#She also has more prominent eyelashes

[justcypreus]

Me: One of the little details I love about Saki’s design is the lip gloss. The other girls don't have that sheen and tint on their lips because the make up is an attempt to look more mature so people can take her seriously and not treat her like a child. Saki looks older than she is because she wants to look older than she is.

My brain: What about the professor?

Me: Stress got to him

#Sorry prof i dont know why you look like that at 50ish yrs old #He stayed in the sun too long and thats why he got a hat #Is it the beard?! #If asian don't raisin what happen to you?! #Why am my bullying akiharu? he doesnt deserve this #Disrespecting the elderly #Oh but WHAT IF #He has the same reason as saki #Nobody's taken him seriously since he was a child #Not even other science dudes #So he has no choice but to look like a wizened old man #(Pls dont actually take this seriously) #digimon survive #saki kimishima #akiharu minase #Design notes #She also has more prominent eyelashes #Had to look up if lip gloss is considered make up #It is

[yotd2009]

one thing i'm trying to keep in mind while designing the cast of the resurrectionists is that they're all constantly changing clothes + ideally there will be ppl cosplaying these characters someday and i'd much rather see morana cosplays done in old btssb pieces that technically aren't things she wears than morana cosplays in cheap mass-produced versions of her canon outfits from aliexpress so i'm trying to make them all recognizable by a defining feature or two + fashion (sub)style alone

#like morana wears old school egl. tends towards skirts that hit her mid calf. prefers ruffles over lace. always has on rocking horse shoes. #usually is in some sort of deep red. wears a lot of vivienne westwood pieces. wears a lot of bows. and has a very specific shade of pink #hair w hime-esque bangs and braided twintails. so like. if youve got the hair and 1-2 of those things you're all set for your morana cospla #(also rectangular headdresses. she loves rectangular headdresses) #shi is also one of the good examples. shironuri w bright red lipstick and LONG false eyelashes for makeup. long red and black hair in a #high sidepony (which is at least partially crimped). she wears angura kei w a tendency towards basing her fits around kimono and not school #uniforms (bc she is. a grown ass adult. from the 1600s). she always has something on her head near the base of that ponytail. #her outfits often incorporate flowers or butterflies. she usually has some sort of timepiece on her. she likes printed socks/tights. her #shoes always have some sort of platform. and her main colors are red white and black. #dysmas doesn't wear any color save for white and black. any metal on them is silver. their hair is black and textured and covers one eye. #they always have a crucifix displayed on them prominently somewhere. they wear shironuri w dark makeup around their eyes and st peter's #cross drawn under their visible eye + black lipstick. their outfits are mainly black w white collars. they like moi meme moitie pieces. #they almost always have a crucifix at their hip. for shoes they tend towards a heeled boot. they almost always have on some sort of veil fo #headwear. think of them like a raspberry mazohyst choker come to life. #mara's going to be my last example bc i need to make the rest of them stronger. black twintails w bangs parted in the middle and pink #highlights. either guro lolita or menhera depending on which version of her you're looking at but we're going to focus on regular mara not #distant-future-amnesiac-reaper-mara . so guro lolita. she always has an eyepatch. she has long legs so she uses that age old talllita trick #of letting one's bloomers peak out to cover more leg. she tends towards blouse+skirt+apron coords instead of wearing a jsk or op. #white bright red and bright pink are her colors. usually wears gloves or wrist cuffs. likes printed tights/socks. likes border prints. #romeo.txt

[messylustt]

what you remind them of. spiderverse

you reminded hobie brown of stickers. in a figurative sense, but also a literal. the way you could be placed anywhere and still be recognisable to him. some days he saw a pattern, etched into the way you smiled. other days he saw colours, reflected from the way you felt. blue, orange, pink, green. the changeable nature has him reeling and intrigued. he wants you to decorate his life, or at least his guitar. with your careful fingers, options of cartoon characters or skulls being plastered to one of his most prized possessions. he loved it. the way you’d change, matching his inconsistent attitude. and when the stickers would begin to ware and peel, he never once chose to remove them. because the reminder that you’d stay, his want for you to stay made his ringed fingers dance over the simple stuck cut outs.

you reminded miguel o’hara of sugar. sweet of course, but something his tastebuds had to get used to. he wasn’t a sweet tooth at first. finding your sugary tone and sweet sweet smile something hard to stomach. maybe deep down it was because he secretly craved something of that flavour, that taste. he tried to keep his diet free from you, ignoring his salivating mouth. but he had to give in, he just had to with the way he knew your skin would be exactly what he needs his tongue to feel. his life lacklustre, filled with bland foods and even blander friendliness. you were a breath of fresh air, something he knew he’d grow addicted to. his sweet tooth was now prominent, obsessed with you day after day.

you reminded lyla of tears. something she physically couldn’t compute. the way the water droplets would fall, staining your cheeks and creating a morning dew feel to your eyelashes. when she first saw them, her instinct was to reach out. her code told her she couldn’t wipe your eyes but her want told her she could. so pretty when you’d either cry from joy or sadness. though most of the time alone, lyla would be watching. tears…your tears were something she remembered. strangely it didn’t compare to others. some would wail, sniffle, exclaim. but you would sit, blinking, and letting the tears slowly make their descent down your face, coating your lips in a shimmer that made her want to lean in.

you reminded miles morales of shoelaces. specifically his shoelaces. the amount of times you’ve reminded him to tie them has been endless. your subtle gestures or raises of your brows, has earned him to glance down. sometimes he’d catch you, fingers out as you lean to do them yourself. but he’d never want you to do the work so he’d poke his finger against your head, moving you back. now you’d call him stupid, he’d call you a little neat freak, while stumbling over his untied laces. your smug smile would earn a flustered but still stubborn state from him. but just to annoy you a step further he’d always be tying your shoelaces, neglecting his own in a way of saying ‘your safety is more important than mine.’ which would result in a round about way of you pointing out the ‘safety’ of it while threatening to have them glued.

you reminded miles morales earth-42 of paint. the kind that’s messy and creates large artworks. your face might be stained with colour, your fingers most definitely so. with raised brows and a frown he’d point out your never ending strokes. you’d bring colour to his world, hellbent eventually, as he’d push off the idea for what feels like eternity. but slowly, gradually, would he find your paints staining his skin, matching graffitied art like a tattoo. surprisingly he wouldn’t wipe it away, tracing the mess with a prowler claw. you were a mess, all over the place, he made that clear to you. but what he doesn’t tell you is the way he’s kept your messy paintings for himself, subtly letting you paint and create at his home. he may not admit to it, but you’ve painted your heart, a pretty thing that he’s kept all for himself.

you reminded pavitr prabhakar of shells. the kind of seashore ones found at the beach. it’s a new scenery from what he’s used to. you seem to always have this saltwater scent, fresh and inviting. with smiles he’s spoken to you, listened to your voice like the shells that float out into the ocean, dragging him with you. he likes the feel of the sand between his toes. he also likes the pretty patterns that would imbed themselves into the ground. you were like a shell, pretty and something he always loves to find. he liked to treasure the shells he’d find, keep them safe. collections like the collections he’d want to keep of your words. tucked safe into his pockets. your intriguing secrets with the sound of ocean that you’d hear when you press your ear to a larger shell matched perfectly.

you reminded gwen stacy of neon lights. bright and colourful. you were something that made her eyes widen as she stared. like a club street light, you’d invite people in. even inside the club with the flashing lights, you’d keep people entertained. she always stood by you, soaking in your colourful rays. she may even gain inspiration for her hair, the tinges of pink that would stain your lips made her want to match. you were alive in the night, her favourite pastime just flying through the city with you as her guide. even if it would rain you seemed to shine, your smile only making her eyes reflect colour. you made her feel excited with your hooded gaze. you even met under a neon street sign, ready for a mission in the dark. a mission she’ll never forget.

you reminded peter b. parker of a pillow. comforting and something easy to rest his head on. you’d feel him doze off on your shoulder, maybe even your lap. small dribbles of drool would make you smile at just how easy it was to get him to sleep if you were in his reach. even your clothes reflected comfort, his hands gravitating towards you. he almost always kept you tucked to him like a carry on pillow. a pillow mayday seemed to enjoy too, as she’d crawl all over your shoulders, your secure hands making sure she didn’t fall. she may even think you bigger like a bed, as she’d jump excitedly in your arms. not to mention your soft skin, his fingers tracing over like a silk slip.

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#. ( spidey mark ) #this was just for fun #the miguel effect #the hobie effect #i love em #hobie brown x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #lyla x reader #pavitr x reader #gwen stacy x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales 42 x reader #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #lyla spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv #x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miles morales 42 #peter b x reader #peter b parker #miguel x reader #hobie x reader #miguel o’hara #hobie brown

[reneezsq]

haven

haven (noun.): a place of safety or refuge.

❛ !¡ pairing; neuvillette x gender neutral!reader.

❛ !¡ summary; through the hazy reminiscence of all that has been lost, the delicate affection consoled by the croon of the deceased one reappears, and it comes back like the billows swaying with the marine creatures.

❛ !¡ warnings; sagau, idk the genre tbh it’s sad but also cute at the end ?, not impostor!sagau but reader is not worldwide known as the creator.

❛ !¡ a/n; he smells like vanilla mixed with sea water, trust i’m hoyoverse.

He saw the coming and departing of many people. Immortal ones, who’s legacy has been lost with the time and that shall never come back. Mortal ones, who’s name has been passed down by their descendants, but the meaning has been lost through the myriad of different tales uttered in hopes of honoring them. Amongst them, he lost some people dear to his heart.

Many he does not even remember the color of their eyes, a laughter that he will never hear again, and that will be lost when the time will come to let them go of his mind. Some others have left a more prominent mark on his heart. His sorrows embraced by the waters themselves, and anyone that would dwell too deep would see just how much his only wish is to have one last word. For one, he never got to say goodbye, as she never really knew herself she would have done what has been done. She simply wished to appease the hearts. And for him, a companion that had stood by his and her side, a companion whose last question echo in his mind. He never really got an answer himself.

And with those, he can still feel the soft brushing of his hair. A hand soft and rough at the same time, laced with scars from the countless cuts that have been done to the world they had created, embedding it with love only to be destroyed little by little. He should have seen it coming — their departure, that is what he is talking about, — he should have prevented it. But how ?

How ? How could he have done such a thing when at the mere mention of their children dying at each other’s weapons, they shed tears. Painting those cheeks that tasted like summer with the pain of a parent. They were never really mad at anyone and anything, they had just lost the understanding and knowledge of what could be done by those they had created. They were a bit too candid on that field, believing that the golden age would remain as long as the grass was green, as long as the rivers were blue. It was all a lie, because even the gods of this world painted this beautiful dream with the red of their own veins.

And he was there. He cannot remember it all, if anything, the fact he is aware of the existence of such a moment is like having found a needle in a haystack. Because it is his past life that drowned in such warmth, not him. But he can still feel those moments, when the world hasn’t hurt them yet, when they were still his.

