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sovksluv · 1 month

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hi! could you do something with luke castellan x a lowkey bitchy reader? like very snarky and kinda bratty, but is only rly sweet to him?

sparks

𖤐 . pairing - Luke Castellan x gn!reader

𖤐. summary - you’re a hater at heart (so real) buuuuut you have the sweetest soft spot for your sweetest “best friend”

𖤐 . content includes - mean/hater!reader (as you should), random (probably douchey) ares kid, allusions to crushes, the word loser (im watching it so that’s in my mind rn)

𖤐 . word count - 536

𖤐 . taglist - @perseus-jackass @niktwazny303 @st4rzl7

𖤐 . a/n - sorry this sucks 😭 but i hope you guys like it !! also i had smth else to say but i forgot it so oh well

“okay?” you retorted, dragging out the ‘y,’ venom laced between the waves of your words. the Ares kid in front of you — whom you were arguing with, paused, face red and searing with anger, searching for his next comeback.

you smirked in a momentary victory, preparing to finish off your battle with clever last words however, your attention was drawn away at the shuffling beside you.

the familiar warmth of a hand on your leg sent your head flying to the side, face immediately lighting up as your eyes were engulfed in the ever so familiar sight of his chocolate curls.

“hey, Sparks! what’s happening?” said Luke, who then began immediately stuffing his face, eyes never leaving yours.

the beaming smile on your face was a great contrast to your previous heated moment, which you had just been reminded of at the sound of a throat clearing.

both of your attention was drawn to the Ares kid who had yet to leave, unlike others who were in his situation before. “what are you still doing here?” you snapped, firing up again.

after a moment of silenced shock, he went to speak again, only to be cut off. “i asked a question! now leave!”

he scoffed, slamming his palms on the table as he dramatically stomped away. “he should win an award with all that drama.” you sneered, eyes practically rolling into the bag of your head.

Luke snorted from beside you, hiding an amused smirk with his chewing as he gave you a look, eyebrows raised. “what!” you yelled, a smile taking over your features again.

he shrugged, failing to hide his laughter as you playfully shoved him, your own laughter following suit. “nothing, nothing!”

you laughed, eyes brightening with fiery joy. “why are you laughing at me, Luke?” he smiled, eyes tightly scrunching as he scooted himself closer to you, erupting warmth throughout the both of you.

“it’s just funny,” he reasoned, suddenly breaking your eye contact to stare at his empty, devoured plate.

your eyebrow raised, interest peaked as you shoved him again, his head instantly turning back to you. “what is?”

“your attitude.” he quipped, very, very slight fear etched in his words.

“my attitude?”

“yes your attitude. like- you’re so sassy to everyone.”

you scoffed, eyes scrunching up. “well, everyone but you.”

Luke thought for a second, realization crossing over his face. “yeah. everyone but me. why?” he asked, smirk returning and eyebrows raising in anticipation.

“because I like you.” you answered, voice strong despite your weary insides, hoping Luke would fail to understand what you were truly saying.

he softly chuckled, his sweet smirk reappearing. “yeah, cus’ i’m special.”

you snorted, “yeah, you really are special.”

Luke scoffed in offense, and now it was his turn to shove you, dramatically crossing his arms at your words.

“whatever, Sparks. you’re just a hater.”

you laughed, dragging your body closer to his as the two of you continued firing snarky remarks back and forth.

neither of you seemed to notice or care about the stares from the campers around you.

it was unlikely that anyone would understand your unexplained softness towards the hermes boy. they just didn’t understand you like he did.

losers.

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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i feel like eren luvs backshots like seeing y/n crying from overstimulation and his aggression. Hands all over her ass or holding her wrists behind her back to keep her from pushing him away like ughsjdjd i luv them so much

godddd, cannot believe I missed this when it was first sent but baby, lemme get into it. 🫠🫠

because I am a firm believer that eren is a HUGE bully in bed when he wants to be. Like sure, he’s sweet, always praising you and telling you how pretty you look. Even giving amazing aftercare but when he’s in that mood? (especially if he’s jealous or you’ve pissed him off bad enough 😭) Oh, you’re in for a hell of a night. I’m talking he’s putting you in every position, making you tap even though it does not a bit of good. “Baby, okaaay..okay! I’m sorry..” patting at his abs before he just forces your hand to the mattress and mocks you. “So? I’m supposed to care. Shut up and take this fucking dick, baby. I don’t need no apology.” Aggressively handling you, even adding a couple slaps as he pounds into your core. Making light pulses into the pit of your stomach, forming a bulge in the process. And he always talks so much shit while he’s in it. “Matter of fact, flip over. Put that ass in the air and spread that shit open.” Commanding you to reposition on all fours and grasp your asscheeks, tugging them apart. Your brand new nails on display on that sweat slicked skin. That pretty pastel pink contrasting with the beautiful dark complexion. “Yeah, just like that. Don’t move either.” Just then, you felt him cup your wrists together with one firm grasp and next thing you knew, cold metal and fluffy fur grazed your delicate skin. The pink handcuffs he had copped you as a gift a while back. “So you can listen. I told you to drop that fucking attitude earlier and you ain’t do shit but run that mouth. What changed, princess? Hmm?” Taunting you relentlessly as he teased your clammy folds with his tip without skipping a beat. Watching you writhe underneath his towering frame..tugging you back against his pelvis and his thumb pressed into your asshole. “..made this lil’ pussy cream and feel good so now you have some sense..isn’t that right?” amidst his shit talking, it wasn’t lost on you that he was slowly but surely gliding in, filling you to the brim with that throbbing cock. Your eyes trailing backwards the second it made place between the warmth of that wet cunt. Smacking noises and frothy stickiness forming on instinct. It were as if no matter how angry you were at him, your head, heart and heat were all on different wavelengths. “Yes, daddy! I’m so sorry..fuckkk. Can I come, please?” Whimpering in a frail like tone, wringing your bound hands, grasping on nothing more than air. Completely futile and pointless but you were hoping for relief as those thrusts picked up speed and depth. Instead, all you got were heavy handed smacks and cruel laughs..along with more dick than you could handle.

“Don’t be stupid, princess. Only good girls get to nut on this dick. We’ll see if you earn it after another two rounds.”

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her-favorite · 4 months

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SNOWY DAY; B. EILISH

BILLIE EILISH X F!READER

WARNINGS: none! - unrelated but i was listening to christmas music (and billie’s new cover of ‘have yourself a merry little christmas on snl) and omg i love the christmas season sm i wanna cry

WC: 2136! - short but sweet! (this definitely isn’t my best work but i decided to make this at 1 am bc i need more billie stuff)

A/N: something cute for all my billie girls 🤭 i thought it was fitting since i’m in a christmas mood and i wanted to get something done bc my girls bday is today!! - and i’m so sorry to everyone that sent a billie request a few months back! i’ve read them all and they’re all in my drafts, but (as usual) my motivation is always rocky 😭 (if any of you are still here lmao), i thank you all for being so patient with me! <3

SUMMARY: A perfect snowy day with Billie <3

The fresh smell of the cold air wafted into the house through the cracked window. She shifted slightly in your hold as the cold breeze skimmed against her bare arms. Her nose tickled your neck as she dug her head into your warmth.

The faint ring of the wind flying outside was quiet in your ear, but it soothed you subconsciously. Your hand smoothed over your girlfriend’s hair, twirling the colored strands between your fingers. You were still getting used to the somewhat new color on her, but you loved it just as much as the others. The red on her roots brought out her light skin and her bright eyes, in contrast with the black ends of the strands.

