#I’ve been watching frog show for a while now I just

[toasty-owl-arts]

More doobles

#my art #amphibia #amphibia fanart #amphibia spoilers #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #sasha waybright #marcanne #sashanne #sasharcy #sashannarcy #gay people? REAL???? more news at 8 #anyways whoops I got attached :p #Sasha is my favorite girl she’s so fucking weird I love her so so much #still can’t believe that they fell apart and after 10 years they found each other again and got gay married/hj #to my dear followers who are wondering what the fuck is happening #ahahah #I’ve been watching frog show for a while now I just #content brain was not cooperating lmao #BUT IT IS NOW #so gonna draw my girls <3 #FinchDoodles

[metallicaislife]

Embarrassment Leads to…

Requested by: @g0ne-ghosting

Genre: 18+ smut, minors dni

Word Count: 1,720

Warnings: Douchey Lars-- oral(f receiving), p in v sex

I’ve known Kirk a long time, we met in biology class. Neither of us wanted to dissect the frog so we were banished to another room to watch a video of a frog dissection. Once again, neither of us were too keen on watching it. He pulled a horror comic out of his backpack, I reached into my backpack to show him the exact same one I had. Funny, we both enjoy watching gore but the idea of dissecting a frog is too much. 

Our friendship blossomed from there. Nearly every day after school he was at my place or I was at his, watching movies, reading comics or listening to music. 

I don’t know when the shift took place, one day he was just Kirk, my best friend, and well he still is, but in my heart he is so much more. He’s kind, funny, talented, and super attractive. His curly hair, breathtaking brown eyes, crooked smile. Super fucking cliche, having a massive crush on my best friend, I can’t help it though. 

When he moved to San Francisco I was super bummed out and thought we’d drift apart because I can’t move up there yet. I was wrong though, we call each other often and correspond through letters. I’ve been up a couple times to visit and he has been back to LA to see me. 

I was able to get the weekend off of work so I took a bus up to San Francisco. I’m currently on the couch talking to Lars while the others are deep in their own conversation. 

“I mean I was a virgin when we started Metallica, but that problem has been well taken care of.” Lars smirked. I don’t know how we got to this topic, but here we are. 

“Problem?” I asked. 

“Yeah, I mean who in this day and age wants to be a virgin?” Lars asked incredulously. 

I had never really given much thought that still being a virgin was lame or a problem. Was I holding out hope that Kirk would see me in a different light and fuck my brains out? Absolutely, but I didn’t think it was silly that I was still a virgin. 

“I’m still a virgin.” I stated. Lars' eyes widened then he doubled over in laughter. 

“What’s so funny, Ulrich?” James’ asked, his attention being torn from his and the other’s conversation. 

“She’s still a virgin!” Lars wheezes out. 

Okay, when you announce it to everyone like that, then it becomes mortifying. My cheeks heated up and I bolted. I found the room I was staying in and slammed the door. I sat on the ground with my back against the bed, bringing my knees into my chest. I fought off the tears, it wasn’t worth crying over. I heard the knob turn and cursed myself for not thinking of locking the door. I looked up and Kirk entered, closing the door softly. He made his way over to me and sat beside me. 

“Are you okay?” He asked softly. 

“That was so embarrassing. I wasn’t embarrassed by the fact I’m a virgin, but he didn’t have to go announcing it like it was today’s hottest news.” I said. I couldn’t bear to look over at Kirk. 

“That was really rude of Lars, the other guys didn’t find it funny either. Both Cliff and James are really reaming into him right now.” Kirk said. 

“So you don’t think it’s funny or pathetic that I’m a virgin?” I ask, finally looking over. Kirk’s big brown eyes were already trained on me. 

“Not in the slightest.” He reassured me. 

The air was different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but as we stared at one another, it wasn’t as best friends. Now was one of those times I wished one of us would take the jump and explore the possibility of more.

“I may be reading this wrong, if I do anything that you don’t want, tell me to stop.” Kirk said softly. My brow furrowed, but I quickly caught on as he leaned in. My eyes fell closed as our lips met in an electric kiss. It was soft and slow, but I’d been kissed before, and it never felt like this. Kirk shifted so he could cup my face as he deepened the kiss. He nibbled my lower lip and I opened my mouth letting him slide his tongue. I let out a soft moan deep in my throat. Kirk pulled back and we stared at one another with wide eyes and swollen lips. 

“Keep going.” I offered softly as my chest heaved. 

Kirk stood up and held his hand out to me. I took it and he helped me up and then brought me into him as his lips met mine again. As we kissed his hand wandered up my shirt and squeezed my breast. I gasped. He pulled back enough to lift my shirt above my head. He took his shirt off too. 

“Take your pants off and lay down.” He said, then began removing his pants. I did as he asked, removing my bra as well and laid on the bed on my back. Kirk stood at the edge of the bed and stared at me for a few moments. My cheeks heated and I covered my breasts feeling so bare. Kirk grabbed my arms and moved them as he got on the bed over me. 

“Don’t hide.” He said and pinned my arms at my side as he dipped down licking around one of my nipples. I gasped, my back arching slightly at the feeling. I could feel Kirk smirk against me as he took the nipple in his mouth and sucked at it. He used one of his hands to squeeze the other, rolling my nipple in his fingers. He switched sides. With the arm that wasn’t still pinned, I let my hand run up and down his back, scratching softly when he nibbled. 

After he was pleased with his time there, he kissed down my body and looked up as he hovered over my clothed pussy. I nodded, giving him permission. He leaned down and kissed it before removing my panties. After throwing them to the floor, he kissed my pussy before licking from my entrance to my clit. I moaned, arching my back. Kirk continued lapping at my cunt as he shoved two fingers in my face. I took them in my mouth and sucked on them, swirling my tongue around the digits. When he deemed them wet enough he pulled them out with a lewd popping sound coming from my lips. 

Kirk pulled his face back enough to watch as he slid a finger in me. My chest heaved as I watched him. He pulled his hand back and found a slow pace, curling his finger. I moaned and he added the second finger. Once he saw I wasn’t uncomfortable with the sensation, he dived back in sucking my clit as his fingers curled and scissored my pussy preparing it for his cock.

It didn’t take long before the pleasure rushed through me and my pussy clenched around his fingers. Kirk continued through my high letting it drag on. He pulled back and took his fingers out of me, placing them in his mouth licking off my slick. 

Kirk stood and removed his boxers letting his erection free. He bent down and fished his wallet out of his jeans pocket, taking a condom out and tossing his wallet back to the floor. I watched as he opened the condom and rolled it over his cock. He crawled back over me and aligned himself with my entrance. He brushed the hair from my face and kissed me passionately. He slowly pushed in and a whine escaped my throat at the sensation. Kirk pulled his head back and peppered my face in kisses. 

“I know, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He said in between his kisses. I sighed softly as I dug my fingers into his shoulders. 

Kirk moved his hips slowly back and forth until he was fully sheathed in me. My grip was so tight on him I thought I was going to leave marks on his shoulders. 

“Let me know when I can move.” He said as he moved his head so he could kiss my neck. 

I closed my eyes and let my body adjust to having his cock in me. After a while, it didn’t hurt as much. 

“Okay, you can move.” I said. As I said that, Kirk rocked his hips back slowly and pushed back in. A groan left his lips. 

Kirk found a steady pace. He lifted his head again and our lips met in a sloppy kiss. He started moving his hips a little faster, adding some more force with his thrusts. He used one arm to brace himself so he wasn’t crushing me, as the other found its way to my clit and began rubbing me as he fucked me. My back arched and I moaned, breaking our kiss. Kirk kissed down the column of my throat. I came for the second time shortly after. He continued thrusting into me until he found his high as well. Kirk rested his head on my shoulder catching his breath before he pulled out and got up to take the condom off. 

I laid staring at the ceiling, in absolute disbelief that that had really happened. Kirk came back and laid next to me, he brought me into his embrace and ran his fingers up and down my back softly. 

“I didn’t do that just so you could rub it in Lars face, I really like you… I know we’re best friends but I’ve liked you for a long time.” Kirk rambled. I leaned up pressing my lips to his. 

“I like you too.” I said softly after pulling away from him. Kirk smiled at me and I smiled back, “I didn’t go along with it just to lose my virginity because I was embarrassed.” I said and rested my head on Kirk’s chest. 

“I’m glad.” Kirk said and gave me a squeeze. I giggled. 

I’m not sure where we go from here, but I know as long as I have Kirk by my side, I’ll be fine. 

Thank you for reading! :)

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #metallica smut #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett #kirk hammett smut

[theminecraftbee]

BigB watches Grian for a while. He’s gotten good, lately, at just watching everyone around him; it’s fun. People don’t normally even mind he’s doing it. Okay, they do mind a little. Or steal his frog. She’d deserved better than that, man, that frog deserved better.

Anyway, he’s watching Grian. Grian is sitting outside, staring at the place where no one is buried, because their bodies have just been vanishing when time runs out. It’s morbid in a way BigB isn’t really used to. Not the whole death thing—he’s used to that—but the lack of much to show for it.

Grian scoffs quietly to himself.

“I thought you cut your losses,” BigB says.

