#or black cat cause of your general vibes

[bookyeom]

pairing: mingyu x reader word count: 3k warnings: kissing, swearing, Mingyu being a simp

Author’s Note: this fic is part of the Thirteen Valentines event, but can be read as a standalone! also, i would suggest listening to the song listed below to get a feel for the vibe of the fic, but it’s not necessary. (Also, this fic in particular references the iconic 1987 film Some Kind of Wonderful, but I think I explained it well enough for someone who may not have seen it! However, if you haven’t seen it… Watch it. In my opinion, it tops all of those “must-see” movies like Sixteen Candles, etc. I adore this movie. The OG friends-to-lovers.)

nothin’ on you by b.o.b., bruno mars

they might say hi and i might say hey but you shouldn’t worry about what they say ’cause they’ve got nothing on you, babe

You groan as the doorbell rings, your eyes finding the time on your phone. You’d just settled in with your bunny pajamas and your rattiest, biggest, comfiest sweater, and you really don't want to move now. What you want is to disappear into the couch that you’d spent way too much money on, under your favourite blanket, and mindlessly scroll through social media videos of cats for hours while pretending you aren't perpetually single on the holiday of love. 

As much as you try to ignore it, the ringing only becomes more persistent, mixed with obnoxious, intermittent knocking. You groan again and stand up, making your way over to the door in annoyance. There are only a handful of people who would dare to be so irritating — Soonyoung if he wanted food, Chan if he wanted to show you a new dance routine, or… 

“Mingyu?”

“Hi,” he says brightly, and your brain short circuits. He looks as wonderful as always, black hoodie and sweats, eyes warm as he waits for you to reply like a normal human. 

You know that the right answer would be a greeting in response, but all you can think to say instead is, “It’s Valentine’s Day?” When Mingyu’s face falls a little bit, you hurry to explain yourself. “I mean… Do you not have plans?” 

Admittedly, that response isn’t much better, but you genuinely don't know the answer to your own question. You had just assumed that he did have plans — you hadn’t even considered the possibility of him being alone today, honestly. You hadn’t really wanted to think too much about it. It wasn’t like it’d be hard for funny, kind, Adonis-among-men Mingyu to find a date. All he had to do was smile at any man or woman in his general vicinity and they’d be under his spell. 

You know first hand what that feels like.

Your best friend showing up at your door on February 14th has replayed a thousand times in your brain. You’ve been head over heels in love with him for years now. The fantasy usually consists more of him in a tuxedo holding a huge bouquet of roses, proclaiming his love for you before kissing you passionately, but you can’t deny that you like this casual, tuxedo-less Mingyu just as much — if not more. He’s just… Mingyu. Soft and warm in that hoodie that you love, holding a box of your favourite pizza in one hand, a bag of who knows what else in the other.

“Do you not want me here?” He pouts, and you cave.

You sigh, but a smile makes its way to your face regardless. “Of course I do, Gyu. I just thought you had plans, that’s all.”

“I do,” he counters. “With you.”

You ignore the flutter in your stomach at his words, ignore the soft smile he sends your way when you move aside to let him in. “Alright, then… Let’s be single as hell on Valentine’s Day, together.” 

Mingyu beams, stepping past you and into the apartment. 

“Movie?” He suggests as he slips off his shoes and immediately makes his way to the kitchen with the pizza. You hear the sound of cupboards opening and closing as he makes his way around with ease, like he knows where everything is like the back of his hand. Because he does. Your heart stutters a bit in your chest at the reminder of how well he fits into your life, how well he knows your apartment.

He knows you pretty well, too, which is actually a big part of the reason you’re so surprised that he’d shown up today. 

Because anyone who knows you knows that you’re in love with Kim Mingyu. Even new people who spend just five minutes with the two of you can tell, and you’re basically a pro at dismissing the couple questions by now. It seems the entire world can tell you’re head over heels except for the man himself, and you really don’t understand how he seems to have absolutely no clue. If he did, you don’t think he’d be so cruel as to suggest spending Valentine’s Day together. 

And yet here he is, moving around your house like it’s his house, too.

He has no idea, you remind yourself. He’s just alone on Valentine’s Day, and he likes spending time with you. That’s all.

You busy yourself setting up in the living room, making room on your side table for the pizza and whatever else he’d brought. You catch sight of yourself in the reflection of the TV and grimace. Theoretically, you’re both dressed casually, so you shouldn’t feel underdressed for this impromptu hangout. But in reality, Mingyu looks better than everyone else all the time, no matter what he’s wearing. He reappears a few moments later looking every bit the part of an athleisure model with the pizza box, a bottle of wine, and a box of your favourite chocolates in hand.

“A heart-shaped box of Lindt?” You can’t help but blurt out. It isn’t unlike Mingyu to bring your favourite snacks to movie night, but it’s Valentine’s Day, and the chocolates are in a heart-shaped box.

“It was on sale,” he shrugs in response, settling down on the couch, and you want so badly to question the peculiar choice further. You don’t.

You hand him the remote, grabbing the blanket from where it had fallen on the floor at your abrupt departure from the couch while he puts a movie on. He seems to know exactly what he’s looking for, which is interesting considering he’s one of the most indecisive people you’ve ever met.

“What are we watching?” You ask. “Action? Thriller?”

Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, his other arm already outstretched for you to fall back against. You settle in next to him, pulling your knees up and draping the blanket over the both of you.

“I thought we could do something a bit different tonight,” he finally answers after a pause, and you look up at him in surprise. 

“Like what?”

He simply nods his chin towards the TV, where the opening scenes of the movie he’s chosen are beginning to play. You recognize the title immediately: Some Kind of Wonderful. 

Your heart leaps into your throat.

You’re not sure what to make of this. You’ve never seen the movie, but you know the premise of it: two best friends falling in love. This has to be a joke. You can’t help it as your entire body stiffens, and you tell yourself to relax. 

You can’t.

“Why?” You finally blurt out. Your chest feels tight. You don’t know if you’re reading far too much into it, but when have you ever watched a romance movie together? You’ve expressly made sure that you didn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Mingyu replies. “Thought it would be nice.”

You’re looking at him again, eyebrows knit together in confusion. He finally acknowledges you with raised eyebrows of his own, meeting your eyes briefly before motioning to the TV with his chin.

“Can you just watch it? It’s a good movie, I promise. Give it a chance.”

You nod slowly, doing as he asks, but you can barely focus for the next hour. Everything has been so strange; the movie choice, the way he’d shown up with wine and chocolate — all of which could have been excused, maybe, if it wasn't for the fact that Mingyu is acting strange, too. He’s normally so pliant against you during movie nights, so clingy. But tonight, despite your closeness on the couch, all he does is rest his arm loosely around your shoulders. No fingers tracing your skin, no pulling you against his side, no getting distracted by your hair and attempting to make a shitty braid with it. No maneuvering his own body so that he’s the one with his head in your lap. It feels like he’s holding his breath, like he’s waiting for something.

What in the world is going on?

It’s excruciating, but you try to focus. You’re almost there when the ending scene begins to play, but your whole body is still tense. You watch as the main characters, Keith and Watts, finally kiss in the middle of the street, and you think you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. You swear Mingyu has tensed up beside you, but you don’t take your eyes off of the screen as Keith finally speaks his confession. 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, well, you’re stupid,” comes the words from Watts, and you suddenly feel tears pricking at the back of your eyelids. This all feels a little too real. Why did he put this on? What the fuck is Mingyu playing at? 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” At Keith’s last words of dialogue from the screen, you feel Mingyu’s grip on your shoulder tighten. 

“You never asked,” Watts replies, teasing, and you can’t take it anymore. You turn to your best friend, eyes wide, and he slowly moves to turn off the TV.

The atmosphere in the room has shifted dramatically, and you can’t look away from him, frozen. You can’t utter a single word. He’s picking at a piece of thread on his sweatpants, eyes downcast as he avoids your gaze. 

It hits you like a brick, the reason why he’s being so strange. It’s because he’s nervous. 

There’s no way. 

A million thoughts race through your mind, a million reasons why going down this road could be a bad idea. But you have to ask — you have to know.

“Why didn’t you have plans tonight, Gyu?”

He meets your eyes again, and you can barely breathe. His gaze holds firm, intense, as he says, “Because I wanted to have plans with you.”

“On Valentine’s Day?” The insinuation of your words is clear, and you know that Mingyu understands exactly what you’re asking.

His eyes remain steady on yours as he replies, easily, “Yes.”

So simple. Certain. Sure. 

You remind yourself to breathe, gathering all the courage that’s left in you to speak again. “‘Why didn’t you tell me?’”

You watch Mingyu’s face as you repeat the words from the movie, your voice trembling just the slightest bit. He’s really looking at you now, a soft smile on his face at your words, and your heart leaps into your throat. He’s stunning. He’s always stunning, but the way he’s looking at you right now has you feeling like you’re walking on air. His gaze is so warm, and you don’t want to look away from him ever again.

“‘You never asked.’”

“Neither did you.” Your words are your own now, and Mingyu nods, using the arm around your shoulders to pull you in against his chest. You flush as he draws you towards him, and you briefly wonder if you’re dreaming.

“You’re right.” He gazes down at you fondly, and your hand lifts tentatively to his jaw. He nuzzles into your fingers, turning to gently kiss your palm, and your eyes don’t leave his mouth. His free hand lifts to rest on top of yours, before he softly runs his fingers down your arm and up to your shoulder, your neck, your face.  

“‘I knew you were stupid’,” you quote cheekily from the movie script again. Mingyu’s lips break into a wide smile as he lets out a surprised laugh, canines on full display as he beams. 

Then he’s using his whole body to pull you into him, silencing your own giggles with a kiss. 

Your breath is caught in pleasant surprise, and you can feel him smiling against your mouth. You’re impressed with how quickly you’re able to respond after your brain factory resets, the feeling of his lips on yours stunning you for only a moment before you react. Your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging softly and earning a pleased hum from him. His teeth gently sink into your lower lip in retaliation, and you can feel your entire body react to it. His hands find your hips, helping move you so that you’re in his lap. All you can feel is him as he pulls you in closer and closer, kissing you like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. He finally breaks away to kiss along your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, before moving to slowly press one final kiss at the base of your throat, and you can feel goosebumps spread across your skin at the featherlight touch. 

“I love you,” he whispers softly, and you lower your chin to meet his eyes. You can’t help the giddy smile that’s broken out at his words, and you feel a bit like you’re soaring as he continues, “I’m in love with you. I really am, and I need you to know that.” His hands slide under the hem of your shirt, his fingers gently massaging the skin there, and your forehead falls to his. 

“Mingyu…”

He hums, and you pull back to look at him, your fingers moving to softly trace every part of his face. You’ve long since committed him to memory, but one more time can’t hurt. He waits for a moment before he lets out a whine, burying his face into your collarbone.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

You let out a giggle. “Why?”

“Because I’m shy.”

You let out a snort, and Mingyu pulls away to pout up at you. Your fingers gently brush over his lips, his nose, his cheeks, and you can tell he wants to hide again, but he doesn’t.

“I love you too,” you say softly, and his pout is gone. “I have for a really long time now.”

He surges forward to press another kiss to your mouth, and you can’t help but gasp into it. You can tell he’s satisfied with himself as he smiles, pulling back just to say, “Guess we’re both stupid then, huh?” 

You laugh, and you can almost feel the happiness radiating off of him as his arms fold around your back, pulling you back in and resting his head in the crook of your shoulder. Your hands move to wrap around his shoulders, your head softly falling to rest atop his.

“Oh my god,” you hear him mumble after a few moments of silence. You hum in question, and he moves to look up at you again. “I’m so excited to date you,” he says, his face full of genuine joy. You can feel yourself flush crimson as he continues, “I’m going to date you so hard. You can’t stop me. I’m going to hold your hand all the damn time, you have no idea.” 

“I can’t fucking wait, boyfriend.”

A/N: thank you so much to everyone for all the love on the other fics so far :) Here’s the fifth of our Thirteen Valentines just in time for the holiday/Carat Day! Who better to celebrate with than Kim Mingyu himself? Special shoutout and dedication to the best girl @tae-bebe, who fell victim to the Mingyu enemies-to-lovers trope irl :) xx

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[thesirencult]

X-MAS WITH YOUR FS.

PART 1 : UNDER

THE MISTLETOE

Kisses With Your FS

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We are in a holiday mood ladies and gents! I decided to create a series of holiday readings centered around our FS. The kiss under the mistletoe, what gift your future spouse would buy you, spending holidays with them, a Christmas getaway etc.

Sit back with your hot cocoa and relax !

Santa came early this year 🦌

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PILE 1

Kissing with your FS feels like home. Their hands wrapped around your waist remind you of hallmark movies you watched when you were a young kid, fantasizing about that kiss under the mistletoe.

Your FS is gentle and caring. They are all sugar, no spice and their kisses show just that.

Love, adoration and dedication. Your FS will kiss you slowly. Sometimes they will steal a kiss while putting up the lights and while you are baking cookies. They will always keep it PG, especially if others are present.