Her eyes were closed as she rested against you, her chest rising and falling evenly. Her arms sat against you loosely, limp from her slumber. Her eyelashes were long and beautiful, pink lips perfectly plump and just barely chapped from the cold wind wafting in and the stuffy air inside the tiny house. She was truly a sight to behold.

A soft groan broke you out of your daze as you felt another shift on top of you. Your hand never stopped brushing through her silky hair as hers moved down your side to rest on your stomach. “Morning,” she whispered into your skin, her voice raspy from just waking up.

“G’morning, baby.” You smile, your eyes never leaving her face. Finally, she opened her eyes, those beautiful blue irises looking into yours. They always hypnotized you, putting you into a lovesick trance.

“Whats got you so happy?” Despite her teasing attitude, a smile grew on her lips. Billie’s finger poked your side lightly, making you jump and for her to giggle in response. “S’cold.” She grumbles and lies her head back onto your shoulder.

“Was just watching you,” you whisper, not paying too much attention to your words as your finger gently moves a short strand of hair that fell in front of her face. Your opposite hand searches the empty space before landing on her back and under her shirt, gently rubbing up and down, quickly soothing her into a relaxed state again.

“I don’t have to do anything today.” Billie mumbles. A smile spreads across your face at her words. Despite already knowing her schedule, your squeeze her tighter against you and lean down slightly to press a kiss to her bright roots. You turn your head to look at the small table next to her bed, reaching over to grab your phone and look at the time. 10:47 am.

“We should probably get up, Bil.” The unwanted words leave your mouth in a whisper, still moving your palm against her back softly.

She quickly protested, grumbling against your skin, vibrating it slightly. “No, mama, c’mon.” Her hold grew tighter against you, purposely locking herself on you. A quiet laugh left your lips at her action, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and letting her cuddle into you.

“Fine.. only a couple more minutes.” The smile on her face was worth the next hour you hadn’t allowed.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!”

A loud clanking sound echoed from the kitchen, immediately catching your attention. You quickly make your way into the room as you watch Billie shake her hand in pain and an irritated moan leave her mouth.

“Oh my god! Billie, are you okay?” You rush over to her and hold her wrist gently, inspecting the light red blush covering her pale hand. “Why the hell did you take the pan out without any gloves?” You scold her, watching the way she pouts out her lips.

“I couldn’t find any,” she whines. “I didn’t feel like looking for them.” She looks over at you, giving you those perfect puppy dog eyes, immediately making your heart speed up and your playful anger dissolve in seconds.

“Just call me next time, ‘kay?” You give her a look before she nods dramatically in response.

“C’mon, the cookies are gonna get cold!” Billie walks back over to the counter once you let go of her hand, her eyes wandering over the dozen of cookies on the pan. “Get the frosting, babe.” You stay put as you watch her, waiting for her to take notice. Once she realizes you haven’t moved, she looks up and rolls her eyes. “Pleeeease.”

You laugh at her attitude and turn to grab the frosting that you had made with your family’s recipe. Now, with a towel that you had made sure she used, Billie picked up the pan and made her way into the living room with you following behind, carrying a bowl full of frosting. She sat on the floor and placed the metal on the small wooden table, quickly reaching over to grab the remote that was stuck between the cushions on the couch.

Shark’s ears perked up at the footsteps, his paws hitting against the wooden floor as he walks over to you both. As Billie switches the TV on, Shark lies down beside you, resting his head on your lap. As you scratch his head softly, quiet snores invade the small room, making you both giggle.

The sound of a piano being played resonates through the area. You quickly recognize the song as you look up, watching the intro on the television play. As Michael and Dwight struggle to bring in a Christmas tree through the door to the office, you look over at Billie as she grabs a cookie and scoots closer to you. You join her as you scoop up some frosting on your butter knife and lather it on the cookie, decorating it with festive colors.

Placing it back down on the tray, you reach over to grab another cookie until something else catches your eye. “Billie! It’s snowing!” You point forward, the white snowflakes flying past the window. She gasps and sits up, setting down her inappropriately decorated cookie and rushing over to the window. You gently move Shark off your lap - not without an annoyed grumble from the dog - and follow her, watching the snow stick to the ground. You feel fingers being laced through yours, a smile on your lips as you squeeze her hand in response.

You both watch the snow for a little bit as it begins to pack, the weather growing heavier. After a couple of minutes, you guys move back towards the table, instead taking a seat on the couch and bringing the table closer to you both. As everyone in The Office exchange gifts during Secret Santa.. or White Elephant, you eventually finish decorating.

As the light outside grows dim, the soft lights on the Christmas tree in the corner of the room seem to grow brighter.

“Baby,” her voice makes you look away from the lights, noticing the cookie in her hand and the cute smile on her face. “Open your mouth,” a laugh escapes your lips as you follow her orders. She moves the cookie forward and rests part of it on your teeth before placing the other half in her mouth. You both try to stifle giggles as you share the cookie, your hand moving under your mouths to pick up the crumbs that fell, though you were sure most of them made their way onto the couch underneath you both.

Billie’s hands reached forward and rested on your cheeks, trying to hold you still, despite her laughing state. Finally, when you both finish the cookie, she leans forward with a smile, pressing her lips against yours. The remnant of the sweet taste of the cookie resides on her, and it only fuels your love for her kiss more.

Not caring about the crumbs anymore, you let them fall from your palms as you reach up to hold your face as well. When you pull away to gather air, you keep your foreheads together. She tucks your hair behind your ear, swiping her thumb over your cheek and resting her soft palm against the side of your face.

“You’re so pretty, mama.” Billie’s voice was a whisper, but it sounded as clear as day in your ear. It must’ve been the millionth time that day you had smiled because of her, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You lean forward and kiss her gently, the same taste of the sugary cookie resurfacing.

“That’s all you, baby.” You whisper back with a smile.

The only light in the house were the string on the Christmas tree. It was still a few days before the holiday, but you both sat by the tree, inspecting the wrapped presents underneath. The small skirt underneath captured all the ornaments that had fallen and the little strands from the garland.

Your eyes rake over the tree, stopping on an ornament in the middle. A picture of you and Billie was inside of it, a sweet gift from her parents that they had made you both. The date was on the back of the ornament, written in a worn out sharpie. It had been snowing hard that day, piling up outside and onto roofs and cars. You and Billie were outside at her parents house, celebrating the holiday with her family. You two had been making snow angels, sporting heavy coats and boots. You both supported a bright smile as your heads were turned to look at each other. Billie’s nose was red from the cold, as were her cheeks.

Maggie had been the one to capture the moment, quickly snapping a picture before you both had gotten up. She kept it hidden until Christmas morning, gifting it to you two with a sweet smile on her face. Since then, you both had been excited to put it on your christmas tree.

“Open it.” A box was presented in front of you, Billie’s voice, once again, coaxing you out of your daze. The grin on her face was breathtaking, the action alone able to convince you.

“Bil, there’s only a few days until Christmas.” You laugh at her stubbornness, picking up the present and putting it up to your ear as you playfully shake it.

“Hey! Careful, sweetheart.” She cautions with a smile. “I know,” she drags out the word, tilting her head slightly. “But I wanna give this to you now.” Her voice was smooth, silky almost. It entranced you so much that you hadn’t even thought of questioning her. You knew better than to keep doing so anyway.

You give her a playful look before beginning to unwrap the gift. It was a smaller box, the size of your hand more or less. Tearing off the wrapping paper, you spare a glance up at your girlfriend, before opening the box. You reach in and pull out a heart shaped necklace.

