#and it's a flower name so it fits haha

[prince-kallisto]

Crowley is Neige’s Father Theory (+ actual Neige backstory speculation)

You know, I was planning to make this an April Fools theory. I remember finding this headcanon about a year ago, and I’ve always thought it was a funny and cute headcanon to think about.

BUT THEN my hubby @snakevsnis utterly insulted my dignity and pride (kindly said the theory was my most outlandish yet) and I’ve decided to take this seriously. Not playing games anymore, I will collect every bit of flimsy evidence for this ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

This all started out when I saw a closeup of Neige’s eyes to be honest haha 🤣🤣🤣 Why do they look like that?! What’s with that odd glow? All the characters eyes, especially in card art, are quite striking. But I’ve noticed that Fae eyes in particular have a tendency for a stronger glow or just overall more detailed eyes.

But anyway: dark hair, pale skin (this can apply to half the cast but SHH let me be annoying ahxhdbs) If you want to consider Disney’s Snow White, she has “lips red as the rose, hair black as ebony, and skin white as snow”, which we can keep in mind in terms of similarities🤪

People have always mentioned Crowley’s strange connections to Pomefiore and the Evil Queen- perhaps suggesting that he is twisted from the Evil Queen’s crow. Perhaps this, OR THIS IS ALL ACTUALLY A CONNECTION TO NEIGE.

The courtyard apple trees, the mirrors, the wishing well. Aside from the mirrors, all of these feel very reminiscent of Snow White, NOT the Evil Queen. The wishing well was indeed part of the Evil Queen’s castle, but it is Snow White who sings to it to make her wish. Crowley is very protective of the apple trees as well, and seems to honor them greatly. Neige’s first introduction through the commercial LITERALLY has the apple trees in the background as well!!

We also cannot forget his stupid vacation outfit (affectionate), which depicts a crow resting on an apple, and the background is riddled with flowers that look suspiciously like the ones from Snow White’s grave. And now with this uniquely yellow fit that no one expected Crowley to wear, Crowley technically shares the same exact color scheme that Neige (and this Snow White) does: yellow, blue, and red. In his vacation outfit, Crowley even ditches black as his main color and wears white instead.

Because what’s interesting about the Evil Queen’s crow is that the crow does not play a prominent role like Maleficent’s Diablo does. In fact, the crow almost seems afraid of the Evil Queen’s plans, shying away from the apple and afraid of her wicked transformations. In Twisted Wonderland terms, couldn’t that partially make Crowley more sympathetic towards Neige?

I also think it’s funny that Neige probably has the closest reference to a Disney character name, because “Neige” means Snow, and “Blanche” means White in French.His name literally translates to Snow White, and OF COURSE Crowley would name a child so directly after one of these historical figures 😭😭😭

And here’s where my theory gets even more crackish AJDNHDE, but when Crowley transforms into a ghost in the prologue, he notable has the cape of the ghosts in the Dwarfs Mine. The Dwarfs Mine we visited in the prologue is NOT the actual one used in Snow White- instead being a very convincing replica in honor to the Fairest Queen. But even so, there is a cottage that’s exactly the same as the dwarves cottage in Snow White. The ghosts from the prologue say that Ace, Deuce, and Yuu are the first visitors in “ten years.”

Ten years? Neige is around 17 or 18 years old, and his vague backstory heavily implies he’s been abandoned from his birth parents since a young age. So what if- hear me out- Neige for some reason was left behind in the Dwarfs Mine area when he was around 6 or 7 years old, entrusted to the ghosts before he met with his RSA dwarves?!

But let’s also take an actually serious look in Neige’s backstory. Neige’s backstory is shockingly vague, despite being the rival for Vil in Book 5. Book 6 seems to imply that Rook and Vil know more about what Neige went through, but it’s strangely cut off.

Neige has apparently been living with the dwarves and taking care of themselves on their own since a young age. We don’t know yet how dwarves age in Twisted Wonderland- Yuu remarks that they resemble Fae because of their pointed ears, and they may indeed be a type of a Fae. But even if they had the lifespan of Fae like Lilia, the dwarves are also school-age kids. And considering the lack of knowledge regarding Fae in TWST society in general, I wouldn’t be surprised if there were discriminatory laws preventing the dwarves being considered actual adults even if they were far older. The VDC competition shows how all the human audiences consider the dwarves to be cute children- likely even elementary-aged children.

I feel like this further validates the idea that Neige and the dwarves actually lived in the abandoned cottage in the Dwarves Mine- since it was a completely abandoned area, they were able to take the space without worrying over their young ages. The cottage looked abandoned in both Vargas Camp and the prologue because Neige and the dwarves are currently living at RSA. Additionally, in the Book 5 trailer, there were interesting shots of Neige and the dwarves at a bridge, a bench, and a forest. It felt overall very reminiscent of the cottage we see at the Dwarves Mine, so I wouldn’t be surprised if Neige and his friends actually occupied this space before

But with this in mind, how DID Neige secure a filming job or even attend the same middle school as Neige if he had no parental guardians or adult assistance in the first place? Again, I highly doubt that humans would ever seriously consider the dwarves to be Neige’s guardian on the small chance they’re older than Neige, for the same discriminatory implications that I mentioned above.