“I did,” Grian says. “I tried, but it wasn’t worth it in the end.”

“Yeah, I get that. It’s hard to care about people who aren’t yourself.”

Grian looks at BigB sharply. “I—what gives you the right—”

“Hey, I’m not—you can be as bad at caring about people as you want, man, I won’t stop you,” BigB says. “It’s just, like, man, it’s good to know ahead of time, now.”

“You—you don’t get it,” Grian says. “No one ever—no one. Gets it.”

BigB thinks of the sudden splitting pain of a phantom dripstone, and then nothing.

“I have an idea? I’ve been watching a while,” BigB says.

“No, you don’t,” Grian says.

BigB looks over the place that the two other Bad Boys aren’t buried. Paradoxically, for a moment, he misses arguing about Judge Judy and Executioner with Jimmy. It had been very upsetting at the time, of course, but now both of them are dead, so it’s hard to be mad about it. It’s easiest to just be empty about it. To go with the flow. To keep an eye out.

To remember what these people are.

They are what they’ve always been. And Grian, newest member of the easy-uneasy alliance BigB has found himself in, is the same as he’s always been, and doesn’t seem to know it.

Ah, well. That’s why BigB and Pearl keep an eye out. To know things others don’t.

“Okay,” BigB says, a phantom headache splitting him in half. “I have no idea what it’s like, when you have trouble caring for people. Uh, we made soup, by the way. Pearl insists it’s a family recipe? I didn’t know she had a family until she said it, but I believe her.”

“…okay,” Grian says, sighing. “Yeah. It’s not like we were that close, anyway.”

“Sure,” BigB says, and takes him inside.

#a bee fic #limited life smp #grian #bigbstatz #…what an interesting choice of alliance there you two #you know #given what happened the last time.

[vonnawithav]

I don’t like romance in movies

Now, this is totally personal opinion and preference, so please keep that in mind when reading.

“I don’t like romance plots in movies”

That sounds so weird I know. Especially when this entire blog I dedicated to one ineffable couple I’ve hyper fixated on ever since I offhandedly watched a random show on prime when I was bored.

There’s lots of things I don’t like about the idea of stereotypical *ahem, usually heterosexual* romance, and one of those things is the perceived intensity of attraction.

While I understand it to an extent, I also don’t. On the few occasions I’ve been romantically interested in someone I’ve never had the urge to rip their clothes off and jump their skin, or marry them that afternoon.

I do however, want to show them my book collection, send them obscure memes, talk about that one scene in that one show I can’t move on from yet, listen to them talk about their passions, share romantic but subtle moments, and just generally enjoy each other’s company.

Maybe this is because my lack of neurotypical tendencies, my demisexuality, or just my queerness in general, I don’t know.

But this type of romance is rarely shown in media, (again, in my personal viewing experience), especially in straight media.

You’re probably wondering what the fuck this has to do with movies. Same honestly I lost my train of thought one sec-

Ah yes.

Romance in movies feels immensely rushed to me. There is no time to sit and talk while you watch the sunrise, there cannot be an entire episode where the entire plot line is your traumatic childhood and how you two can bond over the fact both of your dads left for milk and never came back, or your wooden frog collection.

Noooo, instead, there must be this instant inexplicable attraction that causes both of your hormones to go haywire, because the plot only has two hours to not only get through this plot line BUT the other three in the background.

For romance to work in my head, 👏🏾I 👏🏾 Need 👏🏾 Bonding 👏🏾 time 👏🏾.

That’s one of the many reasons I love OFMD and Good Omens so much, we get to see that bonding time.

Ed and Stede chilling while having breakfast in bed while they look at each other lovingly?

Goals.

Azira and Crowley sitting and enjoying a good bottle of wine while talking about the end of the world?

Never seen anything better.

I think romance is at its best when subtle and calming, not frantic and unnerving.

Don’t get me wrong, I think franticness has its place in romance, especially once sexual tension has begun, but there needs to be large spaces of comfort and safety in between. (In my personal opinion)

Alrighty then, I’ll be off.

Lmk if you see where I’m coming from, or if I’m just posting insane ramblings because I’m sleep deprived and recovering from a cold 🥲.

#genderqueer #lgbt #david tennant #good omens #crowley #asexual #aziraphale #crowley is so gender #michael sheen #crowly x aziraphale #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #i’m so tired #ineffable idiots #I want calm romance #am i asking for too much? #anywho #goodnight #i’m exhausted #i’ll probably delete this later

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Written & Writing :)

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Because I’ve got a couple things drafted, n i’ve written a few things before in the past, i figured i’d make a list, a collection, wouldn’t necessarily call it a master list, but y’know. Easier to navigate everything that i have written or am in the middle of writing teehee

so far there is only three fandoms i’ve written for: Hazbin, Helluva & FNAF. but im a fan of other things like codmw, harry potter, certain slashers, batman, creepypastas, the labyrinth (my fav <3) n others

And i’m currently only writing for hazbin and helluva boss

if you want to request feel free! i write for anyone below (all of the hazbin cast even if not listed). the only thing i’m not privy on writing is any xreader that implies the reader is a child and the character is their gaurdian; it’s just not my shtick, i won’t do male x male smut specifically because i’m not aware of how to write it without it being off, and i don’t write character x character just exclusively x reader. :)

*: The stars indicate explicit content 18+, all GN pronouns and anatomically; otherwise will be specified.

Hazbin Hotel:

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝓌:

Transported (Male reader): 【1】 【2】

[3]

Reader gets thrown into the Hazbin Hotel after falling down a well, now he’s having a blast interacting with all his favs while also experiencing the fun first hand.

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𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇:

Wing Grooming: 【1】 【2*】

You help Lucifer maintain his healthy wings, and in the first part he suggest stopping before things go south, in the second part, things go south straight to smut town.

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Met the Devil* Human!reader || PT2

You’re a plain and simple human until you meet a strange man in the night who gives you a card, mysteriously that same strange man shows up at the cottage your house sitting.

Request: Cockwarming Lucifer at Mammon performance

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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒:

Zip Zap (male reader)

Charlie gets followed by Valentinos boys, readers there to save the day.

Request: Charlie x male reader *

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𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎:

Knight (male reader) PT2

In the first part male reader saves Emily after she falls and gets nabbed up by Valentino, and in the second part you comfort her when she has nightmares about it.

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𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇:

The Dog and The Deer

Reader is a dog demon, Alastor loathes the reader simply because it reminds him of his untimely death, and weak mortality. You however are incessant and want him to like you, you end up finding out why he hates you and possibly start a new friendship.

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In Season (Fem Reader)*

Reader is pretty well acquainted with heat, but wasn’t typically affected, thats until she visits the hotel and a scent like no other hit her throwing all her reasoning out the window, Alastor felt the same when he sensed you come into the hotel. SMUT

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At first sight*. || PT2 PT3*

Doe reader with white ears and tail has been Charlie’s bestie since childhood, and when they comes to the hotel is hesitant about the radio demon until they meet in the flesh and an instant attraction is there. Reader ends up dealing her soul to him in the form of marriage during a moment of intimacy.

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Movie night. || PT2 PT3

Reader and the gang it sit down in the first part to watch Bambi, and it brings back some memories from his past. In the second part, Reader is excited to show Alastor princess and the frog due to the similarities, and in the third part Alastor treats reader to a date after the kindness of the nights prior.

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Bully: [1]

Reader is an Imp who’d befriended Charlie and came to the hotel, Alastor makes sure to make readers life a living hell poking at all their soft spots reminding them they’re just a weak little imp. There will eventually be a second part with smut.

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Back to Life: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

One day when waltzing through the woods a peculiar looking buck led you deeper into them, while following, you fell hitting your head and woke to a stranger standing over you. You don’t know where you are, how you got here, or who this guy is, but he’s all you’ve got and he’s utterly insane.

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Request, cockwarming Alastor*

Request, Songfic: Noel’s Lament

Request Insecure Plus sized reader with Alastor

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𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂:

Hate That I Love You

Father Adam (incomplete)

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𝒱𝑜𝓍:

Big Fan (incomplete)

Request; singer reader who vox becomes obsessed with FEM

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𝐿𝓊𝓉𝑒:

Showers* (Fem reader Incomplete)

Obsessed with me (Fem reader incomplete)

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𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒:

Rivalry To Romance (Female Reader)

You always found yourself in competition with Velvette and you found her to be an insufferable brat, turns out it’s just a wee crush.

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𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑜:

Request Val bratty reader FEM

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Helluva Boss: Nothing yet!