“Open it,” she repeats, her voice soft. You follow her words, noticing the split in the middle. You click open the necklace and look at either side of the locket. A picture of you was on the left side, looking over to the right, locking eyes with a picture of Billie. The smile on your face grew wider at the present, a hand reaching up to press against your lips.

“Billie,” your voice came out quiet, your admiration and love for her and the gift seeping through your tone. Your gaze moves up to look at her, noticing the way she anxiously bites at her perfect lips. “Billie,” you repeat, speechless. You let out a quiet, soft laugh, not being able to find anything to say. You gently set the necklace back into the packaging, moving closer to her and wrapping your arms around her shoulders, bringing her as close to you as possible. She giggles and moves her hands under your thighs, shifting them over her lap, making you straddle her. “I love it, I love you.” You gush, your cheeks starting to hurt from how much you were smiling.

“I love you more, baby.” Billie smiles just as wide, leaning up and pressing her lips on yours before you could rebuttal. When she pulls away, she keeps you close while she reaches around you to grab the necklace. Her fingers click the clasp together behind your neck, letting the locket rest against your chest. Her soft hands move down your skin, opening the middle and looking between the pictures inside. She smiles and leans forward, kissing your picture before pecking your collarbone, the base of your neck, your jaw, chin, and finally, your lips.

As the night grew even darker, the light you both drew out of each other lit brighter. Ending the night just how it started, you held her tightly as you both watched the snow fall outside and the cool air flow in through the cracked window.

A perfect snowy day.

#billie eilish #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish smut #billie elish icons #wlw #i need this NOW #billie eilish lyric #wlw fluff

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xxzlushiez · 11 months

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Back in Time

2023! Bill Kaulitz x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Bill starts dating someone who he finds out reminds him of his younger self

Notes: fluff fluff fluff, kisses, corny bill, Name sorting acts like 2000s bill, dresses like him, just silly stuff not really anything crazy😭

- when he started dating you he always felt a little nostalgic

- when getting ready for a date and saw what you were wearing it kinda just clicked for him

- you reminded Billof himself as a teenager

- from how you sometimes did your hair to how acted

- it was so weird it was almost like seeing himself in front of him

- thought it was so so cute

- gave you the biggest hug and your like

- “what was that for”

- started to watch you more intently bc he wanted to see how similar you were to him

- you were prettyyyyy similar

- you were kind and confidence but could have attitude when needed

- weren’t afraid to express yourself which kinda made him sad in a good way because it was so nice to see

- when he told you how much you reminded him of his kid self you were shocked

- like okay let’s say you didn’t know that much about Tokio Hotel in the 2000s

- he would literally pull out tons of boxes from a storage closet and show you all his clothes and photos from when he was a teen

- laughing and joking around all day about the similarities

- if you if you let him put his signature makeup look on with some of his old clothes he would be like a kid in a candy store

- giggly and jumping around trying to find pallets with darker colors

- since he had a more vibrant and colorful aesthetic currently he kinda had to dig around😭

- if you were really patient and let him put your hair up in a similar style as his he would pass away

- like covering his mouth while laughing at how similar him and you look

- doing stupid catwalks around the house

- doesn’t know how he couldn’t figure out the connections sooner

- when you wore any dark clothing he always made sure to take pictures

- you kind of reminded him of a cat with how you acted and wondered if ppl saw him as one when he was a teen (they did)

- you brought out the child in him and made him wanna dress up in his old style just for funzies

- such a stark contrast between you to a social events

- your both bubbling with live and lighting up the room but your styles are like sun and moon😭

- polar opposites

- the standard of couple matching somehow

- if you were a certain pattern he will to in his own style

- includes some accessories from each others wardrobe in your outfits😭(I’m crying it’s so cute)

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the-saltiest-saltine · 11 months

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Could you write a Chrollo x kidnapped Reader where he just gentle noncons her after being held captive for months . She just really doesn’t warm up to him as he imagined it to considering she is shy and insecure👉🏼👈🏼

Thank you and I really love your work❤️

I’ll be 100% honest I was not expecting that as my first request lmaooo

I think I went a lil off topic sorry 😭 + implications are my specialty

Anyways, thanks for the support! Hope you like it <333

Warnings: non/dub-con (implied), yandere

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There’s nothing for you to be afraid of. You know that.

Well, in the physical sense, at least. Since your first morning waking up in his presence, you’ve been verbally assured of Chrollo’s lack of desire to hurt you. You can’t say that he’s completely lied about that.

Chrollo has never hit you. He’s never pushed you, never slapped you, never grabbed you by the wrist, even when you tried to run away from him.

You’ve only ever attempted that once, many months ago. You’d seen your opportunity and taken it, smart enough to know that the bustling crowds in the heart of York New City are useful tools of both obstruction and disguise.

You weren’t smart enough, however, to understand who you were dealing with.

You’d ditched your iced tea at him - a move that surprised both of you, considering your nature - knocking over the outdoor café chair as you sprinted away into the busy streets. Your limbs moved on impulse, motions imprecise as you expected him to appear in front of you, ruining your chances of freedom before you even had a chance to get your hopes up.

Instead, Chrollo chose to calmly follow you through the city streets with his hands in his pockets. You’d taken a gambling glance over your shoulder once you’d thought you’d created enough distance between predator and prey.

To your horror, he was only about twenty metres away, his fur-lined coat unmissable. His nonchalant attitude was unnerving, to say the least. He was just being an ass, right? That was the reason for his unfazed demeanour.

Narrowly missing an opportunity to stumble over your own feet, you continued your escape.

You took another glance.

Phew. He wasn’t catching up, still the same distance.

You put even more power into your legs, running faster than you’d ever run before. Another glance. Still the same distance. So he’s not catching up, what a relief.

Wait. He wasn’t falling behind, either.

No matter how fast or slow you ran, he was always behind you.

Unlike Chrollo, your endurance had a limit, eventually slowing yourself to a stop by an ice-cream parlour, panting and sweating and wheezing. You neither had the energy nor the gall to fight back as his arms snaked around you, sealing your fate.

He didn’t hurt you. But he hasn’t taken you outside for months, save for your last move into your current residence, a suburban house on the outskirts of Yorbia.

Perhaps he should’ve revelled in your touch more when he collected you. Since then, your anxieties have evidently only increased, shying away from all his touches, no matter how gentle, no matter how necessary. You won’t let him hold your hands, nails bumpy and bitten, or put an arm around your waist, shoving it away as he attempts to squeeze the soft flesh there.

His kisses don’t hurt you. His lips are delicate and his movements are gentle, a stark contrast to the man you know he truly is. Every time he tries, however, you move back on impulse. You can’t help it.

You’re nervous. It’s something he has to consider. If you were outspoken and sassy, he could just gag you. Forcing someone else to speak is leagues more difficult than simply cutting out their tongue. Frustration burns inside of him - you’re obedient in every sense, except for this single obstacle. He wants to touch you without having you back away, frightened out of your mind.

It’s unfortunate it has to come to this, it really is. But alas, you’ve both learnt that you can’t get what you want all the time.

He stands up, taking precise steps towards you. There’s terror in your eyes as he towers over you, shrivelling yourself up on the sofa. You don’t know what he’s going to do to you, but you know it’ll be horrid. Maybe he’ll kill a family member in front of you for your rejection, or threaten you with his Ben’s Knife, or maybe he’ll even slap you.

Chrollo does not do any of those things.

Instead, he crouches in front of you, caressing your cheek with his hand. Your eyes squeeze shut, trying to relax into his gesture, but your heart beats out of control.

He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, unreciprocated, before pulling away. It’s not enough. It never was.