He found his own hair a nuisance at times, and every complaint on his end was shushed with a fugitive kiss that felt like the blooming of a flower in the heat of the spring. They would beckon him closer, and he would indulge this small trivial matter. A Sovereign and his Creator, basking in the golden hues of the dawn with the scent of rosemary and the fleeting protection of an everlasting love, like a flame that would never be extinguished. Even if a storm would have come, he knew back then that they would hold his hand and drown his worries in the deepest abyss he couldn’t even imagine.

And then, he would always feel it. Nails scratching his scalp with the tenderness of the moon kissing the sun. Those moments were as rare as an eclipse, they had duties and he did too, and when they found the time to love each other like they should, the next day would start, and with the fluttering of an eyelash, they would be gone with only a flower left for him to kiss. And they would come back when it wilted to love him a bit more, only to disappear another time, leaving him to love them a bit more as he waited. But, it was never the time to think of when they would leave, he preferred humming alongside them with the delusion that they would never abandon him.

He would always grumble when they teasingly stopped, letting him to plead for a bit more. And their arms would wrap around his neck, and he would grab their waist as he let his lips against this skin as soft and delicate as the clouds to convince them to show him again how much he meant in their eyes. And then, he would vibrate with sheer excitement and happiness at the pristine sound of their laughter. Like a siren trying to lure the captain in. Gladly, let him perish if he gets to hear that one more time.

During the days when they were a bit more weak, trembling hands attempting to braid his hair. They never admitted any weakness, but he could feel it all around him, and he could see it all around him. The birds were as quiet as a fish, as if daring to make them flared with a song too morose to make the atmosphere romancing enough. And when they would stop, to hug him and grab his hand tight, he knew that this crack on their skin was not an illusion. He had seen it in other immortal ones before they passed away, and he knew that it was hurting them. Even the almighty lacks the strength to duel the erosion. There was no point in fighting a lost fight.

Their last time, he knew it. He had guessed it was the last. Their eyes could not match the sun anymore, and it felt like the misery of the world was falling over him in an instant. Perhaps, he was the losing one from the start as he carried them all around Fontaine with the hopeless delusion that they would hold him a bit tighter, just this time. Strangle him to death, if they wish, he would indulge in any kind of destruction of himself if it meant they would remain in this world. Because Teyvat isn’t without the one that made it be. He isn’t without the one that loved him.

When they tightened their embrace, he felt no joy swirling in his heart. And his steps stopped dead as if he had become a tree whose roots were clinging to the ground deep below. It started raining. He never really felt the drops all over his skin and clothes, but he knows it by the last words they ever said to him.

“Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry.”

That day, a part of him died too. They were freezing when he carried them to the streams, wishing that at least they could depart somewhere only the two of them knew. In his own fantasies, they were sleeping just a bit more deeply than usual, and he abandoned his jacket by their side to warm them up a bit. The last flowers they had given him were fully dead now, and it was his turn to have them some flowers. That way, they will know he loved them with all he had.

“Monsieur, is it all alright with you ?” His eyes met those of a small Melusine, standing proudly in front of him in her little uniform. He nodded and she knew he was lying, he only walked away after caressing her head, and she was left staring at the soaked scenery outside of the windows of his office. If only she knew how to console him, she had tried it all and he never gave any good answer. All that calmed him was playing with his hair in a certain way. Her and her sisters had to play with his hair, scratching his scalp, then stop to have him teasingly tickle them to continue. It was specific, perhaps he had gotten this habit from somebody else ?

His steps brought him to the shore, watching in the distance a scenery impregnated in his mind for a bit too long. He watched the waves come and go here for about the entirety of his existence, and the little marine creatures living there were no strangers to his company. They knew how well he enjoyed watching them give him some small shells that he would give back like a small funny game.

But this is when he heard it, the faint sound of shoes hitting against the sand a bit far away from everyone and everything. His instincts made him follow the noise like it was pulling him in, and he saw in the distance a figure basking in all the glory of the rain coming from above. They did not seem to mind it and were collecting some things on the beach like a child being given the authorization to do so by their parents a bit too used to this love of the water and all that came with it.

And he stopped a few feet away from this stranger, their eyes met his, and he could recognize the sorrows and happiness and pain and love he knew all those years ago. And he could have sworn that he was not in a dream. He wished that he was not in a dream, that this was a reality that was his and that he had found the one that he had lost, the one that had been his, the one that was his and that would remain as such for some more years. And with no sound, they smiled up at him, and the sun basked them in all the glory that was theirs.

Is this the meaning of coming back home after the storm ?

TAGGING:: @amxto; @dxmoness

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[icanseethefuture333]

How Jupiter in the houses affects the physical appearance.

Jupiter in the 1st house: Similar to a Aries Jupiter, it creates a large head or prominent facial features. I noticed that most people with this placement have a bigger forehead. Their appearance can bring them their most success or fortune. They have a very marketable look.

Jupiter in the 2nd house: Could have an attractive neck. Their necks can be long and swanlike or thick with a prominent Adam's apple. Their voice can be attractive as well.

Jupiter in the 3rd house: Their voice is loud or can be heard from a mile away (Jim Carrey for example lol). Something could be unique about their handwriting. Their appearance can be a topic of discussion as well. People gossip about them or either talk about it out of admiration or jealousy. Halle Berry has a Libra Jupiter in the 3rd house. Her beauty is often praised and admired, she also has been quoted as the most referenced woman in hip hop music. "They go Halle Berry... or Hallelujah." - Kendrick Lamar.

Jupiter in the 4th house: Literally the embodiment of the saying "I got it from my mama!" Their body shape runs in their genetics, could be passed down from a family member, or their features is common amongst the women in their household. May also look like their mother. Their appearance is very feminine. Siren eyes. Big boobs. Even if they identify as a man, their bodies could be more soft, plump, or possibly short in stature. Timothée Chamolet has this placement and I always thought of him as the "pretty boy" type 🌸 A lot of women with this placement radiate milf vibes as well.

Jupiter in the 5th house: These people can be baby faced or look younger for their age. Their body could be like a child's (Lily Rose Depp has this placement and she is very petite with a cherub-like face). They are also very fertile. I feel they mature into their bodies once they have children. Their body will change and gain weight (dad bod incoming!). During pregnancy, they could also look very beautiful and radiant (Jhené Aiko & Grimes)

Jupiter in the 6th house: To remain their shape they have to exercise and have a diet. When they work out their muscles are nice and toned (Cameron Diaz). Out of all the placements, they are the ones who are most likely to be successful when it comes to having fitness goals. Without exercise, their weight fluctuates a lot (Mariah Carey & Leonardo Dicaprio). They overall have good physical health (as long as they take care of themselves!). If they drink too much alcohol it can make their faces very puffy.

Jupiter in the 7th house: This is the person everyone has crush on. Their appearance can fit the beauty standard in some way or a lot of people find them attractive. Harmonious, balanced, or symmetrical features. They could benefit from pretty privilege without even realizing it. All they have to do is bat their eyelashes and everyone would fold immediately lol.

Jupiter in the 8th house: These people could like always be in their birthday suit??? If they are a actor or p*rnstar, they could be famous for their sex scenes or for being naked. Some could potentially have their nudes leaked or be exposed somehow. Their appearance could be brought up in taboo topics. People could sexually fantasize about them. Their beauty can linger in their sex partners mind. They could have a nice 🍆/🍑. Their body language could be very sensual or they know how to use their body for seduction. They exude sex appeal and mystery. Could be very talented when it comes to dancing. Janet Jackson has a Cancer Jupiter in the 8th house and she is one of the biggest sex symbols in America. She has a very dreamy yet alluring presence about her.

Jupiter in the 9th house: These people could look very otherworldly, unique, or ethereal (Diana Ross, Mitski, & Emmanuelle Béart). They may also seem racially ambigous (Keanu Reeves & Vin Diesel). If they were to travel to a foriegn county, people would consider their beauty as very "exotic", and could gain popularity from that (Giselle Bundchen). Their appearance could be internationally well known or admired (Taeyong from NCT has this placement and he is literally popular everywhere 😂 He is also famous for visually looking like a 3D anime/video game character!). On the downside, these people could also go viral for their cultural insensitivity (Gwen Stefani, Rosaliá, Kendall Jenner 💀💀💀). They tend to make choices with their appearance that is either highly questionable or iconic (whether in fashion, skin, hair, makeup, etc.) Ariana Grande has this placement and one of her biggest controversies is how her appearance has drastically changed over the years. It's like so many of these people with this placement do cultural appropriation or get in involved with some racist scandal.

Jupiter in the 10th house: These people tend to look like their father or the men in their family. May even have their mannerisms. People could see them and go "Oh you're *insert dad's name here*'s kid? Its on the house!". If people recognize them, they could receive privileges through their dad. Their appearance could create long term financial wealth and success (Bob Marley has this placement and still to this day the people in his family are making music. Most of them also look and sound similar to him 👀) . Their faces could go down in history. They will be remembered as someone who is a very important figure (Picasso) or for being very beautiful (Angelina Jolie, Adriana Lima, Kim Kardashian, Nicki Minaj, Lady Gaga, Nicole Kidman, Drew Barrymore, Selena Quintanilla, & Chris Evans all have this placement and they are like some of the biggest superstars). These people radiate regal energy and their aura reminds me of kings/queens. Their appearance is honestly unforgettable.

Jupiter in the 11th house: These are the people who become big on social media or in advertisement. Their appearance could be great visually for commercials or editorial shoots. People could make them their icons (Madison Beer) or wallpapers. Whatever that has to do with technology, they're involved lol. If they are self conscious about their appearance, they could photoshop their pictures. They could appear differently than how they do on social media (either will seem more beautiful in person or could look unattractive, depending on how their Jupiter is aspected). Their beauty could set trends for the future or they are just ahead of their time with their fashion choices. They may be considered "the blueprint" by many if they are popular (Kanye West has this placement and he played a big part in the Kar-Jenner's family style and in the fashion industry in general). They have features that stand out from others (Frida Kahlo). Zendaya has this placement and she has one of the most followers on Instagram, also a lot of her posts have gone viral. I mostly think of influencer and beauty gurus for them.

Jupiter in the 12th house: These people have a very a peaceful, comforting, or healing presence. Something about them is almost angelic. People might compare their beauty to a god/goddess or some sort of holy figure. They can cause people a spiritual awakening or something about the way they look affects their conscious? For example, you ever meet someone who is so just beautiful or nice and then never see them again? They're like that. "Who is sheeee, a misty memoryyyy". People could project their fantasies onto them or make assumptions by their appearance. They could be considered an it girl/it boy. There is a shyness and sweetness to them that makes them come off as humble, so people are drawn to that. People don't really know them because of that so that also is what makes them so intriguing and interesting. A lot of people will have crushes on them. These people could portray any image they want and people would still admire them (Justin Bieber, Beyoncé, The Weeknd, Margot Robbie, and Usher all have this placement). They are very elusive and can play around with their looks. Which is why I also believe some people are scared of them, their beauty is multilayered, deep, and intense that people will never know what they're truly dealing with. People could also have dreams about them.