Five Nights at Freddy’s:

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Mike Schmidt:

Multifaceted*

Paranormal Investigator

[acidichcl]

I’ve been seeing people make their own tmnt iteration for a while now and i wanted to finally join in the fun. Im not as creative tho so 😭 whatever. Heres me doodling the main cast to get an idea what they look like in my version

Edit: this is kinddaaa outdated. Theres been a few changes to their designs

I wanted to get the 2000s cartoon vibes. And i was thinking of sgt frog too while making this so there might be the same vibes. I love sgt frog. I call this version TMNT: Against All Odds. Probably sounds corny but idk, sounds catchy

Some info about them under the cut

April’s the one who dressed them up based on their interests. Excluding leo’s and donnie’s techs. Donnie made his tech and leo’s hologram control thing. And leo’s hologram necklace is actually a gift April got from her science teacher, Baxter Stockman. More on that later tho. Maybe. Idk yet

In my version, things are more lighthearted. Shredder is an alien that took over the kraangs planet and so the kraangs escape to earth. Theyre like pests tho, they carry ooze that makes ppl sick. Theyre not TOO harmful, but theyre bothersome. the turtles do fight crime that happens and also tries to help out with kraang situations. The turtles are mostly carefree and has a more positive outlook on everything. Leo tends to be the most innocent, other than mikey. They both have so much joy and love in their hearts bless them

The best way i can describe donnie is that he’s like Rise donnie but less vocal abt his sense of superiority and intelligence(?) my donnie is more mysterious and puts on an off-putting facade just for the fun of creeping people out. He cares for others tho and it rlly shows that hes kind hearted. Just a bit weird and sometimes takes his pranks too far (he pranks his brothers with his inventions to show how impressive his inventions are. Sometimes it fails and so their adventures consists of them having to get around donnie’s invention problems) if you watch Sgt frog, then u can tell i got heavily inspired by Kululu lol

My raph is basically like 2003 raph i think, just a bit nicer

For April, i wanted to make her be a popular girl in her school. Shes not a mean popular girl. She just is popular for some reason and shes cool with everyone. Everyone gets along, mostly, but she just doesnt like being around people and prefers to stay home doing her own thing. Shes an art kid who loves anything artsy, especially making her own stories

Overall theyre just having fun tbh. I want them to not have trauma for once😭 or at least not yet. Other than the whole kraang situation, their problems are mostly them wanting to have fun outside and do normal people stuff but April doesnt let them cuz she knows people will be weirded out by them. And other shenanigans. I do have more plans for them but for now, this is all

Close ups without the little notes:

#tmnt iteration #art #my art #drawing #artists on tumblr #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #digital drawing #small artist #doodle #concept art #digital art #artwork #tmnt art #character redesign #yippiee #tmnt against all odds

[aj1dordinary]

GRWM to participate in a life or death brawl!

platonic!Johnny Cage x platonic!gen-z!reader; neutral!Kenshi Takahashi x neutral!reader; platonic!Raiden x platonic!reader; platonic!Kung Lao x platonic!reader; platonic!Lui Kang x platonic!reader

@one-green-frog @whore-of-many-hot-men xox

thank you guys for showing love to my very first piece! i look forward to providing you with as much content that i can pump out! now that i’ve essentially finished the general background info, I’m gonna try to follow the storyline as closely as possible while also developing the lore for !reader. bear with me pls! don't know about any relationships taking place, but that may change. anyway, enjoy! xox

“hey guys! welcome back to my channel! as you all know, johnny and i decided to take a little vacation in between some of his big projects. that doesn’t mean that you miss out on all the action though so here’s a quick little get ready with me in this rehab facility he checked us into!” you poke your tongue out and shoot a peace sign to the camera before turning it around and showing the beautiful scenery of the monk academy.

“y/n! check this shit out!” johnny wails, he began showing his improved skills by throwing punches at a wooden dummy and with an uppercut, knocked the head a good 5 yards away. 

you whistle and track the trajectory of the dummy head with your phone. you’d managed to ration out your battery life despite filming and posting an abundance of johnny’s new life of martial arts. 

johnny runs over after to see the video for himself and as you play it back for him, he notices someone looking on with great disdain. 

“kenshi, man! I’m telling you, if you wanna piece, all ya gotta do is ask.” he makes a show of it by flexing his arms and posing as if he was back on the red carpet. 

kenshi rolls his eyes and lets out a puff of air, “i dont want anything you have to offer, john.” he crossed his arms and turns his attention toward the other guys that lui kang recruited to be the power rangers of earthrealm. 

you learned that kung lao and raiden were their names. you had to stop johnny from getting himself cancelled as he tried to make references to Godzilla when the men clearly were not of that origin. but they were cool people, you’d have to make a mukbang with them one day for sure. you paused, realizing you were no better in terms of geography.

“oh really? not even sentō?” speaking of being an antagonistic asshole, johnny removed the sword from his back and waved it around, trying to perform swift and severe moves as a ninja would. he made it a goal to make the sounds as well. 

you just stood at the ready, phone already recording and the sound picking up the popping of bubblegum in the background. a week in and you traded in your black flats and pantsuit for the same training attire that the guys were wearing. you were by no means throwing any punches, but you’d be damned if you didn’t match for aesthetic purposes.

kenshi stopped in his tracks, “oh i think you done did it now, johnny baby…” you twirl a curl of hair between your fingers, lowkey focused more on the rippling muscles and raging testosterone that put itself on display for you.

“now, now. if there is gonna be a brawl of any sorts, its going to be the one that decides who our champion of earthrealm will be.” 

“ahhh, the all-knowing, all-powerful always has such perfect timing,” you coo. “what’s hopping kangaroo?” 

“ah, i’ve been managing the behind the scenes of the competition. making sure all is in order for whomever our champion will be.” he smiles genuinely before bowing before you out of kindness. you would be rude to not return it.

“which is totally going to be me.” kung lao says affirmatively before throwing his makeshift razor-hat. it passes just over your head before getting imbedding in the side of a building.

“watch were you throw that thing! you kill my assistant, you replace her!” johnny pokes at his shoulder.

“nice to know that you value and care for her…” raiden chips in. 

“word.” was all you said in agreement.

“right…” lui kang claps his hands together, looking over the lively bunch in front of him. part of you wonders if he was beginning to regret his choice in heroes.

“as I was saying, today is the day. whoever comes out victorious in the matches will be earthrealm’s champion and will go on to battle against outworld warriors to defend the title. we will start with johnny and kenshi.”

“y/n, watch me beat his ass real quick.” 

“best 2 out of 3?” you say as you join lui kang on the sidelines. he simply nods.

“round 1… fight!” you say before banging the gong.

“beat his ass, johnny! wooooo!” you jump and cheer from the sidelines. 

“finish me johnny cage~” a robotic voice chimed from your phone. the sideline goes silent before you mutter a quick “oops” to check what the fuck just happened. 

you’re accidentally livestreaming. the voice being someone who donated. well, gotta get paid someway. you turned the phone back on the action, watching as donors flooded the chat, saying how sexy johnny looked when he was fighting and the whole nine yards.

“chat thinks you’re so cool right now. don’t disappoint!”

and how could he? with a swift uppercut, kenshi called it quits for the first round while he regained his balance and strength. 

“you’re not done yet johnathan carlton!” you call. he runs over as you take a gatorade bottle and squeeze the contents into his mouth and a little bit on your hands before smacking the shit out of him. “you get out there and you finish it!” he nods without a word before bumping your fist. when he turns to get back in the ring, you deliver a swift slap to his ass for encouragement.

“does that actually help?” raiden comments. he wouldn’t lie, he was tickled by the nonchalant relationship you and Johnny exhibited.

“nah. he just has a really nice ass.” you say, body language unwavering.

it definitely wasn’t helping. he was getting his shit handed to him this round. so much so, he tagged you in.

“whyyyyy am I here! i’m so quitting after this!” you scream as you block many of kenshi’s attacks. johnny, who claims he is just taking a breather, now acted as cameraman as he and the chat giggled at your attempts to evade kenshi.

lui kang had a smirk on his face as he watched the growing potential in you. Despite your obvious fear, you were evading kenshi’s offensive moves quite diligently. He eventually spoke with the goal to guide you.

“compose yourself, y/n. you’re bouncing all over the place, use that momentum for something else.”

you were desperately running out of air from running around the ring, but you couldn’t let up or else kenshi would deploy his frustrations about johnny on you (mmmmm). despite your fear, you heard lui kang’s voice and man, does this god have a voice of reason. you had to obey. so you placed your trust in it and stopped before quickly ducking.

 In doing so, you felt a gust of wind fly over your head, surely a devastating blow from kenshi. you then turned and blindly threw a punch. surprisingly, you made contact, square in the middle of his chest. he gasped for air as the assault caused it all to exit his lungs and drop to his knees. he looked up at you with a fire burning in his eyes. you did not wait to continue and tagged johnny back in.

“now who’s the kangaroo?” lui kang smiled.

“you must think you’re so funny.” you respond, completely stale-faced.

johnny ended up losing the second round, before recovering and winning the final round. quickly though, he was thrust into battle with kung lao where he lost. 

“a brawl between old pals,” you start. “how you feeling kung fu panda?” you put the camera directly up to his eyebrows on a 0.5x setting, getting an insane shot of his forehead.

“first, you’re no better than johnny,” you gasp. “second, i’m feeling really confident.” he finishes. 

“and you ray ray?” you proceed to give him the same media coverage.

“i’ve been waiting for this day for a while.”

“oh he’s so gonna beat your ass”

and you should’ve bet money on it too as raiden came out victorious. 

“so these outworlders, they hot? mutated? what exactly should we be expecting God-Almighty?” johnny asks but not without you delivering a swift elbow to his side for his crudeness. 