You squeak as he throws you over his shoulder, carrying you to your shared bedroom, placing you down on the bed eagerly. He’s never been this rough with you, but there’s a first time for everything.

He peppers more kisses over your face, whilst you lie there, frozen in horror. As his kisses trail downwards, along your jaw, you manage to muster a few words out.

“Chrollo, please, st-”

“Just relax,” he coos, voice threatening to waver with anticipation.

You’re whimpering like a beaten dog, pathetic little thing you are.

Your eyes squeeze shut again, tears rolling. “I-I don’t…I can’t…”

“Yes you can, darling,” he coos as he plants delicate kisses up the length of your neck, the soft sensation of his lips adding to the conflict in your chest and mind.

Your words get clogged behind the lump of horror and fear that forms in your throat. Furiously shaking your head, a frantic last resort, you feel your jaw get caught in the web of his splayed fingers. Your eyes open as you feel his warm breath envelop your ear.

“You know what I promised you,” he purrs, “and I intend to keep it. I swear to you, doll, I won’t hurt you.”

#yandere chrollo #chrollo #chrollo x reader #chrollo fic #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #hxh #reader insert #tw noncon #tw dubcon #requests #asks

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biscuitboba · 6 months

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Thinking about how when zoro and luffy tried to tear their limbs apart (zoro with his feet and luffy with his hands) nami was always there to witness it, like... poor nami??😭

But seriously, thinking about zolu and how they were willing to lose their limbs rather than accept defeat/death.

Andd, once again thinking about how zolu are very much alike but also very different, how they are very complementary yet also very contrasting... it's definitely redundant at this point but-

Okay maybe i'll talk a little bit from psychology perspective, but i reallyyy love how zolu are very similiar but also different at the same time.

Like they're both 'opposites attract' & 'similiarity leads to compatibility' simultaneously. But im gonna focus on the similiarity aspect.

When talking about relationship, similiarity is usually one of the few keys to success in maintaining a lasting relationship. But like what kind of similiarity? Researchers have shown that similarity in couples tends to be more about shared values and background. And these are the factors that appear to predict relationship success—couples with more similar attitudes, values, and backgrounds tend to experience more lasting satisfaction, companionship, intimacy, love, and are less likely to break up [x]. Like similiarity between couples is more about the values than personality... guess what?

They are just very similiar-

In any kind of way. Personality, values, attitudes, you name it. but somehow also very different at the same time!! Like i can talk about zolu from psychological and i guess astrological perspective cuz they are very compatible that way, but i will shut up for now.

They are just soo 🫠🫠

#zolu #luzo #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece #i cant believe im (kinda) using my psychology degree to talk about zolu #should have fvking analyse them with maslow's hierarchy or #like the urge to psychoanalyse your favorite fictional characters/ship

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tkdrawz · 9 months

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Some of the TMNT fandom (and, frankly, society) really ain't shit.🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

[From left to right: Princess Fiona (Ogress Form) (Shrek) Eep (The Croods) Gloria (Madagascar) Dijonay Jones (The Proud Family) Luisa Madrigal (Encanto) April O'Neil (TMNT Mutant Mayhem)]

These ladies are female protagonists in their respective franchises. All of them have different body types that contrast from the default thin, petite body type that we're used to seeing. And all of them are BEAUTIFUL! 💖

Three of these ladies became love interests that ended up in healthy relationships with partners who love them for who they are. Also, four of them are women of color. (idk if Fiona counts. While she is green, she started off white so... 50/50? 🤷🏾‍♀️) That part is especially relevant to this post because Twitter got me EFFED UP. I'M ON ONE, ON TWO, ON THREE TODAY!

So the concept art of Mutant Mayhem's April O'Neil was revealed by James A. Castillo, an artist who worked on the movie.

And people are DRAGGING HIM LEFT AND RIGHT! Being disrespectful to both him and April's design. I can tell you right now not even a third of those quotes aren't positive! There is a vast difference between criticism and insults:

💛"I do not like this design. Besides the color yellow and her red/ginger hair, she simply doesn't read as April O'Neil." That's criticism. This expresses disproval of the design without any vulgarities.

💔"Rethink your entire career. "Artist" my ass! This shit is garbage! She looks like she sleeps in a van and smokes so much weed she reeks of it. You failed." That's disrespect. And I don't think I need to tell you why.

Normally, I tend not to discuss such sensitive topics on my blog (religion, politics, discrimination of ANY kind, etc.) for my sanity and out of respect for others with opposing views. But today, I will make an exception.

I would love to include Luisa, who alongside April was mocked and disrespected heavily for her appearance, but I wanted to speak on this matter from the perspective of a plus-sized African American woman. Luisa comes from an completely different background whose culture and standards I am not entirely familiar with. I can't speak on what I don't know. Respectfully.💜

In the black community, women are faced with colorism, texturism, constant comparison, and body image negativity on a daily basis. And a good amount of it comes from our own community! Our shade, our 4C hair, our weight, our attractiveness, our lifestyle! It's brutal out here!😭😭😭

However, in terms of media a plus-sized black girl is seen as ghetto, loud, and undesirable with a side of attitude. The best example I can think of is Dijonay from The Proud Family.

This is the show I grew up on! The theme song, the characters, the Suga Mama, ICONIC! I love Dijonay to pieces, but as I grew up I realize that she was, in some aspects, a negative portrayal. She was always chasing instead of being "the chase". She was a horrible friend to Penny. And she sucumbed to a lot of negative stereotypes with barely any redeeming qualities. And this was very disheartening considering that she was the darkest one in the group. And the heaviest. And as a little chubby wubby in the 2000s with THIS as my representation? I have to give the writers a bit of the side eye. Was she any better in The Proud Family: Louder and Prouder? To that I would say.... meh. I love her in the reboot, but they could do so much more with her in my opinion. I still haven't seen them address the issue of colorism. 👀

While she is not a human, Gloria is voiced by a black woman (Jada Pinkett Smith) and imitates the sass of a black woman so... yeah. She's included. Gloria was persued by two men. One was the suave, flexing hippo Motto Motto. And the other was her friend/neighbor from her childhood Melman. She chose the latter for good reason of course. Now in Madagascar, Gloria wasn't mocked or criticized for her weight. In fact, hippos are known for their weight. However, she was seemingly fetishized for it. By Motto Motto to be exact. And being fetishized is NOT better than being ridiculed.

Unlike Dijonay, April was the chase, a love interest for Leonardo. I admit, I was SHOCKED that she was gonna be persued. Let alone that the writers wanted to try another Turtle/April pairing considering how April and Donnie went...😬. Now her backlash was on a completely different level. One that I wasn't even prepared for....

While Gloria and Dijonay are original characters, Mutant Mayhem's April O'Neil is a different interpretation of the character that has existed since the 80's. The same can be said for the Turtles, Splinter, literally everybody else! Every show and movie for that matter! And with every story, she changes. Design, motivation, relationships/dynamics, even race as of lately. All of it changes. And change isn't bad. In my opinion, it keeps things fresh and interesting instead of spoon feeding us the same story and concepts over and over again. Change challenges us. Change motivates us. However, some people don't like change nor want to accept it and adjust. And that's life. That's just the way it is. But change is necessary in order to progress.