#astrology observations #astro observations #astro notes #astrology notes #astrology #Jupiter #Jupiter signs #jupiter in the houses

[klaunee]

Edit 2/12/2024: I wanted to add a disclaimer to my redesigns! I really appreciate all of the likes and comments that these have garnered, but I just want to add that these aren't intended to be "improvements" or "fixes" of the original designs in any way and were done as a character design exercise for my own entertainment. Looking back on them there's a lot I'd like to change about them and I'd never claim to be anything more than an amateur/hobbyist character designer messing around with these character concepts. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tentative Beelzebub redesign for fun. Not 100% on it, but wanted to give my attempt at it! Explanation below.

(warning for images of real insects!)

Instead of the party girl angle of the canon design I wanted my interpretation of Beelzebub to be a sophisticated captain of industry for her Beelzejuice operation who also happens to be an impeccable hostess, hence her parties. She was based on several different insects:

Honeypot Ant - I'm not the first to take inspiration from a honeypot ant for a Beelzebub redesign, but it just fits so perfectly as a compromise for the canon design's lava lamp abdomen. It's obscured by her wings, but she has a transparent abdomen full of syrup.

Flea - Since she reigns over the Hellhounds, I thought this would be an appropriate inspiration given her semi-parasitic relationship with her subjects.

Fly - Because Beelzebub is known as "Lord of the Flies", this was a given, and the primary inspiration for the design.

Bee Fly - However, I based her on a bee fly as well as a sort of compromise between the canon version's bee theme.

The one thing that confuses me most about Beelzebub's canon design is her honey... syrup? I'm calling it syrup. Her syrup "hair". It really threw me off at first and it just doesn't make much sense to me. I wanted to reinterpret it as a boa to give her a glamorous look and emulate the fluffy necks of bee flies. The inspiration for this fabulous look was also the character Queen Camilla from that one Rudolph movie.

My Beelzebub has a similar personality as Queen Camilla, being a very warm, motherly woman who wants nothing more than to sate the gluttonous desires of her subjects. She inevitably takes this too far, however, and I would depict her as more of an antagonistic figure than the show did. Ideally Loona would be crashing her party, ingratiating herself to the Hellhounds and provoking Beelzebub's anger.

Speaking of anger, Beelzebub's syrup boa is prehensile, seeing as she's able to manipulate her syrup in the show. This factors into her full demon form, which would see her morphing her syrup into a more intimidating shape, such as four massive arms:

This is just one (very rough and not ideal) concept for what her full demon form could look like to illustrate the idea. Outside of this form, she's actually very small, the smallest of the Seven Deadly Sins and significantly smaller than her Hellhound subjects.

Her hair is a pair of double beehives for the pun, and because the shape looks like both a giant heart and a fly's head + eyes. Her design contains several heart shapes because I think it's cute and to go along with the canon design's focus on being - literally - sweet. Her eyes are meant to look like both inverted crosses and a fly's segmented eyes, and her eyelashes are her antennae.

The fact that she has four pairs of wings (which are arranged to look like a royal cape) and the heart symbol on her main pair is a reference to the Dictionnaire Infernal's depiction of Beelzebub.

Her prominent lips are based on a fly's proboscis, and a running gag in the show could involve her mouth actually drooping like a fly's does in moments of shock.

I tried to give her a more matronly look than the canon version for some diversity in ages depicted on the show, even though she's an immortal being. She would not be dating Tex in this version.

#helluva boss #helluva boss redesign #helluva boss beelzebub #beelzebub helluva boss #insect #insect tw #insect cw #beelzebub #character design #no hate i just wanted to give it a try #hellaverse

[medusa12346]

Astrology observations: Looks

(This post can be applied to any placement of yours, not only rising. It is possible that it will apply more with rising and inner planets.

💅🏻Fixed risings want to be looking mature/look mature, as they're EARTH signs, they want to look grounded, mature and dependable. 💅🏻Pisces are familiar-I feel like because they're the oldest sign or the end, they look familiar to zodiacs.

💅🏻Capricorn placements have a thing with noses, something stands out about them, some examples of them are Rebal D (iykyk, btw it's not bad-i just meant he has a unique one) and Taehyung from BTS.

💅Leo ascendants are literally so confident, I think that's what makes them so pretty but also their features, literally gods and goddesses. Their hair is great, yes but people don't talk about their posture? Like their body or posture is so graceful.

💅🏻Taurus risings seem to get glasses at a young age? I've met quite a few.

💅🏻Earth risings have plump lips! Like they're so beautiful and pretty, I think they love them too and are very invested in them.

💅🏻Not only Scorpio but Aries have also gone through an emo phase

💅🏻Leo risings have SHORT noses, not about the bridge but they have very short noses

💅🏻Hard jaws: Virgo, Cap, Taurus, Aries, Scorpio, Aquarius, Sagittarius

💅🏻Soft jaw: Libra, Pisces, Gemini, Cancer, Leo

💅🏻!I've said this before! But, fixed risings seem to vary so much in styles which is ironic.

💅🏻I've noticed that Sag's are tall, but they have their growth spurt later than other people like they can lag behind a bit during their younger teen phase

💅🏻For Aquarius, they can look a bit uninviting when met for first time but like if you see them after a few months you'll just be so encaptured-

💅🏻For Gemini, they look sooooo sneaky istg like they're about to burn your house down.

💅🏻When older, Capricorn placements love to have beards if possible. They like to look older than they are LMAO

💅🏻Earth and water risings tend to be short while Air and Fire just-SO TALL?

💅🏻Pisces and libra are so obsessed with their eyelashes? Not only their eyes but their eyelashes are so pretty and long too, and they absolutely adore that!

💅🏻Curly hair or wavy hair is very prominent in Aquarius!

💅🏻If you have sun/leo influence you might be born with hair already!

💅🏻Taurus's usually end up being plump and cute and hourglass!

💅🏻THIS IS PROOF all of my taurus friends (any major placements) have wide shoulders

💅🏻Pisces + cancer, libra, aries, 5h can get feet injuries if not careful!

💅🏻Major Capricorn+ Cancer+Libra influence in a person=Anime man vibes

💅🏻Major Cancer+Pisces+Libra=Anime woman vibes

💅🏻Virgo's ARE petite!

💅🏻Cancers, 4th house, Leo, 5th house, Aries influences can mean baby fat lasts for a while! You all are cute.

💅🏻Aquarius influence seem to have short, pointy noses!

💅🏻My leo rising friend loves taking sunkissed photos. Is that common?

💅🏻As a taurus rising I think we have big, rounded yet winged eyes.

↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞Some celebrity notes

💅🏻yall have you seen selena gomez? HER FACE IS SO SOFT AND SHES A CANCER OMG

💅🏻Britney Spears looks exactly as i'd imagine a Scorpio or Aries to be like.

💅🏻Its not even questionable how Bella hadid is a libra rising, nor beyonce being leo.

💅🏻Bro Timothee Chalamet looks so much like a capricorn-Scorpio duo.

✰This is an old post, from an old account. It is mine.

Copyrighted to @amoretarot

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[tired-biscuit]

18+ mdni, fem!reader

thinking about flustered bakugou shoving his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet during a quicky at his house.

his mom being the strict parent that she is, is also most definitely a force of nature not to be reckoned with; and can thus be quite terrifying if provoked.

so it makes sense why katsuki, ever the momma's boy with a cleverly hidden urge to appease, is sort of nervous and hesitant when you begin to coax and insist that he fuck you in his childhood bedroom well before the sun even starts to set behind the horizon, and you start to stroke his thigh in return.

up and down, up and down, up and down.

what movie were you watching again?

he isn't able to contentrate anymore. your hand is skilful, eager to please. katsuki's eyes flicker across the room as he swallows the saliva that's gathered inside his mouth. it makes his adam's apple bob. makes the column in his neck turn even more prominent than it already is.

goddammit, he's twenty-two - a grown man, but there's something about this happening here, in the house he's grown up and spent his youth in, that makes his heartbeat accelerate nevertheless, and his nerves feel on edge.

i mean, what if someone walks in? catches you mid-act? the door is closed shut, sure, however he's not just nervous anymore as the tips of your fingers touch and playfully tug at the strings of his sweatpants. no, he's visibly scared, too.

leaning in to kiss his neck, you can hardly believe it. your big, strong, stubborn as an ox boyfriend is scared - of his own mother, at that. you doubt denki would believe you if you told him.

but thankfully, luck is on your side, because even the fear of mitsuki's strict hand is not quite enough for her son to resist sweet temptation that only you - his cutesy little girlfriend, can provide. after all, katsuki's jaw may be clenched tight, and his brow does furrow deeply the moment you bat your eyelashes up at him as a form of pathetic persuasion, but he still gives in rather easily to your advances. gives in as if he's a mere plaything in your hands.

and that's because he is. he's exactly that.

so golden sun-rays still continue to seep through the window by the time your skirt is hiked up with a fed up grunt, and your panties are swiftly pulled to the side with the help of two thick, now uncharacteristically fidgety fingers. you're both completely dressed; he's tugged at the waistband of his joggers just enough to free himself, spat on his hand to quickly lube himself up, and exposed you just barely enough to be able to stuff his cock into your tight, unstimulated cunt.

no foreplay. immediately, your lips form that tiny 'o' that drives him wild when he eases himself into you and that first burn that accompanies the initial stretch hits your senses; the one that drives him absolutely feral. katsuki watches, baffled and amazed by your reaction. it's an agony of the most delightful kind - taking him in completely unprepared and raw, he knows.

but you're willing to take it, willing to take him. always and forever.

and as minutes pass, katsuki spends them all by fucking you stupid just like you wanted him to, and by straining his ears for every sound that exact fucking may invoke. his bed is old and creaky, after all. it's a risk he's not willing to take - not when he already has to worry about you gasping with need and whimpering a series of pathetic, "harder, harder...! go h-harder, ki."

and speaking of your whimpering: it's all too loud for his liking, too obvious to what he's doing to you. you sound like a little whore, despite feigning a saint in front of his parents a mere hour ago.

so he moves you to the floor instead.

"put your legs on my shoulders. yeah, there we go... that's my good fuckin' girl." the moment his hips slam back into you and he hits a deeper angle, your eyes roll back and your head tips back against the warm floorboards. your nails sink into his biceps at the sudden pressure and overcapacity; nails clawing at the sleeves of his crisp white t-shirt. you're going to lose it, it hurts, but it hurts so good.

"kat-" the moan that bubbles up your throat and stops you from pronouncing his name fully is ungodly. so very slutty. you can't possibly stop yourself from letting it out.

but he can. two digits, the same as the ones that had previously tugged your cutesy underwear to the side, now bump against your teeth before they rest on the top of your tongue. they fill your mouth instantly, effectively silencing you for the time being.

when you try to moan again, he shoves them in even deeper. right to the knuckle.