If Crowley was Neige’s father, I’m sure he managed to pull some strings in the background even if Neige was left behind for some unknown reason. Much like Diaval in the live-action Maleficent, Neige was essentially the Aurora that Crowley was taking care of from afar. Going back to Crowley’s vacation outfit, the crow resting on the apple reminds me a lot of Diaval in his bird form looking over Aurora in her cradle. I’m sure Neige has strong magic power of his own, but I find it interesting that he ended up at RSA despite most of his focus growing up was between his job and chores at home. Perhaps Crowley couldn’t get him into NRC, but did put in a good word for him with Ambrose and eased the application process for Neige

I also feel like Neige would indeed have stronger magic BECAUSE he’d be half-Fae like Sebek. His glowing eyes is the only physical indicator of his Fae heritage, but he also has the magic to boost.

And the most unserious note to wrap up this crack theory, they even have a similar taste in shoes because what is this 😭😭😭

This is all to say that I um. May or may not have been working on a chaptered fic for a long while now based on this premise of Crowley being Neige’s father so 😭😭😭 yeah. Um. Look forward to or dread that 🤣🤣🤣

(I will steal your kitchen sink if anyone says this is more convincing from my also crack Malleus and Crowley theories PLEASE 🤣🤣🤣 /j)

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst theory #dire crowley #twst dire crowley #twst Crowley #twst neige #twst neige leblanche #neige leblanche #twst crack theory #twst headcanon #kallistopost

[ooffmlsorry]

Hiii congrats for 100 followers!! ❤️ For the event, can I request Ace x reader with the prompt "mistletoe? how corny..." I think it would fit him haha ❤️

Eeeeee!! Of course I can and I so agree he’s such a goofball! Thanks so much for the congratulations! I really hope you like it! Mwah! 😘

A/N: I use the nickname "firefly" which I saw in a post by @eelnoise, just wanted to say I didn't come up with that but it's the perfect pet name, especially because it's gn.

🔥🔥🔥

Ace never liked winter. Most winter islands were barren and hostile. The cold buried people in layers, bullied them into their homes and hovels, suppressed by a natural—and sometimes unnatural—force of nature that they could do nothing against but endure. When snow came to the Goa Kingdom, he remembered it being the same. There was only so much he and his brothers could do outside of the mountain bandits home before they were freezing their little asses off and forced to retreat. 

Even with the mera mera no mi, he doesn’t like the cold. The winter air feels off on his skin because of his devil fruit. It reminds him of getting stitched after a numbing agent has been applied to his skin—knowing that part of him is being tugged but he can’t feel the pain. Winter puts Ace in a bad mood. 

The crew of the Moby Dick knew this, and like any family would, they tried to distract their brother to the best of their ability. And hey, if they benefited from it a little, then so what? Around the ship you could hear:

“Hey Ace! You mind taking care of that ice up ahead?!” 

“Bet you could heat this frozen barrel up in no time, right Fire Fist!”

“Do you mind helping us clear ice off the deck?” 

You sat on one of the cold, wooden benches, bundled up in layers with a mug of hot tea clutched close to your chest. Ace had something for you, something he’d never seen before, he said, but he couldn’t just give it to you and let you open it in peace. 

“That’s not how it works, y/n,” he had said earlier in the day. His fingers dug in a little as they rubbed up and down your arms, dragging his warm hands over your skin. His eyes always sparkle when he looks at you. There are stars up there in those eyes. Whenever you tell him so, he reminds you you’re the one that put them there. 

“Not how it works?” You raised an eyebrow. 

He smirks at you. His hands started to heat up as his cheeks turned a little bit pink. “I have to be there with you,” he said teasingly. Ace leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips, then pulled away just before your lips could meet. “I think someone’s calling my name, sweetheart.” 

You watched in shock, blinking in utter surprise when Ace snickered and sauntered away. (In all honesty, you didn’t know the man had enough restraint to not kiss you.)

Needless to say, your interest was piqued. What kind of gift requires two people? What had Ace found for you on his last mission? Ace always returned with something for you and you kept every single gift. Every seashell, scarf, flower, book, necklace, or trinket from him you saved in a now-empty tin of cookies he got you long before you started dating. All of Ace’s gifts were special, no matter how insignificant he thought they were. 

You watched Ace help brush melted slush off the ship. Your eyes met and he smiled broadly, sticking his tongue out at you. A soft smile spread across your face. How could a man that thought of you every day, that loved his crew so selflessly, be anything but good? How could you not have fallen in love with him? 