She wasn't bad in the movie AT ALL. I absolutely adored her! And the dynamic between her and Leo wasn't akward or uncomfortable at all. It was handled really well. Ayo Ediberi did an incredible job bringing her to life! (GOD, I loved her in The Bear! Shameless plug lol)

That being said, I understand some of the sensitivity that fans have when a character changes so drastically you can barely recongnize them anymore beyond the bare minimun. (See also Sonic Boom's Knuckles) But the blatant discrimination, rude comments, and the boldness, THE AUDACITY, that some of these nasty Twitter fingers with their dirty fingernails have to type such disrespect to the artist that I can't repeat up here was wild af. Like, I can't believe we have to share a planet with some of them! Uggh!😷(But that's Twitter 24/7 so what's new?) Her and Rise April don't deserve the hate they get. You don't have to like them. Art is subjective. But to insult and harrass the artists and the people who look like the characters, then mask it under the umbrella of "tHaTs mY oPiNiOn" is 🐱. I said what I said. And I will say that shit again.

Also, just because she's black doesn't mean we can't have another white April O'Neil ever again. We know goodness well they could make another iteration of TMNT and make her white if they wanted to. Heck, I encourage them to explore other races and cultures too! New York is full of them! And it's not like all the other versions of April up and vanished. You can watch them anytime on Hulu, Netflix, Paramount Plus, etc.

One more point I'd like to make is that I am an African American woman who is currently on a weight loss journey. As a plus-sized girl, I had incredibly low self-esteem and picked up toxic, unhealthy eating habits from starving myself to overeating BECAUSE I starved myself. Also, I have experienced both sides from being disrespected and made fun of to being complimented and persued. I was at my biggest weight 2 years ago and I have made incredible progress to lose weight since then. People can lose weight. It is achievable! I went to school with some people who were way bigger than me that lost the weight by senior year! Just because she's big in this movie doesn't mean she can't lose weight by the sequel. Like I've said before, it's not wrong to encourage health and fitness!💪🏾 In life, they call this a glow up. A "remember how you treated them in high school" type of comeback. People can, and are allowed to, change. And it's not wrong to embrace your body and the skin you're in. It's all relative!💖

This post isn't to convince you to change your mind. And it won't make the bullies go away. I can't change the world overnight, nor am I trying to. At the end of the day, you're the consumer. It's your choice. Your prefrence. I can't tell you how to think.

I just wanted to spread a bit of awareness that plus sized people exist. And they will always exist. Everyone is deserving of representation in media in all facets. No matter their shape, size, shade, or sexuality. There are so many people from different walks of life who deserve to be seen and on screen. And the amount of visibility for black girls this year alone is amazing! And I want the same for other women of color, too!

Don't let this trash ass society and the people in it who prefer AI/robots over human beings, fake over real, and bad over good tell you otherwise. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YES I AM TALKING TO YOU. YOU ARE AMAZING! YOU DESERVE ALL THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE AND MORE. YOUR STORY CAN CHANGE LIVES. BEING A GOOD, HARD WORKING PERSON DOES PAY OFF IN THE LONG RUN! YOU ABSOLUTELY MATTER IN THIS LIFE AND THE NEXT. WE SEE YOU. I SEE YOU. AND I ADORE YOU. RAISE YOUR SELF ESTEEM, ADJUST YOUR CROWN, WEAR IT PROUD, AND DO YOUR BEST!

Be good to one another. Take care.

💙 -TK

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I just love drawing families of fictional characters, its interesting to think of how each sibling would look. I try to make them different from one another but at the same time maintain familial similarities.

Jinzha resembles their mom, Muzha their dad, and Nezha's a good mix of both.

Also get ready with some sibling dynamic rant, mostly relation HCs by me.

Enough with the parent child dynamic

I want sibling dynamic. Where these three come to terms on what happened between them. Specifically Muzha and Nezha's interaction is the one I want to see.

Tbh those two's fates in the myth reminded me of Hyakkimaru and Tahomaru in Dororo.

Like Nezha and Muzha had so much potential to gain solidarity with each other. Because Jinzha could never relate to them as the ignored or unwanted child. Muzha has that middle child stuggle fr.

Muzha is the one so eager to gain their fathers favor trying to meet Jinzha's level . Nezha wants nothing from his father so he makes himself worse.

Muzha's frustration with Nezha is that Nezha is rebellious, disrespectful of their dad

While Nezha's frustration to Muzha is that Muzha is so blinded and always struggling to achieve something so futile. Deep down he hates how Muzha is suffering this way but he wouldnt speak of it. This is why they always at odds.

They should make a movie focusin the Li brothers fr

Other than overusing the actual myths.

Fuck the ending from the original myth, they didnt even consider how the children felt from all the abuse. Not even mention of Muzha's death.

Enough Ao Bing, what about Muzha???

And the moral lesson is just about "respecting elders"?? The story still had so much to wrap up. How can you call this a family if there is some sort of hierarchal system. A family requires empathy to maintain that connection.

Tbh its kinda realistic

Families and siblings can still inflict trauma from each other .And a story based on reconcilation is a good way for this to be about family counselling.

I wanna see the "what ifs". It could be each brothers own story of self healing from the trauma caused on each other.

Maybe Im getting my hopes up too much, but it could be a development for them to forgive, start anew and an opportunity to connect and catch up on what they missed on each other.

Edit:

As for Jinzha he also has his own struggles as the eldest. Keeping up the station as the golden favored and perfect son. But its Asian family dynamics, which means hes in a lot of pressure. But he is mentally and emotionally strong. The brothers always busy on his studies ,future responsibilities and training to be able to spend time together. Their timetables seemed to be planned out to always not meet. Jinzha especially had less freetime. And if he ever came across any of his brothers, it was only one of them never both.

He doesnt mind being a buffer for the other two feuding but it does stress him out that it will never change. But he'll make sure to give time and attention to both of them as much as he can.

Other than keeping up his fathers expectations he also doesnt want to fail as a big brother to them🥺😭

Muzha and Nezha can see his efforts so they do not dare hold anything against him. Muzha still keeps his competitive attitude when Jinzha's around but accepts any offered kindness from Jinzha. While Nezha enjoys his company when he gets the chance.

Also because I tend to hold on to this little bit of bonding😭🥺🥺Jinzha trying to be the best big bro

Thinking of the contrast in the future where Jinzha was tasked to torture Nezha destroyed me😭😭😭What did Jinzha even feel while he had to do it??

Also here some Nezha with his hair down again

#li nezha #li muzha #li jinzha #nezha #nezha fanart #nezha lmk #character hc #sibling dynamics #li brothers #investiture of the gods

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riitah · 1 year

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[chocolate kisses] - gojo satoru x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: gojo satoru is your best friend, and always will be. nothing more, nothing less. despite you having rejected him years ago, there was no awkward tension between the two of you. in fact, to everyone else, it seemed as if you two were already a thing well before gojo had said anything. holding hands, sharing sweets, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders – these were things couples did, no?

yeah, but everything was strictly platonic. from your viewpoint, anyway.

but lately, you’ve been getting this strange sensation near your chest whenever the two of you decided to do something that required physical contact. and these beautiful, mesmerizing eyes that you didn’t think much of before now put you in a trance whenever he takes off his blindfold.

how could you confess your feelings when you were the one who refused his?

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

HONORABLE MENTIONS: special thank-you to my beta readers “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom” and forel :)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I’ve recently started getting into Jujutsu Kaisen and, though I don’t exactly have a strong romantic attraction to him, Gojo’s been on my mind a lot. After reading several pieces of fanfiction about him, I decided that I wanted to write my own (honestly his personality’s probably gonna be so influenced by them 😭). So enjoy a small oneshot featuring this man, the first work on my blog that isn’t Genshin related.

Also, we’re gonna pretend that the Jujutsu world pumps out daily newspaper articles that only sorcerers can access 😁👍

Gojo Satoru. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer. You would’ve liked to add “self-proclaimed” in front of it, but there was no denying how powerful your best friend was. Especially after you personally fought him one-on-one.

