side with a faint smile.

"How about this; I take you to see your big gift then when we get back home, you can teach me how to paint," Leon suggested, earning a small giggle from her.

"Okay, where are we going? Just so I can know what to wear." So Ah asked innocently but Leon read through her trick very quickly.

Leon snorted, shaking his head as he straightened up and took her empty mug, "Nice try, Picasso."

"Ugh, fineee," She huffed lightheartedly as she got up and then walked around the counter to his side as he was washing the mug. She stood on her tiptoes to plant a quick peck on his scar, causing him to grin as he heard her footsteps skip out and up the stairs.

So Ah was an artist who preferred old art rather than modern ones; like Vincent Van Gogh -- her utter favourite. Leon knew what she liked more but also knew she's been trying to step out of her comfort zone recently.

She just didn't like the way she was painting lights or skyscrapers.

Leon thought all she needed was an inspiration -- and so, to the Artechouse Museum he took her.

At first, So Ah was a bit confused as she had never known about this museum before but he could tell from her eyes that she was excited to see art. She had her sketchbook and pencil with her to try and recreate some art but what she did not know...

"Oh, my God."

All the exhibits were glowing. Literally. Just gigantic walls of immersive art of bright colours that reminded her of some futuristic city. She never liked neon colours, but the way they were contrasting greatly with the dark rooms made her never want to blink her eyes.

Leon stood next to her, watching the glowing clouds of pink, blue, yellow, and white float around. She looked up at him in awe but had no words and he felt his lips twitch at the childish glow in her doe eyes.

"You didn't..." She trailed away, remembering telling him about her issue with painting lights.

Leon chuckled, "Oh, but I did."

He should've known she'd pull a Green Life when she started speeding through every exhibit, but instead of her going alone like she usually does when her emotions skyrocket, her hand was holding his as she would let out astonished sounds at each art piece. Some were immersive.

Like the exhibit with beautiful pastel colours and lilies. The girl would wave her arm, and the flowers and swirly colours would follow.

Another exhibit was purely glowing blue crystals, grass, candles - you name it. They'd move and shift their form like a mirror or sway as if a gust of wind rushed inside.

Leon thought she had enough when she had her sketchbook out to doodle a quick sketch of the city on the wall -- but he had one more exhibit to show her.

Setting a hand on her arm, he caught her attention and he nodded his head to the side with a small grin, "C'mon, there's one last thing I need to show you."

She let him lead her through the corridor of luminescent colours before they reached a massive dark room. From there, So Ah went completely speechless, releasing Leon's hand as she entered the room. The exhibit was called In Peak Bloom.

While the background was a mixture of white, blue and dark blue, the thousands upon thousands of vibrantly coloured flowers made everything pop more. They were flowing and moving around aimlessly but the moment she stopped in the middle, it seemed as if the exhibit started tracking her movements -- and soft melodic music started playing in the back.

Slowly she'd raise her hand and a wind of flowers would go up, swirling in circles. With each move she made, making the colours mix, a trail of piano notes would be heard, going along with the plants.

And she heard her heartbeat pounding against her ribs, dropped her arms and the flowers went down before scattering around at the impact.

Leon stood next to her with an intrigued look, choosing to try and move the petals and they ended up tracking his movement too. So Ah looked up at him similar to a puppy dog looking at its owner.

"Okay, this is very impressive. What do you think of this?" Leon asked, eyes set on the flow of the art piece and when he heard nothing, he looked down at her, "So Ah?"

Her cinnamon eyes were practically glistening, gazing up at him with utter awe. She was overwhelmed. She didn't know what to say -- so she didn't speak. Instead, her hand went to his, gently tugging him down to press her lips against his.

His free hand went up to her jawline, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss and she felt him smile against the liplock. When they pulled away, Leon pushed back a strand of her hair behind her ear, a soft loving look on his face.

"Happy birthday, buttercup."

She was happy they didn't spend her birthday at home -- she'd choose this moment over anything any day.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil infinite darkness #leon kennedy #dbd fanfic #resident evil fandom #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy imagines #resident evil memes #dbd memes #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon scott kennedy #leon scott kennedy smut #Spotify

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hyah-lian · 2 years

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Drabble/doodle prompt: Wild introduces Wind to Hestu! Hope you feel better soon!