As if Ace knew what you were thinking, he stopped. The broom stilled in his arms. His gaze on you burned across your body. Ace turned to his crew member, Barry, and said something to him that you couldn’t hear. You did, however, hear the boisterous laughter that erupted from Barry. Ace picked up some slush and pelted him with it in retaliation. 

He shook his head and wiped snow off the sleeve of his jacket. “Young love,” he said. “Ain’t nothing like it.”  

Red bloomed under Ace’s freckles and his shoulders raised up to his ears. It was adorable seeing him suddenly look as bashful as a school boy as he walked over to you. By the time he got to you, he looked more like himself. 

“All done?” 

“Sure am, firefly.” Ace took the mug from your hands and placed it down on the table. He wrapped his arms around you. Even through your coat, you could feel Ace’s body already begin to warm yours. Your head rested on his bare chest, the jacket he wore was unzipped. For a moment you savored the rumble of his voice through his ribs, the sound of his heart beating strong and loud underneath skin and muscle. 

“I don’t think I’ve told you today how gorgeous you are,” he said. 

“You did,” you said. “You woke up in the middle of night, called me gorgeous and passed out again.” 

“Sounds like me,” he said.

You breathed in the scent of a hearth and the sea, and sighed as you exhaled. “Ready to—AAAH!!” 

Cold. 

Cold was the first thing you felt as slush ice slid down the bare skin of your back, trapped between your body and your now freezing, wet shirt. 

Before you can stop Ace he’s leapt over the bench and took off running, cackling as he made his escape. “Oh you son of a—” You grabbed the nearest handful of melted snow. All your shock and annoyance melted into glee at the panicked look on your boyfriend’s face. “I’m gonna get your ass!” You yelled and took off after him. 

Slipping and sliding on the deck, you weaved between tables and crew members. Cold wind whipped through your hair, whistling in your ears, and stinging your eyes. You followed the sound of Ace’s commotion, stumbled down the stairs and through the hall after him. Your and his laughter echoed behind you. 

Finally, you caught up to Ace who was standing still under the frame of his bedroom. It didn’t occur to you to wonder why he wasn’t still running from you. You were having too much fun. At this point the already melted slush in your hands had turned into water, there was nothing you could do but forcefully smack your cold, wet hand against his chest as you collided with him. 

“HA! I got you!” 

Ace’s arm wrapped around your waist to keep you both from failing. The man hadn’t even flinched.

“Did you? Did you really?” He said, grinning down at you. “It felt more like you were trying to splash me.”

You looked up at him, your lips pushed out in an exaggerated pout. “I can’t believe you did that! Now I’m cold and wet.” 

“Well, I can fix one of those things.” You almost instantly feel warmer as Ace begins to heat up. “I thought this would be more fun than just asking you to come down here,” he said. His hand cups your face softly. The hot calluses on Ace’s hands trail over your skin, gentle and tender enough to make you forget everything that led up to this. He tilts your face to look above him at the green sprig hanging above his door. 

You stare at the beautiful green color of the leaves and the red berries hanging delicately like pearls. Was this the gift? Had Ace really never seen mistletoe before? You pictured Ace coming across the flower on his last mission, maybe in the wild, but more likely someone selling it and being absolutely mystified by the tradition. 

So cute!

"Mistletoe?” You chuckle. “How corny…”

His shoulders slumped slightly. “I should’ve known you’d know what it is,” he said. His eyes no longer met yours. “I thought I’d be surprising you…”

You hardly gave him a chance to be disappointed, sliding your hands up his chest to drape over his shoulders before he could step away. “You don’t need to surprise me. You’re special enough all on your own, Portgas D. Ace.” You twirled your fingers around the tips of his jet black locks and felt him melt a little underneath your touch. “I would have you just as you are.” 

“How did I get so lucky?” Ace mumbled more to himself than to you. You didn’t know who he was asking, and it didn’t matter. You were exactly where you wanted to be. Ace looked at you, his eyes glimmered slightly. The love so plain in his eyes made your stomach flutter. “So if you know what is,” he said softly, “then I can bet you know what comes next?” 

Ace pressed his lips to your almost reverently, cherishing the feeling of your lips against his. Your eyes flutter shut and you enjoy the familiar bliss of his touch. Your fingers curled in his hair slid up to the base of his scalp to urge him on. Ace licked into your mouth as he pushed you up against the frame of the door, the wood pressed between your shoulder blades. When you pulled away you were both breathless with matching smiles on your faces. 

“I love you, Ace,” you said. 

And then he kissed you again. 

#one piece x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace #one piece x you #100 followers winter event #portgas d ace x reader #one piece fluff #portgas ace x reader

[bangtanintotheroom]

Model Behavior (M)

Still hooking over Still hooking over and die

• Pairing: Taehyung x Assistant!(F)Reader

• Genre: Idol!AU, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 3,181

• Summary: Helping with photoshoots brought you stress, excitement and a sense of validation. Today, you experience a new and unexpected emotion, thanks to the man at the center of it all.