You scowled and turned off your phone, freeing yourself from having to continue reading the article titled, “Gojo Satoru, the World’s Strongest Jujutsu’s Sorcerer, has Defeated Yet Another High Grade Curse and Saved Millions of Lives!” with his – as much as you hated to admit it – gorgeous face plastered smack in the middle of the screen every few paragraphs. Were all of the exclusive Jujutsu World newsletters and their long-ass titles about him now?

“(Y/N)!” someone shouted from outside the door. Moments later, a certain white-haired individual popped his head into the room, a gleeful smile on his face. “You’re still here! What’re you doing?”

Speak of the devil.

You sighed in response, massaging your right temple as you mentally prepared for another lunch break spent with this man. “Toru, don’t you have anything else to do other than coming here to bother me?”

With an exaggerated gesture, he clamped one of his hands over his chest and tilted his head to one side. “I’m hurt! Don’t you enjoy my company?”

“The day I got assigned to the seat next to you back when we were students at Jujutsu High was one of the worst days of my life.”

“Aw, c’mon, we both know that I made your high school years the most enjoyable!”

He strode into the room – quite indifferently, a sharp contrast to his previous overdramaticized display of sadness – and with him, his intimidating aura. Despite his laidback attitude, he did carry a pinch of…

You squinted at him as he set down a paper bag on the coffee table and plopped down next to you with his legs spread wide as if he was trying to get into your personal space without actually doing so, quietly searching for a word that fit.

“What’s up?” He noticed your gaze and turned to look at you, a smirk resting on his lips. Despite his eyes being covered by the blindfold that he constantly paired with almost all of his outfits (which is…just one), you could tell that there was a teasing glimmer in them right now. “Finally regretting rejecting me? Hm?”

You snorted at the joke that he’s made one too many times, and when he leaned in you lightly pushed against his chest. “You wish. And stop occupying 75% of a couch that’s meant to fit at least three people.”

To this, he closed his legs and scooted closer to you instead. The wood creaked under his weight as he gently pressed against your side.

Your arms resting against each other.

Your breathing syncing.

His head moving to rest on top of yours.

You playfully rolled your eyes and indulged in his intimate behavior like you always did. Only this time – along with the various other times the last few weeks – every touch felt electrifying and sent shivers down your spine.

You pushed these weird sensations aside, entwining his fingers in yours, something you’ve done well over a million times. His hand felt rough, calloused – all from training, you knew. A direct piece of evidence that proved just how much work he put into becoming the best of the best. A direct piece of evidence that proved why he held the title of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and not you.

Biting down a surge of jealousy, you closed your eyes and gently laid your head on his shoulder. Noticing how his posture felt somewhat stiff, you started rubbing invisible circles into the back of his hand – just the way he liked it when he felt stressed.

You heard him exhale, a quiet sound that exited his body with poise and ease. You weren’t sure how anyone could breathe so elegantly, but here he was. And, just as you expected, his body sank lower into the cushioned seats as the tension left it, pulling you backwards.

For several moments, everything felt tranquil. Then, he just had to ruin it with a, “(Y/N), your heartbeat’s accelerating,” the smugness in his tone evident.

You harshly elbowed him and pinched his cheek, pulling on it hard.

“Ow!”

You half expected him to turn on his Infinity, but your fingers remained in contact with his face with no signs of slipping.

“Okay, okay, it didn’t – now will you please let go?”

You released him from your grasp and he rubbed at the spot, which was now red. “You know, if you wanted to touch my face so bad, you could’ve just asked.”

“Are you asking for a slap this time, Gojo Satoru?”

“Will that make you stay with me until the end of your break?”

“No, that’ll cost you another five slaps.”

“So mean! My presence should be more than enough to cover for it.”

“Not everyone’s obsessed with you,” you huffed indignantly before readjusting yourself into a more comfortable position. “Get that inflated ego of yours checked out.”

He merely chuckled and pulled you closer to him, moving his thumb to the area where your pulse resided. “But are you sure you’re not in love with me? (Y/N)?”

His voice dropped an octave when he drawled out your name. And your chest tightened in a way you couldn’t explain. Without even realizing it, you dug your fingernails into his skin, your breathing shallow.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you managed to say with a shake of your head.

“Keep pressing your sharp fingernails into my hand and I’ll start bleeding.” He laughed, and then, before you could apologize, added, “And I mean, why else would you be reading an article about me?”

“You – you saw that?” you whispered, horrified. Just how long had he been watching you before he made his presence known?

“So you are head over heels for me?”

He was half teasing, and half serious. You didn’t know how you should respond and looked down at your lap.

Seconds lapsed by in silence, but they felt like an eternity. Without alerting you to what he was doing, Gojo slid his blindfold off and shook his head a little.

Then he parted his lips, his voice more sincere than you’ve ever heard it.

“(Y/N), will you look at me?”

And you reluctantly obliged, heart nearly stopping when you met his pretty blue eyes.

His messy hair, now no longer supported by the black piece of fabric, swept over his forehead like a blanket of snow. And his eyes, half lidded as he stared down at you expectantly, sparkled like rare jewels in the dim light.

They were beautiful. He was beautiful.

You wondered if he was just doing this to guide you towards the more favorable answer to his second to last question.

“Please tell me the truth, (Y/N).”

You swallowed thickly, unable to look away. Mesmerized.

Entranced.

The way he said it made you want to give in with a simple “yes.”

“I–you–? I mean–”

When you finally spoke, words tumbled out of your mouth out of order, reducing whatever meaning you meant to put behind them to nothing but a mess of letters.

“I…I think so? I don’t know–”

And Gojo stared at your reddening face all the while, his serious façade breaking as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in amusement.

“Let me ask you this, then.”

He brought his face closer to yours, the distance between the two of you almost enough for the tips of your noses to touch.

“What do you feel when I do this?”

He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his finger slightly brushing against your cheekbone.

“Or when I touch you like this?

One warm hand caressed your cheek, a faint scent of chocolate wafting to your nose.

“…giddy,” you mumbled, the proximity and skin contact making you a little dizzy. “And nervous, I suppose.”

His eyes flickered from your (E/C) ones to your lips.

“And what if I told you I wanted to kiss you right now?”

The same hand trailed down your jaw until it reached your chin, where it stopped, awaiting your answer.

You didn’t know what sudden wave of confidence washed over you, but the next words that left your mouth weren’t products of a stumbling, stuttering mess.

“I’d let you.”

Without wasting any more time, he closed the remaining distance by bringing his lips to yours.

They were soft – just like you had imagined them to be, if not better – and tasted like chocolate. As he pressed himself against you, you ran your hand through his hair, enjoying every declaration of love he mumbled against your lips.

“You made me wait years for this, you know. Really uncool.”

You giggled when he leaned down to steal another kiss, arms still wrapped around his neck. “I know. Consider it punishment for constantly teasing me for more than an entire decade.”

Your competitive streak didn’t die down, no. But for now, maybe you could see him as something more than just a best friend and rival.

You smiled as you watched him grab the bag he placed on the table earlier and dig into it to hand you your favorite box of chocolates.

Gojo Satoru. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer, and the only one who has your heart.

#gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk imagines #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x you #gojo x female reader #jjk x you #jjk gojo satoru #oneshot #y/n #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo satoru

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I always find beef between homura and sayaka funniest part of pmmm it's really hilarious how sayaka always draws incorrect conclusions from correct assumptions about homura and how homura tired of her shit but in some media and even rebellion refreshing to see how they CAN work together their interaction truly lovely (contrast between small victorian child and girl with autoheal...)😭😭coming back I can't wait to see their confrontation as the devil™ and the archangel™ in kaiten sooo yeah thanks for response I also think that their duet is underrated

The thing about Sayaka is that she is not only impulsive, she is also incredibly short sighted, which is a juxtaposition to Homura’s knowledge of the timelines and how events more or less play out. And Sayaka is just really weird and has a mind that takes fifty leaps ahead in terms of conclusions. That’s why her seemingly unbothered attitude in the Walpurgis Kaiten trailer seemed so different. Calm Sayaka is always spooky.

I also enjoy the moments where they cooperate together as well, even in Magia Record. I wish to see them interact more in the shows and just talk it out.

#ASKS💌

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ceexb · 10 months

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-More Hobie head cannons-

Summary:head cannons of hobie with a black gyaru girlfriend.

Warnings: fluff, cussing.

Words: around 400.

Disclaimer: same old same old. never claimed to be a writer and this is based on my opinion.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° So this random thought just came to me,but I can totally see hobie dating a gyaru girl ,cause just hear me out. 😭🖐🏾

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° Hobie's carefree attitude towards societal standards makes it plausible for him to date a gyaru girl.

- Gyaru girls break norms and go against beauty standards, which aligns with Hobie's mindset of being himself a punk and having fun.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° So…. putting two and two together

I’d feel like he’d take an interest In a gyaru girl.

Especially if she’s a bubbly and loud one.

like, imagine the contrast between him and his girl. it would be so cute.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° Hobie would proudly carry photo booth pictures of her in his pocket, showing them off to his friends at the pub to express his love for her.

they’ll be like

“She got you sprung huh hobes ”

And he’ll reply …

“Yeah sure does innit. once you find a girl mate you’d understand 😭 ”

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° I could even see him dressing up as gyaruo too and paying for her nails.

ACTUALLY, I could see him goin in with her to get them done too.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°he’d get matching colors with her.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° and when done he’ll take pictures with her. copying her when she throws up the gyaru peace sign and duck lips. Cause fuck toxic masculinity right ?

｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° Hobie believes that there is no standard way for men to act.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° He’s the type to wear skirts and dresses cause he don’t gaf,( as he should.)

｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°he’s a “real men wear pink type”

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° He’d probably fuck around and ask to dress up as one

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° He writes music about her as well

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° Imagine their sides in his houseboat

Her side of their bedroom and closet will be filled with stuffed animals (he won) wigs and colorful clothes.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° He’s the type to buy his girl things secretly if he saw her staring at them through a window

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° Like imagine him buying her a vanity that she been staring at in a store for the longest

And that vanity will be filled with makeup consisting of lashes, and eyeliner. they will probably be a whole section just for eyeliner. and the vanity It’ll have lipsticks, mascara, and so much more.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° He’d def walk around proudly around his boat in a pink bonnet when she’s away cause it reminds him of her.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°him and her having a big pink comforter with flowers.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° -Hobie would happily accompany his gyaru girl to conventions, following her around and enjoying being by her side as she socializes.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° whenever driving she would play gyaru songs and he’ll sing along taking a liking to them himself.

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° - Overall, his relationship with a gyaru girl would provide Hobie with a fresh outlook on life.

#hobiexfanfiction #hobie headcanons #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #hobie fluff #hobie x gyaru girl #hobie x black!reader

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I was intent on playing as a serious agent to contrast Atlas' more lackadaisical attitude but I really couldn't help myself with making Wraith wave the corpse's arm at Wolf just to see them be horrified lol They can be a menace, just this once, as a treat.

I am also in love with how absolutely ill-timed and inappropriate the moments of romance development between Atlas and Wraith are because it makes sense. They are always on the move, always in danger. When will they even have time to kick back and relax and flirt and develop a relationship? lol

By the way, have you played "The Phantom Agent" by Choices? LTTS really feels like a much better written and funnier version of it lol

Although it might be that a lot of the themes and locations are pretty common in espionage fiction, which I wouldn't even know because I'm not familiar with it.

that choice w the arm was so unhinged but honestly 😭 it fits. Wraith too has done some weird/funny shit in their time, even as a more serious agent!

They are always on the move, always in danger. When will they even have time to kick back and relax and flirt and develop a relationship?

exactly! there haven't ever been quiet moments. no dates to sit down and get to know each other. they had to do that on missions, while hiding. recovering from wounds, when they were strapped to beds and tables and had to clench their teeth together as the other stitched them back up and over time those touches turned more tender than perfunctory. they both stayed up to keep watch instead one or the other. trust had to be developed quickly and everything followed somewhere along the lines too.

I actually used to play choices when it first came out, but have lost interest when it got so nsfw focussed and they stopped producing good books lmao but if that's true I hope you'll like ltts as we go on! I think there are central themes that appear in any spy related game/story so I do understand the comparison.

#asks #ch. atlas #ch. mc

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yknow playing last specter for the first time felt so different for a number of reasons, but i think a huge part of it was because of the shock due to the sheer contrast in layton’s personality from UWF. listening back to layton’s UWF voice clips after being so used to prequel layton in general was so jarring because in that game, he’s SO serious. his voice is deeper and his tone more to the point. his lisp is a little more harsh, even his humor is different. he approaches things with a no-nonsense attitude and chuckles at general mishaps.

so in UWF, i think he’s more mature overall and the most serious we’ve even seen his character in a game… which is SUCH A CONTRAST to LS layton, who is arguably the most unserious we’ve ever seen him. this man chases cats and jokes about the police behind their backs, and his humor leans on the side of being at the (minor) expense of others. his voice lines are *noticeably* more sarcastic, especially in this game’s reveal/point scene. the tone of UWF is so somber; he’s very experienced and almost tired. but LS is likely the first big adventure he’s been on. we see that in his character at the end too, when he’s in awe at the golden garden and makes the proclamation that he will go on and solve more mysteries, and when luke begs to come him and be his apprentice. even his sprites are rounder; they’re a little more baby-faced and a little kinder.

he’s observably younger and newer at this in LS, even if he’s been a professor for 7 years at this point and the time span between LS and UWF is only about 3-4 years of experience on top of that. ig it started having more of an affect on him once he hit the decade mark 😭 but yeah, crm showed that contrast and that pre-character development attitude in hershel absolutely flawlessly and i will never shut up about it

#christopher robin miller #flawless perfect impeccable #if he doesnt come back for NWS im RIOTING.#professor layton #last specter #unwound future #lost future #specter’s flute #special interest #character development

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bluemoonpunch · 6 months

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⭐Relationship Reading for Ohm and Nanon - Tarot and Oracle Reading

[This reading covers the relationship dynamic of Thai actors Ohm and Nanon, on a subconscious and energetic level. This particular reading can cover romantic, platonic, and familial relationships and is designed to put a connection between two people into perspective, showcasing what is gained from the relationship as well as the highest potential of it. For this reading, in particular, I used 4 decks — the Rider-Waite Tarot deck, The Linestrider’s Journey Tarot deck, The Arcana of Astrology, and the Sacred Geometry Activations Oracle. This spread is an original design by me. This reading lasted 3 hours .]