Your FS reminds me of Ryan from Castle. He is honourable, simple and affectionate yet super smart and ready to kick some a$$ if he needs to. They could actually look like him or if they are a woman they will be fair skinned and have light eyes, even if they are brown they will be on the lighter side. Also, if they are a woman they would be a lot like Sookie from True Blood.

Remember what I said about the spice? I take it back, a tiny bit. They can get spicy but in the most sweetest way. They are good boys/girls/theys. The type you take home to mama. They could even work in the military/fire department/police force.

Kissing them will make you feel safe and secure. No one would ever be able to take that feeling away from you both. Give em a peck from me too. They for sure deserve it !

Under the mistletoe they will get giddy and excited. Their smile is amazing, like Colgate type of smile and you will love seeing how happy they get around you and right before they kiss you. They will look like a schoolgirl/schoolboy, a kid stealing a cookie from the jar. Stealing kisses is how they will show how naughty they are. I just know who wears the pants in this relationship and news flash, it is not them, lol.

PILE 2

I can tell you one thing before I say anything about kissing.

Your FS finds you adorable. See that cat in the picture ? All cuddled up, not a care in the world, not a single thought behind those sleepy eyes.

Within every room you are the main event, at least for them. Actually, your FS will love kissing you when you are sleepy.

In general, the way you will find safety in their arms and ignore the whole world will drive them crazy. This shows me that your the way your FS kisses will make you feel loved and safe. It will also make you feel like a playful kitten. Your FS could be masculine (doesn't have to be a man) and they will make you feel safe to express your vulnerability and femininity.

They will not only love kissing your lips, they will love kissing your whole face and your hands/fingers. They will want to eat you up.

For them it will be pretty funny you melt into their arms cause you could be a very feisty person but with them you turn into a big baby.

I'm seeing a meme with a cat fighting with another cat and then going back to their mother and cuddling up like a baby.

Others will be like "Girl/boy/they who are you trying to fool?" And your person will say "Shhh they are sleeping. Don't mess with my baby." Meanwhile, over their shoulder you give the other person a hiss, lol.

Are you my "black cat 🐈‍⬛ energy" pile ? Well your person might be a whole tiger cause they seem to be thinking you are harmless and deserve every little kiss. This is giving "I'm a bad boy but I'll be good only with you." trope. Also, major Morticia and Gomez vibes. Height difference might be huge.

(Yup, that below is indeed you.)

#astrology #tarot reading #tarot #pick a card #pick a pile #level up journey #pac reading #pick a photo #pick a picture #soulmate #intuitive messages #psychic

[kekaki-cupcakes]

hello!! Hope you’re doing well!!

could you please do a Leo x mortal reader cafe au like the Connor stoll one? And could the reader be a Greek mythology nerd also please have a little brother who she’ll randomly quiz about the Olympian gods?

have a nice day 😚😚

heyyy i didn't get your whole request in but i got the vibe dw and also kind of made a moodpboard for it cause I loved the whole aesthetic and no one requests mood boards <3 LISTEN TO EXPRESSO BY SABRINA!

Leo Valdez x Reader--- cafe au

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“Hello,” you said, looking up from your screen for a millisecond, “what can I get you today?”

When whoever it was ordering didn’t respond, you raised an eyebrow, hand hovering over the digital menu. The boy frowned at the screen above your head where it listed all the different drinks. He had the nicest brown curls, you noticed, and looked back down before he caught you staring. 

He tapped his fingers quickly on the counter. Sabrina Carpenter's new song was playing over the cafe speakers. It sounded like summer.

“How many espresso shots are you legally allowed to put in one drink?” The boy asked with a crackly voice. He had dark smudges under his eyes. And on his hands. Huh. You really needed a camera to look into at times like this, for comedic effect. Like the office.

“About six,” you said, dropping your customer service voice with a shrug, and opened up a new order on the tablet, your bracelets jingling. “What can I get you today?” 

You loved your bracelets. Some were from that second hand store down the street full of goths and grandmas where you’d bought yet another version of the Odyssey yesterday, and the rest were from your little brother. 

You never admitted it to anyone, but he’d made them based on all your favorite Greek gods. The ones you were wearing today had pomegranate seed charms and antler horn patterns.  

His eyes widened considerably. They were brown. And sparkly. “What happened to your voice?”

You squinted at him. Someone else came into the cafe with three little dogs stuffed into their giant handbag. 

“That was my customer service voice.” Your brain was finally receiving enrichment in messing with this cute greasy boy. You put it on again, paired with a fake smile. “What can I get for you today?” 

He chuckled, and hitched a giant canvas tote bag over his shoulder. There was a giant inked cat with butterfly wings on it, and a long metal pipe sticking out the back. You had a feeling this boy would steal your name if he got ahold of it, or trap you in a ring of flowers deep in a forest.

“Uh,” he trailed off, and then winked, scrunching up his entire face. “Surprise me.”

You blinked at him. How entirely helpful. You watched him pull an entire fucking old fashioned pocketwatch out of his pocket to check the time. 

Medium was the most commonly ordered size of drink, so you selected that, and then a caramel latte with whipped cream. You had that knack that every person in your generation seemed to have been born with. 

Selecting random objects and flavors to match someone’s vibe precisely. You just happened to be a barista. 

For instance, this talkative sleep deprived boy was rocky road slices with peanuts in them, and torn open sugar packets, and caramel. Your coworker, Lou Ellen, who was wiping down tables behind the handbag dog man, was those butterfly shaped ice-cubes and home brewed black coffee from a saucepan and dragon fruit juices.                            And that thick book on Greek mythology she’d bought you for your birthday last year [she’d nicked it from the library and peeled the sticker off]. 

“Four dollars and sixty cents,” you said patronizingly, in your customer service voice. He grinned like you had just invented the funniest inside joke ever, and handed over five dollars in fifty cents coins.

“Keep the change.”

You printed out the receipt and reached for a medium sized cup and the ballpoint pen from a uni campus open day, after pocketing the generous tip of forty cents and a paperclip. 

What a gentleman. “Name?” 

“Leo Valdez, super sized Mcshizzle, bad boy supreme,” Leo Valdez super sized Mcshizzle bad boy supreme said happily, as one of the handbag dogs escaped the bag and started chewing on his laces. 

You desperately needed that camera to look into now. You should be the star of a sitcom at this point, with you as the tired main character dealing with silly customers while desperately longing to go home and read your books, Lou Ellen as the hilarious trashy best friend, Will [your coworker who was currently taking out the trash] as the angry bisexual lumped with the night shift crew, and your little brother, who would pop in at random times in each episode to deliver the punchline.  

Instead of letting the credits roll, unfortunately, you scribbled out an unintelligible scrawl to represent the complete nonsense you were supposed to instead. Your smile was strained this time. “I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Leo [you assumed that was his name] beamed. “Thanks!”

It was only as you frothed the milk and tried not to burn your fingertips on the spout did you realize that the song was still going. Lou must’ve looped it, as she did with every song ever until she got sick of it and hated it. 

You nodded your head and tipped the bubbling milk into the cup, reaching for the tube of caramel sauce. “Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya, I know I Mountain Dew it for ya.” 

“That morning coffee, brewed it for ya.” You rolled your eyes to no one and tipped the extra caramel sauce into it. It was ten o'clock at night, and your shift had just started. Morning coffees meant college students rushing in at two a.m. so they could finish their projects. 

You shook up the whipped cream. “One touch and I brand-newed it for ya.” 

One of the most satisfying parts of your job, apart from spinning around and introducing yourself as the manager [you are not the manager] when someone demands to see the manager [who comes in once a month, looks around, and leaves again], is the whipped cream. The sound of it and the little pattern it makes just itches a scratch. 

You smile as you finish the swirl, which sinks into the cup of espresso shots and caramel milk. You spin around, “now he’s thinkin’ ‘bout me every night, oh…”   

“Is it that sweet? I guess so,” you hum under your breath, and ducking the spray bottle Lou Ellen launches over your head, you stick a straw in the cup and walk to the bench, where Will’s serving the man with three purse dogs a jelly donut. 

Leo’s digging through his bag while you wait, not bothering to rush him and leave the 24/7 rip off starbucks diner empty. 

You pick up the pen and take the lid off with your teeth, doodling a little cat on the blank bit of the cup. The tail comes out all wrong, and one of the whiskers slides halfway around on the plastic with a scratchy sound. 

You add rushed fairy wings to its soft looking back, and hand the cup over as Sabrina Carpenter sings about being a singer. Her voice is so pretty. Like caramel. “There you go.”

Leo grinned at you, and while you watched in absolute horror, proceeded to pour an entire monster energy drink he’d pulled from his tote bag into the perfectly made coffee. 

“Excuse me?” you whisper shrieked. 

He blinked at you owlishly, and you tried not to notice how warm his eyes looked in the vintage yellow lights of the shop that made everything seem seventies. “What?”

“That’s enough caffeine and chemicals to give a water buffalo a heart attack,” you said, pointing at his awful concoction. It started to fizz. You wondered if the building had chemical reaction insurance.

“I’ve got a lot of work to do,” Leo shrugged, and picked up his cup happily. He looked down at it, and a grin split across his face. “I got a drawing!”

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It was only a few days later when the bell rattled quietly by the door and you looked up to see Leo and smiled despite yourself, fingers tapping on the cup in your hand, wear the ring you’d made from that paperclip sat, did you realize what role he would play in your heart shaped ice-cubes Sabrina Carpenter soundtracked paperback books late night set ballpoint pen sitcom.

The love interest. 

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#leo valdez x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo fandom #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #leovaldez #leo valdez #leovaldezxreader #leo valdez pjo #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez x you #the heroes of olympus #leo valdez x y/n

[bellaxgiornata]

OMG—I wanna ask the boys for sure—what is their inner animal (respectively) that THEY think they have versus what you think for them, vs what they would assign for each other???

🤣🤣🤣

#letthechaosbegin

If you wanted chaos with this internal dialogue, you certainly found it 😅 The moment I read this ask, two of the boys immediately started causing trouble which is why it took a bit to get this answered 😆 As always, it's below the cut because this was long.

Bella: Welcome back to another round of ASK THE BOYS!!

Matt, muttering under his breath: Always got to yell that now, don't you?

Frank, roughly elbowing Matt on the couch: Let the lady have her fun, would ya?

Michael, ignoring the pair beside him: What's the question this time, pet?

Bella, glancing down at her phone: Looks like a multi-part question dealing with what your inner animals are.

Frank, eyes narrowing: Inner animal?

Bella: Yeah, and it looks like they want to know what I think each of you are, what you think your inner animal is, and then what you think each others’ inner animal is.

Frank, chuckling to himself: This'll be good.

Michael: Why don't ya start us off then, pet? Might need a minute to think.

Bella: Okay, well. I guess for Frank I'd say timber wolf. The Punisher gives me lone wolf vibes, but before that you used to be a part of a pack–whether it was your family or your Marine unit. And timber wolves typically mate for life, too, which screams loyal to me. I think you're a pretty loyal person–and pretty damn terrifying if someone messes with those you care about. So yeah. Wolf vibes all around.

Frank, nodding: Alright. Guess I can see that.

Bella: And for Matt, since he gives cat vibes, I'd say a leopard. Specifically a black panther. They're solitary animals, very territorial, and they're great climbers. Sort of like how you work alone, defend Hell’s Kitchen specifically despite it being such a small area, and you climb buildings like nobody's business. Plus, you know, the black suit and all.

Matt, grinning: Better than what I thought you'd pick.

Bella: And as for Mikey, well, I get grizzly bear vibes.

Michael, rolling his eyes: Is this a reference to the beard and chest hair again?

Bella, shaking her head: Not exactly, though now that you mention it–

Michael, mumbling: Figures…

Bella: No, wait! Hear me out. Grizzly bears are actually not aggressive unless provoked or caught off guard, otherwise they kind of mind their own business and want to be left alone. But obviously they'll protect their young and would savagely tear you apart if you fucked with them. I mean, we all know you don't want to be the killer your family forces you to be, you'd rather get out and live a quiet life. You just want a relationship with your daughter, Anna. But if anyone messed with her, you'd absolutely kill them without a second thought.

[Michael, running a hand across his mouth and humming thoughtfully.]

Bella, gently nudging his leg with a foot: See? There was a reason besides your glorious chest hair.

Matt, brows furrowing together: Glorious chest hair? Did you just actually say that?

Bella, waving off his comment: Okay, so why don't you guys each say what you think your inner animal is before you choose for each other next?

Frank, shrugging: I like the wolf thing. I'll go with that.

Matt, nodding: Yeah, I think I'll stick with the panther idea you had.

Bella, frowning: Seriously? You aren't even going to give it any more thought? [Looking hopefully over at Michael.] Please tell me you're not just going to say grizzly bear now?

Michael, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck: Uh, no. I s'pose…a dog? Generally don't fight unless provoked and they're usually considered friendly?

Bella, releasing a sigh: Fine. At least you put in more effort than those two. Now what do you think each others’ inner animal is?

Frank, immediately tossing a thumb at Matt: Chimpanzee. He's always climbing on buildings and making too much noise with his mouth.

Matt, frowning: It's called talking, Frank.