• Warnings/themes: the Elle Korea photoshoot 😵‍💫, innocent touching (at first), flirting, eye contact, Tae in the open denim jacket ⚰️, making out, oral (m. receiving), a smidge of soft dom!Tae, Y/N using her teeth 🥴, restraining (with hands), cowgirl, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (a swift talk about BC and STDs is had!)

• Song Inspo: Quick Musical Doodles - Two Feet (Spotify | Soundcloud)

• Notes: When I tell y’all I am TIRED of this man wrecking me 🔪🔪🔪 I didn’t expect all of this from the Elle shoot! It got to me so bad that I started writing the beginning of this in the group chat… 🫣 Thank you to @minisugakoobies @sugalaritae @minttangerines for taking the ride to delulu land with me 💕💕💕 And thanks to @luaspersona for the helpful beta! 😚

• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @jinsquishes @swweetnightt @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae @crisle19 @codeinebelle @ssaboala @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp

You're an assistant on the set of Elle Korea.

You've always been professional, especially since your position involved sprucing up the model at the time. From damn-near naked to partially covered, the human body never fazed you too much.

Until the day Kim Taehyung stepped into the room.

Your eyes were wandering.

Your responses were delayed.

Every time your fingers brushed against his sun-kissed skin, a spark began and traveled to the pit of your belly. And it didn't help that he had a tendency to look you dead in your eyes whenever you were in front of him.

His dark gaze penetrated you every single time.

But you managed to truck on and the rest of the shoot goes smoothly. Well, aside from the one time you almost missed your cue from the director, thanks to wishing you were the flower sticking out of Taehyung’s waistband.

Just as you were packing your bag, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You thought it was your boss and prayed that they didn't notice your slacking today; you had a cruise to go on next month. Opening your mouth with an apology ready, you spun around, only for it to evaporate.

For it was your distraction standing there.

"Hey. Y/N, right?"

Wait, he actually remembered your name? You were so used to 'the helper' or 'that girl' or 'you there' that the courtesy surprised you.

"Yes...Taehyung, right?"

A smile that lifted his cheeks came over his handsome face.

"That's me. Thank you for your help today, you work quick."

No Y/N, don't shuffle your feet like you're some shy schoolgirl.

Oops. Too late.

"Oh, thanks, but it's kind of what I have to do. If I was slow, I definitely wouldn't be here, haha."

You hoped you didn't sound too self-deprecating there, but it seemed to be okay as Taehyung chuckled.

"You have a point there."

Thinking that he was just coming by to pay his gratitude before moving onto whatever else million-dollar celebrities do, you were caught off-guard when he remained steady. For a few seconds, nothing was said as he continued looking you dead in your eyes.

Fuck, he needed to stop with that. Did he know what kind of power his deep brown orbs had?

"Y/N, listen. I need a bit of a favor before I leave for the day."

You blinked.

"You do? What is it?"

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his tight slacks, making the front of his open denim jacket part further, revealing more of that golden skin you kept eyeing up.

"I really liked these outfits. I wanted to see if you could give me the details on them so I could pass them along to my stylist."

Oh? You could do that. Anything to be around this gorgeous man longer.

"Of course! Just follow me to the fitting area, the bags have all the details."

Taehyung directed a box-like smile at you, nodding. You turned and motioned him to follow you down the hall and past people scurrying by with coffee trays and overflowing binders. Reaching your destination, you walked into the room with him, hearing the door shut behind as you made a beeline for the clothing rack along one of the walls.

You studied the cardstock hanging off of the first garment bag before speaking, "Okay, it looks like the red leather jacket you had was Valentino from the Fall/Winter 2023 collec—"

"Y/N."

You were interrupted by a baritone in close distance to your ear, turning your head to jump at how close Taehyung was standing next to you now.

"Y-Yes?"

His full lips curled into a crooked grin.

"I knew what collection that was from before I even got here."

Huh?

"You did?"

"Mhm."

A hand came up to hold yours, removing it from the paper.

That spark from earlier? Yeah, no, that was nothing, because his long and callused fingers against your smaller and somewhat dry ones lit a damn match inside you. And he only made the fire grow with the way his eyes lidded, looking so close to one of the shots that was taken earlier.

"Just wanted to get you alone."

Oh shit.

The air shifted thanks to his confession. The longer your gazes held, the more you forgot that you were at work.

You definitely shouldn't be alone in a dressing room with a famous idol. You definitely shouldn't be forgetting that anyone could bust in at any moment. You definitely should be reminding yourself about that cruise you still had to pay off. You needed this damn job and—

"Y/N."

A shiver ran through you. Damn, his voice.

"Don't think I didn't notice how you were looking at me the whole time."

Oops.