Reading Performed: June 26, 2023 😨

Reading Posted: November 11, 2023 😭

Before I can get into the main reading, I definitely need to talk about the energy signatures that came up with these two as individuals. To start off, Ohm’s energy was much more open and receptive, which seems to be a major feature of his overall energetic signature. There’s a lot of very stable and warm energy being emitted at all times, but it’s very controlled and streamlined at the same time, which seems to create a bit of pressure when it comes to how he processes certain kinds of energetic influences. This is what I saw for Ohm:

The blue represents this very clear energetic body that is incredibly receptive, on all ends at all times. In contrast, this red line that projects around that energetic body represents more of what he actually expresses or emits. When he is receiving a lot of positive energy, a lot of positive influence, love, kindness, and so on, he can’t help but reflect that. It’s a full body expression, expressed in his body language and facial expressions especially, even though it may not be projected verbally. He, without any filtration, will always reflect the positivity he is receiving at any given time. However, the very jumbled and almost explosive energy around his head is where things seem a bit concerning.

When it comes to negative energy, negative influences, negative behaviors around him or that he is on the receiving end of, he will very consciously make the choice to not allow that to be reflected or expressed. This is where a lot of that control is. He’s very conscious of it and therefore the filtration of this energy occurs in his head. Originally, I thought maybe this was indicative of Third-Eye or Crown Chakra stimulation, but those are receptive energy centers and he was displaying explosive projection. Quite literally it’s like he can not stop himself from taking those energies and influences in, but he can stop them from coming out, and from there they build up and eventually explode out of his head. This is where involuntary verbal expression or a less controlled face may occur. People who know him very personally, people he would be comfortable expressing this with, or people he feels okay letting that guard down around may even describe him as hot-headed or easily stressed.

He’s very careful to not allow that expression to come out publicly, but it’s like a volcano, when it erupts it erupts, and there’s no stopping it. This, of course, doesn’t imply a massive outburst or physical violence, it’s still very concentrated around his head, around his facial expressions and his words. When he is at a “breaking point” it may be the slightest of things that actually set off that explosion, thus leaving people around him quite confused about his reaction or attitude, while also leaving him somewhat embarrassed or ashamed of his lack of control over his emotions.

This feels a lot like the transition between Pisces and Aries, this grand receptive space followed by a rather chaotic explosion of expression. There’s also a reflection of the transition between Scorpio and Sagittarius as well, but that would imply a more… sophisticated (?) or well-polished version of taking in both the positive and the negative and being able to project it all in a positive and constructive way. Considering that, according to what I was able to see online, Ohm is an Aries (some websites say Pisces) while Nanon is a Sagittarius, this may show a higher connection based in balancing and “leveling up” each other on a soul level as well as a conscious and physical level.

Compared to Ohm, Nanon’s energy was very, very closed off at the time of this reading, and I do believe, based on what I saw going forward, that this is a temporary state, but one he may have some trouble allowing himself out of. Because Nanon’s energy was so closed off and guarded, the observation was “from a distance” and with that came a bit more of an abstract image that I tried my best to draw:

Nanon’s energy itself is represented in this bean-shaped stone, smooth like the ones you may find in a river bed, polished by the running water. This would imply a similar level of receptivity as Ohm, but rather than fully taking it in, it moves around him, shaping him in both positive and negative ways. When I was seeing this image, the stone (along with everything else in the image) was red but there was also a brighter red light pulsing slowly from within the stone.

This stone, representing Nanon and his receptive sensitivity, was shown to be sitting high up in a tree, on a tree branch, that was surrounded by very thick cobwebs. I usually think of spider webs as something to represent attraction or trying to acquire something, trying to draw something in, but here, these webs were well worn and thick, almost like they weren’t meant for catching things, they were just there to hide the stone, to deter anyone or anything from trying to get close. In the background, far off and away from the stone itself there was quite a chaotic storm with very thick red clouds and almost continuous lightning.

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congratulations for reaching the milestone 🫂. If you write for Rossetta,Qu and Bianca , may i request them with a commandant that are very strict during work,but very affectionate in private with them? Take your time <3

Author's note:

Ah, thank you 💓💓.

I, unfortunately, don't have Rosetta, but I will do my best with this one. Bc Qu is also my favourite 😭😭. Her design is so good... Pls buff her already!

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A Strict Commandant is a Good Commandant...

Rosetta, Qu and Bianca headcanons

Not beta read

You were the top graduate of the F. O. S Military Command College. The Commandant of the elite squad: Grey Ravens. Some rumored, you are the top candidate of Prisdent Hassen.

Through and through, everyone and constructs finds you impressive and intimating. Your methods are diligent, strict and a person focus on delivery; while on the battle field.

People wondered, how is it that your bond with your constructs, despite your attitude was strict professional, get along so well...

Qu (Pavo)

When Qu first worked with you, she was surprised by how strict you were.

She followed your every demand and level of performance without problems. In which, she has the same sentiment at the very start.

Both you and her get along during work as Qu see thing see things eye to eye with you.

Although during after hours, Qu was a little confused. How should she carry herself when you, had become more relax and warm towards her.

A stark contrast when in the battle field.

At first, she tries to get you to explain why could you be so relaxed during off hours. (She believes one should work 24/7 for something).

"Everyone needs a break. Don't you take breaks too?" you smiled.

Qu recalls how she took a 3 minute break back in Kowloong, and felt bad about it. However, you kept on reassuring her.

"Earth won't fall if you take a 3 minute break." you teased.

It would take her some time to be convinced and soon learn how to relax during off hours. You offer to do her some favours, making her feel comfortable with the concept of relaxation.

With favours, she would ask you to brush through her hair from time to time.

Bianca (Zero)

As the Grey Ravens and Purifying Squad's missions intersect more and more, Bianca had got use to working with you.

She keeps everything professional and appreciates the fact you are just as professional.

She thinks your judgement is fair. Although, sometimes your opinions does get her interested.

Your opinions had given her many insights. She had used what she learn from you and applied it to her job. Opening to more routes and methods.

Bianca places a lot of trust in you, given how fair and dillient you take on each situtation.

Despite her own nature, Bianca does have her troubles during missions. Sometimes she would be in a very messy situtation, not knowing how she could go about it.

Her first thought was to go to you, hoping you could give her insight or advice.

It does not surprise her at all when she saw how relax you were in your office. Everyone has two sides. It's normal.

While, you were causal with her, Bianca seems to be indifferent with her attitude. Still quite aloof and professional, however, she does have a softer tone when she speaks with you in private.

From then on, she held you in a higher regard. She thinks you are the prefect candidate; able to make a balance between strictly professional, and causal.

She opt to do the same towards her team.

Rosetta (Rigor)

Felt a little unsure, Rosetta opt to follow all of your orders to the tee when she first join your team.

Seeing how demanding and strict you are, Rosetta thinks that settling in Babylonia wouldn't be too hard.

Because being a Forest Guard, she was use to the harsh conditions and expectations of the Artic Route Union. Hence, she believe working with you will be no different.

Although, deep inside she wishes she could find company to be with, if she were to stay in Babylonia for a long while.

Out of everyone, Rosetta wouldn't have expected to find company in you, the strict Commandant of Babylonia.

You went to find Rosetta one day to gift her a scarf you got during winter. "Hey, Rosetta, I got you something." you said.

She was a little shock to see you smiling warmly at her. At first she didn't know how to response whenever you talk to her in private.

Because you sound so different compare to when you are in the battle field. But she slowly opens herself up to you. Finding you company pleasant.

Rosetta likes to share her interests in childish games and animation. You decided to indulge her in her interest.

Needless to say, your kindness has earned you loyalty from Rigor.

... People always wonder, how you could have possible get on certain constructs' good side. There has to be some secrets. Was it programming? Bribing?

However, this conversation gets shut down quickly, because whenever these certain rumors get brought up a few certain constructs would be ready to prove them wrong.

#pgr #punishing gray raven #punishing eden #punishing: gray raven #pgr headcanon #pgr qu #pgr rosetta #pgr bianca

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