Frank, leaning back into the couch: More like chimpanzee noises to me. And they're territorial, too.

Michael, quietly chiming in: I'd still say stray cat for him.

Matt, frowning: Well then Frank is a hippo. Large and incredibly aggressive.

Frank, turning and shooting Matt a dirty look: The fuck you call me?

[Bella, burying her face in her hands while Frank and Matt begin to bicker on the couch.]

Michael, once more quietly chiming in: I picture him as more of a hawk. Or an eagle. Kinda stalks his prey from a distance before takin’ his shot.

Bella, glancing up at him: Well thank you for making some level of effort here while the old married couple over there just fights.

Matt, glowering: We are not an old married couple!

Frank, scowling: He's the last goddamn person I'd wanna be shackled to.

Bella, annoyed: Can we get back on track? You still need to pick an animal for Mikey.

Matt and Frank simultaneously: Dog.

Bella, throwing her hands up in defeat: Wow, really making an effort, you two. Great job.

Frank, rounding on Matt again: Look what you did, Red. You went and upset her.

Matt, eyebrows rising up onto his forehead: Me? You're the one not taking her game seriously!

[Matt and Frank return to arguing.]

Bella, focusing on Michael: You want a coffee? Cause I could use a coffee. They're making my head hurt.

Michael, nodding and rising from the couch: Yes. I'd love one.

Bella, heading to the kitchen with Michael: So what would my inner animal be?

Michael, nervously making a face: Uh…well…

Bella, shaking her head: Nevermind. Forget I asked. Let's just make some coffee.

#bellas 2.5k follower celebration #bella hears fictional characters #of course this eventually went off the rails 🙄 #thanks for actually trying mikey #matt murdock #frank castle #michael kinsella

[sailoryooons]

The Underneath | pjm

☾ Pairing: Monster!Jimin x reader (gender neutral)

☾ Summary: “Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” – Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil OR there is a monster under your bed and you've looked back at it for too long

☾ Word Count: 1,777

☾ Genre: Thriller, Horror in theory

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings:  Just general creep vibes. A lot of this happens in the complete dark so if you don’t like descriptions of total darkness or inability to see, this one is not for you. Mentions of being alone, themes of sadness/depression (though not heavy). Jimin is pretty creepy in speaks in an eerie manner and calls reader ‘it’ a lot and refers to himself as ‘Jimin’ in the third person. Overall it’s just a weird one. 

☾ Published: February 10, 2024

☾ A/N: Random creepy monster under the bed Jimin for this lovely Saturday morning. I actually was working on this last week when it was storming, which is why it’s giving the cheesy ‘It was a dark and storm night’ vibes lmfaooo. This Jimin is lowkey a little cute in my head cause he’s just this creepy lil monster under the bed who is like :/ I’m tired of you crying mf. This is for my fifth drable of the 100 Drabble Challenge and today I rolled for monster AU. Enjoy! 

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“Holy diver, you’ve been down too long in the midnight sea,” you hum, tracing patterns in the condensation on the glass pane. It’s cool to the touch, sending goosebumps down your arm. Your forehead presses against the window, feeling the damp condensation clinging to it as rain beats on the other side. “Oh, what’s becoming of me?” 

The tip tap of the rain matches the dappled shadows dancing across the room. The streetlight shining through the window is a weak glow, broken up by the shadow of your hand and the swaying tree branches as they bow under the wind. 

Wind batters the house. The home creaks under the pressure of the wind. A crack of lightning dazes you and your eyes flutter, blinking away bursts of colors and stars as you try to adjust to the darkness of your room again. The electricity flickers, a deep-bellied groan of thunder chasing the lightning.

“Gotta get away, Holy Diver.” 

You don’t know why that song. It’s the only thing that comes to you in the emptiness that slinks in on the heels of your sadness, a tune fit for thinking of nothing. Feeling nothing. Being nothing. 

You don’t even remember the first time you learned the Dio tune. 

“Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue,” you mumble, the words catching over themselves as you become unfocused, vision blurring. You’re not really thinking of the song, but your lips move. They sound the words. 

Lightning flickers again. This time the power fails, the salt lamp in the corner of your room blinks off and the fan in the corner goes dead. The quiet presses in like a physical thing, smothering you as you lean away from the window, spooked by the darkness that floods both inside and outside. 

Spinning away from the window in your computer chair, your eyes scan the darkness. The furniture in your room takes on new forms. The lamp looks like something tall and vicious. The lumps of blankets and pillows on the bed look like bodies. The blank space under your bed looks like… something.

A mouth. A void. A thing. 

Still, the song plays in your mind, an empty cycle of words and music that you can’t shut off. “Something is coming for you, look out!”

The back of your neck begins to tingle as your gaze settles on the blank darkness under your bed. Slowly, you claw your way from the depths of an empty mind to acute awareness, blinking away the daze and focusing only on the gap between the floor and the bed.

Like always, a razor-thin awareness carves its way through you, an instinct that something is there. Licking your lips, you squint as though it can help you see in the cloying darkness. Your eyes tell you that nothing is there, but the goosebumps and pins and needles sensation slithering down your spine tells you otherwise. 

You don’t remember the first time you had the feeling that there was something under your bed. You just know it’s always happened, a preternatural awareness slipping into your mind and telling you to look. 

As a child, you were always too afraid to look. As an adult, you cannot help but look, seeking out whatever lies in the dark, searching for whatever it is that wants to be seen. 

There’s a hiss of sound. You cock your head. It isn’t enough sound to hear, exactly, but more like it’s the idea of a sound. Both a noise and nothing at all. 

“You can hide in the sun 'til you see the light.” The words drip from your mouth unaccounted for. You don’t know what makes you mumble them still. “Oh, we will pray it's alright.”

There is something on your bed. You know it like you know there is a storm outside. You know it like you know to breathe air or like to blink. 

Outside, the rain grows louder. There is no lightning to reveal what sits on your bed, but you stare nonetheless, trying to work out where it begins and ends. You think there is a shadow darker than others, but it’s hard to tell. 

It doesn’t occur to you not to be afraid. There is a buzzing in your head making fear temporarily unavailable, like a cellphone too far to be in service. 

“Why did it stop singing?” You sit straight in your chair. The voice comes from the direction of your bed, velvet soft and barely there. You strain to hear it over the pounding of the rain. “It has a lovely voice.” 

“I… forgot I was singing.”

“It forgets that it is making sound?”

The voice is both one voice and a hundred. It feels as though it echoes in your mind, smoke slipping into your ears and filling your senses. Your daze grows stronger, making your lashes flutter as the whispers skim over your mind and skin like a tangible thing. 

It fades after a moment, the silence following the sensation. You blink, staring into the darkness. You’re sure you can see a shadow sitting on your bed now, and though you can’t see eyes, you know it is looking at you. 

“I was sad.”

“Was? Is?”

“Was.” You think about it and realize that you aren’t sad anymore. The void that you felt only moments earlier is gone. “Yeah, I was sad. Now I’m not.”

“How does it feel?”

“Better.” 

“Good. It should be happy. I want it to be happy.” 

“What are you?” 

“Does it want to see my face?”

You hesitate. It isn’t fear that makes you pause. No, this thing has been in your room for as long as you can remember, though it’s never spoken to you before. You hesitate because you think you should be afraid and yet…

“I would like to, yes.” 

Lightning lances and you flinch. You only see the thing - a person - on your bed for a split second, but it’s enough to memorize some of his features. Dark grey hair, an angular face with delicate cheekbones, an elegant nose that’s rounded at the tip, sensual lips that look pillow-soft and rosy, and siren eyes that could look into your very soul.

It’s the eyes you remember. Sleepy. Seductive. Piercing. Eyes like that are what great poets write about, what musicians make songs about. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you even in the dark, pinning you to your computer chair, your instincts buzzing. 

You stare into the dark. The dark stares back, perhaps even more severely than before. 

His presence is oppressive, you realize. It’s a physical thing, like a blanket of nettle pressing against you both mentally and physically, an itch you can’t scratch. 

“You’re pretty,” you breathe.

“It may call me Jimin.”

“You can call me by my name. I’m not an it.” 

Though you cannot see the creature - Jimin - you get the sense he’s smiling as he asks, “You will give me your name freely to use? Names are so powerful.”

“Yes, I’d prefer you to call me by my name.” 

Jimin repeats your name back and the way he says it makes you shiver, rich chocolate dripping off of his tongue. Still, despite sitting in the dark and speaking with him in that hissing, purring voice of his, you’re not afraid, though… it feels like you could be. Like the fear is somewhere locked deep inside a mine, unable to find the path out. 

“Why are you so sad? You’re always so sad.” The way Jimin asks the questions makes you lean forward. His voice is a soft call, the rise and fall of the tone and the softness of the whisper alluring. “Jimin doesn’t like it when you’re sad.”

“I… feel very alone. People always leave me.”

He hums. “You’re never alone. You know that though, don’t you?” You nod, unsure if Jimin can see you with those sharp, keen eyes. “Jimin has always been here.”

“I… felt you.”

“And you were not afraid?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I feel like I should be.” 

Jimin hums and you can hear him move. The bed creeks as he shifts, though you cannot tell what he’s doing. The pressure of the air around you tightens and you think he might be walking toward you. 

“You never have to be afraid of Jimin.” You can smell damp clove and petrichor as he approaches. Like darkness. Like rain. “What if Jimin told you there was a place for you where you would never be sad?”

You hesitate. Jimin is somewhere right in front of you. His body doesn’t radiate heat so much as it radiates energy, an otherness about him that is unfamiliar to you. Perhaps like the static that comes with lightning or the pounding of your heart that comes with adrenaline. 

“I think I would like that.”

Cold fingers brush your hand. Jimin chuckles when you flinch and gasp. “No need to be afraid of Jimin. Come.”

Jimin tugs you. It’s gentle at first, but when you don’t move, too slow to catch up, it’s urgent. Worried. Hungry. Demanding. Jimin pulls you out of the seat, his grip turning to iron as he drags you across the room. 

Though you’ve told him yes, your body reacts differently. You dig your heels in and lean back, tugging your arm. Your thoughts tangle, trying to get your body to follow him the way your mind wants, but it feels like you’re pressing up against bones and muscles that are unfamiliar, like you can’t get them to work. Like they aren’t yours. 

You feel confused. Thoughts thick like cotton, you stumble after Jimin, legs locking and unlocking as you fight for the control to follow him. Jimin hums delightfully and pulls you to your knees, his hands on your shoulders as he giggles. 

“Jimin will protect you,” he whispers, his breath fanning your face. It’s cloying sweet, freezing you to the spot as your syrupy thoughts turn solid and realize it’s your instincts making you stop. The fear is there at the last moment, shattering through the dizziness to claim you. “No more sad!”

“Wait-”

“To the Underneath we go. It will be with Jimin forever.”

Jimin gives a brutal pull. You feel your body slam to the ground, thoughts splintering as your head hits the wooden floor. The last thing you remember is the drag of your heavy against the floor, the heavy pressure of static on your skin, and Jimin’s haunting voice singing in the dark. 

Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue, something is coming for you, look out!

#jimin fic #park jimin fic #jimin bts fic #bts fic #bts fanfic #jimin x reader #jimin x you #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #monster jimin #100 drabble challenge

[thatspookyagent]

Dating Heimdall (Black!GN!Reader) would include...

Warnings: Typical assholery and bastard behaviour lmao otherwise none

a/n: First time writing for a video game franchise and I hope that y’all enjoy this! Heimdall is easily my favorite GOW character besides Freyr and Angrboda. There’s not much fanfiction out there for GOW: Ragnarok right now, let alone for Heimdall, and like none for a Black!Reader specifically. So this is me PUTTING that content out there in the void for someone to find, read, and share! Side note: I am yet again writing Black!Reader headcanons with a darker skinned!reader and 4 type hair!reader in mind unapologetically. <3

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If you were to describe Heimdall with just one word it would aggy lmfao

No really, he makes you want to kick both his ass and those grills in his teeth all the way to the Light of Alfheim

But regardless you fell for him because Reasons™

When you reflect upon why and how you did so, you can’t really come up with a definitive singular answer

Maybe it's because he treats you differently especially when it comes to teasing 

It’s more playful than brutal like he is with others and it gives you boy who pulled your hair back in kindergarten cause he secretly likes you vibes

Whenever Heimdall does tease you, his body language is different as well

Less condensing and try me and more goading and trying to vy for your attention kinda thing

That and he smiles relentless while he does it, like a genuine heartwarming smile not I’ll eat your kids and your pets smile

Just imagine him walking backwards slowly on his heels while swinging his arms and bringing them forward occasionally to make a soft clapping sound

He’s poking fun at you tripping earlier and thinking that nobody saw you when he absolutely did

Your comeback is to ask him why he was staring at you in the first place

He replies with “I just liked what I saw.”

You jab back with "If I only liked what I see now back."