"I-I'm sorry, Taehyung, I shouldn't have been—"

Whatever else you wanted to say was halted when he pressed one of those appendages to your lips.

"Why are you sorry? You think I made you bring me back here for an apology?"

All you could do was stammer, looking undeniably stupid in front of someone who you deemed untouchable. Realizing you were at a loss for words, Taehyung took the reins and moved his finger before leaning down. You felt his wispy bangs brush against your forehead, eyes still on his smoldering gaze.

"If you're not averse to overtime, I'd like to see what's been running through this pretty head of yours."

Nope. This had to be a dream. Or a setup. Maybe that prick Kwan was trying to get you fired so he could get your position.

But...you didn't want to say no.

Licking your lips, you finally found your voice again.

"I...I don't want to get in trouble."

The idol didn't seem fazed, shoulders shrugging as he laid his hands on your hips.

"What happens in this room, stays in this room."

Ah. Well, that was what you would definitely consider a green light.

So you gave your own answer by grabbing the lapels of his jacket, tugging him in for a heated kiss. The next few moments were a blur.

There were hands roaming. His over your comfortable clothes that were starting to feel restrictive over time. Yours going straight for the warm, bare skin underneath the denim, doing your absolute best to remember every bump and dip. How many people would get to say they got to touch Kim Taehyung like this?

At some point, his back was pressed into the wall next to the rack, lips still ravaging your own. Your fingers went on autopilot for his belt, but as soon as you brushed the expensive leather, Taehyung broke the kiss.

"Hold on."

Uh oh. Did he change his mind?

You tried to stave off the disappointment coming on.

"What's wrong?"

He took your hands and pulled them away, but he never let go.

"I know how well these hands of yours work, baby—"

The smirk he gave you should have been illegal in over seventy countries.

"But I wonder if your mouth is just as talented."

Oh.

He had to have felt the way you trembled in his grasp. He had to.

"I mean...I've never had any complaints before."

Taehyung's eyes squinted at your sudden surge of confidence.

"Then don't be greedy. Sharing is caring."

Barely biting back a grin, you waited until he let you go before sinking down to your knees, coming face to face with a tent in his costly slacks. You began reaching for his belt again, only to feel a light swat to your hands. You gaped up at him in shock, only to quiver at the heat directed on you.

"I didn't say you could use your hands, did I?"

What had you gotten yourself into and how could you do it again?

“No, you didn’t.”

Taehyung’s straight teeth flashed dangerously.

“Don’t keep me waiting, gorgeous.”

While those few words rolled off his tongue, he took the opportunity to shift his hips closer to your face. You couldn’t hold back a swallow.

Hopefully, you wouldn’t make an absolute fool of yourself with what you were about to do.

You anchored your palms on your thighs, gripping lightly before you leaned forward, brushing your lips against the cool metal of his belt buckle. Praying that you wouldn’t get any marks on it, you took a hold of the leather with your teeth. You tried your best not to think of how stupid you might have looked, attempting to undo Taehyung’s belt this way.

But his word was absolute; no hands meant no hands.

Finally, you got somewhere, managing to release it from the metal prong before sliding the buckle away. This gave you access to his slacks now, relieved that this part would be much easier.

It was a good thing you only had lip balm on; any kind of stain on the expensive fabric would surely cause you to be reprimanded by your boss.

Your teeth loosened the button from its hole before going for the zipper tab, the sound of the fasteners undoing themselves like music to your ears. You went for his waistband as soon as you were finished, putting more force into your movement this time. With a sharp jerk, you pulled down enough to see a good portion of his briefs.

Just one layer left.

Taehyung seemed to be losing his patience, jutting his hips forward once again. Shooting him a reassuring look, you made quick work of the thin fabric. You barely had time to avoid his cock springing out and hitting you in the eye, face warming at the humored chuckle he gave.

Wanting to wipe the smirk off his face, your mouth engulfed as much of him as possible before giving a harsh suck.

“Shit—”

Lips curling around his length, you gave it your all, throwing in whatever tricks you were familiar with. Taehyung seemed to appreciate the effort, ebony eyes watching you like a hawk and filth-coated praises leaving his mouth.

“That’s it, baby— This what you wanted to do to me the whole day?”

Hopefully the way you fluttered your lashes got the message across.

“Goodness, I hope you’re not like this with every model you work with.”

Now your eyes narrowed, a hand coming up to swat his thigh on instinct. Unfortunately, you didn’t realize your mistake until Taehyung flew out to grab your wrist.

“What did I say, Y/N?”

Forgetting that your mouth was occupied, you began apologizing, but the idol was quick to stop you with his free hand.

“Give me your other arm.”

Your thighs quivered at the commanding tone covering the baritone now, obliging without a second thought. He wrapped his long fingers around your other wrist, keeping your arms up and next to his legs.

“Go on.”