“outworlders do have an enhanced strength compared to humans. some also have powers like me.” lui kang demonstrated with his possession of fire.

“so what’s raiden got that can go up against people like you.” kenshi spoke up, finally seeming over the bitterness of his loss earlier. 

“i am always prepared. raiden, i bestow upon you the element of lightning. i ensure that it will aid you tenaciously. i am certain earthrealm will remain in good hands with you.” He hands the amulet over and raiden immediately demonstrated his new abilities by electrocuting the shit out of some training dummies. 

“ok one, he just literally roasted the fuck outta y’all and two, can he charge my phone with this new ability.” 

“can you be serious for one moment?” kenshi grumbled.

“oh im sorry, i thought someone who’s ass i kicked earlier had something to say?” you retort.

he was ready to respond again, but lui kang redirected the conversation.

“it is time. we must depart. outworld is expecting us.” he begins to move his hands in the same circular motion as before and another portal beings to open up.

“y/n! y/n! Look!” johnny points as if he was kid asking his parent capture his performance.

“i got it johnny, damn! it’s not like this isn’t my whole ass job.” you roll you eyes as you break your slowly dying phone out again. before entering the portal, lui kang turned to you,

“i trust that you won’t be getting yourself in trouble?” he raised an eyebrow, his playful demeanor replaced with a serious one.

“don’t worry kangaroo, i’ll be doing the PR work for both johnny and i. count on me to clean up any mess these boys make. it’s all in the job description.”

his face screwed up in thought before he nodded.

“Let us show these outworlders what we are made of.” he led first through the portal.

-end-

I will update as much as I can but just know I am a college student with other commitments. bear with me!

#mk1 2023 #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #raiden #lui kang #kung lao #x reader #mk1 x reader #reader insert #shitpost #self insert #mortal kombat #platonic

[titleleaf]

I’ve wanted to watch more Roger Corman films for a long time — he’s been a pivotal force in the careers of a lot of directors whose works I enjoy and his impact on some of my favorite silly horror tropes is off the charts — but tonight we did a questionable thematic double feature of Corman’s Masque Of The Red Death (1964) with Visconti’s Death In Venice (1971) and hoo boy… my Vincent Price thirst… is strong…

Some thoughts:

- It’s a delight to have an adaptation that engages with Poe’s use of color and the color palettes of all that highly saturated, artificial, Star Trek TOS-looking costuming is a pleasure after “the Middle Ages were brown and gray” has been the norm for so many years now. The presence of the Red Death is undercut by the liberal use of red in the courtiers’ costuming but the costume/character design fucking rules.

- On the flipside, every single one of these costumes could be dated like a tree trunk slice; they are pure 1964 and they look like if you held a match up to them they’d melt. I would loved to have seen more Bogus Renaissance Italy vibes rather than Bogus Generic Medieval but I get that they were working with what they were working with.

- If I saw this movie in 1964 as a teenager it would have blown my tits right off. Arch, sexy, incredibly nasty Prince Prospero low key holds a virtuous peasant girl hostage in exchange for sparing the lives of her lover AND her father, then proceeds to attempt to seduce her into his philosophy of cynicism, skepticism regarding organized religion, and also Satanism, while his clearly pretty lonesome consort is off doing her own thing with Satan and they have a truly bonkers triangulation with exquisite wife-mistress femslash potential and also there’s a lot of evil bathing and evil dressing??? Also there’s a pretty loosey-goosey adaptation of Hop-Frog but I don’t give a fuck, Hop-Frog (excuse me, Hop-Toad for some reason in this) is my favorite figure from Poe and while the ending of the film is a bit Hays Code-y (just too many people being spared!) him and his lady love getting away clean is always a lovely element. (Even if the choice to cast him with an actual adult little person actor who’s appropriately super charming and scheming and her as an ADR’ed child is: super super weird. It was the 60s, I guess.)

- @allthestoriescantbelies pointed out to me that Jane Asher is also the protagonist of The Stone Tape and damn, girl cannot catch a gothic break, no matter what era she’s in. She’s lovely in this.

- I want to show this movie on repeat to all historical costume accuracy discoursers.

- I also want a bunch of Jacobean revenge tragedies costumed exactly like this. In some alternate reality where all the incest wouldn’t be a dealbreaker I think Corman could have cleaned the fuck up adapting Webster and Middleton and whatnot. Hell, do Corman’s Hamlet.

- All the courtiers’ debauchery is pretty tame at first — they canoodle fully clothed, impersonate animals, and drink a lot of wine — but when that finale hits, it really hits.

In conclusion I feel like this film gave me an injection of vital villain/heroine essence directly to the bloodstream.

#ska watches a thing

[littleprincessbug3]

I keep thinking about wanting to be a big girl and packing a stuffie to go explore the woods on my own while Daddy’s at work. Everything’s so pretty and beautiful in nature but then I realize I’m lost and scared. Panicked I trip over a rock scuffing my knee as I fall. I start crying and all the sudden my skirt is soaked. Daddy forgot to put me in nappies! Ok well maybe I was being fussy and told him I’m a big girl butt now I’m all wet 😫.

All the sudden I hear your voice say, “hey! Hey! Are you ok?” I sniffle a bit as you reach out your hand and say “here” with a smile so beaming I can’t help but smile a little back. Shouting after your daddy you take my hand as we skip back. He looks at you confused but then laughs saying how you always make friends wether it’s with animals or people wherever you go. Then turns to me concerned “are you lost?” I just nod my head a little ashamed I thought I could be so big. He sighs asking gently “and you made a mess?” I hang my head even lower and am about to start crying again before you pipe up “Here you can have some of mine!” Your daddy smiles at you not surprised with how sweet you are for sharing your own clothes. He turns to me and says “ok let’s get you cleaned up.” Wiping mean clean and putting a fresh diaper on me. I start to feel better. You help me with the snaps on the jumper then you turn toward your Daddy and ask, “ok! Now can we go play?” He chuckles and nods, “just not too far away.”

We laugh giddily running. We skip rocks, look for frogs, throw leaves in the air. When we get higher up we pretend we are the birds in the sky as we feel the wind under are wings. Lifting are arms we soar with a “woosh” sound. As it starts to get late your daddy says “ok it’s time to go!” Still laughing I recite where my Daddy and I live with a smile from a fun day. As we get closer I start to realize how late it’s gotten. Daddy probably got home from work awhile ago. I start panicking you grab my hand and say “hay it’s ok!” We pull up to the house and I see my Daddy on the phone on the front porch looking worried. All the sudden I start to rush up to him sobbing blubbering “Daddyyy”. Daddy looks so relived he grabs me into his arms holding me tightly. Daddy looks so relieved he pulls me back looks at my face asking question after question “baby girl where were you? Are you ok?” Daddy wipes the tears from my cheeks and looks at me concerned and relieved.

Daddy listens to me as I blubber on about “woods and I thought I was a big girl and-” Daddy starts to give me a stern look like he does when I’ve been naughty and am about to get a spanking. But instead Daddy’s face lightens back to relief as he pulls me closer just happy I’m safe and in his arms. Your daddy steps out of the car with you holding his hand as he walks up to explain our adventures. Daddy invites everyone inside for cookies and refreshments. I can hear my Daddy thanking yours profusely for taking care of me and how I never wander off like that and he was so scared. All while I show you all my toys excitedly! Soon we’re getting sleepy watching cartoons and your daddy comes in to scoop you up. My Daddy walks up to you and says “your daddy told me all about how brave and kind you were! Thank you so much for taking care of and helping my little girl!”

My eyes barely open I see your daddy carrying you to the door and go “aww does she have to go?” My Daddy gives me a kiss on the forehead and says “yes baby all daddy’s have to tuck their baby girl in at night. But we still have to give back the clothes she so nicely lent you since you made a mess in yours.” Daddy looks down at me with a smile and says “her daddy was saying how much fun you two and setting up a play date-” I start to beam with a smile before Daddy interjects with, “-if you are a good girl!” I nod my head profusely excited I have a new friend! 🥰

Omg, this is such a cute story!! I love it ☺️ Thank you for sharing this, my Daddy and I enjoyed reading it and think it's very sweet 💕

[errorryx]

the lamb & the knife

read on ao3 | limited life, pearl & cleo, 1.8k words

a gratuitous fanon interpretation of cleo and pearl's sixth episodes based on this post, because i was feeling silly. cleo summons a war goddess for revenge purposes, and pearl isn't willing to sacrifice her cat.

warning for brief gory/visceral descriptions (i put the zombie in zombiecleo)

“Just a heads-up,” Cleo called across the small canyon between their bases. “Tonight I’m going to summon the goddess of war to my service.”

Pearl had been watching them approach from the top of her hastily-constructed stone wall. She’d never heard of a goddess of war, but it might explain the war paint Cleo had been sporting the last few days. “What does that mean, exactly?” she asked.

“Oh,” Cleo said, tilting their head. “You don’t know?”

“No, I don’t.” It felt like a trap, but as usual, Pearl’s curiosity got the better of her. She hopped down from the wall, ignoring the pain of impact in her soles as she climbed up the tiny gorge. “Can you tell me about it?”