"are you insane?!" he hisses. "my mom's gonna fuckin' kill me if you won't stay quiet... please, baby. stay quiet." katsuki's eyes are wide open as he blabbers the words hurriedly, pupils dilating. you can see the anxiety in his dark red irises despite his gruff, albeit soothing voice.

it makes you blink. the arrogance you're so used to seeing in him is completely gone now. he draws back and pushes his entire length into you slowly, lazily; not nearly as hard as when you're alone, devouring each other in the safety of his apartment. not nearly as rough.

still, the sound of wetness resonates throughout the sunny room when he quickens his pace. he's covered in orange sunlight; it makes his skin glow and his hair turn golden. even the blush that's coating his entire face is nearly violent in colour because of it.

he breathes hard and quick as you take a couple of seconds to just stare at him in awe. he can't hide it, your adoring gaze makes his cock twitch and grow even bigger inside of you in the same manner as his ego does; makes his shoulders rise and fall in an uneven rhythm.

how delightful, you've got your smartass boyfriend losing his breath just because of how pretty you look: splayed wide open on the floor of his childhood bedroom.

and speaking of his shoulders, you swear that you can see them come to a halt the moment you begin to suck on his fingers.

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[candywife333]

There is Never A Right Time

Summary:

Jungkook hadn’t thought about the woman he had left for a long time. He had gotten secretly married to her, his judgement clouded under the influence of alcohol,  and all it took was a shadow of distrust to make him abandon her. If the world questioned the sanctity of her character, then the world had to be right. Right? He hoped he was right at least. Because if he wasn’t , he had lost the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life. As he continued to work as a top idol, artist, and entrepreneur time went by. He had other women but they never lasted long in his life. When he attended an award show with the rest of the members, he saw a girl there. Another artist. Definitely someone he knew he had never seen or heard of before. Who was she? Something about her was familiar. Maybe her eyes. And then it struck him, making him go as cold as a corpse. He had seen those same eyes somewhere else alright, in the mirror when he looked at his own reflection every morning.

DISCLAIMER: The character written in this fan fiction does not represent the real Jungkook’s personality or behavior. All of this is fiction. 

WARNING: Fic mentions noncon/rape (does not describe it explicitly in this part), please don’t read if this is a trigger. 

This series is slated to be a trilogy. Here is PART ONE, hope you guys enjoy. Also, I will be creating a permanent tag-list for all my chubby reader fics, please let me know in comments whoever would like to be a part of that. 

  PART 1

The lady stood in front of him and the other members. She exuded a powerful aura, regal and dignified. These qualities were rather an unusual combination for idols, especially Korean idols so he was a little starstruck. Something that was rather unusual for any member of BTS to feel. She couldn't have been more than 18 years old though based on her appearance. The girl must be mixed race because she had very unconventional features for an idol. She had dark thick curly black hair that trailed to her hips and her skin reminded him of strongly brewed milk tea. The even more startling features were her plush lips, a prominent straight nose graced by a diamond stud, and double lidded eyes fringed with what seemed to be thick eyelashes.

She was sporting an unusual outfit as well; a customized skirt and bra set that he only saw gypsies and belly dancers wear. A gold belt adorned her waist sitting lower on her hips with a diamond belly piercing highlighting her lithe , toned figure. He couldn't stop looking at her because strangely enough something about her was familiar.

He made eye contact with her accidentally and what he saw made his heart palpate against his chest. He had seen those same eyes every day of his life in his mirror. Her doe eyes were too similar to his own. They say that eyes are a mirror to the soul, but her eyes were a mirror to his own.

Who was she? He felt a stir of panic as their eyes met and she bowed down low. She was of average height, but her presence seemed to envelope the room since other well known artists,  idols, and staff greeted her politely. The stage director came near her bowing. To Jungkook’s surprise , she spoke in fluent Korean though she seemed to be a foreign artist.

The stage director and the girl were a few feet away from BTS when the stage director exclaimed , “How is your mother doing Cha-ya? She must be worried since you have only promoted up til now in the US, Thailand, and India. Are you having a comfortable time adjusting over here?”

The girl’s eyes lit up in glee as she responded with a little chuckle, “It has for sure been a different experience than the U.S. and India for sure. The stage is so organized and everything is so close by for promotions. I am enjoying it to the max. Mom told me to eat well and sleep 8 hours a day. You know how doctors are like. She’s constantly checking in on me to see if I am stressed out. Saiyan and Arang are also being such worrywarts since this is the first time I’ve been here.”

The stage director continued in mild surprise, “Are they your brothers? I thought you were an only child ?”

She guffawed in a cacophonous fashion which made several idols and artists look her way, in awe and confusion. Jungkook thought that she was a rather different type of artist. Very uninhibited by social norms. Clearly she had not been brought up in Korea.

“Director, we are actually triplets but both of them were born a few minutes ahead of me so they insist that they are my older brothers. We are very tight knit and they will be coming to visit soon. Saiyan is a pretty popular model right now and so he will be finishing his Engineering degree at Washington State and rush over here for Seoul fashion week. Arang on the other hand finished his MBA/Medicine dual degree, so he will be managing a chain of Health and Wellness Resorts over here. “

The director’s jaw slid open in an exclamation. He sputtered in disbelief, “ How are all of your siblings so well studied and managing jobs like that? You must be the only sibling purely in entertainment.” The girl deliberated for a second before responding, “Mom made sure we all had solid educations before pursuing these types of careers. She is always skeptical of fame, and she brought us up to be extremely disciplined, stable, and loyal individuals. I am actually finished with my course in Law (focus in international law) ,but currently all that is stalled for the time being because of my activities in entertainment.”

As Jungkook was hearing this conversation along with the other artists in the room who were curiously eavesdropping as well, the Director continued in awe, “Your mother seems to be an extremely strong lady. I knew she was a doctor  who seemed extremely rich and well off, but she must literally be a goddess to give birth to such high achieving kids. What about your father, what does he do?”

Cha-ya scoffed with a quizzical, somewhat bitter look, “He actually left her before we were even born. We found out who he was when we all finished college. Our mother made sure our upbringing was never lacking. We saw him a lot on the Korean and world news growing up but never knew that he was our dad. You know,  he is someone whose popularity never fades strangely enough. He sold his soul for fame, so it is to be expected perhaps.” The director looked so intrigued and invested as he prodded for more info, “ Who is he? Definitely we would know who he is? Is he a singer, actor, businessman in the industry over here?”

Cha-ya’s entire expression became rigid and mask-like as she replied in what seemed to be a disinterested tone, “ We do not consider him our dad, so neither my brothers, nor I would like to claim him. He was a sperm donor. That is the long and short of it. Who he is, is as irrelevant as what today’s weather forecast is. He betrayed my mother and trusted the world over her. She went through so much pain just to be by his side. And when she thought the pain would end, he left her. I have to be on stage, so if you will excuse me now Sir.”

She side stepped the director and went closer to the entrance of the main stage. Jungkook could feel the bile and vomit rising to his mouth. She had been pregnant when he had left her? He had three kids, that he never knew anything about? This grown beautiful artist was his daughter?And he had two more accomplished sons?  His parents had grandkids? And how the hell did she brith triplets?!! Wouldn’t her vagina tear ??????!!!

His world was crashing down on him as the rest of BTS stared at him with stark grief painted across their faces. They all remembered her name, it was unforgettable.

Before he could process anything, he heard the booming noise starting up on the stage. Wait, wait up a minute! This track was the most popular pop/ rock release of the year all over the US. He saw his daughter he never knew he had on stage in an elaborate headdress dancing with precision and fluidity on stage. She had no backing track, the other idols could tell. This was live. Only one artist sang with no backing track in all her performances this year in the US. She was on MTV and all other award shows, becoming sensational, l hitting all headlines for singing with no backing track usually acapella . Shadow, that was her romanized name, but in all Asian countries she went by Nee-Da.

She had risen to the top for the past 3 years for her herculanean work ethic , creative marketing/business acumen. She was known for her cutthroat ruthlessness in the music industry, mostly aided by the fact that her mother was known to own and manage the world’s most innovative new security system, Poison. He did not know what to be more shocked about at this point? How could he not have recognized her? Seeing her in real life was different from seeing her on stage with all the makeup and ornamentation on.

She was the pop-star of the era, a business mogul with a net worth of close to 300 million dollars at such a young age due to her clothing and makeup line. She was his daughter. How could this even be possible? Jungkook could feel his identity crisis coming. How did he birth the most iconic popstar of this generation, who as of now hated his guts? What scared him even more was the realization of who her mother was.

The lady he had left, the woman he could never forget even in his dreams was her mother. And her mother owned the world’s scariest personal security company, Poison. The company had revolutionized personal security by founding a bracelet and many other gadgets that created magnetic repellant force fields around individuals. It was notorious for being marketed only towards woman and could only be activated when the device recognized the XX chromosome, so the device would never protect men.

Basically, women all around the world who had these devices now had a programmable magnetic forcefield around them which shielded them from the outside world. Firearms, Tasers, and aggressors were all repelled by this technology. Women could safely walk out in the middle of the night as long as they had a device, which was continuously made affordable at its very inception by the reclusive owner of the company.

With this  technology ,the owner instantly became the most powerful business woman, icon, feminist, that the world knew. That is in fact all the world knew. That she was a woman. But nobody knew anything else about her, she was an elusive person who didn't show up to most media events. Her personal motto was that the products advocated for themselves. Her financial officers and other company higher ups showed up in the media, but she never did. Most people in the world didn't even know how this woman looked like, because of how reclusive she was.

All people knew was that she was Cha-ya’s mother and that she had two other kids.

What Jungkook got to know that made him almost go into a stroke was the sheer fact that Cha-ya’s mom was his Y/N. The one whose heart he had broken years ago.

Y/N was a billionaire of gargantuan proportions, a net worth that made his look like chump change.  His daughter was the iconic popstar of the century, someone whose craze and popularity surpassed his own in his heyday. Which meant that his son Saiyan was the new model who had just walk in Paris Fashion Week as the face of Armani. The same one that Jimin’s daughter had raved about the other day. Which meant that his son Arang became the CEO of the exclusive wellness resort, Ellysium , a resort only catered to the richest of the richest. All this calculations overwhelmed Jungkook to the point that there was only one reasonable outcome. He fainted.

He woke up to the sound of his members whispering in anxious voices to one another. “Do you think he can handle this right now?” Jin asked Namjoon. “I have no clue bro, I mean he hasn't seen her in years and the last time he saw her, he treated her so badly that even I felt ridiculously hurt for her” Namjoon sighed in a rather morose tone of voice. Hoseok scoffed as he seethed,  “Do you think she will even acknowledge him after all he had done to her? Jungkook left her to face a whole media circus alone while he impregnated her when he was inebriated, mind you. Then, to top it all of with a cherry he not only remembered nothing of the process, but she found him shagging a whole different girl the next day. Do you think that you would forgive actions as heinous as those”?