That’s another reason why he really likes you, you always have a comeback to his remarks when most don’t

You really don’t take his comments lying down and actively engage in fun spirited banter with him whether you're starting or finishing it

While others shy away from it and avoid that man like the PLAGUE

To be fair his demeanor and vibe with you is MUCH less hostile with others so nobody wanting to be around him is very understandable lmao

Even then when there’s moments were Heimdall steps outta line (and there are), you don’t hesitate to push back and check him

He NEEDS a s/o who can do that cause otherwise Heimdall won’t read, understand, or internalize boundaries and will eventually continue to keep going

Those moments where you check him are usually answered by long periods of silence from Heimdall or curt nods, he knows your limits, and chooses to respect them

Partly because you do the same with him, which for you is mainly out of respect, and cause you like him

On another note, Gulltoppr is y’all’s child I said what I said

You were deathly scared of them at first cause who the hell smuggled a whole ThunderCat into Asgard hELLO???

But after awhile you warmed up to the battle cat since Gulltoppr can see just how much Heimdall cares for you and if you’re good enough for Heimdall, you’re good enough for them

Heimdall often scolds you for feeding Gulltoppr apples and cheese a lot but you also scold Heimdall for not giving enough treats to them cause how else do you remind them that they’re doing a good job protecting Asgard???

When he’s not looking you like to give Gulltoppr head pats and belly rubs cause they do NOT get enough of those in their life

You’ve managed to persuade Heimdall to snuggle with you and Gulltoppr while he reads on his breaks and you bet that there’s even more cheese and apples involved in that

Now onto some stuff that’s more Black!Reader specific-

This man is a bit OBSESSED with your hair don’t @ me !!!

If your hair is longer, especially long enough to be in box braids or have extensions in, he will be in total and complete awe at them

Catch him staring at your hair whenever you’re in the Asgardian mess hall together

At some point the staring gets so frequent that you sorta call him out on it and he’ll just...freeze

Later on when you two are more alone he’ll go “So...how does THAT work?” and motion towards your head

Sure Heimdall braids his own hair from time to time but his braids are different in many ways

Speaking of Heimdall and braids, you bet your ass you braid his hair stop playin !!!

You’re kind of a whizz at it and he doesn’t let ANYONE touch his scalp so you’re fumbling with a gold mine here

Heimdall only trusts you to mess around with his golden locs and will only really allow you to see him with his hair down OR messy

Speaking of hair down, he’s down for you to do or help him in his hair care routine lmao

Washing it, brushing it, putting some kind of good smelling product in it, you name it

Also if you leave your hair care products just lying around he WILL sniff and try them out

SO if you’ve got some expensive stuff that’s really for your hair type usage only, you better hide it better next time

For revenge you can put his hair in cornrows and then watch it fall out the next day sksksk

Now back to your hair, even if you hair is short or you use wigs, he will still be intrigued by it

Imagine Heimdall being dumbfounded at your waves like WHy is the ocean on your head and HOw?

He will return the hair care time favour and learn how to take care of your hair if you wish

Will steal your bonnets, durags, and head scarves BEWARE

He claims that it was just “lying around” and that he needs to protect his hair too <3

You roll your eyes and just make sure to order more protective hair fabric for the both of you

If you ask him if he has any design requests, anything with gold ornate on it will suffice (similar to his outfit that he wears)

That way y’all can tell your stuff from one another’s and he can color coordinate with his own natural hair color

Also he WILL throw at you and or remind you to put on a bonnet, durag, or head scarf if you aren’t wearing one before you go to bed

Something else that he admires about you is definitely how different colors of clothing make your skin tone stand out

Heimdall always stands out honestly due to being albino and having gold teeth like even for an Aesir God

It admittedly is different and a bit unfamiliar for him to see someone with darker skin and textured hair

Though don’t get him wrong, he welcomes it with open arms

Especially whenever the two of you are in bed together, cuddling, and just lying there together

He likes to have the windows open and have you on whatever side of the bed is facing that particular window

Cause it means that when he wakes up before the sun rises, he gets to watch the sun come up, and bounce light off of your melanin <3

He will absodoodley lay with you in bed all day (for as long as he can get away with it) while he brushes his hands against certain parts of your skin that are being lit up by the sun

He’ll only get up to get you some food or shower, basically basic needs until he has no choice but to get up cause he’s The Watcher of Asgard™ n all that

You know that his love for you has to run DEEP if he’s slacking off on watching Asgard cause he’s too busy giving you the attention that he deserves

And his love does indeed run deeper than a Jotunn’s ass crack for you truly if Odin doesn’t really approve of his relationship with you and he still actively decides to continue it anyways knowing this

Regardless of what other people think, he knows where his love lies, with him every morning and night, in front of sunny windows while he caresses and admires them

#heimdall #god of war #heimdall x reader #heimdall god of war ragnarok #gow heimdall x reader #heimdall gow #god of war heimdall x reader #god of war x reader #god of war ragnarok #heimdall x black reader #x black reader #x black!reader #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #black!reader #gender neutral!reader #thor god of war x reader #heimdall god of war x reader #god of war x black reader #god of war x gender neutral reader #gow ragnorak #gow #gow ragnarok #gow x reader #gow x black reader #heimdall gow x reader #gow x gender neutral reader #video games #video game #playstation exclusive

[wazzappp]

I am a woman of weak will with no excuse for this @moosemonstrous thank you for being my most trusted enabler advisor and @cicada-candy thank you for your encouragement <3

WOE. GHOST RIDER MAGICAL GIRL AU HELLFIRE GALA FITS BE UPON YE.

Ok so the first genre is High fashion/Familiar themed!

Robbie is in something edgy and asymmetrical. Lots of variations in texture with solid, glitter and mesh areas. A fun grungy makeup style that I thought would suit him well. The more solid areas have a snakeskin texture that I'm not sure came through in the image export sorry lol. Delicate silver pieces help to balance out the harshness of the general aesthetic of the dress. Overall tried to mimic the slithering motion of a snake with the twisting pattern of his dress materials and made it a little more obvious with the snake bracelet.

Danny's focuses on layered sheer materials. Lots of feather and wing embroidery to connect him to his familiar. Nice silver chain around the waist to give the dress some shape and structure and help separate the top and bottom areas. Leg slit to create some interest so things aren't too symmetrical and boring (also you have moose to thank for the boob window lmao). A fun little wing pendant for the back detail ties it together pretty well I think.

JOHNNYYYYYYYYYY pulled a LOT of Avril Lavigne vibes and I'm honestly not sure why. I guess I just really wanted to see in some 'trashy' Y2K fashion (trashy in quotation marks cause I think it's COOL actually) and she's the first person that came into mind. Fur at the top of the dress contrasts with the shiny/glitter material on the rest of it. White tips on the ends of his boots and gloves because of Zaradogs lil sock feet <3. A fun ponytail with some black chain necklaces finishes everything pretty well.

FRANK. DIFFICULT AS ALWAYS. HAD to include fur I had to connect him to Cat-stle somehow. Other than that his look is very Matrix inspired. Very slick and fairly practical. SPIKY ass boots and a fun laceup back add some detail to the otherwise very simple fit. Some mesh areas on the jacket also include just a little bit of variation in texture.

BALLROOM LOOKS!! We getting FANCY.

Something light and fun for Robbie with LOTS of gradient chiffon. A more solid waist wrap to help eccentuate a more solid shape for the more drifting ends of the dress. I'm a sucker for sheer sleeves brother I have no excuse.

EEEEEE PRINCESS DANNY COMING THROUGH!! I LOVE how this one came out! Fun off the shoulder moment with gloves to make sure his arms don't look too plain. Faux silver corset that dissolves into layers of sheer glittery material to form a full length ballgown with lots of nice volume.

JOHNNY YOU GAVE ME TROUBLE. Wanted to include lots of geometric shapes (moose and I looked at QUITE A FEW reference images) so I was able to fit that in with the tessellation patterns on the sleeves and mesh sides, as well as the triangular shape of the top area of the dress. Tried not to overdo the gold glitter by limiting it to a strip down the middle with longer black panels on the sides.

Frank with a VERY classic look I'm a sucker for a square top. He's also got the fun mesh sleeves, this time with some lace patterns. Layered skirt with a bit of volume and glitter ends (I'm a SUCKER for glitter ends). Vibrant red top to show off his signature color with some ribbing to mimic a corset.

AFTER PARTY DRESSES. Fuckin. Euphoria lookin ass dresses. Idk man I just love these kinds of dresses and thought I would go ham at the end for one final nonsense fun look.

#Ive got no excuse brother #ok now to move on to fighting styles #playing dress up with them was a special kind of fun though for fucking real #I love going dress shopping so this was a blast for me #JEEZ did it ever take me a while though lmao #ghost rider magical girl au #ghost rider #my art #sketch #robbie reyes #danny ketch #johnny blaze #frank castle #woe. main tag be upon ye. fuck you #alright time to go to bed lmfao

[roran01]

I'm bored and I can't find motivation to draw, have my headcanons for Romania instead, some of these are simping and cringe, enjoy:

(Also adding a image to be easier to find this post cause for some stupid reason tumblr only shows posts with images in my blog's search bar now, tags are useless)

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1) Three words for this guy: 🌟Tall, blonde and beautiful.🌟

2) He's a fashion genius or a fashion disaster depending on your view but he still got drip.

His color choices are black and red (like no shite), sometimes blue for the jeans and warm colors in general, white and grey from time to time.

3) I'd consider him quite mixed, with some ethnicities leaving a noticeable influence but latin conquers most of his bloodline nowadays.

The slavic tendencies come out whenever he gets drunk.

4) Folks see him as eccentric... they're right.

5) He's one of the few countries with particular traits that are uncommon to the rest of the nations and society in general.

I could say it's magic if I want to be basic about it, but I don't, so here's some of them:

His eyes can see supernaturals like spirits, fairies, ghosts and demons although they rarely make their existence know nowadays.

Technically since he's a vampire that would make him one as well. (Actually I'll make a post about this)

He can communicate with the animals and understand them but won't act on it to not look crazy. So he doesn't visit the zoo too often.

He's interested in dark magic so you can say he vibes with the dark side too. In addition he's way too casual about the creepy factor of some things.

He can poses fire because I said so.

6) Besides the quirks about paranormal, he's charming, both in looks and personality as well until you get to know him better, then he gets a little silly that could mean anything.

The only canon thing I adopted from him is that he's mischievous, but I could make him worse :3

7) He's good with kids, he'd be one of those cool parents if he had any. (I could make parent headcanons)

8) He likes traditional food the best, anything with meat and potatoes but to be frank no one can resist pizza from time to time. He doesn't eat too salty, makes him thirsty easily.

He like savarine as a sweet and usually buys them, but if he wants home made he would chose lemon cake (snow white).

To be honest he eats a lot but at least he keeps himself in shape.

"What do you mean this bread has sugar in it??" He doesn't like american bread.

9) And he definitely is lean build, someone who survived 2 empires and russia isn't gonna be skinny af just because he doesn't show it.

My vision says his body beats the twink allegations, his face not so much... he's a twunk.

10) Speaking of, I like to think he does gymnastics and extreme sports for the thrill.

11) His imagination is wild so if he'd have a modern job it should be something that expands on it.

Like a writer for books or movies. He can cook well too (and mix all kinds of potions) so maybe a chef at a restaurant, Fashion artist, Modeling... I go for the writer though.

12) He has some scars on his body, most are small and unnoticeable but he's too self conscious about them so he's not wearing a lot of revealing clothes, at least he doesn't sweat much during summer.

Two noticeable scars are on his shoulder blades and one besides the left lilac region to lumbar.

The ones on his back I like to think of them as a metaphor for broken wings. The one below his abdomen happened due to his separation from Moldova.

13) Cat person, cat behavior and cat lover. He has at least 2 cats in his house and a little bat because why not?

One of the cats is a lynx because that's his national animal, but also because it's like having dog size cat, a big pile of fluff to snuggle on rainy day, a purring machine against your head and belly (I'm projecting a lot I know)

14) His relationship with his slavic neighbors, mainly balkans, is very capybara coded. He's just chilling around and none of them has any business with him nowadays. He's considered part of the family despite Romania being latin. He may feel more accepted by them than his family from west sometimes.

15) His relationship with his blood relative is kinda mixed and they don't communicate often, assumingly because of his status but proly because of the land distance as well.

He used to look up to them and hoped to be accepted and recognized as a romance country in the past. One out of two happened, he's content enough with that.

16) He drinks a fuck ton of red wine.

17) His fangs are the only teeth that can still fall and regrow, he's able to move and retract them.

18) The pupils in his eyes are vertical stilts that expand and contract, the thinner they get the more blurry everything besides the focus point becomes. Sometimes he wears glasses for that.

Funny thing about his pupils is that they can expand so much it cover the whole Iris. His eyes can also glow in the dark sometimes.

19) In human age he's 23.

20) He loves parks, a lot.

21) Keeps his house clean except his kitchen, until he has guests over. If uninvited you're not allowed in the kitchen.

22) Sleep schedule worse than you've seen in college. Get him to bed or he gets grumpy af.

23) Coffee addict because of that.

24) He doesn't like cold, but there's melancholic beauty in the landscape whenever it's night time and only the tree lights give an ounce of warmth during winter. It's a bittersweet sensation he can't describe properly, it's the same during rainy days or stormy nights. He likes it despite the ache feeling it gives.