Cleo grinned sharply, like she’d won something. “It’s very simple,” she said. “At moonhigh, I’ll call on the goddess of war to take over my body and enact my revenge. I’m going to draw a circle, make an offering, and win her favor.”

“Right,” Pearl said, as if this was all very normal. Maybe it was. Maybe she’d been out of the loop this whole time, while people had been summoning goddesses left and right under her nose. “What kind of offering are we talking about here?”

Cleo barked a laugh, making Pearl scowl. “If you’re thinking of trying it for yourself, Pearl, I doubt you have the sort of thing she’s looking for.”

“Which is?” Pearl pressed.

“Spoils,” Cleo said. “Yours or another’s.”

Spoils. Pearl frowned. “How am I supposed to get spoils in a game where people don’t drop their stuff when they die?”

“Oh, not that kind of spoils,” Cleo said dismissively. She rested her hand against the awful crevice in her side, then began to slide her fingers in. Pearl quickly looked away. “This is exactly what I mean. If you can’t even look at what I’m trying to show you, you don’t have much hope of obtaining a war goddess’s favor, now, do you?”

“Did you already forget who won last time?” Pearl asked. “I’m not sure why you think a war goddess would give you the time of day when I’m here. How many people have you killed again?”

Now it was Cleo’s turn to scowl. “We’ll just have to see who’s got the better offering, won’t we?”

Pearl lifted her chin. “I guess we will.”

“Between you and me…” Cleo took a step back, still clutching her side, and slowly began to draw something out from within—some kind of awful blackened tube, smelling strongly of rot and mildew. Pearl nearly gagged when she finally figured out what it was, but she pressed her lips together and held her breath instead. “I think I’ve got the upper hand,” Cleo said. “That’s what a goddess craves, you know. Carnage.”

She turned on her heel and walked back to the clock tower, her own entrails dangling in the dust behind her.

Pearl made a sputtering, disgusted noise, scrambling back to her tower. If Cleo was going to make an offering to a goddess, she’d just have to beat her to the punch.

She ran down the stairs of her strip mine, pausing at the spot that led to the ravine where she’d killed Jury—Judge Jury—whatever stupid name Jimmy had given the frog. She didn’t remember. All she remembered was watching the poor stupid creature fall to its death when she’d kicked the ground out from under it. She hopped down to the floor of the ravine, digging around in the rubble until she found—

Nothing. The frog was nothing but dust. Bodies rotted so fast in these games, she doubted she’d be able to use anything from another player, not unless she happened to kill them right in the center of her circle and do the ritual immediately after. Or maybe she could do it while they were still alive, but she’d have to find something that would sit in her circle long enough to make it work.

Pearl grimaced. She knew exactly what she could get to sit in the center of her circle and not move, but she didn’t like it. She went back upstairs to draw her circle, making it as even and symmetrical as possible, then starting on the inside. Summoning circles were meant to have five-pointed stars inside them, weren’t they? She started on the first point of the star, dragging her stick of chalk almost all the way to the center, before realizing she needed a reference point in the middle. She drew a tiny circle and connected the edges of her first point, then started on the other four.

Once she was finished, Pearl set down her chalk, dusted off her hands, and looked over at her unsuspecting cat, who watched silently from across the room. “Pspsps, Froggy,” she called quietly, “come here, baby.” Froggy’s head perked up, and she delicately rose to her feet and trotted right over to Pearl’s side, curling up in a ball at her feet. “That’s right,” Pearl told her adoringly. “Such a good kitty.”

Froggy gave a gentle purr and closed her eyes. Pearl scratched gently at her kitten’s ears and under her chin, watching Froggy’s breathing gradually slow into sleep.

Pearl sat back with a sigh. It would be a simple task to nudge Froggy into the circle, but she still couldn't bring herself to sacrifice her cat. Besides, there was a decent chance that she’d done something wrong, or that Cleo had made the whole thing up just to mess with her. She got to her feet, letting Froggy rest. “Goddess, if you’re listening,” she said, “could I get some kind of sign that I’m doing this correctly? Anything, really.”

She took a look at her circle. From this angle, her improvised pentagram didn’t look much like a star after all. With the smaller circle in the middle, it more closely resembled a flower with five pointy petals.

Maybe it was a sign from the heavens, or maybe it was just her habit of lunacy when the moon was high, but Pearl was struck by sudden inspiration. She climbed up the ladder to the chest room.

BigB was sound asleep on the floor above her, and Pearl could just barely hear his quiet snoring. She tiptoed over to one of the chests and lifted the lid as slowly as she could so as not to disturb him. For a moment she contemplated drawing a second circle, right around BigB’s bed, but she decided against it. Maybe as a last resort.

She only found three flowers in the chests: a poppy, a rose bush, and a lilac. If she were a goddess, Pearl didn’t think she’d be very impressed. Since there were five points to her star, she grabbed a couple dark oak saplings to complete the set. Somehow it just felt right.

By the time she returned to the ground floor, she’d developed a recurring yawn and her eyelids were growing heavy. Pearl never seemed to get enough sleep in these games, and this time was no exception. She knelt down in the center of the circle and arranged the flowers and saplings, one at each point of the star, leaving a space for herself in the center without really thinking. With a shrug, she lay down and stretched out across the stone and gravel floor.

If the goddess wasn’t impressed by the flowers, maybe she’d be impressed by Pearl offering not just some useless internal organ, but all of herself.

Or maybe it would just get her killed. Pearl didn’t know what to expect, but either way, she’d made her peace with it. She was much too tired to stay awake until moonhigh, but she hoped the goddess would accept her offering anyway.

She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

—

“Cleo.”

Cleo grinned, looking up from where she knelt in front of her meticulously-drawn summoning circle. “Hi, Gem.”

“Cleo, what is wrong with you?” Gem stood in the center of the circle, the partially-decomposed intestine dangling from her pinky finger. “Why did you give me this? I don’t want this! Couldn’t you have slaughtered a fattened calf or something?”

“It was just to get a rise out of Pearl,” Cleo said. “Who may or may not be attempting her own ritual tonight, so you’d better hurry up and grant me your favor before you get pulled off to her place instead. Knowing her, her offering might be even worse than mine.”

Gem wrinkled her nose. “Alright, you’ve got my favor, then. Who do you want me to kill? Pearl, I’m guessing?”

“Eh.” Cleo shrugged. “Pearl’s not a priority. It’s Etho I really want dead.”

Gem’s eyes lit up and her hoof stomped eagerly against the ground. “Say no more.”

“He’s also my husband,” Cleo warned. “Or ex-husband. It goes back and forth.”

“Horrifying.” Gem stuck out her hand, and Cleo took it, rising to their feet and stepping within the borders of the circle. “You’ve got a sword for me, right?”

“Of course.”

Gem embraced them, folding into them until she disappeared completely. When she next spoke, the words came out of Cleo’s mouth.

“Then I’ll be sure to collect child support,” she said. “One way or another.”

—

BigB woke in the middle of the night from some sort of humming sound downstairs that shook the whole tower. He jumped to his feet, immediately searching for his sword, before looking across the room at Pearl’s bed, empty and untouched.

His shoulders sagged with relief. If Pearl wasn’t asleep yet, it probably meant she was the one making the noise. But he just as quickly tensed up again, because he couldn’t think of anything she might be doing that would cause it. What if she was in danger? “Pearl?” BigB called, beginning to climb down the ladder. “Where are you?”

“Down here,” chirped a voice from below that was definitely not Pearl’s.

When he got to the bottom, BigB turned around to see Pearl standing in the center of a large flower drawn in chalk on the floor, with flowers in her hair and a very peculiar sparkle in her eyes. “Pearl?” he asked hesitantly, backing up a few steps.

“Not quite,” Pearl said, her lips moving in time to the voice that wasn’t hers—a voice that, now that he thought about it, sounded familiar. “Come on now, BigB. Don’t you recognize your queen?”

—

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#pearlescentmoon #zombiecleo #ldshadowlady #geminitay #bigbst4tz2 #limited life spoilers #tw gore #tw body horror #it's played for a laugh but i'm tagging it anyway to err on the side of caution #my stuff #my writing #lml

[iboatedhere]

“Now, African plated lizards are omnivores, which means what?” 

The guide pauses as a dozen hands shoot into the air. She nods to a boy in a blue shirt with a panda on it.

“They eat meat and vegetables,” he says proudly as the guide nods.

“That’s exactly right. They can eat flowers, fruits, and leaves but they can also feed on invertebrates, which are….” She pauses again but this time no hands go up. “Animals without a backbone like insects and worms and spiders. However they can also feed on other small lizards and baby tortoises.”

All of the kids in the school group make a horrified sound as they look at the box turtles in the holding tank that she showed them earlier.

“You don’t have to worry,” the guide assures them, “here at the National Zoo they’ll get a healthy diet of salad and crickets.”

It seems to quiet their fears and she moves onto the next animal, a tree frog that immediately tries to hop out of her hands.

Beside TK, Agent Reyes startles then covers it up by fiddling with his tie. 

“Are you ready to go?”

“What’s the rush,” TK asks, “we’ve got all day, don’t we?”