Ehehehe I had fun writing this. Thank you (both for the prompt and for the well wishes)

I was torn between ideas of either music stuff or bein lil shits so I kinda did both. C:

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Wild leaned into the slope of the hill as he climbed. Wind followed at a jog close behind.

"He isn't normally around here much anymore, but I really hope he is so you can meet him," Wild's smile was nearly as blinding as the sun shining behind him.

"Yeah," Wind puffed, "I hope he is! This hill sucks!"

Wild laughed and doubled back behind Wind. The smaller hero braced himself for a playful shove or steering hands on his shoulders to encourage him up the hill.

Instead he was swept entirely off his feet with a shout of alarm as Wild ducked low and hoisted the Hero of Winds onto his shoulders and ran full sprint up the slope.

Wind shrieked and Wild cackled, unbothered by the hands over his face and field of vision. Wild could hear the shak-shaka of Hestu's instruments just ahead. Luck held out for them today.

"WOAH! THATS THE TALLEST KOROK I HAVE EVER SEEN!"

Wild slung Wind over his shoulder and planted the younger and all his giggling onto the ground between himself and his giant korok friend.

"Ya-ha-ha! Link! You're back, friend!"

"Only for a little bit! This is Wind! Show him your shak-shak-shaks!" Wild motioned. Hestu told him several times, but the word kept slipping his mind. Then, one night Legend pulled out something similar and Wind had jumped in excitement and said something about them.

"Maracas!" Wind shouted. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, wrist flicking in mimic of his conducting motions.

"Yeah!" Hestu was absorbed in the excited energy flowing through the other two and danced out a little show to Wind's delight.

"Here, I still have some of these. Hestu is amazing at," Wild furrowed his brow for a second grasping for the first few words, his memory was still slowly improving but still struggled with some aphasia now and then, "storage management and upgrade implementation."

Wind smiled and cupped his hands to take the small golden items Wild summoned from the digital storage of the slate.

"It'll come in handy, Hestu do you mind? I need a lot more space for food and ingredients lately."

"Yes! More space for more seeds?" Hestu took the offered slate after Wild opened the back cover, exposing several small slots and cards.

"A double sized card to replace this one, for 16 korok seeds?"

"That sounds fair, thank you!" Wild nudged Wind to hand over the seeds.

Though, Wind had one of his puzzled looks on his face. Wild nudged him again while Hestu worked on trading out the storage unit.

"Wild, what exactly are these?" Wind's nose wrinkled.

"Korok seeds. Hestu collects them for other work in the forest." Wild shrugged.

"EUGH! KOROK SEEDS?!" Wind dropped the small collection and shook his hands, looking mortified. "WILD! YOU TOLD ME THAT STUFF IS MANURE!"

Wild shrugged again. Hestu handed the slate back and danced a spell while the slate rebooted. Wind's eyes went round as saucers before narrowing at Wild.

"Don't forget to pay the Korok," Wild laughed and gave Hestu a cheeky salute before sprinting off down the hill to escape Wind's retaliation.

"WILD! YOU-" Wind stopped two steps into the chase. He scooped up the korok seeds and pressed them into Hestu's hands before taking off down the hill.

#lu tag #linked universe #linked universe fic #lu fic #wind lu #lu wind #lu wild #wild lu #shenanigans. the boys and their shenanigans

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doodlingdilemma · 10 months

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Just did a lil warm vibes makeover after I finally drew a quick icon for myself

I'm proud of myself for doing that, because I usually never bother to do that

I love my sona and I love to doodle them, but something just holds me off when I want to represent me and do something nice with my posting space for some unknown reason

So yeah I actually think this is nice

#dilemma rambles about things no one really cares about

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pineappleciders · 1 year

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ayoo matchups are open!!

I don't want to like, flood you with requests and all kjfhdsfkdsfhd so sorry if you've got a lot in your inbox. But I just couldn't pass up the opportunity for a fun little matchup! Anyways, here's a little bit about me!