You did not expect him to just take charge like that; the thought only made your pussy clench hard before you continued sucking him off.

For the most part, Taehyung let you do all the work. But sometimes his hips would come to life, taking a moment to give shallow thrusts into the wet heat of your mouth. The rational part of your brain freaked out whenever some of your spit threatened to leak out onto his pants while the horny part relished in the messiness.

Just before a large glob was about to slip past your lips, you felt him release your wrists and pull back to slide out of your mouth. While you were catching your breath, Taehyung helped you stand before walking you over to the couch on the other side of the room. He took a seat, keeping his legs spread as he tugged you by your hips to stand between them.

“Sorry to rush the fun, but my people are going to be looking for me soon.”

His hands already began working at your pants before the sentence was even finished.

“It’s fine.”

As soon as he opened the closures and yanked both waistbands down to your calves, you helped with getting them off your feet. He pushed his own clothing further down his legs and you straddled his lap, shivering at the sensation of his dick under your drenched core.

“You’re okay with this?”

Taehyung’s question took a second to sink in, but you nodded when it did.

“Yeah. I’m clean and safe.”

The man underneath you reflected the nod, hands sneaking around to cup your bare ass.

“Good. You don’t have to worry about getting anything from me, either.”

Your brows knitted jokingly as you felt Taehyung lift you up a bit.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to have to end up going to the media and letting them know that Kim Taehyung is carrying something.”

He merely chuckled, reaching down to guide himself to your entrance.

“And I don’t want to have to go to your boss and tell them about what went down in this room.”

Your mouth parted as you felt him begin to spread you out, words unable to come out until you were fully seated on his lap.

“T-Touché.”

Pleased with your acceptance, Taehyung took a hold of your hips and began pumping up into you. It was torture to have to hold back some of the louder noises you wanted to make, but you did not want to lose this damn job.

Guess you would have to show your appreciation another way.

Managing to balance yourself upright, you laid your palm on his chest, pushing the jacket aside to give you a better look at his torso. Your fingers roamed over the tanned skin, savoring the muscle and tone lying underneath. You took special interest in his stomach, enjoying the faint outline of abs that would show whenever he thrust up.

“Hey, that tickles.”

Your lips curled at Taehyung’s thick protest, sliding your index finger down to trace around his belly button.

“Sorry.”

He merely shook his head as you showed no signs of stopping your trek, digging his nails into your bottom.

“Sure you are.”

Taehyung made sure to get his revenge by pumping harder, forcing you to clap your free hand over your mouth, preventing a loud moan from escaping. He doesn’t slow down over time, fucking into you with abandon as low grunts left him. The model seemed content with watching you bounce above him for the most part. His dark orbs often switched between your face and where your bodies were connected.

The two of you continued until you felt that unbearable coil twisting in your gut, needing something extra to help it snap. Taking a chance, you removed the hand silencing yourself to grab one of Taehyung’s, sliding it between your hips. With a pleading look down at him, he nodded swiftly.

You were sure you tasted blood with how hard you bit on your lip when he started circling your aching clit.

But it was just what you needed, finding yourself getting to that precipice faster than before.

“T-Taehyung—”

Said man continued his movements, eyes steady on your face.

“Keep going, baby. Gonna make me come too—”

His admittance made your pussy quiver, but the excitement took a halt with a sudden thought you had.

“Wait, where are you gonna come?”

“I’ll pull out, don’t worry.”

Oh hell. If he did that, who knows where the mess would end up. While it would be unpleasant if it landed on your own clothes, any trace of semen on his own garments would cause a fiasco.

“Don’t, just— Stay inside, it’s fine.”

Taehyung gaped up at your words. It seemed like he wasn’t going to fight you though, not saying anything more. He let his hips do the talking for him instead.

With a few more steady thrusts and swipes over your bud, you saw stars behind your lids, arching your back and stifling down a cry in your throat. Your nails dug into the firm chest below, needing some sort of anchor as you rode out the tension. You almost missed the sight of Taehyung following behind you, watching as his face screwed up in bliss as ropes of release coated your walls.

His hips came to a stop after some time, his head flopping to rest on the back of the couch as he caught his breath.

“Fuck, that was good…”

You couldn’t speak quite yet, choosing to reflect the sentiment with an unsteady nod. The two of you took a moment to catch your breaths before you tapped his shoulder.

“We should probably get out of here now.”

“Ah.”

You were careful in pulling off of Taehyung’s dick, making sure nothing dripped out. Thankfully, a tissue box was nearby, allowing you to grab a few sheets to clean yourself up. You handed a couple to him as well.

Once you were done, you picked your pants and underwear off the floor, sliding them back on over trembling legs. Taehyung seemed to finish getting himself together at the same time as you, fastening his belt. He looked up at you with a grateful smile.

“Thanks for that, Y/N.”

You scoffed lightly, your own smile coming to the surface.