Jungkook felt dizzy as he struggled to sit up on the sofa. Jimin rushed to him with a frown on his face and worry painting his eyes, “You doing okay Kookie? Are you alright staying here for the rest of the award show, or do you want to head back home?” Still dazed from his fall, Jungkook responded pensively, “No it’s alright. I just need to catch my bearings and I can be there for the rest of the show”. Before the rest of the members could stop him Yoongi spit out bitterly, “You say you are okay attending the show. But are you sure you really want to? Cha-ya’s mother will be in attendance, flying out to see her babygirl win an award. You sure you can handle that Jungkook”?

Jungkook felt his heart racing, panic overtaking his mind. How could he face her? He had wronged her in so many ways? How could he show his miserable face to her after the way he had ruined her life? Y/n was never even his girlfriend or fiancé at the time. But, he had compromised her in the worst way possible and then had not even remembered his mistake the day after. She had paid for his mistakes by bearing children and caring for them when he had not even known they existed. Even if he had known , it was questionable whether he could've done anything signifiant. He had been embroiled in multiple scandals and caught in alcohol addiction during that phase of his life. He was living wild and no way would he have been a sober, or healthy father to his kids.

With the help of a few assistants , the group slowly trudged towards the celebrity seating quadrant of the award show venue. Cha-ya was up on the stage receiving the award for Most Streamed Artist from the hands of a veteran Korean actress. As Jungkook watched his daughter---as strange as it felt to say those words, receive the award with a blinding smile on her face, he felt his chest hurt. What type of crime had he committed in his previous life that he didn't even get to see his girl grow up? She was beautiful, sharing so many of his features, his bulbous nose, doe-like eyes, and rounded face.

She resembled him more than she resembled her mother. And before anyone could even expect it Cha-ya spoke into the microphone, “I thank everyone at VEX entertainment for helping me get to where I am today. I would also like to thank my staff and all the people behind the scenes who have pushed me to this position. I hope to make all of you proud. None of this would be possible without all of you”. She took in a deep breath as she announced, “But, most importantly I have to thank my mother. She brought me up to be the strong woman that I am today. She worked so hard to give us everything and never left us lacking. We never felt the absence of a father because she is both to me and to my brothers. I would like to call her up on stage, so I can dedicate this award to her. Please mom, come up on stage”.

Everything was moving too fast around Jungkook as he breathed in shallow pants. He felt like he was breathing too fast and his brain was not functioning. He felt paralyzed. Stuck. But he couldn't even catch his breath when he saw the mother of his children sweep into the area where he and the members sat. He could barely recognize the bold woman he was looking at. She looked lethal, powerful, untouchable ---the direct opposite of what she had been, a warm approachable girl.

She was draped in a blood red shimmering sari crafted with gold thread, an ensemble exposing a massive fire breathing dragon tattoo overarching the entirety of what seemed to be her left hip barely reaching to her belly button . The dress was close to backless with just a red resolute thread holding the top sleeveless jacket in place. You could tell she worked out, but she had all the feminine curves befitting a woman, a rounded stomach hidden by the shadow of the sari covering her modestly. Her face was covered with black sunglasses and she adorned her wrists with plain gold bangles, her neck laced with a simple gold chain.

She walked onto the steps leading to the stage in blood red heels as the entire celebrity section of the audience got a view of her back and tattoo. The lady was arresting to look at--all the way down from her aura to her body to her attire.

Y/N walked up to her daughter with arms opened, hugging the girl on stage with all the warmth that you would expect a mother to have for her child. A smile as radiant as a sunrise obliterated Y/N’s face as she spoke into the mike, “I am so proud to be here today to see my baby girl receive this award. She has worked so hard and all her efforts have come to fruition today. Thank you for allowing me to be on stage to celebrate this award with her”.

Both mother and daughter walked off the stage hand in hand as one of the MC’s for the award show started to walk up the stage. Collective gasps rang through the aisles as people saw who the next MC was. It was Saiyan. He had donned a simple Black Armani suit which highlighted just how devastating he looked. He took after Y/N more as he had slightly more defined cheekbones and huge eyes fringed with thick dark lashes to make any woman envious. He hulked onto stage, towering over his mom and sister at a height of 6′3. He laughed and hugged both of them, kissing his mom on the forehead,  and strolled to the mike to present the next award.

Jungkook’s eyes felt like they were about to pop out his head and his head was about to fall off his body. All three of them were on stage looking like such a happy family, radiant and warm. He could tell how much love his kids had for their mother . Y/N kissed Saiyan back on his cheek and walked off stage with Cha-ya in hand, giggling with her. These were all the people who he should've had in his life for years, held closest to his heart, but his poorly made decisions or lack thereof had distanced him from his own flesh and blood. 

Blinded by agitation and grief, Jungkook rushed out of the aisles, surprising his members as he absconded backstage to catch hold of Y/N and Cha-ya. But they weren’t alone. Cha-ya and Y/N were inundated by so many stage staff and artists who wanted to welcome them. His gut clenched as he saw all the men eyeing Y/N like she was the tastiest meal they had seen in centuries. He heard Y/N respond graciously to one staff member, “Oh, thank you for loving my outfit. It was designed by an upcoming Thai/Indian designer. She really went over the top with the gold motifs.” 

Jungkook couldn't stop himself as he pushed people, shoving past them trying to get to Y/N and his daughter. Staff around him were startled as they saw him wading through the crowd to the center of the room, whispering in shock at his pushy nature. As soon as he got in front of them, he was finally able to process the magnitude of Y/N’s beauty. Y/N was shocked for a mere a second at his sudden appearance and to his great surprise, kissed Cha ya on the cheek walking away from him as she told her, “Baby, mommy will be in your changing room. I have to take care of something”. Cha ya nodded at her mother, her eyes glazing over with a coat of suspicion and bitterness. She bowed stiffly towards Jungkook , “Sunbae, nice to meet you. It is an honor to meet you”. Her eyes took up a hard glint as she saw the rest of BTS filter into the room. She faced them and bowed to all of them, speaking in a lackadaisical tone “It is an honor to meet all of you. I have grown up watching all of you”. Her face did not show interest in engaging with them and she looked at them with a rather disinterested attitude. 

“Well I should get going. My mother is waiting for me”, she said as she glided seamlessly out of the room towards her dressing room. 

Jungkook felt tears well up in his eyes and anxiety stain his mind as he could see how cold his daughter was being towards him, as though he were a stranger. She had greeted him as though he was just any person on the street, as though they didn't share blood. As though he meant nothing to her. Jimin and Namjoon closed in around him, steering him towards a secluded corner of the room as he started sobbing miserably as though he were not able to breath. His eyes were red, tears flowing down his eyes, wetting his cheeks as he understood the gravity of what sin he had truly committed. 

He wiped frantically at his eyes, pushing away from his members as he ran towards Chaya’s changing room. He heard Yoongi scream beyond him, “Jungkook you better get back here! Don’t do this Jungkook, You need to calm down!!” Jungkook could not be reasoned with as he darted towards the room that a surprised staff had pointed at. He arrived in front of the door, barely catching his breath as he knocked in a hurried manner, desperate to speak with the most important people in his life that he had alienated. 

Chaya opened the door in a pink satin robe, leaning against the door with a sigh, “I knew you wouldn't be patient. I told mom it was a bad idea for her to fly out. She did anyway knowing that she would have to contend with you.” She sneered as she bit out in a crisp manner, “Well, why don’t you come in Jungkook -sshi? Or will you stay outside and make a circus of our reputation? Funny how you are obsessed with keeping yours, but have no problem blemishing others. You couldn't stay away, could you? You managed to for so many years, but now you fail at what you claim to be best at. Not caring. How juvenile”. She snarked all this at him vindictively as she simultaneously opened the door, gesturing for him to come into the room. 

The rest of the members stood outside as she sardonically queried, “Well, would you all grant us some privacy? I am sure we will have Jungkook-ssi out of the room soon enough. It shouldn't be a very long conservation. There isn't much to say anyway.” Yoongi’s eye twitched as he glared in silence at the rude girl who was literally the unexpected niece of all of the members. 

She closed the door on their faces.

Inside the room, Y/N sat on the couch surveying Jungkook’s appearance with mild interest. “Why are you here Jungkook? Do you need to say something?”, she calmly asked.  Y/N’s mind whirled in turmoil even as she looked calm on the outside. Why was he in front of them all these years when he himself had shunned her at her weakest moment? Jungkook was hyperventilating as he asked in a cracked voice, “I am not going to ask you the Stu-pid question of whether these kids are mine or not. Because I know that they are all the same age and I can see it in their faces and their mannerisms. They are mine”. He took a deep breath as he felt the panic overtake him, “But why did you never tell me about them? Why did you take me away from their lives. You know how much my mother and father wanted grandkids. Out of everybody in the world, you knew it the best. Why did you deprive me and my parents of them?” 

In an infuriatingly placating tone, Y/N responded without a hitch in her voice, “Don’t you remember? You didn’t want anything to do with me because I had apparently betrayed our friendship by being a characterless bitch and luring you into fucking me when you were drunk. Can you not make a quick trip down memory lane? Or has it been too long for you to remember the lurid media details that tore me apart? You may have forgotten but I never will”. 

She took a sip of tea as she tapped her nails on her lap, “You wouldn't hear me out when I told you that we had both accidentally gotten married when were drunk. Even though I knew that you never wanted anything to do with me romantically, you still initiated intercourse even as I clearly told you no. I begged you to let go of me. But in your blind livid anger of finding the marriage certificate lying on the couch later that night, you didn't do what most men do. You didn't do the practical thing, which is to rage and get over it. You didn’t tear the certificate and put an end to it there. You decided that I deserved to pay, and you fucked me even as I begged you to not ruin me. But, then again,  why are you asking me all the gruesome details, when you were the perpetrator?”

As Jungkook clutched his head, bending it down in dismay and shame, she quietly drawled, “We could've simply dissolved the marriage. It was not done seriously. It was done in a compulsion, as both of us were under the influence. Influence that you forced down my throat if we are being truly accurate. But, why did you have to ruin my life even when you were in a sober state? What excuse do you have for that? Other than your ridiculously misplaced anger? So you forced me when you were sober, making me pay in the most pitiful manner.”

 She laughed bitterly, eyes bereft of emotion, retreating behind a mask of forced complacency , “You knew, out of everyone else, since you were my friend at the time, that I had never even done it before. But you still treated me more pathetically than a piece of trash on the sidewalk. You degraded me as you violated me, taunting me with the most hurtful epithets known to man. You stripped me of my dignity. Don’t you remember jungkook? Don’t you remember any of it ? If you do, why are you forcing me to re-live it? I had kids, and I moved on from that pathetic, trusting, giving version of myself. You taught me that I must always pay the price for being kind. I will never forget it”. 