25) Sunny days are enjoyable for many of his activities but he's usually more active during the night, which is unfortunate because he ends up sleeping too much during daytime and feeling awful for "wasting time" in bed.

26) His eye color switches from black to red sometimes.

27) Sexually speaking, he's definitely swinging both ways and sideways.

28) If he'd be a yōkai then it's Kitsune (nine tails fox) fits him the most. Also because I like to think he'd have a double pair of fangs from it.

29) I main ship him with: Bulgaria and Norway. Side ships: Greece and Hungary. Crack ships: Prussia, Japan, Belarus. Platonical: Egypt cause I like their aesthetics together.

30) But talking about how compatible he is with other characters. I'd say based on canon he is with Bulgaria. Based on history he'll be with Serbia (dude barely exists). Based on his zodiac sign he's with Hungary (the irony). Based on his mbti he's with either Norway or Japan.

31) Speaking of zodiac signs, he's a Sagittarius. (Although it's hard to identify precisely the "birthday" of countries, so I just go with their national days and his is on Dec 1) if you're into astrology a lot then he also has his moon in scorpio.

32) He is inclined to be overprotective for his close ones ever since he lost Moldova to Russia. He does it automatically without knowing until someone points it out.

♤♡◇♧☆

This may get updated from time to time

#hetalia #hws #aph #aph romania #hws romania #aph romania headcanons #headcanon

[carusolikey]

Hey, remember that time when I was in the middle of writing an epic Max Phillips fanfic?

Hey, remember that time when a conversation with friends led to a black out age-gap Joel one off?

Well, when I wrote it out I was trying to subvert the patriarchy for what feels like the umpteenth million time.

I'm a street cat, writing trash, and I have to bury pieces of my reverse age-gap fanfics on a Monday - but I think it's gonna be sick.

And fre-he-he-he-he-hea-ky.

High Heat, Heavy Load

Joel, the rough and tumble young bachelor is your neighbor - he's too young to be flirting with you, but nevertheless, persists.

Pairing: 24 year old Joel Miller of TLOU x afab!fem!reader - ONE OFF

Rating: Explicit / NSFW 18+ (No Minors)

Author’s Note: I wrote this piece on a metaphorical napkin while hanging out with friends, spurred by discussion of excessive gap fanfic. Very little editing has taken place, so apologies - hahahaahhahha. As often as we see these gaps in real life, I wanted to turn the tables and give someone else the age gap power dynamic, dammit! Although it's not large - it's not excessive, but certainly a generation between them. Reader is 36, Joel is 24.

Warnings: A bit of rough sex/smut (fem penetration - P in V, 18+ only content, able bodied fem afab reader, non-gendered pet names, fem can be carried and has hair - though length is not mentioned, consensuality is implied and intended through actions and reactions, no protection used (be wise and always use protection, this is fiction). Cigarette smoking. Reader is wearing a dress, and I use reaction gifs for humor / story progression that give off fem! vibes. Heavy machinery involved. No animals harmed or used, but if you have a cat allergy - it's good to know that reader owns a cat.

Word Count: ~ 2,450+

I hate it.

You're 36, Joel is 24.

Joel decides to dance in his backyard without a shirt on, and your 36-year-old woman's voyeuristic tendencies kick in.

He can see you watching him from the second floor of your walk up, with your cat.

That's why he pours the entire bucket of water over himself like in Flashdance.

His jeans are so wet and heavy - sopping, soaking, moist.

Walking over to your place, he opens the fence, and then knocks on the back door.

You take one last drag of your cigarette, putting it out on the window ledge before getting up and going downstairs.

Opening the door to this young, handsome, untraumatized Joel who just wants to be a carpenter one day, you look him up and down.

His heavy, wet jeans, dragging down below his V cut, threatening to dip further, he leans against your doorframe, but you play coy.

“What are you doing at my house, Joel?” Pulling out a fresh cigarette as your cat rubs against your leg.

He responds, "I was just hoping to use your dryer, ma'am."

"Oof. Don't you ma'am, me. Ma'am was my mother's name. I don't look like a mother - do I?"

Giving you an up and down glance, young Joel nods, "Oh, no. I'm so sorry ma' -- I mean, uh. What should I call you?"

"You can call me Sugar."

"That ‘cause you're so sweet?" He asks shyly.

Cackling, you respond, "Oh honey. Sugar isn't sweet. Sugar is bitter. But everybody is too busy tasting all the other ingredients to notice."

"Maybe I could just have you on your own?"

You shake your head, "Mm, honey. You're something else. Don't you know that too much sugar is bad for your teeth?"

"I'm not worried, Sugar. I've got a good dentist and I floss every day." 

His eyes wandering your body, from the top of your dress to the thigh highs with the line in the back, he cocked his head like he could see right through to the lacy black thong under your dress. 

"Speaking of which, you got anything I can floss with now?"

Raising an eyebrow and dropping your smile, you start to close the door on him.

"No, no, no - I'm sorry, Sugar! Please - please. Let me make it up to you."

Pausing to glare, you ask him, "How exactly do you think a young man like yourself is gonna make it up to me? Lines like that might work on your little girlfriends, but I'm a full grown woman, and I don't suffer fools."

Joel blushed, leaning into the door frame, giving it a little shake with his hand as he eyed the craftsmanship. 

"Maybe I can help fix some of these little spots around the house? Looks like you've got a few raggedy areas that need a little lovin'." He said it so smoothly, slowly looking back at you.

Looking around at the stoop, the step your ex-boyfriend had promised to fix before he ran off with that stripper, amongst many other little things, you burned. Enough of living in the past. If this kid is offering to dust you up and make you sparkle, why the fuck not?

"Alright. You've got yourself a deal. Come by tomorrow at 9:30 a.m."

You started to close the door on him, but he stuck his foot in between the door and the frame.

"I'm sorry - I hate to ask you this, but I really could use your dryer." He looked back at you with puppy dog eyes, and the beginnings of some rough little stubble on his jaw.

Looking back down at him and then dropping your eyes to his pants, you realized he'd been standing there in soaking wet jeans this whole time. Hmm. That wouldn't do, would it?

"Okay. Come in. You can use my dryer, but - do you have anything to change into while your pants dry?"

A sheepish grin spread across his face as he shrugged.

"Boy, I swear." You rolled your eyes, taking his hand and leading him back to your bedroom.

His eyes widened as he entered your boudoir, unsure what to expect, but you reached into the back of your closet and dragged out a box.

"What size are you?" Giving him a blank look.

"Huh?"

"What size are you? I'm gonna lend you some dry pants - actually, I'll give them to you."

Leaning over you to look into the box, young Joel put his hand on the small of your back, as he reached past you to grab a pair of sweatpants.

"These should be good - thanks!"

Frozen for a moment with your lips pursed, you were annoyed that he put his hand on you. Especially that he did it so gently and carefully in that spot. Goddamn weak in the knees.

"Why do you have so many men's clothes?" Joel asked.

Bristling, you respond curtly, "Not that it's any of your business, but they belong to my ex."

As you turn around, you come face to face with Joel, jeans already off as he's stepping one leg at a time into the sweatpants. But apparently, he hadn't been wearing any underwear of any sort. His dick out as he slowly pulled the sweatpants up, making eye contact with you as he pulled them above his ass, leaving his cock to be the last thing he tucked in.

Your hand up to your mouth, manicured fingernails trailing across your bottom lip, your breath hitches loudly as you watch him put his dick away. You hadn't realized that it had been far too long since you'd last been sexually pleasured. 

Catching yourself before you fell too far into a daydream, you spoke a little more gently, "Pick up your wet jeans - I'll show you where the dryer is."

Like an eager puppy, he does exactly what you ask, following closely at your heels as you lead him back to the laundry room.

Opening the dryer, you gesture, "In ya go, young man."

Stepping forward, he leaned one hand on the dryer as he bent to toss in his jeans.

Standing back up right, he looks at you, "Then what do I do?"

"I'm sure this isn't your first time using a dryer. The dials are right there." With arms crossed, you use one lazy hand to gesture.

Putting his hand on the dial, he turns it to high heat, heavy load.

"What now?"

Scoffing, "Are you serious?" 

Reaching past him to push the start button, you overextend your reach and find yourself losing your balance just as Joel finds it for you.

As your gaze winds its way up the path of his chest, his neck tensing as he swallows, his lips that part lightly, revealing a peeping tongue, and up to his warm brown eyes that beg you to take a chance on him - you wonder if perhaps a minor fling could help dust out a few cobwebs in the bat cave.

It took a moment for you to realize that he was holding you tightly, each of his hands wrapped around the top of your arms.

He lifted you upright and in doing so, pinned you carefully against the dryer. His eyes focusing downward as he gazed at your face, your body, then back up to your face, his grip remained tight. Until he took his right hand, reaching behind you to turn on the dryer.

"How does Sugar react to heat?" he asked, narrowing his eyes, and smirking slightly.

Scowling back at him, you weren't about to be seduced by a 24-year-old. If anything, this should be your department. Breathing a little bit more quickly, you set your jaw and fixed your sights on him. If anyone is going to win at this, it's going to be you - you unceremoniously decided.

"Do you think I'm just waiting to melt in your mouth?"

Moving your face closer to his, your lips just out of his immediate reach.

"You have to watch the heat, or you'll burn the sugar and ruin the whole batch. Slow, honey. Take your time. And never take your eyes off while stirring."

Those sweatpants that you hated so much on your ex did all kinds of favors for this handsome young man. But you were bothered by the fact that he chose not to borrow a shirt, too. The nerve of him to walk around so brazenly with his chest, his nipples -- his taut skin, as he took steady breaths in and out, shoulders pulled back almost judging, or perhaps, commanding?

"Do I need a spoon to stir you?" he pushed his hips against yours, into your pelvic bone, allowing you to feel exactly what he was working with.

"Darling, I think that will suffice." You gave a flat response - giving him nothing to work with.

He sniffed in loudly as he dipped his head close into your neck, bringing his right hand back to your arm, letting it draw a line until he reached your elbow. Joel jutted his erection upward against your clothed vagina, and you gave a half-way satisfied sigh that you morphed into a bored sigh. Right hand now drawing upwards over your clothes and squeezing your breast, as he kissed your cheek.

"I'm sorry. Are you bored?" Joel asked, a little amused and a little incredulous.

"Not bored, honey. I'm just concerned that you don't know which buttons to push."

You’re definitely gonna make him work for it. But does Joel like a challenge? This hopeful, untraumatized young man wants to fix things with his hands. But - for now, you're jaded and unfazed by his advances.

Wrapping one arm around your waist, and allowing the other to travel in between your legs, and up your skirt, Joel surprises you, lifting you up by cupping his hand around your clothed pussy as he lifts. Never. NEVER. In your life has any man lifted you up by the vagina. But he did it, one handed, onto the shaking, rattling dryer.

The surprise, the shaking and rattling of the machine and the shaking and rattling inside of you, leave you feeling warm and a buzz.

Your immediate response is to slap him.

Unruffled and easygoing, he just puts both hands down on either side of you on the dryer.

"Did I find a button, Sugar?"

The heat in your cheeks, you're not sure whether to kick him out or --

No. No, no. You know exactly what you want and he can see it, too. That little bastard. His grin starts to curl up on one side, as he immediately moves in to kiss you and you grab at his neck, pulling him towards you.

His hands travel your body, and your mouth angrily intercepts his kisses, while Joel graciously accepts your mouth with his - as though someone's just offered him some pecan pie. Desperately, you continue kissing each other.

Your hands run up through his hair as you wrap your legs around him. The belt on your dress is the next problem to be solved for Joel, and he doesn't bother to stop kissing you. His confidence is such that he believes he can do both at once. You're furious when he's successful and simultaneously relieved, knowing that belt is the only thing keeping your dress on.

As the front folds of the dress come open, you're left with scant underneath. Joel reaches his entire hand to grab at the top of your lacy black thong, yanking quickly and forcefully upwards, effectively ripping them off. The dryer continues to shake, making a loud "ka-thunk, ka-thunk, ka-thunk," as the buttons on Joel's jeans continue to bounce against the inside of the dryer, rattling your own body in the meanwhile.

Sliding the sweatpants down just enough so that his erect dick could be released, Joel starts to rub the head of his dick along your clit and down to your vagina, moving back and forth, teasing you as you continue feeling the tremors and heat beneath you.

Joel isn't satisfied with something quick and easy - using his unoccupied hand, he pushes the shoulder down on your dress as you lean back, ready to accept his full cock. You try to pull him closer with your legs, but he's unbudgeable. Kissing your shoulder, he slides down your bra strap, reaching into the cup of the bra to pinch your nipple in a few different ways, repeating them over again multiple times.

Unable to stand the feeling of having any clothing be in the way of him and you anymore, you pull down your other bra strap, letting the bra hang down and your breasts breathe. Joel leans back to admire the wide open view, and you curse at him, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Reaching down, you wrap your hand around his dick, still being gently played against your vagina, and Joel lets out a loud groan, and smiles.

"Am I done stirring?"

You look him straight in the eye and tell him, "Baby cakes, I think you and I both know --"

Before you could finish, he interrupts you.