-> I'm mspec, so I'm fine with being matched up with anyone in the OMOgang (however I lean towards men/masc-alined genders)

-> I use she/her/hers, they/them/their, it/it/its, li/lil/lilas, and sometimes voi/void/voids pronouns

-> I'm genderdoe/genderfae (well really a subset of that gender, but people know genderfae better)

-> As for my personality, I start off pretty quiet around most people. I'm neurodivergent, and don't want to risk saying something 'stupid.' So, I keep my mouth shut. But once I learn someone isn't going to judge, I can go on for hours about my special interest, which happens to be character/OC creation. I'm pretty damn creative if I do say so myself!

-> I can get really loud and say some really stupid stuff, and I love it when others can do the same. By stupid, I don't mean 'hot takes' or anything, more so that I forgot the word for grey and called it dark white.

-> I have a very strong sense of right and wrong, even if to some people it's a little skewed (AKA 'murder is okay in some situations'). However, I struggle to actually stand up for myself when people go against me due to an intense fear of getting yelled at. Yippee!

-> Right. Fears. I'm scared of worms. :)

-> I do actually run a few headcanon/writing blogs for different fandoms. I won't be sharing them because they ~suck~ but oh well. I actually really, really love writing and have an Ao3 account for it.

Now for some fun facts that I couldn't flesh out into paragraphs!

-> I love giving and receiving physical touch as a love language

-> I'm about 168 cm (5'5")

-> I'm on my laptop 24/7 (mainly Tumblr)

-> I love space. And Saturn... :))))

-> OLD BALLGOWNS AND NIGHTGOWNS 11/10

-> I have a bob cut, but I'm hoping to get it that hair that curls up at the end. Y'know that old fashioned stuff? Yeah, that.

-> KEL AND HERO BEST CHARACTERS

Okay I'm gonna stop info-dumping on you now haha. Sorry if this was too much information! Lol.

-🪐

A/N: dont worry i dont mind one bit!! i love hearing people talk about whatever. i honestly couldn't decide who i saw you with better, so i did two characters separately!!

I MATCH YOU WITH...

RW AUBREY and RW KEL!!!!

as for AUBREY, she's also kind of quiet around people she doesn't know well, so it'll take some time for you two to get to know each other

as you get closer, though, she starts caring for you more and goes lengths to protect you

you two both have strong opinions on what's right and wrong, and she really likes that about you

she's sure to not raise her voice around you, and if she slips up or gets angry then she apologizes deeply and feels awful about it

she chuckles in amusement if you say some stupid shit like dark white, that's one of the many things she likes about you

AUBREY relates to the fear of being scared of blurting something out or saying dumb things. but the two of you slowly try to overcome it, one step at a time

if you bring up a blog or your writing hobby she wants to know more about it and potentially read some stuff, but she doesn't pressure you or anything

i like to think AUBREY also really likes space so u guys will just like. stargaze together a lot on the picnic blanket by the lake

likes seeing your characters and hearing about them,, i think she's the type to memorize everything you said and start doodling the character on her schoolwork or something as if it's her own

i personally headcanon AUBREY as about 5'9", and sometimes she uses you as a personal armrest (KEL also does the same, more often on your head than your shoulder cuz he's like 6'0" or something)

as for KEL, i think you two click very well

he's kinda scared to push your or cross your boundaries, so don't be surprised if he kind of separates himself from you for awhile

he's used to being called stupid or pushy, so it'll help if you reassure him (and he'll do the same for you!!)

KEL is similar to you in the way that he has a very strong sense of justice, and what's right and wrong. but, different to you, he's the first one to step up and defend himself/you and state what he thinks is right

you mention anything about your OCs or writing or anything that interests you at all?? he wants to hear everything about it

he might get a lil distracted and space out but he really does want to listen, he thinks ur creativity is incredibly awesome and he's always in awe of it

you two come up with chaotic ideas sometimes together like ur,,, conspiring like evil scientists or some shit. sometimes you both blurt out the same thing on accident like ur on the same wavelength

KEL's love language is also physical touch, so he'll always be leaning on you, holding your wrist, wrapped his arm around you, etc. if you two are cuddling or something he probably has to get up and move around a lot

he's gotten a lot better with staying still (when he was 12 he had to be moving and doing something constantly), but he still needs to get the wiggles out every now and then

#omori x reader #omori aubrey #omori kel #kel omori #aubrey omori #aubrey x reader #kel x reader #omori matchups #omori matchup #omori kel x reader #kel omori x reader #aubrey omori x reader #omori aubrey x reader #omori headcanons #omori fandom

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