The torture was too much to bear. Jungkook crumpled off the sofa, onto the floor as he started sobbing, remembering what he had done to her. He remembered how he had hurt her again and again. They had been extremely close friends at the time, and he had ruined their friendship by crossing the line when both of them were drunk. At the time he had loved another girl, one who showed him how disgusting humanity could be. Y/N had warned him against her multiple times when they were friends , but he stupidly enough had stuck onto that girl, having a toxic relationship with her. 

When that girl had walked in on Y/N and him, finding the marriage certificate splayed out on the couch, she had broke up with him. In that frenzy of indignation, he had committed the vilest mistake of his entire life. He had forced Y/N, someone with no sexual experience, to suffer. He had degraded her verbally as he had humiliated and forced her. He remembered it as if it were yesterday. He remembered it everytime he looked at his reflection. When the violation was done, she had walked away pitifully, stumbling away from his form as she quietly uttered, “I am sorry for taking away your chance at happiness. You have punished me in a way I can never forget. I will never forget what you have taught me about our friendship. Now I know how much our friendship meant to you. Don’t worry, you will never hear from me again ”. 

As cum and blood had streamed down legs, she had dragged herself out of his house, to go back to her lonely hotel room where she sobbed and cursed at her mother for giving birth to her.  She cursed at god for her sheer existence. She would never trust again. He had damaged her forever. 

An hour after she left his house, Jungkook had understood his grievous mistake and told his Hyungs the sin he had committed. They all stared at him in shock as Yoongi started beating him, “Is THIS what we taught you Jungkook? To be a rapist and a miserable excuse of a human being?!” Everyone else stared at him in shock. Namjoon went to Bang PD to ask him to contact their lawyer. What if Y/N launched a lawsuit against Jungkook and the group? 

To all their collective surprise, they received news from Y/N’s friend Myrna, a foreign communications director at HYBE, that she had left for the U.S., going back to her home country. She had stopped at a hospital before leaving and handed Myrna an NDA drafted by a lawyer, before leaving, stating that she would not reveal anything that had gone down that day. The NDA also stated that she would like to never be contacted again, and that HYBE would face heavy legal repercussions if they ever attempted to do so. A divorce application form had been filled out and left in a pamphlet as well. All Jungkook had to do to nullify the marriage was to sign off on it”. 

Jungkook lived through his memories once again as Y/N smoothed down her dress, “If you would like to get to know the kids, I will not stop you. In fact, I had reached out to your company regarding the kids when they were born. But, I never heard back from them since. I even personally tried contacting you and your members, but none of you ever responded. Regardless, bygones will be bygones. The past is in the past. Cha-ya, Saiyan, and Arang have been brought up to be kind, forgiving individuals. They are not ruthless like their dad. Though they are angry, rightfully so as of now, they will come around and try to get to know you eventually.”

“Now, I will leave the room and allow you to talk to Cha-ya and Saiyan if that is what you wish to do. Arang will be arriving in five minutes”. 

As she got up to leave the room, she felt a firm vascular hand wrap around her wrist. She looked back to see Jungkook on his knees, head down, whimpering “I don’t wish to just know my kids. I wish to know the wife I never had”. 

Y/N reached to remove his hand off her wrist, “You must not understand what the true definition of the words ‘too little, too late’ mean”. 

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@sporadicarcadebanana , @darkuni63, @jessicalynn85

#angst #jungkook x reader #eventual smut #fluff #super angst #groveling #jungkook x chubby reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x plus size reader #CEO Y/N #jungkook has kids #pregnancy Jungkook #bts x chubby reader #bts x plus size reader #sensitive topics #smut #yearning #idol jungkook

[curiositydooropened]

Late Checkout • Teaser

The cursor blinked.

A writing retreat at an exclusive 5-star ski resort. A New Years Eve party in the moody lodge bar. A handsome heir. A bratty bad boy. A snowstorm blocking every guest from the outside world.

Pairing: Rich!Steve Harrington x Writer!Reader, Eddie Munson x Writer!Reader

Wordcount: 1328

Warnings and Tags: Modern AU, femme!reader, strangers to lovers, angst, smut, voyeurism, fantasizing, longing, isolation, snowstorm, skiing, writer's block, murder, blood, gore, recreational drug and alcohol use. This is an 18+ blog, minor DNI please and thank you. Please check chapters for further warnings.

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Your thoughts drifted back out to the veranda. Sun poured over the mountain side and bounced off stark white snow. Golden rays cast down and carded through his chestnut hair. Your fingers ached. 

He tilted his face into it, eyes closed, lashes fluttering freckled cheeks, ecstasy evident as his features softened.

You licked your bottom lip. 

The woman with him reached for his cheek and procured an eyelash, holding her finger skyward. 

His eyes opened, amber and honey. A smile pulled at the corners of his pink lips before he pursed them to blow. His cheeks puffed up and hollowed, dotted with freckles, bone structure immaculate. Wish sufficiently made, his face lit in amusement, brows raised.

What did man like him wish for? He had the money, the looks. You hadn’t seen his car in the lot, but you were sure it was as luxuriously as the parka stretched over broad shoulders. The woman by his side was stunning, a Scandinavian supermodel with legs and curves for days.

So what was it then?

He swirled his glass in an ungloved hand, tips of his fingers reddening as he brought the amber liquid to his pink lips for a drink. What did a man with mid-afternoon Scotch wish for? Maybe he wished to bag a new account at the firm. Maybe he wished for his offer to go through for that rental on the Cape. Maybe he wished for his secretary to wear that YSL skirt again, with those pantyhose he could tear off with his perfect teeth.

You sputtered a cough, accidentally inhaling some of the saliva filling your mouth. Face warm, you mopped at the corners of your lips with a sweater cuff.

At your bistro table, your laptop screen had gone to stand-by. With a sigh, you clicked the track pad until the screen revived. On the blank page, the cursor blinked.

“You done with your coffee?” A busgirl approached, cheeks pinched pink and a smile across freckled features.

“Oh,” you handed her your mug and saucer. “Thank you.” 

“Sure,” she nodded, and you were surprised when she leaned in. She smelled of espresso and vanilla. “Hey, this guy in the corner? The cute one with the man bun and the leather jacket? He paid me a really big tip to give you this,” she slipped a drink napkin in front of you. 

Beneath the lodge’s bright orange logo were chicken scratched letters in black ink. 

I hope the novel you’re working on has a better ending. 

“He also offered to buy you another drink,” the barista informed, taking in your reaction with wide eyes. “But if you’re totally disgusted, I will be more than happy to call security and get his ass escorted right out of here.”

You snorted and glanced over your laptop at the far corner of the room. Your Critic from the previous day sat in his same corner, long limbs draped over the sides of the furniture like he he lived there. Slender hands folded the spine of a new novel, decorated in silver rings. His curls were pulled up into a loose bun, exposing a prominent widow’s peak, and a playful smile pulled at the corners of plump lips. 

“You don’t need to kick him out,” you smiled, crumpling the napkin into your discarded mug in her hand. The last drops of coffee soaked into the paper. “But tell you what. Why don’t you and your coworker buy yourself lunch on his dime? I’ll double his tip.” 

“You got yourself a deal,” she flashed a grin and made her way back behind the counter. 

You went about closing your laptop and packing your things into your bag, avoiding the gaze on you from across the room. Zipper zipped, you schlepped the bag over one shoulder, adjusting your sweater beneath the strap. Your table was cleared, save the pen you capped. When you finally looked up to leave the little cafe, you found yourself leveled under a honeyed stare.

Mr. Harrington, the handsome stranger on the veranda, had noticed you through the window. Well that, or the windows were tinted enough to capture his attention, and judging by the darkening of his eyes and the soft smile etching itself onto the corners of his perfect lips, he enjoyed his own reflection. He waved, almost imperceptibly, and mouthed a hello. 

You smiled and nodded. 

Then, the women he brought with him came into view, all freckles and blue eyes, stunning, full lips. 

You turned on your heel and left before you had a chance to wither under her scrutiny, staring at the orange and cream hexagonal tile as you walked through the threshold and back into the lobby. 

“Hey,” another voice startled you, impossibly close, the sting of cigarette smoke mixing with espresso in the air. 

“So the last book inspired you after all.” You sighed, halting before a head-on collision with a family of seven. 

“What?” Your critic crashed into you, capturing your shoulders in large hands to stop you both from barreling into the last set of twins. 

You huffed him off with a shrug. “The Vanishing was about a stalker.” 

“Oh,” he flashed that charming grin of his, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. “How do I know you aren’t stalking me?”

You snorted and swept past the convenient store, the pro shop, narrowly avoided a sled dog near the exit to the veranda. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

Your stalker barked a laugh and managed to trail you past the bar and ballrooms and into the back hallway. “Alright, sweetheart, you caught me. I’ve been following you for weeks.”

You stopped in front of the resort gym. Two middle aged women chatted on ellipticals in matching leggings. “What?”

He didn’t seem like the usual incel fan of yours. They were less clean, less put-together. The ones who managed to weasel your real name and location through hours of research on the dark web usually showed up to a local coffee shop and sent a text message to your laptop from a restricted number. 

This guy had a charcoal sweater made of cashmere and designer cologne. His jacket smelled of real leather. You spotted the glint of a silver watch beneath one sleeve. 

The Cheshire Cat grin fell from his face when your reaction sunk in, and he shook his head, eyes going wide. “I’m totally kidding. That’s probably creepy and terrifying, I’m sorry. I promise I’m not stalking you. I don’t even know your name.” 

Instead of offering it, you turned and headed back down the hall. 

“Hey, okay. My name’s Eddie,” he scrambled to catch up, all the bells and whistles jangling on his leather jacket, “and if you want me to leave you alone, I swear I will. But if you’d be at all interested in letting me buy you a drink tonight, can you let me know? Because I’m scaring the spa receptionists.”

You glanced at the two girls behind the nearest desk. They giggled behind their hands. 

“I’m sorry I insulted your favorite book.” Eddie’s voice softened.

With a sigh, you tucked yourself into a nearby alcove. “It’s not my favorite.” You’d published a handful of others you liked better, all of them less popular.

“Well what is your favorite?” The smile slid itself back onto his features. He remained a few paces away, giving you a respectable amount of space.

You weighed your options. You’d planned evening room service and sweatpants and drafting, endless drafting. Or, you could let someone else pay for your martini, and maybe his refreshing (albeit rude) perspective on your library of work could spark some much needed inspiration.

“I’ll tell you over drinks tonight.” 

“8 o’clock?”

Your stomach flipped at the proud look on his face, and you nodded. 

“See you then, princess.” He bowed so low his bun flopped, and he backed out of the alcove, wagging fingers at the giggling spa receptionists. He whistled as he left.

#steve harrington fic #steve harrington teaser #eddie munson fic #eddie munson teaser #late checkout fic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington angst #eddie munson angst #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader

[cursedvibes]

I need to protect Uraume from the greater JJK community. People see a character with slightly prominent eyelashes and go “ah yes, a woman” as if there aren’t hundreds of feminine male and GNC characters in animanga media.