His job here had been fairly simple. A quick photo op behind the scenes with the head keeper and the director of conservation, a private tour of the reptile house to see where the newly acquired lizards would call home, and a drop in on a local school group at the zoo on the field trip. 

He could leave now. He could slip out the door and be on his way without any of the kids or chaperones noticing, but he thinks the reptiles are interesting, and more importantly, he’s sure that Agent Reyes does not. 

He had been noticeably uncomfortable during the tour, keeping his distance as TK leaned in close to get a good look at the Komodo dragon and the rattlesnakes behind the glass, and nearly fled the room when the curator told TK he could pet one of the cutest little geckos he’s ever seen. 

“I think I should get a pet lizard,” TK says. “I think it’s time we put a pet in the White House.”

“Your mother has Ginsburg.”

“Ginsburg is practically human. I’m talking about a pet.”

“Adopt a dog,” Agent Reyes says, “or a cat.”

“But lizards are so cute. I can put them in my pocket and carry them around with me. It would be like you’re protecting the both of us. Do you think it would be the first lizard in the White House?”

Agent Reyes shakes his head, eyes trained on the frog as the guide shows him off to the kids. 

“You’re probably right, I bet Teddy Roosevelt’s kids had all kinds of animals.”

“I was gonna say Regan, actually.”

TK barks a laugh. “That’s offensive to lizards. Wait, did you just make a joke?”

Up front, the frog jumps from the guide's hand onto the head of one of the children, and they all react with glee while Agent Reyes takes a step back. 

“I’m going to wait outside. You’re secure here.”

TK watches him go then jumps in to volunteer when the guide asks if anyone wants to hold a garter snake.

“Reptiles aren’t your thing?” TK asks when he joins Agent Reyes outside after the school group has moved on. 

Agent Reyes looks him over, like he’s checking that there’s no threat of lizards or frogs. “I just think there are more interesting things to see here.”

“Oh, like the bear cubs!” TK says. “I’ve been following them on Instagram and they’re so cute. I should ask the head curator if I can hug them or something.”

“I don’t think she’s going to agree to that.”

“You’re such a buzzkill,” TK tells him as he steps over to read the zoo map on the wall. “I’m assuming the Regan joke was a one-off.” He traces the path from the reptile house to the Andean bear enclosure. “I’m gonna go look. You can come if you want.”

Agent Reyes stays an infuriating half step behind which makes TK feel more paranoid than protected. 

“Is there a rule that you have to walk behind me? It makes me feel like I have a stalker.”

“You probably do have a stalker.”

TK turns and walks backwards. “Paul never used to shadow me like this and he had no problem keeping me safe.”

“Agent Strickland and I have different styles.”

“Well, yours is being creepy,” TK says as he turns back around and lengthens his strides to Agent Reyes has to work to keep up. 

By the time they make it to the exhibit, TK has to lean his arms on the concrete barrier and catch his breath. 

On one of the rocky outcroppings the cubs wrestle, one of them rearing up on his hindlegs to pounce, only to tip backwards, leaving his brother to launch his own clumsy attack. 

“Isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” TK asks, looking back with a scoff as Agent Reyes keeps his eyes on the pathway. “Would you at least look at the bears every once in a while,” he says, reaching out and yanking him up beside him.

“Ironically the bears are the only place where I know the danger won’t be coming from.”

TK rolls his eyes. “Who is going to get me at the National Zoo, in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week? Doesn’t this stalker have a job?”

“Mr. Strand–,” Agent Reyes cuts himself off and crowds closer as a group of school children round the bend, flustered looking chaperones doing their best to keep them in line.

“Yeah,” TK says, “those kids are real scary.”

“I’d prefer it if we kept moving.”

“Fine,” TK says, pushing himself away from the barrier. 

They wander down the path with Agent Reyes following more closely this time.

“I want to get up to New York,” TK says as they make their way past the sea lions. “Soon. I haven’t seen my dad or Alex in way too long and I should probably check in at the office so people still remember that I work there. I won’t tell anyone that I’m going, I promise and I’ll keep a low profile while I’m there. Lunch a few times with my dad and then just hanging around out with Alex. He’s not a partier so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Okay,” Agent Reyes says slowly. “Okay, we can do that.”

“That’s good, because I’m not really asking for your permission. This was more of a heads up.”

“You know,” Agent Reyes says, laying his hand across TK’s arm to stop him from storming off. “I know I’m not Agent Strickland, and I’m not trying to be. But I’m also not the enemy. I think we have the same goal here—keeping you alive.”

“I guess there’s some truth to that,” TK admits and Agent Reyes smiles tightly. 

“I’m glad we’re finally on the same page. Where are you staying?”

“My apartment?”

“It doesn’t have a doorman.”

“It’s safe.”

“I’ve seen photos. If you lean on that door it’ll pop open. I don’t know why you live there, anyway.”

“First of all, it’s not that bad, and second of all it was the first place I got when I moved out of my dad’s apartment at nineteen. It keeps me humble. But, if it’s going to be a whole thing, I’ll stay with Alex. His place has a doorman.”

“I’m assuming you already cleared this with him?”

“He’s my boyfriend. He wants to see me.”

Agent Reyes puts his hands up. “Okay. We’re going to need to bring more agents.”

“Oh c’mon—.”

“It’s too big of a city and odds are you won’t even know that they’re there. I’m doing you a favor by telling you beforehand. I thought we just came to an understanding?”

“Fine, but it’s going to be a waste of their time. If I can get Alex out of the office I’m not planning on letting him out of the apartment, if you know what I mean.”

“I can imagine,” Agent Reyes says dryly before checking his watch. “Are you ready to go?”

“I thought maybe–.”

“Good,” Agent Reyes interrupts. “The fastest way to the exit is straight down and then the first right.” 

“Okay,” TK says, a little surprised at the sudden demand to leave. “I guess we can go.”

Agent Reyes nods and stays two steps behind him on the way out.

#anyway I now present to you this fucking thing #through my sadness through my grief I will create #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #wip wednesday #secret service au

[soccerwag]

Hey! Im real soory to bother but can you write something fluff for vinicius jr like your first date or something anything will be fine really if you cant or dont feel like it please feel free to ignore this <33

Yes I will 🤭🫶🏼 I hope you like the way I interpreted it. I also know it’s kinda short this is my first time but I’m sure they’ll get longer the more I practice!

Summary: You and Vini have been friends for a while. You’ve had a crush on him for a while now but never mentioned it out of fear of ruining your friendship. Just recently he had opened up to you about his feelings for you and now today was the day you and him were going on your first date.

Warnings: None

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I’m so stressed right now! I have no clue what to wear, how to do my hair or makeup or what shoes to wear! If I’m being honest I’m so nervous that I don’t even remember what time he said he was going to be here.

I’ve liked Vini since we were 13. At first I tried pushing the feelings away, pretend that they weren’t even there but eventually that was just not something I could do. Although I never put right told him I liked him I’m sure it was obvious to our other mutual friends that I did. It honestly kind of shocked me when he told me he’s liked me for a while now too. All this time I’ve been thinking it was one sided and when really it never was.

I was so engrossed in my panic and anxiety that I didn’t even hear the front door open. I was still in my pajamas. My hair was still a freak show and I haven’t gotten the chance to freshen up.

“Well don’t you look gorgeous straight out of bed.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Shit Vini, I didn’t expect you to be here so soon.” I covered my face from embarrassment.

“I couldn’t figure out what to wear because I wanted to look my best for you but everything I tried on I hated.” I rambled on, starting to work myself up again.

“Hey, hey, hey, you look gorgeous all the time, you could be wearing a huge T-shirt covered in food and a pair of sweatpants and I’d still think you looked absolutely stunning.

I didn’t know how to react, I was calmed immediately, my anxiety washed away and my tension soon let up.

“Vini…you know just how to make me feel better.” I smiled and gave him a hug.

“Why don’t we just have a cute little movie date here.” Vini suggested.

“Honestly that would be great.” I said with another smile tugging on my face again.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the living room.

“What movie do you want to watch princesa.”

“Princess and the frog.”

I laid my body on top of his and just engulfed myself in my body warmth.

We ate so much popcorn and candy I thought I personally was going to explode. I was starting to doze off to sleep but the last thing I heard before I hit slumber was,

“Thank you mi vida, for being you, one day soon I’ll tell you I love you while you’re awake but for now to not scare you I’ll say it while you sleep.” Vini said while stroking my hair and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

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Vini after bagging you

#vini jr #imagine #book blurb #fluff #soccer #vinicius junior

[puddleorganism]

Alright. So while we’re all thinking about Steven Universe again I wanna talk about something I’ve been thinking about for a while

I don’t like that the gems are human-shaped. Like, I get why they are from a design standpoint - and specifically as a children’s show. I don’t even dislike the designs! I just. Am insane about speculative biology and aliens. I would like them to be weirder. So I will make them weirder

(Now, take this whole thing with a grain of salt because it has been a very long time since I’ve actually watched Steven Universe and a lot of the lore is a bit fuzzy to me.)

Ok! Disclaimers aside, let’s get into it!

So, (if I’m remembering right) there are three key facts pertaining to the appearance of gems:

Gems’ physical bodies are projections of/from their gems.