"That I'm gonna fuck you." 

He pushed his hard dick into your vagina in one, smooth action, before pulling back, only to push right back into you again. The dryer rocked, and squeaked on the floor as it slid out of place with his force. Holding onto the sides of the machine, kissing along your neck, he kept pushing until his pushes became more fervent, ramming as he rotated his hips into you. Your hips rose with his, and your shoes fell off - your legs wrapping around him, your bare feet bracing against the smooth skin of his backside as the sweatpants slid lower with the continued intense, passionate motions.

As you stared up into his eyes, clinging to him with one arm and bracing yourself against the dryer with the other, you held onto your frustration for losing to him. Your mind focused on the sensation of his cock rutting into you, the friction as it hit your g spot, steadily hitting it just so, just so, just - so, just -- so. You started to feel the quaking of your thighs as you lost your sense of every other body part except your vagina and clitoris. Joel's dick started its tremulous pumping and quickening as he came inside you, your vagina encouraging him to release inside you.

As your body parts slowed together, Joel started to step away, and you grabbed him by the neck, pulling his face down to yours.

"No. I'm not done feeling you inside me yet." 

Joel's face was full of surprise, but he acquiesced. 

Together, you loosely clung to each other, the dryer still rumbling as your breaths slowed - your sweat and scent pleasantly intermingling with each other. He started to hum a tune, low and slow - something that you remembered from a long time ago, inciting in you feelings of nostalgia and romance. What a little fuck.

~ Fin, Darlings ~

#Pedro Pascal #Joel Miller Young x afab!fem!reader #Subverting Age Gaps #The Last of Us #TLOU the Before Times #Meowwwwwwwww

[rassvetsky]

went thru your reblogs and saw you're a guitarist so best i can do is ask for eddie teaching you how to play guitar. thank you send ask 💘

loving this guitarist appreciation. tysm for requesting lovely!! i hope you actually like this mess hehe

Made For You

eddie munson x gn!reader.

realizing how fascinated you are by his sweetheart, eddie decides to introduce you two to one another.

[1.2k] | guitar playing? if that's a warning- eddie being head over heels for reader and just general cute vibes, lots of mistakes that you gotta hmu about.

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Eddie isn't known for being the smartest, but he can sometimes catch up on things.

Like how you always save the best part of the food for him even though he would much rather let you have it; he could survive off of trash like a stray cat if it meant you would be eating all the delicious food but still, you were quite adamant. Or like how you would make sure to stop whatever it is that you've been busy with when he starts to speak, just so he can feel like your entire attention is on him and you're listening to him- and all those things make him feel like the luckiest guy on earth.

But realizing how fascinated his best girl was by his Sweetheart? It made him feel completely, utterly smitten.

You'd let your gaze linger; from the cherry-wood neck to the odd-shaped red body, double Humbucker magnetics known for causing the roughest of all sounds when he was on the stage of the Hideout with it. With her.

Wondering how exactly those steel strings would feel under your fingertips, pick strumming against them, making them vibrate to bring out a warm, baritone sound. Wondering if it would be easy to get a few sounds out of it, or did it take Eddie too long to learn; the thought often bringing a smile to your face because you knew Eddie would get obsessive over things he liked, and he must've practically lived with a guitar on his lap during the first months that he got it.

Out of fear, you never offered to touch it, afraid of being clumsy when you really shouldn't be, Eddie would've tolerated anything and everything as long as it came from you. But this staring contest went on for a while, a bit longer than Eddie would've guessed, so he decided to finally cease your curiosity one day when you stopped by his trailer to hang out.

The offer came as a quiet, hushed whisper so as to not startle you; you were busying yourself reading some magazine you found on his nightstand when you felt his fingers card through your hair.

"D'you wanna learn how to play guitar?" he asked, his voice as soft as it could get. Your eyes trailed up to his, neutral expression immediately taking on a lot happier one while your body, having a mind of its own, decided to nod before you could ask why.

You could practically feel the excitement radiating off of him as he got up, carefully lifting his Sweetheart from where it was hung, holding onto the neck of it tightly so as to not let it fall. It was a bit heavy, sometimes it would even numb the leg it stood on when he practiced for too long but boy, wasn't it so sweet to carry.

You sat up immediately, cross-legged on the mattress with one of Eddie's older shirts covering a not-so-generous portion of your thighs. He carefully placed the guitar on your lap, hollow part of the underside sprawled over your thigh as you timidly held onto the neck of it, to keep it in place. He bit back a smile before getting a hold of your right arm, getting it to a comfortable position where you could probably strum or pick better. He took a step back to get a better look and Christ, he swore he could jizz his pants and burst out crying at the same time if he looked at both of you any longer.

"Jesus- she looks like she was made for you," he chuckled, earning a shy nod from you as he reached for his nightstand and grabbed a thin, black guitar pick before sitting right in front of you, cross-legged just like you. "She's yours, wouldn't wanna steal her away," you hummed, the weight of the guitar feeling foreign on your lap as you wiggled a bit on your spot, exhaling through your mouth softly as you gave him your right hand again, for him to show you how to hold the pick. And to his surprise, you were quick to learn that.

"You're a natural at this," he praised, unable to hold back a giggle as he cleared his throat. "Now- those small portions? They're called frets, and all of them combined is a fretboard," he explained, fingertips against where he was explaining.

"The dots will show you where you are, for example-" his fingers slid over the fretboard. "There's a dot on the third, fifth, seventh, ninth.. You get the deal." he huffed out a breath, almost as excited as you are. "So, like this?" you slid your fingertip over the strings accordingly to the frets he showed, before pressing down at some point on the string above the rest, using your pick to strum against that string like you've seen Eddie do often.

The guitar wasn't plugged in, so the sound wasn't as loud, but Eddie still could hear the clean note and he couldn't help but coo at how wonderful the sight before him was. "You're doing better than Gareth."

You laughed at that, trying out a few other strings and frets, rather clumsily at most but Eddie swore nobody else in his band could come closer to how perfectly you were playing. The teaching session went on for a few hours before you finally called quits for the day, a lazy smile adorning your lips while he spoke.

"You'll master this in like, a month," he promised, cheeks hurting from how much he was smiling. "If only you let me teach you, though. Gotta propagate my wisdom." you slowly moved the guitar off of your lap after that, Eddie immediately getting it from you to lean it against the bed on the floor, as you practically climbed on top of him, pushing him back against the bedframe with a thud -which, his thick skull didn't mind at all-.

"Yeah?" your eyes were practically glowing while he nodded, arms wrapped tight and secure around your figure before you reached in to press your lips against his, a short peck at most but he smiled against it nonetheless. "Yeah, promise. Gonna make you the most gorgeous guitarist in the entire country. You gotta promise that you won't forget about me then, though."

"I think you've overestimating your teaching abilities a bit there," you teased, burying your head on his neck as you got comfortable, eliciting a soft chuckle from him. "But don't worry, Eds. Wouldn't forget you- ever. No matter how hot Kirk Hammett is-" and with that, a tickle fight ensued, silent promises of never letting one another go exchanged through laughs.

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fic #eddie munson x gn!reader

[ijustsitinacorner]

Each Black Butler Arc + Valerie Phantomhive

Warnings: Many Black Butler manga spoilers.

(From what I can best remember :’))

Pre-Black Butler Verse:

- Valerie was born in 1872

- Valerie was only 13 years old on the December 10th, 1885 incident.

- Being so busy with her enthusiastic and helping preparations that she had forgotten to get a gift for the twins. It led to her leaving the manor in secret and lost track of time in which when she returned; the manor was already in flames.

- Stayed with the Midford’s for the time being of the month O!Ciel was gone. She was absolutely depressed and devastated throughout that month.

- Was probably the only one that questioned what had happened to the spare. But knew Ciel would definitely not want to talk about or even go into details of what happened so she never asked.

- She assumed the worst had happened to the spare, Valerie loved both equally but was still grateful at least one survived.

General Black Butler Verse:

- Sebastian felt off to her, too good to be true vibe obviously.

- learned how to play the piano by Sebastian within the 3 years.

- Sebastian sometimes makes Ciel while in his violine lessons make the two duet together

(Totally did not think of Omori when I had this idea for Valerie).

- Valerie finding out Ciel named Finny “Finnian” it made her chuckle a bit.

Ciel: Is something funny?

Valerie: No…just the name you picked for our new servant is what I hadn’t expected.

Ciel: Why do I sense some judgment in the name I had picked out for him?

Valerie: Of course not. In fact, I find it sweet. Knowing you bestowed a name for a servant as unique as him after Fionn Cumhaill from Fenian Cycle. It was your favorite, you always read it over, and over again.

While Mey-Rin:

Sebastian: The sniper, is biologically female.

Valerie: …

Valerie: She’s hired.

Ciel: AFTER SHE JUST TRIED TO ASSASSINATE THE BOTH OF US?!

Valerie: YOU DONT UNDERSTAND CIEL WE DO NOT HAVE ANY MAIDS AND SHES PERFECT.

Sebastian: My lady does have a point; but hiring her immediately is not very wise…

Valerie: Then neither of you men understand.

Then, there was Bard:

- Valerie questions how the hell Sebastian managed to find an American man so quickly and how far a travel like that would have been.

Red Butler/Jack the Ripper Arc:

- Liked Charlotte at first but not Grell(e) causing such chaos and mistakes…

- Had to tolerate the mess.

Ciel: “Just why do I have to be your niece?!”

Madam Red: “Because dear, I’ve always wanted another girl!”

Ciel: “You’re kidding! Isn’t one enough?!”

Valerie: “Don’t you dare drag me into this!”

- Violence is never the answer; until someone inappropriately touches Lady Ciel.

- Sebastian had to reassure Valerie that the plan was going smoothly and to follow along.

- Valerie looked up to Madam Red, they both had a great relationship up till her death

- Dislikes the reapers.

Indian Butler Arc

- Someone as strong as Sebastian? That’s possible?

- Enjoys, and is grateful of Prince Soma’s company to Ciel. She believes that Ciel is in denial with their “friendship.”

Book of Circus Arc:

- Missing and brutally murdered women before, now missing children?! The hell is going on in the underworld?!

- Nothing seems too suspicious about this circus; just what are we supposed to look for?

- Valerie: there goes Sebastian putting on a show…say, can I also pet the tiger?

- Ciel: Are you insane?! Absolutely not!

- Valerie: I hate your allergy to cats sometimes Ciel..

- Stage name: ??? (Could not think of one for Valerie 😭)

- Yk that “WHAT?! THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY. TAKE A PICTURE!” Audio?

- That’s how Valerie felt when Ciel was pressured into forcing a smile.

- Valerie: Pft- So… smile…?

- Ciel: Don’t. You. Dare.

- Sebastian chuckling and muffled laughter heard as Ciel struggles TERRIBLY on that tightrope while Valerie’s anxiety has never been so high.

- Freckle face is Doll?!

- But then again Ciel did cross dress in the past so it’s not as strange…

- BUT HER PROOF OF BEING A LADY WAS NOT NECESSARY.

- *The Phantomhive siblings reading a whole lot of information in just one piece of paper*

- Are they a bunch of stalkers?! What kind of obsessive lunatic does this type of behavior?!

- The event in which Vincent Phantomhive took the twins when they were 8 and met Kelvin; 11 year old Valerie felt a gut wrenching unease about him and never understood why.

- Until now.

- Massive disgust, Ciel kill him now.

- Valerie: Pass the pistol Ciel.

- Ciel: Wh-What…?

- Valerie: I SAID PASS THE PISTOL.

(Safe to say Baron Kelvin was not only shot once :3)

(Jk Ciel wanted to be the first to kill him so Valerie didn’t get the chance, but this is a nice imagine)

(Exciting the Kelvin manor: in flames as ordered by Ciel to burn everything).

- Valerie felt terrible towards Doll, but it did not excuse the fact they were kidnapping children and supporting their “father’s” disgusting obsession.

- Doll did attempt to attack first, so if anything…it’ll be reasonable to eliminate what’s left.

Book of Murder Arc

- Learned French has its perks

- The Queens knights? Why would they be over here?

(Don’t remember much from this arc :’))

- Oh? A new servant? His name is Snake?

Book of Atlantic Arc:

- Valerie really thought it was going to be a family holiday but then realized it was another investigation ordered by the queen she was disappointed.

- Valerie pulled Ciel’s ear and scolded him for being cruel and impatient with Lizzie after he forcefully he ripped a layer of Lizzie’s dress. Lizzie did reassure her that it was also her childishness that he had a right to be upset.

- To not make Elizabeth feel lonely with her cute act. Valerie made a promise to Elizabeth when they were children. Both agreeing to wearing low heeled shoes and appearing fragile and weak.

- When on the deck and after Lizzie was knocked out. Valerie and Ciel almost had an argument since Ciel insisted on staying on the ship but promised to return alive and well.

- She hugged him and let him go, telling him not to do anything stupid while she went on the life boat.

- Valerie has faith in Sebastian, he himself reassured her that Ciel will be protected.

Mini-Easter event:

- Stared at Lizzie in shock of her mischievous idea of putting her egg on the top of the damn chandelier

- “Don’t you think that’s a bit unfair…?”