Pretty = woman

Ugly = man (or an it)

I got this gender stuff down, it's so easy! Also Gojo is a woman confirmed, I guess. (more trans rep yay) Why is everyone using he/him for her? I thought we were ignoring canon over here.

It's very telling that when people say Uraume is a woman, their only real argument for that is "I just feel like that's what she is" or "she is pretty". Look at those thin wrists, the womanly long flowing robes(?). Obviously a woman, doesn't matter that it's at this point pretty clear that they aren't gendered on purpose. If it was important, we would have at least heard Sukuna address them differently, but that hasn't been the case so far. Nobody has even assumed their gender, only Juzo once said he can't tell and that's all. Considering the official English translator we have, I'm not surprised tho. Well, maybe Enby Whisperer Hakari will have them spell it out for the audience.

Same with people calling Tengen a man, despite her objecting to that in canon and stating their understand of her gender very clearly. People only started respecting that when it got revealed that she was young and pretty at some point. Suddenly they can read again. God forbid we have a gender non-conforming woman* who also ages. "omg she fell off, why does she look like that??" I'm sure these people wouldn't have any hair left in 500 years either and definitely wouldn't rock a suit. They're actually doing really well for herself.

#I feel the same way about people who think its essential that we find out if Kenjaku was born with a vagina or a penis #asks #jjk spoilers #uraume #tengen

[eggsdrawings]

This might sound stupid, but have you ever considered giving some of the characters in your drawings imperfect teeth? I sorta have headcannons that Mina has a gap between her front teeth and that Denki has a chipped tooth! I also love how you give Bakugou gauged earrings in your art-style in reference to the Fantasy AU and was wondering what types of specific headcannons you have in your art!

Some neat ones I noticed were:

Bakugou with faint moles on his face and neck

Ochako having orange ombre on the longer strands of hair (My personal fav)

Hawks having claw-like fingernails (and painted black too!)

Mirko having piercings on her ear

Todoroki has small strands of the opposite hair colour on the wrong side (Like strands of white on the red side and vise-versa)

Toga having pointed ears! (Another fave)

I probably missed some, but those were just cool details I noticed in your art! <3

Sorry, this was a weird way to give you a compliment lol

ahhh this is so sweet! thank you so much for lookin into the details of my art!!!! 💗💗💗 i have fun makin the characters unique to me!

i’ll include it all under the cut so that this post isn’t too long!

i usually tend to give midoriya a slight gap between his front teeth, tho i suppose i could stand to make it more prominent. i kinda draw it the same way cody from total drama has a gap in his teeth! the most ive done aside from that is give some characters fangs (hawks) or sharper canines (bakugou). i think kaminari having a chipped tooth is actually a cool idea, especially since i had one of my own growing up lol!

aside from what u listed, i like to make mina’s tongue blue solely because it stands out against how pink she is and makes for good contrast

todoroki’s scar has a dripping effect to it since i assume the kettle water poured down his face a bit before his mother could reach him to take care of it

i draw kaminari with freckles because i think it suits him, and ive been thinkin bout giving some light ones to hawks as well

for kirishima i draw three light scars on his face around the bridge of his nose/cheeks, a small reference to his hero costume’s mask placement since i think it would dig into his skin after so much use

i also like to add bakugou’s first war arc scars, as well as explosion marks around his hands from excessive quirk use. and ive been meaning to include scars on his arms to reference the deku vs kacchan fight now that ive gone and rewatched the series!

in canon, touya has very prominent eyelashes when he’s younger, and when he’s older as dabi they’re burned off. but i like to keep them as a slight nudge to who he used to be, even if it doesn’t particularly make sense for them to be there. i just think it’s a nice touch!!

#sorry for ramblinggggg #for accessories i love giving kirishima a slightly rainbow-colored bracelet #as well as him and bakugou having gold bracelets because every krbk speculated that they got matching bracelets after kamino LOL #accessories like Bakugou’s orange necklace is also a reference to the fantasy au and I like to include that sometimes #and kaminari and jirou’s accessories tend to always be in the bi flag colors #and if i draw uraraka and todoroki together i think it’s nice to have a matching cat bracelets between them #i like to give midoriya and kaminari bandaids a lot of the time because i feel like both of them are prone to injury #and momo mina and camie have long nails because i think that it would be in character for them to have that #that’s about all I can think of rn but !!! thank u so much ☺️💗💗 #ask box #yalocalfanficaddict

[ohimsummer]

this has been in the drafts since January, also it’s a scrap!! so there’s no real ending (spoiler alert he lost), sowwy babe <3

content: eren x armin's gf, teasing, mean! reader, suggestive, explicit language, not proofread

Eren Yeager considered himself a lot of things, but a bitch was not one of them.

He was notorious amongst his group of friends for accepting any dare, challenge, or bet thrown at him. Even if it was something foolish, all it took was a little prodding at his ego to have him up and running to do whatever it was they'd suggested. Eren thought it made him look cool. You thought it made him look stupid and easier to exploit.

Eren glances at you, more specifically at your boobs in his face which are almost keeling out of your tank top. "So you want me to do...what, exactly?"

You release a dramatic sigh and sit yourself on the arm of the couch, pajama shorts riding up the crease of your thighs and leaving even less to Eren's imagination. "It's a bet, dummy. Go a week without touching me since you like to put your hands on me so much. Think you can handle that?”

He downs the last remnants of water from the bottle in his hand before crinkling the plastic against his leg. "Yeah. But why would I wanna do some shit like that? Give you even more reason to act a fucking ass?"

You grasp at your chest in feigned shock and dismay. "Oh, well, excuse me, then! Big, bad Yeager-boy turning down a challenge? Fine, be that way."

Despite turning in preparation to leave, your feet don't make it to the floor before there’s a strong hold around your waist; Eren holds you in place and then pulls you closer to him, basically onto his lap. "Ah, ah. I didn't say I wouldn't do it, dumbass. What's in it for me if I win?"

You pretend to think up a prize for him, pursing your lips and tapping your cheek. "If you win, I'll do anything you want for a whooole week." A smile spreads across your face as his eyebrows perk up in intrigue. "But if I win, you have to do whatever I say, for a whole week. How's that sound?"

Eren had to admit, you at his beck and call for a week was an enticing offer. Though, at the same time, it gave you a week to be more annoying than usual. But, it would only be for a few days...and after he won he could spend the best week of his life breaking that shit attitude of yours apart and maybe make you behave more often.

"Okay, then.", Eren agrees. You give him a wicked smile and giggle, then begin to explain the rules to him more clearly: no touching you in any sexual way, not to tease nor to taunt, and you make sure to eliminate any specific touches he could try and play off as innocent. Eren decides not to set many rules for you. He liked the challenge, plus, when he won, he intended on making you pay for anything you did for the next 7 days.

The challenge started the very next morning. Eren spent the night wondering how he'd approach it; maybe he'd just avoid you altogether, or try and ignore you and just hope you’d get bored from his lack of reactions. He, unfortunately, wouldn't have any such luck.

"Hey, Eren!"

Eren recognizes your voice behind him as he's walking to his car to head to his apartment. He turns, and his eyes almost pop clean from his head. Thoughts are fighting to be at the forefront of his mind, a prominent one being 'How the fuck is she allowed to wear that on campus?'. There's no time to question it, your voice cuts through his jumbled mind as you ask him for a favor.

"Could you drop me off at the library, 'Ren?", you bat those pretty eyelashes and tilt your head. "I'm supposed to be meeting 'Minnie there but my car's in the shop. Pretty please?"

He agrees. And the week only gets worse from there.

If Eren thought you were insufferable before, it increased tenfold the day this bet started. The car ride on Monday had to be one of the worst experiences of his life. It was bad enough that majority of your skin was revealed, but watching the sweat glisten on your exposed chest, tits pushed up and straining against your top, jostling with every bump in the road that he tried desperately to avoid, made the whole thing that much more unbearable. 

The days following weren’t that much better. Eren realizes how much you’d been holding back when you’d teased him before. Sure you’d lean forward a little and wiggle your ass when you knew he was watching, but now? On your hands and knees in a skirt right in front of him with only the thin fabric of your frilled panties to hide yourself from him? Taking a shower when you knew he was coming over just to let him catch glimpses of your gleaming skin. The worst offense, in Eren’s opinion, was when you “accidentally” text him a photo of your bare pussy, quickly followed by “oops, meant that for ‘minnie so don’t look :(”.  He doesn’t respond, but the read receipt indicating that Eren did indeed see it has you giggling to Armin that night about how fun it was to make his friend’s life even more of a living hell. You don’t know that your high jinks have Eren fucking his fist every night until he can’t even cum anymore, but you like to believe that you have that effect on him anyway.

In spite of your unbearable antics, Eren prides himself on lasting until the final day without touching you. He’s irked at your lack of panic that you’re about to lose, but decides that you’re just putting up a front to make him suspicious. 

#eren x reader smut #eren x reader #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot x reader #aot x reader smut

[idiotsonlyevent]

i really like some of the hades ii designs, but aphrodite, demeter, and artemis were yassified (for lack of a better word) so hard and i kind of hate it 😭

aphrodite has a completely different nose/face shape?? like... that's not the same woman 😭 she has much more 'generically pretty' features now with a smaller, upturned nose and pursed lips. also idk if its the shading or the pose or what but she looks thinner too ?

artemis looks a lot 'girlier' also w really prominent eyelashes? again, i just feel like her face looks completely different

i initilally thought that w demeter it was just the lighting, but her jaw seems to be a different shape, her wrinkles are much less prominent, and her eyes look less sunken... she looks so much younger ??

i know we're missing plot context for the clothing-related differences, but i dont understand why the facial features are so different betwen the two games for these three

#some of the redesgins are really cool and i like a lot of the newer ones #but these three are such massive misses for me #also someone pointed out that the posing is a lot less dynamic now and i agree w that too but thats not the point of this post lol #L.txt #hades #hades ii

[tamelee]

Is it just me or most Naruto girls look like man?

I mean if you cover Suigetsu's teeth, Sakura looks similar to him. Same with Kushina and Naruto. Most of them are either plain or ugly or both.

Well.... yeah, nah, hmm.. whether you think it's ugly or not it's subjective. Considering HOW MANY characters Kishimoto had to make, I think he was able to distinguish them all really well and the colors in the Anime help do that even more of course. Some of the designs are brutal! Very nice 👌. I would say that I don't think Kishimoto has been very creative in the sense of eye-shapes for girls especially. Take teen Tsunade and cut off her ponytail and she also resembles Sakura.

And yet, there are very clever differences, yes? NS fans claim Kishimoto hinted at Sakura ending up with Naruto because Sakura's eye-shape also resembles Kushina's... but needless to say, that argument doesn't hold water in the least. Itachi (though more slender/sharper in rest), Rin, as well as multiple other characters have this shape. (Suigetsu doesn't..)