These projections are heavily influenced by their mental state and identity, and are capable of not only being subconsciously influenced, but also consciously influenced.

Gems are capable of extremely accurate mimicry.

This means their appearance could basically be anything.

Homeworld gems tend to have elaborate, inorganic crystalline forms. Especially in high-ranking gems, there’s a lot of posturing involved. Their forms are just barely even function, capable of completing the tasks they were assigned and all else dedicated to looking pretty and complicated and wholly inorganic.

Gems created in kindergartens would be the exact opposite, especially when they first crawled out of the ground. Their forms would be built to dig and… not really anything else at first. As they get older they become more specialized, their bodies evolving to suit their assignments - and eventually adding whatever personal flair they can get away with (which really isn’t much). This is why gems of the same type tend to look nearly identical.

It’s also possible for - and actually likely that they would mimic things that they really like, or otherwise had a great influence on them. Friends may begin to look like twins over time. Curious kindergartners may look like some strange life form that caught their eye, before they learned it was a very bad idea to express any sort of affection for such beasts. Lapises and aquamarines often look like living water.

It makes sense, then, that the Crystal Gems looked like humans. But what if they didn’t? What if they looked like tigers or herons? Flowers or frogs? Isopods, trees, squid, extinct megafauna, or any of the incredible, bizarre organisms that shared Earth with them!

This is also why I think corrupted gems look the way they do; animalistic and strange, that is. They don’t know what they’re supposed to look like. They hardly know who they are. How are they supposed to make themselves a form with no knowledge of themself? Well, mimicry. They mimicked the creatures they saw on Earth, but not super well because honestly perfect mimicry isn’t really what they were going for anyway.

Now, imagine if you could pick anything, anything at all, what you would look like. Imagine a gem who looks like their mental picture of a strange creature from an old myth. Imagine a gem that looks like an ever-flowing sheet of rain. Imagine a gem that looks like a miniature nebula. Imagine a gem that looks like a waveform of their favorite song. Imagine a gem that looks like a sunset in a storm cloud. Imagine a gem that’s an amalgam of all they’ve ever loved - people, creatures, places, things.

So, yeah. More fucked up gems please

#I’m probably gonna draw them later #this is technically inspired by gemyct but I don’t think I should tag it because it’s not explicitly about that #steven universe #steven universe au #speculative biology #? kind of

[evilhasnever]

here’s some fluffy xiyao drabble prompts! i hope one of them strikes your fancy ☺️

xichen meeting rusong or something to do with a sleepy rusong)

something to do with spice tolerance or a gift of unliked food (not alcohol)

one of them has never done X—the other one is surprised, and seeks to remedy this immediately

one of them finds out about an unusual/uncharacteristic hobby the other one has

modern AU: xichen loves being festive for ANY holiday, and wants to do something ayao thinks is just so, so cringe

modern AU: xiyao goes swing dancing (look up aerials for some inspiration 👀)

modern AU: xiyao goes to daiso/the dollar store

I zeroed in on swing dancing immediately 👀 (but I might come back for the other prompts later!)

Modern AU - Connection

“I’ve been thinking we should pick up a new hobby. Something we can do together.”

Jin Guangyao smiles and rubs his husband’s nape with a light hand, eyes still glued to his laptop. “We do yoga, play tabletop and play duets sometimes. Don’t we have plenty of activities we do together, ge?” 

“But they aren’t traditional couples activities,” Xichen insists, his ears pinkening, “for couples.” Ah, so that’s what it is. Married life has made Lan Xichen more inclined to show off, much to Jin Guangyao’s delight. 

“I will gladly review my husband’s proposal, please submit it by noon tomorrow,” Jin Guangyao replies in a pretend-formal tone, knowing he will say yes no matter what oddball activity Lan Xichen chooses. 

If he is to be honest with himself, he’d expected Lan Xichen to choose something sweet, creative, and slow paced. Pottery class would have been his number one guess. 

Instead, he is sweating his balls off on a dance floor, wearing what his husband enthusiastically deemed “compulsory swing dancing attire”. They got rid of the vests about ten minutes in, but the long pants are a little stuffy nonetheless.

They’re not the only gay couple in dance class, but they are probably the only first timers. His husband only smiles brilliantly and recommends he just have fun, but Jin Guangyao has already sized up the athleticism and general coordination of the other guys, and is fairly certain they can show them up from the get go. None of them has ballet training nor Lan Xichen’s preternatural comfort in his body that makes him good at just about any sport. They’ll grind them to dust by the end of the session.

Jin Guangyao is no show-off, but he enjoys being very damn good at things. Visibly, demonstrably good at things. And though he gave up ballet as a teen, years of dutiful yoga stretches were not for nothing. He’d kept up with it for the sex, to be honest, but he suspects that flexibility will be equally convenient when he has to flip a leg over Lan Xichen’s shoulder to fold himself into a scarf. As soon as they’re done with steps and stomps, anyway. 

The teacher lavishes praise on them - “Incredible connection!” - and Jin Guangyao lets himself preen a little. “We’ve been together for a while,” he says, making Lan Xichen flush and glow with pride. “We’re a well oiled machine.” 

The first challenging exercise comes in the form of aerials. They’re not quite ballet lifts, but close enough in his estimation. It’s all about landing right. 

Now, Jin Guangyao has always preferred to have his feet firmly on the ground. He’s not afraid of heights, but he likes to know where he stands at any given time. So when he and Lan Xichen run through basic throws, he is skeptical at first that he will enjoy this - though he is willing, because Lan Xichen’s absolutely glowing joy whenever he throws him in the air is palpable. 

Obviously, Jin Guangyao watched countless videos of aerials for beginners last night. He did not care for the frog jumps the teacher is intent on making them do, but the idea of wrapping his legs around Lan Xichen’s neck is an appealing one.

Lan Xichen, both sturdy and fluid, his anchor and the rubber band that propels him back and forth, moves with him with ease. It feels good to stick to him. It feels hot. 

While they take their third break of the evening, Jin Guangyao carefully adjusts his yoga pants and chugs water, but the sight of his husband absolutely sweat-sodden and positively flooded with endorphins does not help in dousing his flames. 

“Gege,” Jin Guangyao says, crooking his finger to pull Lan Xichen aside while some couples return to the dance floor, and others amble towards the exit. “I think we can call ourselves satisfied for today, don’t you?”

Lan Xichen, damn his stamina, has the gall to look surprised and a little put out, lips pursing in a conflicted manner. “Of course, A-Yao. We have been practicing for a while. Were you not enjoying yourself?” 

“That’s not it,” Jin Guangyao assures him, draping his towel around Lan Xichen’s neck to pull him down and encase him in a warm, private dark space where their noses touch. “My knees do need a bit of a breather, but I think we can continue practicing our connection at home.” Horizontally, ideally.

Lan Xichen’s eyes widen in rapturous enthusiasm and he nods, leading him to the changing rooms with a gentlemanly hand on the small of his back. Jin Guangyao makes sure to say goodbye to the teacher while he exits with maximum dignity. They’ll be back to effortlessly upstage those uncoordinated newbies next week.

(The Scarf is the first move in this video - probably not a first day kind of exercise, but they’ll get there in no time.)

#xiyao drabbles #xiyao #Happy modern married xiyao shenanigans #Lan xichen #jin Guangyao #shiome fic

[twelvegrimmyplace]

Nick Grimshaw looks back: ‘Rihanna, Kate, Naomi – Mum was never fazed by them. But she did lose it over Alan Titchmarsh’

The broadcaster and his mother recreate an old photo and recall their wild nights out together

Born in Oldham in 1984, Nick Grimshaw is a presenter best known for his time on BBC Radio 1, as well as his mischievous charm and A-list social circle. Starting his career as a runner for MTV, he went on to present T4, became a judge on the X Factor, hosted the Radio 1 Breakfast show and now has a culinary podcast, Dish. He lives with his fiance, the dancer Meshach Henry, in London with his two dogs. His memoir, Soft Lad, is out now.

Eileen

Nick always wanted to be the centre of attention, and was a very comical child. In that picture, he was probably eight, and it would have been Children In Need night. When that happened, my God, he made everyone sit down. He’d get you nuts, crisps and sweets, and you’d have to watch the whole lot. He’d get obsessed like that with everything – television, radio, music. There was a dog book fad, too. He knew off by heart every breed and he’d take it to church when we went to mass, hiding it inside the hymn book so nobody could see.

Nick’s talkative. It was like switching the light on in the morning, then it was all day, nonstop. He was known for it, and would get in trouble at school because of it. He knew from a young age that he wanted to get a job at Radio 1. He said: “That’s where I’m going to work” and his dad replied: “Mmm, you and a million other kids.” But Nick stuck by it.

As well as chatting, he was in a band, playing the cornet. It was terrible. When I’d get my friends round – there’s a group of nine of us, we call it Girls’ Night – Nick would worm his way in. The cornet would come out. Once or twice he’d say: “I don’t want you to look at me while I do it,” so he’d have his back to us. He was way out of tune and we’d be bursting not to laugh but his dad would say: “Brilliant! Fantastic!” He got thrown out of the band in the end and I had to try to talk them into letting him back in.