“I should be thanking you. When I woke up this morning, I didn’t expect to get the opportunity to fuck an idol.”

The taller man laughed at your quip, wispy bangs moving as he shook his head.

“Cross it off your bucket list. Who knows, we might see each other again in the future.”

Taehyung smirked at how flustered you became now, leaning down to plant a kiss on your swollen lips. He whispered against them, “Hell, I wouldn’t mind it. See ya.”

He didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye, heading for the door. Shooting you a wink, he opened it before stepping out and shutting, leaving you all alone in the dressing room now.

Wow.

Did you really just sleep with the Kim Taehyung?

And got away with it?

A short laugh couldn’t help but come out.

Hopefully he was telling the truth when he said that what happened here would stay between the two of you.

Glancing at your watch, you decided to head back to the set to help break everything down. You walked over to the door and placed your hand on the knob.

A sudden realization froze your body and made your gut twist.

The two of you forgot to lock the door.

Motherfucker.

All you could do was sigh and shake your head before leaving; Taehyung better keep his pretty mouth shut.

©bangtanintotheroom, 2023. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

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[darkbluekies]

"Things have been awfully quiet these last days and you've noticed a certain spark in Silas’s eyes. You didn't think much of it before seeing his second in command — whose eyes are normally dead — light up." Oh my God, were they both making this up? Where to propose, how to hold a wedding? Now in my mind's eye these two men behave like a happy stereotypical bride and her faithful friend. They giggle together and imagine where the most romantic place would be, I bet they threw flower petals together at the engagement spot, hahaha. Silas probably wasn't present at the outfit fittings just because it was a bad omen, but most definitely all the clothes offered were pre-selected by him. Or maybe Silas allowed his right hand to do it? Hahahaha

Haha of course they did<3

There's no one in this world he trusts as much as his second in command. SIC is a closer brother to Silas than his real brother. SIC is the only one that's allowed to interact with you with/without Silas, because Silas trusts him so much. He's allowed to call Silas by his first name. Of course Silas wanted to include his best friend on his wedding plans!!

SIC was the one taking you to try wedding clothes, because he knows what Silas would accept etc.

Their friendship is actually extremely cute

[twstbrainrotstuff]

The Malleus Flowers are actually not that depressing.

Flowers have multiple meanings. I know that twitter thread made it seem really depressing but those same flowers have other more common meanings.

I’ll post them under a read more, not the picture so there aren’t spoilers.

White amaryllis: mourning of a loved one. Amaryllis when star-shaped also means pride.

Sempervivum: Its name quite literally translates to “always living” or “always alive. Its a perennial plant that can thrive in harsh conditions. It was also believed to ward off fire and lightning strikes. (haha)

Basil: Originally it meant “hate” but over time was embraced to mean love. Quite fitting for Malleus’s wishes and his journey.

Elderberry: A symbol of the goddess Holle, the goddess of Death and Regeneration. Holle is said to reside in a cold, dark residence at the bottom of a well but is considered to be a kind and benevolent goddess. Just like Malleus lives in a dark and imposing castle but is actually quite nice when you approach him. Elderberry is also said to have the power to bridge the physical world with the spiritual world.

Green Rose: Hope and healing, new beginnings and new relationships, balance. Just like he stated in Glorious Masquerade, Malleus came to NRC with hopes to learn more about humanity and possibly forge new friendships. Roses in particular have multiple meanings, to say that it just means jealousy is very reductive.

Dracaena: Derived from the ancient Greek word, Drakaina, which means “female dragon”. Like both Maleficent and Malleus himself. The plant’s stems also resemble to the color “Dragon’s blood”. The plant is just full of dragon references.

Helichrysum: Forgiving love and Everlasting light. Also eternal love.

Euterpe oleracea: The Açai palm plant. I could not find any specific meaning for this plant. Not destruction, not anything. The only things I could find were that Euterpe is a Greek Muse known for guiding very well known Poets (Malleus does like music and philosophy) and that Açai means “Fruit that cries”.

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[f1letters]

midnight rain | gr63

"chasing that fame, he stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight"

summary: what happens when he decides his career will always be more important than their relationship?

warning: angst, overall just sad, heartbreak, breakup, swearing, mentions of mental health struggles, mentions of hate from fans and media, lowkey toxic George, the beginning of the story takes place at the end of 2021 when George was announced as the new Mercedes driver, happy-ish ending

pairing: george russell x reader

word count: 3.1k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts not only by the reader but also by other people.

well... this story REALLY wanted to be posted, iykyk 🤠 hope the wait was worth it and you enjoy the FINAL version of this story! haha

masterlist

Rain

Life as we know it is made of cycles.

A conversation started with a hello ends with a goodbye. The beautiful birth ends in a painful death. An open door eventually closes. A sunrise in the morning ends in a sunset at the end of the day. Light always ends in darkness.

And love is very similar to this philosophy of nature.