And tbh...... color Minato's eyes and hair black and uh... he sorta resembles Sasuke a bit also in panels where Kishimoto draws his eyes especially during times where stamina runs low. And doesn't this also resemble Gaara's? Just imagine the iris not colored and a lack of eyebrow, and he doesn't always draw them with the pointy edges for Gaara either. It's not about shapes only though because this is mostly a style and a choice to draw in a way where it becomes possible to draw these characters over and over again without making it too complicated. The real trick lies in the small details which requires so much skill! It's the eyelid like the rounded ones for Kakashi that makes his eyes very unique. Which suits his personality so well as it often gives off a chill or "I'm so done"-vibe, and yet the shape of the eye itself is very similar to others. Sasuke having very prominent eyelids, but Naruto only during certain expressions and often shorter! Or a single line at the edges of an eye that's barely even noticeable unless you look for it. The slightly sharper jaw that Sasuke has in contrast to the more rounded one of Naruto. The width differences of the eyelashes or eyebrows that all belong to a character... I applaud Mangaka who are able to do this. I don't think they're ugly at all. Some are more plain and boring than others for sure, but even that can tell a lot about a character's personality iykwim :') That too is deliberate. (At least, as I expect from Kishimoto.)

#asktamelee #naruto talk #kishimoto

[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 14|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: Part of me has been avoiding this simply because I'm a dub watcher so I haven't seen the new episode and I've been kinda avoiding social media to not get even more spoiled than I've already been. However, degenerate Levi and Evelyn cannot wait! Also hit up my inbox I am in such a writing mood help me out!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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The candles were dimmed as the end of the day drew near. Poor sweet Levi just continually worked himself to the bone, and without his wife nearby to keep him in check he was pushing himself to the limits. His loneliness had gotten the better of him, which is exactly what Petra had hoped for, especially when she enters his office.

Immediately the smell of alcohol hits her, the whole room assaults her nose with it. Petra wasn't sure if his blushing bride new about his bad habit, granted, he had really cut down after marriage but clearly he needed a woman's touch to keep him in check. Her footsteps are silent as she creeps up to him, his head was down on the desk asleep, never had she seen him so peaceful. Her fingers caressed his cheek, trying to wake him up as softly as possible.

Being the light sleeper he always was Levi woke easily, stretching to loosen his shoulders. Petra was shocked to see him in this state, Levi prided himself in being well kept and professional. It looked like he hadn't slept in days, his dark circles more prominent. Stubble lined his jawline, a rare occurrence for the man who hated facial hair since he deemed it "unhygienic". His clothes were wrinkled and he stunk of liquor. What had happened to the Captain she knew and loved? How could one woman reduce him to such a sad state? Rage burned within her as she thought about how much Levi had suffered since Evelyn left.

"Oh, Petra, it's you. I guess I fell asleep. Don't worry I'm going home." He starts to stand when she pushes him back down into his chair, he stares at her in confusion, not expecting this. "Excuse me?"

"Oh Captain.." She laces her voice with charm and suggestive tones. "You poor thing, you look absolutely worn out..." Reaching behind him, Petra gently rubs his shoulders.

Levi frowns and twists out of her grip. "I'm fine thank you. I'll just head home and rest."

She giggles, trailing her fingers along his sleeve, working her way up to his chin and circling his ear. "You're so tense Levi, and lonely...my heart goes out to you, and I feel like I have to help..."

"I appreciate your concern Petra, but really I'm fine. It's been a rough week but I'll make it."

She pushes past him and sits on the desk in front of him, her legs parted just enough for him to see the fabric of her panties. Much to her annoyance he glances and then bounces his eyes away.

"Get off my desk." He states plainly.

She throws her head back to laugh, exaggerating it enough to try and give him the hint. He was so adorably dense sometimes he didn't even know how much she wanted him. "Come on Levi, don't be like that."

"For the last time, Captain."

Petra bites her lip. "Captain~" Her tone is sultry and she bats her eyelashes at him.

"Better. Now off my desk."

"Or what? Are you going to punish me?" Oh how does she hope he does, he seems like the type to get a kick out of that.

Levi sneers slightly, not liking her tone at all, and dressed the way she was, he should get out of here before she gets the wrong idea. "I think it's time for me to leave." He tries to be at least semi-polite, she did work hard enough for him she deserved some respect.

As he stands to leave, Petra acts immediately, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her lips to his. Fireworks in her head explode, her dreams coming true, his lips were even softer than she thought. Truly Evelyn didn't deserve to have this slice of heaven every day, and Petra bet she didn't even appreciate it like she should.

However all of her high hopes would come crashing down as Levi aggressively pushed her off, sending her back on the desk. The look in his eyes was different, he seemed, different. She had seen him angry before, but never with this level of rage. Face to face with his wrath she understood how some Scouts quietly transferred to the Garrison regiment after having a run in with the ruthless Captain.

"How dare you- What could have possibly possessed you in thinking it would be already to assault me like this!?"

Now she's the one scrambling for answers, a way somehow to calm him down. "You seemed really lonely, I thought I could give you some comfort-"

"Do I need your fucked up version of "comfort"?! What part of 'I'm a married man" don't you understand you stupid bitch!" His eyes were glaring with hate as he inched towards her.

Petra started to tear up, never had Levi treated her with such aggression and coldness, he had never taken it this far. What had she done to deserve this treatment after all the things she'd done for him? Evelyn had changed him, surely that was the reason why they both had started acting differently after that fucking wedding.

"You're not yourself Levi, you're just lashing out because you're needy, you haven't been the same since your wedding I thought things were going wrong-"

"You're even more stupid than I thought." He continues his advance, the veins in his hands bulging out of his skin. "I have never been better since marrying that woman. Do you hear me? The best fucking thing I ever did was decide that girl was mine. You think I could want you over her? She is perfection you scum. I want a woman who will fight me tooth and nail while I hold her down and fuck her until she looses feeling than a whining lapdog. You get that Petra? You're nothing but shit under my boot, I kept you around because you do your job well. But apparently you lack an ounce of common sense that would think I'd take your loose cunt over my wife's. The fact you thought I was low enough to be unfaithful to my wife is the highest form of an insult. You disgust me." He pushes past her. "Now get out of my way."

As he walks out of his office Petra watched him wipe his mouth with the back of sleeve and spit onto the ground. That was what he thought of her kiss, it was revolting. Little did she know all this would cause was Levi throwing his weight around so Erwin would agree to up the extraction date and bring his wife home.

Hurt, rage, grief all filled her. She knew now that any chance of having Levi was gone so long as Evelyn was alive. Part of her admired him for being so true to his marriage, but the sting of rejection was still prevalent. Lost in her own thoughts she barely recognizes the solution until it presents itself in her head again. That was it, as long as Evelyn was alive. If she fixed that problem, then it would level the playing field. That was what she had to do, eliminate the problem.

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Peace in the Braun household was shaky at best, she was one of them sure, but still an island devil, Evelyn supposed in time that would opinion would change. Although that was never the real purpose of her mission, while the surprise pregnancy had thrown a wrench into it, she still had a job to do. It wasn't about them liking her, it was about them trusting her enough to wander around and hopefully find Eren so she would at least have something to report back.

Her room was really Reiner's, him being the gentleman and offering to sleep on the floor downstairs to make sure she was comfortable. The first night was the worst since she could barely sleep, always thinking she heard Levi's footsteps on the stairs or him moving in the shadows of the dark. A good portion of the annoyance her fellow housemates felt was no doubt attributed to her screaming in the night when it felt like the shadows were reaching for her.

She was ashamed, but more often than not these nights ended with Reiner checking on her and him sleeping on the floor beside the bed by her request. Evelyn couldn't help but feel guilty, despite everything she was married, and while their marriage was hell her thoughts conflicted as far as if what she was doing was adultery. However the fear that gripped her every night soon outweighed her doubts of what Levi would think.

Truthfully, she had deluded herself into thinking that she would just never find Eren and have to remain here. While freedom was limited due to her Eldian blood at least it was existent. She was no longer imprisoned in that forsaken house, left to the scorn of the staff and Levi's whims. Her taste of freedom was precious and treasured, she hoped he never came back. If she deluded herself in this she could do the same for when the child was born, delude herself into thinking it was someone else's. Maybe she could have a half decent rest of her life.

It had now been a few weeks since Evelyn had come to Marley, she felt that if anyone, Reiner trusted her. Whether it was guilt over the past or something different she wasn't sure. She found herself in the quiet wondering what would have happened if she came back with Reiner and Bertholdt all those years ago, he had a boyish crush on her back then, he was older now, would anything have come of it? He was sweet and handsome and treated her with respect, something that was in short supply these days. When he caught her looking at him like this, he'd blush and look away, the delusion slipping more and more.

She had come to know his world, the world he grew up in, the one that told him to do the horrible things he had done. Reiner was the enemy, but she forgave him, he needed that, he so desperately needed that. When she had told him he broke down into childish sobs, desperately asking why, how could she forgive him for everything? In honesty, Evelyn had no idea how, but she did, she understood him, felt sorry for him. It seemed like it was only natural.

Reiner had trusted her with being in his home, and eventually introducing him to his closest family and comrades. Seeing the look of joy in his face when she interacted with them warmed her frozen over heart. Her delusion was stronger than ever, forgetting about the horrors awaiting her at home. Maybe this could be home, Levi gone forever, Erwin gone forever, everyone, she could be free. This ideal life, happy with someone who could really take care of her, of two who could take care of each other. They were the same, broken and naive once. They had both been punished for the sins, what was the shame in living on from that?

Evelyn forgot about her mission, she forgot about Eren, to hell with all of them. They had left her in her time of need to that monster the law called her husband. Paradis could burn to the ground for all she cared. No one rescued her, why should she rescue them? Flatten the place and Levi with it, maybe then she'd finally feel safe. So when Falco had mentioned bringing Reiner to meet an old friend of his the thought of the past coming back to haunt her never crossed her mind. She simply watched the show, blissfully oblivious to the scene just below the stage.

But when Gabi had offhandedly mentioned that they had been gone a while she felt a trickle of cold sweat on the back of her neck, that familiar fear of Levi sending chills down her spine. It was impossible, he was hundreds of miles away, hopefully rotting in a jail cell, he couldn't be here, he wouldn't be here. She was letting her paranoia get the better of her again. She was safe, nothing could hurt her, no one was coming to get her.

These were the last thoughts to cross her mind before the eruption, the sound of screams and terror, the bright lights, the gunshots. There was panic, chaos, everyone trying to run away from the fifteen meter Titan slaughtering all of them where they stood. Evelyn could only sit there and watch as she was blindly tugged along by someone she didn't care to recognize.

Dumbfounded she trudged along, eyes glued to the scene. It was when she caught the look of those eyes, those damned eyes did terror come over her. Levi's eyes met hers, recognition filling them, the way he was motioning for her, he was telling her to go to safety and he would come find her. Only as he flew off to rejoin the carnage could Evelyn recognize exactly what that chilling feeling was.

It was the feeling of her delusion shattering around her.

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