When he left home for university we thought we’d gone deaf because it was so quiet. His house was a dump. You’d wipe your feet when you came out – it was atrocious. Then he was off to London. He wouldn’t really tell me what was happening down there – he’d just say he was handing out flyers.

I didn’t see a lot of him back then, but sometimes he’d bring his friends up for Christmas. Nick asked if Amy Winehouse could come one year. I said: “Why?” He said: “Well, she’s got nowhere to go.” She didn’t come in the end, but I did speak to her when she rang the house phone.

Nick’s very thoughtful. Even more so as he’s got older. He’s grown up, and I now see him settled with Meshach, and they’re so lovely together. My friends all say I’m so lucky he wants to include me in everything he does. I’ve had some brilliant holidays with him, but when I visit him in London it’s always a bit full-on. I get there and he says: “Don’t worry, we’ll have a nice quiet weekend” but it never is. He’s bumping into people, or there’s a party and we’re not home until quarter to six the next morning. It’s exhausting, but I do think, you know what? While I’m fit and able to, I’m going to enjoy it.

Nick

That was the prime spot in our lounge. I was getting ready to watch the telly and cuddle with Eileen. The green mark on my hand was from painting – possibly a frog. My milk teeth hadn’t fallen out but my adult teeth started growing – so you can see a single fang in the picture. My family were like: “Oh that’s horrible! That’s so gross.” They used to call me Wolf Boy. How mean.

I was enjoying my life at this point. I loved primary school. It was in a bungalow, and it didn’t feel as if I was doing actual work, just running around seeing gerbils or a stray dog. We’d do skipping or play rounders or welly chucking. It was about this time that I got into Hardcore Ecstasy – a rave compilation that I loved. At secondary school I had friends but I was never in a clique or a gang, and I wonder if it’s because my reference points were off because of my older brother and sister’s influence. I was less excited about the Spice Girls because I was like: “Yeah, but have you heard the Slits?” Pretty annoying. I obviously also loved Girls’ Night.

I don’t know what it was about cities, but I always wanted to be somewhere bigger. I grew up in suburban Oldham and enjoyed the chaos of going to central Manchester. Once I realised I wanted to do radio, I knew I had to go to London. It seemed there was so much life for young people there versus being on my mum and dad’s watch, listening to wood pigeons and having a potato hash for tea. I wanted a racket.

I ended up meeting Mairead [Nash] and Tabitha [Denholm] from Queens of Noize when I was doing student radio. That night we went out together and didn’t come back for 24 hours. My friend Jenny dropped me off the next day at my parents’ and my dad was in the front garden. As the car pulled up he said: “Where the bloody hell have you been? Look at the bleeding state of you!” I looked straight ahead and said: “Drive on.” He chased me down the road with clippers and I hid at Jenny’s. London was such a big fast city, so the friends I made I bonded with quickly. When I was unemployed, me and Amy [Winehouse] would get drunk in the day in Camden, and Mairead and Tabitha really looked after me. Sadie [Frost], too.

When my dad died [in 2016], a family friend, Sarah, said to think of it as the start of a new sort of relationship with my mum. We could be adults together rather than mother and son. I was worried about her feeling alone after such a monumental change, but we ended up becoming good friends and she’d come out with me to parties, or we’d go away with Sadie’s family.

Mum was never fazed by any of my friends. Once I took her to a Stella McCartney fashion week dinner and everyone famous was there – Rihanna, Kate, Naomi. None of it bothered her, although it was good gossip for her when she got back home and could tell Girls’ Night how gorgeous they all were. That being said, she did lose it when she met Alan Titchmarsh. The night before, I’d taken her to DJ with me at one of [stylist and journalist] Katie Grand’s fashion parties and we ended up having a big night. I was so hungover the next day when we were supposed to go to the Chelsea flower show together, that we ended up getting drunk there to get over it. Then she saw Alan. She was like: Alan! Alan! Weak at the knees for Alan.

My mum has also been a victim of many pranks on the radio. Once Alan Carr called her and said he was a casting agent who wanted to know if she’d like to be Pauline Quirk’s mother in Broadchurch. Another time, I called and said I had all these demands for when I visited next: that I wanted a kilo of wheatgrass and an ostrich egg. It was so funny that we made a song on Radio 1 of my mum going “Wheatgrass?” over banging techno.

When I was younger, I’d call her when I needed something – and also because contractually you should ring your mum. Then I called her for pranks. Now I phone every day because I want to gossip or to hear her news. Even though I’ll keep taking her along to parties, my favourite thing is still staying at home watching telly with Eileen.

[source]

#lovely! #nick grimshaw #grimshaw fam #press #soft lad

[palettepainter]

It’s mothers day in the UK tomorrow, so here’s a little piece featuring mama Magakure and her army of country bumpkin kiddies (from left to right: Hono, Higrai, Chikara, Suru, Taiho) - They’ll be more mothers day drawings like this piece to come soon to my Redbubble in time for Mothers Day in the US, but for now it’s just Magakure! (some facts about the kiddos below)

You can get this design available on my Redbubble as a:

Sticker/Magnet - https://www.redbubble.com/i/sticker/Maijima-Family-by-Palettepainter1/142451137.EJUG5  //  https://www.redbubble.com/i/magnet/Maijima-Family-by-Palettepainter1/142451137.TBCTK

Poster (I’ve always wanted to try doing posters so if there is a certain character you want on a poster let me know!) - https://www.redbubble.com/i/poster/Maijima-Family-by-Palettepainter1/142451137.E40HW

And Travel Mug - https://www.redbubble.com/i/mug/Maijima-Family-by-Palettepainter1/142451137.V33QC

Since it’s been a decent while since I’ve posted any headcannons here are some drabbles about Higari and his siblings

Higari was a pretty shy kid at first, around his parents he was passionate about cars, frogs and collecting a variety of bugs. Around other kids his own age Higari didn’t really feel like he belonged, so often kept quite and preferred to stick to the side lines, happy to entertain himself by watching the worms wiggle about in the dirt making sculptures out of the earth. Higari liked to help his mum out with yard work when he was old enough, and despite Magakure’s often blunt attitude she enjoyed having Higari about to keep things entertaining - she was also happy he had a passion for being outdoors. When Higari got some little siblings to show off to he grew some confidence and became a much more confident kid 

Hono, Higari’s rowdy, energetic younger brother. Higari was very excited to have a little brother to keep him company, even more so when he got to show off to him. Hono like any baby was impressionable so him and Higari share a lot of the same interests and dislikes. They both despised bath time as kids and bath time often started with a wild goose chase of their mother trying to round them up to the bathroom. That being said they weren’t entirely the same, Hono from the get go was a lot more daring then his older brother, Hono more often then not taking the lead on their many adventures. Hono was often the one who had to stand up for his brother who would still get anxious around the other kids in their school. Hono takes the most after their mother in appearance, but is also quick to irritate like her, when he was a kid he could throw quite the tantrum when he wanted to

Chikara and Taiho, the twins, where much easier then Higari and Hono - being twins Chikara and Taiho where happy to play amongst themselves when Higari and Hono didn’t feel like playing with them. Alas with Chikara being the only girl her older brothers sometimes pushed her out of playing games with them, which caused a lot of conflict between them when Chikara got older and wanted to hang out with them more. Chikara as a kid grew up to be a quick thinker and a little scamp, often outsmarting Higari and Hono just to get back at them for not including her in the fun. Eventually, when Kaigo sat Higari and Hono down to explain why Chikara wanted to play with them so much the two worked harder to include their baby sister in their games - though naturally she was still quite a scamp, wanting to be like her brothers. Taiho was a lot more quite, often acting more as an accomplice to his sisters shenanigans and overall a lot less prone to cause his parents problems. Taiho was a quite kid but he wasn’t shy, he just liked to have his quite time to himself. Whereas Chikara was more of a daddys girl, Taiho was a mummas boy and liked to help Magakure out with stuff in the garden and especially helping her cook

Suru, the youngest and last child in the Maijima family, had a lot of older siblings to help raise her. Chikara naturally clung onto Suru the most in the beginning, eager to have a baby sister, but Hono was the one to eventually act as her sibling role model after the passing of their dad. Suru took a lot after Hono growing up, always following him around like a duckling. She grew up with quite a potty mouth and feisty temper, which often lead to Magakure telling Hono he needed to do better for Suru. The home at the time was a bit all over the place with the passing of their father and Higari shortly after going up to stay in the city to attend UA. Hono didn’t realise at the time, but he clung to Suru so much in hopes she would fill the gap Higari left when we went away - when Suru realised this years later in her late teens it led to a bit of a rebellious phase, which only put more of a gap between her and her mother. Suru in the present is blunt and indifferent to a lot of crazy things, gets her head stuck in her work and still isn’t entirely sure what she wants to do when she’s older. She is very unsure at where her bond with Hono stands, as she fears Hono still views her as a replacement for Higari (it doesn’t help her and Higari are very similar in looks and have similar quirks)

DO NOT REPOST/EDIT/COPY/TRACE MY ART OR OC’S!!! 

#MHA #Magakure #Higari #Hono #Taiho #Chikara #Suru #Mothers day