- “No, of course not! I have faith in Ciel and I trust he will win and get my egg!”

(I don’t remember anything in this little event :’) except Charles Grey breaking the window for a dramatic entrance-).

Public School Arc:

- Hearing the idea of going to a pubic school undercover sounded exciting to Valerie until she realized she had to do something about her chest.

- Faking her voice with only few days of practice before heading to the actual school since she as well as going undercover

- Seeing Ciel act like a boy his age felt strange yet reassuring to Valerie

- Valerie: Don’t you believe you’re overworking Sebastian? He’s a professor and he can’t be doing your tasks-

- Ciel: Don’t worry; he’ll be fine

(When Soma pulled up on an elephant)

Valerie: Ciel isn’t that your friend?

Ciel: SHHHHHWHDHDH

(That one second time Ciel had committed arson)

Valerie: Well…would you look at that.

Valerie: You have skills in throwing a lantern through the violet wolf house window from this distance, but don’t have the skill for knife throwing?

Ciel: Darts and knife throwing are two different things, Valerie.

(During cricket idea and strategies)

- Valerie “Laxatives in the meat pies?! Wouldn’t that be-”

- Ciel: “Cheating? Yes. But do you have any other better ideas better than the A to Z?

- Valerie: “You mischievous and cunning yet clever boy…always somehow getting what you want.”

- Valerie: “He reminds me of father honestly.”

(Midnight Tea Party)

- Undertaker being the headmaster was NOT what I had expected…

Emerald Witch Arc:

- Learning German with Ciel was an interesting thing to imagine.

- Seeing him struggle to properly speak and understand Sullivan was amusing to her

(She knew damn well she shouldn’t be laughing because hers was also equally as bad).

- Sullivan grabbing Ciel by the…yk definitely shocked both siblings.

- Valerie questions what the hell these women have been teaching this girl.

- Had the most smug smile on her face seeing Ciel offer a hand to Sullivan and his offer of friendship, he’s finally making friends.

- During the Emerald Witch Arc when Ciel wasn’t really acting as his earl self; she was beside Finny and helping him take care of Ciel (she also cried because it had been so long since she had seen Ciel cry as well as seeing him in such a hurt state).

- When after hearing the idea of Ciel wearing Sullivan’s dress to trick the ladies in the plan of fleeing the village, she was covering her mouth and snickering the entire time.

- Women in tanks?! The hell did they get the war equipment from?!

- Valerie and Elizabeth had the times of their lives teaching Sullivan the ways of a lady.

(For those who remember; Ciel was also dragged into it).

- She secretly adored Sullivan, and was a bit taken back when she had cut her hair till chin length.

Blue Cult Arc:

(FROM WHAT I CAN REMEMBER 😞)

- When Valerie heard Ciel’s idea of creating the Phantomfive, has he officially gone insane?

- Withdrawal of blood plus a music group…putting two and two together it doesn’t sound as bad.

- EDWARD IS APART OF IT? WHAT TYPE OF BRIBERY DID CIEL HAVE TO INCLUDE HIM TOO?

- Oh when aunt Francis finds out she is pulling that boy by the ear for being improper…

- When Valerie found out about R!Ciel, of course she was in denial at first.

- Shamefully also lied Elizabeth’s whereabouts and was helping her actually.

- She didn’t exactly turn her back on O!Ciel instantly. As mentioned before she loved both of her younger brothers equally.

- If Valerie was given more time to critically think, more time to speak to O!Ciel and understand why he would do something like that.

- Maybe things would have been different.

Blue Memory Arc: (just some of Valerie’s memories rather than Ciel’s)

- Did get spanked by Rachel Phantomhive/her mother for sneaking into the kitchen and grabbing dessert for herself and the twins before dinner. Tanaka also probably scolded her.

- Valerie when she was younger always found her mother’s hair to be gorgeous. She didn’t like inheriting the current color from her father…

- “I COULD HAVE HAD MOTHER’S BLOND HAIR?!”

- Valerie was once that little girl that wanted to marry her father, in which when told that logically she could not, little Valerie refused to marry anyone else

- Was going to be in an engagement with Edward Midford but Lizzie and Ciel were already enough.

- her mother and aunt Anne were amazing role models too

- Despite Undertaker’s strange appearance and behavior; Valerie when she was a child wasn’t too frightened since he cares about all the Phantomhive’s and was friendly.

- When O!Ciel was diagnosed with asthma; he had to stay inside most of the time. In which Valerie was also inside due to lessons/tutoring.

- Was very much a victim of Elizabeth’s dress up games even when she was younger.

- Fencing with Lizzie when she was old enough was fun since Lizzie was just as much of a natural prodigy as Valerie. Making their levels equivalent and more of a fun experience.

- (Edward is terrified of both of those girls when together).

- Valerie whenever she could, would spend time with O!Ciel so he wouldn’t feel too lonely. O!Ciel would feel guilty because it would impact her schedule; but she said she would rather spend time with him than those “boring” lessons and tutoring.

(^ It was most likely chess they play, in which O!Ciel would win most of the time).

- Despite her aunt Francis being as equivalently strict with her, Edward, Elizabeth, and Ciel(‘s). It sometimes felt as if she was the strictest with her since she is the current Lady Phantomhive. Valerie is aware that her aunt was the previous Lady Phantomhive.

- Supported ??? idea of creating a toy company and found the idea to be adorable! But Ciel on the other hand didn’t take it very well…after some comforting from Valerie and their mother, the worries slightly went away.

- Daddy’s girl or Mama’s girl? Nuh uh she was both.

- O!Ciel and R!Ciel (when they were kids) when not clinging onto their mother or father, would cling onto their older sister.

- Days when mother, father, and Sirius were alive…it felt more lively…

- I was happy…yet…why am I not know after finding out something so major?

- Am I that terrible of an older sister?

Blue Revenge Arc:

ERROR…ERROR…

Where did the Lady Phantomhive go…?

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler oc #ciel phantomhive #our Ciel #real Ciel #phantomhive siblings #mey rin #finnian #finny #black butler finny #baldroy #sebastian michaelis #manga mentions #Valerie Phantomhive #black butler snake #elizabeth midford #Lizzie #edward midford #black butler: book of atlantic #phantomhive twins #vincent phantomhive #rachel phantomhive #might add more #angst #funny moments #black butler grell #eventual crossover

[pastafossa]

i saw your pic with charlie, just wanna say that im happy for you. 🥰

congrats on having him hold the red thread, i am very envious with you (and the others) who had the chance to be near him or even just to see him in person.

it was my first time seeing what you look like, and i hope you dont take this the wrong way…but you look like a vampire? i dont know if it’s the lighting but you’re so pale—like wow, that’s pale. like, WOW. THATS. PALE. and the widows peak? gurrlll..you can be morticia adams. and top it off with your dark eyeshadow?? not to mention your aura/vibe? ma’am are you a creature of the night? but it’s fine coz you’re like a happy vampire? like ‘what we do in the shadows’ happy. 🥰

anyway, that’s all i gotta say, congrats again on seeing charlie and i hope you dream of him. 😘

First off I want you to know this is literally, legitimately the funniest fucking way I've ever had asked about my pale af skin, which actually happens a lot. A brief summary of the funniest:

Been asked if I was wearing a wig, because don't albinos wear wigs?

Been asked by my own mother why I was wearing white socks with my flats. I wasn't. Thought that was it. Two years later she asked why I was wearing white tights with my shorts. I also wasn't.

Been told I could signal a plane, no mirror needed, on a desert island.

Been told by two happy tattoo artists that working on me is almost like working on white paper, 'it comes out so bright!'. First artist even knocked 50 bucks off because he didn't need as much ink or time as he usually would.

Had the 'THE BEACONS ARE LIT' comic hilariously reenacted when I wander out in a bathing suit or tank top, or in this case, in my photo with Charlie where they used a light that lit me up like a road beacon. You know, this comic:

Also after sending this to a friend, I have been dubbed Nosferpasta. 'I'm a vampire' is now going in the 'Standard Responses To General Questions Of Why I'm Pale' box because holy shit (truthful answer: one of my medications makes me incredibly sensitive/borderline allergic to sunlight, and I can burn in as little as 15 minutes without sunscreen. That means I never get a chance to tan. Kinda vampirish now that I think about it).

Not me also scribbling down Morticia as a cosplay option cause, well, yeah, I've got the hair and the skin and I definitely wear a lot of black clothes, dark eyeshadow, and black cat-eye eyeliner. I'd barely need foundation at all. Either that or I'll be a happy vampire, which I also love.😂

Thank you so, so much for coming to say hi! I'm honestly still on such a high having gotten him to hold the thread which is NOT something I ever really expected to have happen. I'm going to be drowning in that dopamine for a looooong time!

#no but now i need to be morticia #i do Jessica Jones cause she is JUST as pale (and she's the reason I went black for hair) but so is morticia #someone get me that dress STAT #either that or a happy vampire which wouldn't require much work #i'm literally going to just tell people i'm a vampire when they ask #i burn in the sun i wear black i'm pale i occasionally white out cameras i use dark eye makeup and i hang out at a witchy shop #all the signs are there #Pastaferatu #Nosferpasta? #Dracu-pasta #i'm going to have fun with this #especially since i now live in a place that's snowy 7 months of the year so i'll probably get even paler 😂

[askcharaandfriends]

Chara! i know it may sound rude but is not meant to be could you please rate 1 to 10 your relationship with everyone? 1 being we need to work out some big issues/problems and 10 is we have the most awesome Friends/Family relationship!

Chara: um well... I don't know If I could just rate my relationship with everyone. But I can describe what I feel and how I think about them.

Dad- big warm soft hug factory. Always there for me. Listens and takes my opinions seriously. Not the best chef, but probably the best gardener ever. Protective and sturdy. Home is where the Asgore is. Sometimes very sad, but always tries to keep smiling and find something nice about the day.

Toriel- complex woman with a lot of responsibilities. Stuck halfway in between being a good mom and a good queen. Super kind and loving but with quite a lot of weight in her chest. Baking extraordinaire. Can make even snails appealing. Also quite good at textiles- taught me everything I know. Bit of a grammar police but in a gentle corrective way.

Asriel- more than a friend. My partner. Soft and cute. Kind and thoughtful. I can't imagine not being by his side. We are thick as thieves. Great at video games and has a superb imagination. Also not half bad at video editing. Sometimes a bit of a scardy cat and a pushover, but incredibly brave and cool when it really counts.

Sans- full of energy and puns. Loves his brother to pieces and will do anything for him. Parkour expert. Ninja skills. 9th level black belt in pranks. Secret love of junkfood. And socks. And toriel. A man of many secrets in general. But very fun loving, cool and caring.

Papyrus- well crafted puns finely aged in an Oaken cask. Equal parts silly and serious. Very cool without even trying. If he ever tried- watch out world! Loves his brother more than anything in the world. Depression disguised as laziness- but he's getting better. Mild sugar addiction. Astonishing capacity for forgiveness and giving second chances.

Alphys- anime antagonist turned ally. Gives amazing long-winded speeches. She deserves an Oscar. Highly opinionated and passionate. Hard outer shell like a hermit crab. Surprisingly soft insides. Fond of cute things. Highly skilled and trained warrior. Hero of her own story. A blast to hang out with except- ironically- when watching anime due to her opinions often Clashing with mine. We're like epic rivals.

Undyne- an excellent mad scientist. Brilliant and creative inventor. Very enthusiastic about her work and her girlfriend. Prefers to show rather than tell. Surprisingly Pyro for a fish lady. Almost always exciting. But also has a soft and sad side that she likes to sweep under the rug. She has a good heart though and is loyal to a fault.

Tem- the unreformed Stitch in my life. Little gremlin. Mild chaos. They're a lot of fun at the best of times. At the worst of times... well at least they aren't bent on causing permanent damage anymore. Cranky chihuahua. Grumpy cat. Lonely haunted doll. They say they don't feel anything and literally do not have those emotions, but I don't know. They must be really good at acting because they feel genuine enough sometimes. Even if they don't have a SOUL, they must have some kind of echo of one or else why can they get so mad when I destroy them in smashbros? Out of everyone they seem to tolerate me the most. I think it's because I remind them of their best friend....even though we are nothing alike.

Napstaton- an amazing dj and super cool and chill. Surprisingly shy for a world famous celebrity. Seems like they like to party but in reality big crowds drain their batteries really fast. Greatly prefers to just vibe.

Hapstablook- pretty much the opposite of his cousin but not in a bad way. The undead of the party. A trendsetter and fashionista. Loud and highly opinionated- somehow more than Alphys. Sometimes pushy. Completely glamorous. Kept trying to dress me up until I put my foot down. But He's cool and respects my fashion choices, even if he doesn't always agree.

Dr Hermann- mysterious scientist from the space between spaces, but apparently not originally from there. Apparently Sans and Papyrus' mom. Didn't get to raise her boys as much as she would have liked. Seems loving and caring and glad to be back. Also somehow a Latina even though many generations of monsters were under Canada.... though I suppose it's not that strange. It explains why both Sans and Papyrus occasionally break out in to Spanish.

#long post #fun little interaction #about the character #character opinion #about everybody

[ladyofriverrun]

Tag Game Friday

I was tagged by @svetlanayevgenivna

1. If you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do? Just an hour? Then one of the ultimate billionaires who are absent of morals and hoarding all their wealth, and then I'd fucking donate every last penny to every worthy cause I could think of. And, just a little 100,000 for myself for my work. I'd have to work fast though with only having an hour.

2. What's your most trivial/dumbest hot take? That none of my takes are dumb or trivial? Haha.

3. If you had to teach a college course what would it be? Probably English Language, because I'm always answering everyone's questions and confusions daily anyway.

4. Season 12 of shameless is suddenly happening and you’ve been put in charge! What plot points are you going to make happen? Never watched it. I didn't even watch the original series (the UK series) when it was on. I'm aware of it, but I have no further info.

5. Who would be your godly parent? (Can be any mythology) Well, since I work with Lilith then I'd have to say her. It's like my Mum works with Artemis so she'd probably say her. Natural logic for the answer, haha.

6. What’s something you love about yourself? I'm both intelligent and creative. I don't pick either one like society seems you have to do, that you can't enjoy both academic and creative things, it's one or the other. And I'm also starting to own my intelligence now, after sort of masking it due to always being treated differently over it.

7. Describe your day in 5 emojis: Day is only just beginning and it's been nothing but rain but there's no rain emoji on desktop. If there was, I would do 5 of them.

8. What Shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight? All of them? Not a clue.

9. Tell us 2 truths and a lie, we’ll try to guess the lie! I have been to Italy multiple times but I've never been to Rome, I was once engaged but I called it off, and in high school I made a teacher cry.

10. Do you have a pet(s), if so, how did they get their names? I currently have two cats, Ginny and Tybalt. Tybalt is a black cat and he has an expression that felt he needed a dramatic name. Tybalt is the Prince of Cats in a medieval poem. Ginny was this tiny jumpy thing as a kitten and she has this adorable cute face and we were struggling to name her and we were saying names and one of the names we said was 'Juniper' and juniper berries make gin....and then we both said at the same time 'Ginny!'. We also had a third cat who sadly passed away a couple of years ago who was called Ribby and she was named after Cousin Ribby in The Tale of Samuel Whiskers.

11. Show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence.

12. What’s your typical coffee/tea/beverage order? I don't really have hot drinks. But when I do it's always a coffee, with oat milk. With possibly a shot of syrup as a treat. But generally I'm a cold drink person, and if I'm in a shop, then it's probably a fancy soda. There's one I love at this restaurant that involves rose water and basil.

13. Use a song to describe the last 5 years of your life? The entire TS Reputation album has felt the vibe for the past 5 years, I won't lie.

Tagging: whoever wants to!

[m0rbidm1nk]

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬!!

𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔢 . . .

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

- 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬) ~ Mink/Rip/Gloomy

-𝐀𝐠𝐞 ~ 19 going on 20

- 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ~ ♀️

- 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲~ Demisexual Demiromantic

- 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 ~ She/Her

- 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 ~ Drawing, Wicca/Witchcraft, Makeup, Videogames, Cooking.

- 𝑬𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂 ~ I am an agnostic wiccan, i have ADHD and suspected OCD, and i’m trad goth(Have been for years)! So if you want help with getting into the scene by all means shoot me a text.

- 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 ~ Lost Media, Cats, Snakes, Spiders, Possums, Rabbits, Bats, Hyenas, Crows, Betta Fish, Rain, Horror, Japanese or Korean food, The color black, Gothic rock, Non judgemental people, Nice people, Fall, Summer.

- 𝑫𝒏𝒊 ~ Ableists, MAPS/Pedos, Racists, Transphobes, Homophobes, Acephobes, Yumejoshis(I do not mind selfshippers but i don’t like the extremeists who claim a fictional character is theirs and gets upset when other people like them), Proshippers and Comshippers, Fatphobes, SA/Abuse Victim blamers, bible belt christians who believe their religion is superior.

- 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 ~ Hellsing, Black Butler, Hazbin Hotel, The Walten Files, FNAF, Chucky, Frost Bite, John Doe, House Hunted, Hatred, Metaloclypse, and Postal.

- 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 ~ Gothic Rock, 80’s New Wave, 80’s Pop, 80’s Metal, Post Punk, Horror Rap(Insane Clown Posse), 2000’s Pop, Nu Metal, Industrial rock, German Metal, Vaporwave.

- 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒔 ~

(I will not be too active here, so use these instead to message me.)

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅: m0rbid.bunny

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂: m0rbid.bunny

𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊����𝒅/𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅:

-If i soft block you or block you “without reason”, don’t make a big deal out of it.

-As i said earlier, i won’t be active here much so don’t expect me to always see your messages.

-If something i say or do bothers you, just tell me instead of not telling me so i can keep it in mind for the next time we talk/do whatever. I usually take people not telling me things directly very poorly due to my ADHD emotional dysregulation and Rejection sensitivity(And overall anxiety issues), and i’d rather be told upfront.

-If you don’t like me or my content, just block me or don’t engage. Simple as that. Do not involve me in drama or discourse as it will only cause me to get riled up and i don’t wanna be + It literally wouldn’t do any of us good. (Drama makes me get headaches and feel physically sick so i try to avoid it at all costs)

-When it comes to Hellsing, i primarily focus on Luke Valentine or Millennium in general, if this ain’t your vibe, please block my account.

Personal tags: Morbidminkart, Minktalks

#hello #intro post #blog intro #dni list

[carpetbug]

tell me ab your bug and cat playlist!!!! (this is my main I’m zodoods dhsjvdsjj)

HI ZO 💕!! THANK U FOR INDULGING MY SILLY LITTLE SONG LISTS! i’ll give you a song or two from a couple <3

Chat Noir

Break (Alex G) - oh my god it just screams his sacrificial tendencies paired with his love for ladybug. obsessed with this song for him. I also see these sort of reflections? of other sides of him in this song? “I could disappear, if this is what makes you feel so real” cat walker out the fucking wazoo hello! “In my head I see bright lights… I think I’m feeling it now just like you did” “And I’ll break for you baby cause you make it feel so good” CHAT BLANC HELLOOOOOO!! anyways i’m super normal about this song and totally don’t have any plans to animate anything to this 👁️

Ladybug

happy news for sadness (Car Seat Headrest) - i see this song fitting both LB and mari! the obvious line being “You can never tell the truth but you can tell something that sounds like it” relating to how deeply she values honesty and truth, but ends up having to lie and hide things from almost all the people in her life. “Everytime I think about love, I think about me thinking about you … Everytime I think about love, I think about you thinking about me” sorry this is just so fucking ladynoir? thinking about you as in thinking about adrien, this boy i’ve devoted myself to loving, but when i think about love I also think about you, chat noir, thinking about me, ladybug, the girl you’re so openly in love with. how can those both be love when they’re so different? how can they both be the truth? are they even?

Marinette

Gambling Addiction (Leanna Firestone) - i’m so insane bonkers crazy for this song ITS SO GOOD GO LISTEN TO ALL OF LEANNAS MUSIC anyways. how marinette falls quite literally head over heels when she’s in love! but she ultimately feels like she’s always playing a losing game! I also love the whole concept of marinette being both luck as ladybug and unlucky as herself with always saying the wrong thing, falling over, etc. “I wanna be pulling lucky numbers and praying to lucky stars, finding four leaf clovers and counting all my cards but i’m walking under ladders, seeing black cats, spilling table salt, and stepping on every crack” “so i’m crossing all my fingers, i’m pressing all my luck cause I know misfortune just won’t be enough to keep me from betting it all on love again”

Adrien

TV (Alex G) - adrien’s relationship with his parents! especially with emelie just sort of being gone? and he never gets to have that closure? ESPECIALLY WITH HER BEING AN ACTRESS?? AND GABRIEL NOT LETTING ADRIEN WATCH HER ROLES?? “I get feelings from the TV, they can’t hurt me, they don’t know me” “He gets lonely, he forgets me and he bought us a TV cause you don’t come around anymore” IDK GUYS I CANT PUT IT INTO FUNCTIONAL WORDS BUT DO U SEE THE VISION??

Chat Blanc

The Wolf (Fever Ray) - i love this song for chat blanc so much! (here is a drawing i did with lyrics from it!) I just am so obsessed with the vibe and tone, how deep and echoey it is, but with the intermittent hollers! it gives a very specific feeling, I love it. “And it’s poison in his blood. Big fire, big burn, into the ashes and no return” just like a perfect reference to everyone being turned into literal ash! it works so well with the chaotic, destructive nature of blanc.

Shadybug

DICTATOR (REI AMI) - i think the general vibe of the song is so fitting for her! especially the really direct transition to a much softer and emotional tune/lyrics! RAAAA it’s just so telling of how she makes shadybug into this terrifying powerful figure that can and will hurt anyone in her way when she’s just marinette, this lonely teenager with one too many problems and a shitty/dangerous coping mechanism! “I am not your queen, i’m your dictator. bend the fucking knee, yeah bitch, that was an order! what you say to me, huh? bitch speak louder! you know i reign supreme” it’s just screams shadybug to me. also hehehehe reign supreme get it

Adrinette

Romeo & Juliet (Peter McPoland) - okay imma be so fr this one makes me feel a little too silly in the heart so i unfortunately do not have the words to explain but please imagine and chew on these lyrics “I’d say “oh I love you” to my Juliet, if you only knew, i’d kill for you, i am for you, i am just who you need me to be” “i hope you mean it when you say that I am yours and you are mine”

I Love You Too (Peter McPoland) - i’m a sucker for this man’s music he makes some bangers but yeah this song it just screams adrinette to me. especially post season five, seeing them get to explore starting a relationship together and navigate their own love!! also just really shows how devoted adrien is to loving marinette, how he holds her to no expectations, values her comfort and happiness above all else during their interactions LIKE GOD HE LOVES HER SO MUCH HES WILLING TO SIT AND WAIT AND LOVE HER IN SILENCE UNTIL SHES READY FOR IT TO BE AS LOUD AS IT FEELS!! IDK!! “i love you too, too much to say” “i love your hands held close to mine, the way that our fingers all intertwine”

Ladynoir

Best Song Ever (One Direction) - guys. do i even have to explain. it is so chat flirting with ladybug. it is so entirely season one ladynoir. “maybe it’s the way she walked straight into my heart and stole it” “I said “can i take you home with me?” she said “never in your wildest dreams””

Shameless (Camila Cabello) - some fun ladynoir reveal brain food! lb getting fed up with identities clogging her emotions and deciding to throw it aside and let chat make the decision himself “it’s been a secret for the longest time” “now that you have me, do you want me still?”

Marichat

HandClap (Fitz and The Tantrums) - ok it’s honestly just the part “Every night when the stars come out, am I the only living soul around? Need to believe you could hold me down cause I’m in need of something good right now” BUT HEAR ME OUT!! Marinette and Chat seeking each other out when they need comfort, someone to vent to. Finding each other, making this connection and this safe space with so much warmth and care between them that it grows from just mutual support to adoration. I need something good right now, I need you.

Vampire Empire (Big Thief) - tbh i’m not like 100% sure what about this song is so entirely marichat to me but. it is. More angsty, it makes me think of marinette and chat trying to foster a romance between them but it just tasting… stale? like a dead plant drowning from being overwatered. “the milk has just expired, all the leaves are dead. I’m not quiet, you’ve been quiet, just receiving what you said.” They do want each other, and there’s such intense love between them, but it just always feels like they’re going about it the wrong way. “Where you can’t seem to hold me, can’t seem to let me go, so I can’t find surrender, and I can’t keep control”

Ladrien

Sports (Beach Bunny) - Ladybug getting to explore Adrien’s hobbies with him as they get close! spending her time with him, learning any new skill he’s willing to teach just to make him happy “if you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you! Tell me baby, why do you seem so blue?” but eventually kind of getting tired of playing these games around their feelings and just wanting to be with him outside of these activities “I’m tired of waiting, I was never good at sports. Save the games for the girls on the tennis courts”

We’ll Never Have Sex (Leith Ross) - THE SOFTNESS!! THE GENTLENESS!! THE CARE AND COMPASSION AND LOVE AND SIMPLICTY! “If I said you could never touch me, you’d come over and say I looked lovely” ITS JUST SO THEM!! Adrien respecting these boundaries, listening to his lady, caring for and loving her regardless of what form it comes in. “Oh you kissed me, just to kiss me, not to make me cry. It’s was simple, you are sweetness, let’s just sit a while”

#carpetbug playlists #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #marinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien #adrien agreste #ladybug #chat noir #adrienette #adrinette #ladynoir #marichat #ladrien #chat blanc #shadybug #toxinelle #HOLY SHIT THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR A FUCKING MINUTE #ZO THANK U FOR THE ASK MWAH I LOVE YOU IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG #only the best for my silly little song lists that make me feel too much #for anyone else who sent asks about my playlists I PROMISE I WILL ANSWER THEM!! I AM JUST SLOW!! #carpetbug answers