Like the long-awaited magnificent spring flowers, it is born out of nowhere, giving a new colour and a completely new meaning to our lives. It symbolizes a fresh start, a new chance. With it comes enthusiasm, warmth, eagerness. You wake up in the morning happier, looking forward to facing the day ahead. Everything looks better, more colourful, happier.

Spring was in fact beginning when Y/N met George.

She could still remember the 16-year-old boy at the back of the classroom, constantly lost in thought as he stared out the window. His eyes were on the pink blossoms beginning to bloom on the long branches of the old tree in the high school garden. The girl found herself thinking "Why does he look out there so much?" and hence her curiosity arose. She wanted, no, she needed to meet the quiet guy in the class.

She remembered it all too well, and she was convinced that she would never be able to forget it.

She would never be able to forget how no one made her laugh as he did. How his hand fit hers as if they were made for each other. How the scent of his perfume made her heart beat faster.

Young Y/N didn't know if soul mates were true, or a myth created by hopeless romantics. But of one thing she was sure: if anyone was hers, it was George Russell.

Two halves of the same heart made to unite, two souls destined to meet in this life and all the ones to come, two bodies attached by an invisible thread.

However, every spring inevitably leads to cold, harsh winters. Blue skies are replaced by dark clouds. The sun rays by thunder. The flowers by snow. The colour by grey.

Again, love always follows nature's trend and, as time goes by, it too inevitably leads to rain.

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

Years passed and with them went birthdays, anniversaries, Christmases, New Years, family gatherings and vacations. 

With them went births and funerals, laughter and tears, fights and reconciliations.

But although the wind changed with the seasons, one thing that always stayed the same was the passionate way that Y/N unconditionally supported her partner.

Seven years later, the young woman screamed his name from the audience with the same intensity as when she saw him win the first time in Formula 3. Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest with the same anticipation as when she saw him become a Formula 2 champion.

It didn't really matter to her whether he was racing karts or Formula 1 cars, as long as he was happy and fulfilled, and although his world brought cages and fences with it, she never felt so free as when she had him by her side.

Everything suddenly seemed to change with the announcement of George's new contract at reigning champions Mercedes.

With the career opportunity of a lifetime came happiness, gratitude, finally the reward for all the effort not only by him but by everyone who was part of his support system.

But on the other hand, what for some was paradise... for others has become a torturous hell on earth.

All of a sudden, all eyes were on the Brit. All the media wrote about the talented star who was to succeed seven-time champion, Lewis Hamilton. All the attention was on him, and so was all the pressure.

And to be perfectly blunt, George lived for it. The fame, the luxury, the focus on him, it was everything he ever dreamed of. 

He lived for the flashes, for the applause, for the screams of the fans. 

The lights that seemed to blind Y/N were swiftly becoming the cause of the driver's tunnel vision.

My town was a wasteland

Full of cages, full of fences

Pageant queens and big pretenders

But for some, it was paradise

In the midst of all the chaos, the same eyes that put the driver on a pedestal were the ones that threw knives at the innocent girl for simply... Existing.

In the blink of an eye, and with her boyfriend's last season in the Williams team now wrapping up, all of the young woman's movements started to be carefully studied, millimetre by millimetre.

How dare she be so happy and smiling ear to ear when he just finish the race dead last.

Look at that frown on her face when her boyfriend scored points in a weak car like that.

She looks so annoyed to be there, so ungrateful.

She has a millionaire boyfriend and yet she doesn't have the money to hire a decent stylist.

My boy was a montage

A slow-motion, love potion

Jumping off things in the ocean

I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

Everything was a critique. Because she did something, or because she didn't. Because she said this, or because she didn't say that. Because she used a white that was too white, or because she used a black that was too black.

George Russell was a montage, and she was just an accidental stain beside him ruining the perfect picture.

But she tried. 

For him, she tried to be the bride people wanted for him. And nothing hurts more than trying your absolute best and still not being good enough.

George's focus was solely on making his own name in the world of motorsports and Y/N ended up forgotten and overlooked by the man while she was facing a world of hate alone.

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

Suddenly two halves that once made a whole became two pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit together.

She was sunshine, he was midnight rain.

Y/N was sitting on her couch, just like every night. Propped up on her beige pillows, the young woman followed her daily routine of masochism and scrolled through screens and screens of comments about her, mentally taking notes of what could be improved.

She shouldn't do it, and she knew it herself, but the desire for approval and validation from others was more important to her than keeping her heart intact.

The unexpected sound of her doorbell woke her back to the real world and the girl was immediately confused, as she wasn't expecting anyone at that time of night.

The only company she wanted at that moment was the thunder that lit up the living room every couple of minutes.

The woman got up, putting her hands comfortably in the pockets of her sweater, and walked towards the entrance of her apartment. She looked through the silver peephole and a wave of panic ran through her entire body.

Fuck me, the team party.

Amid all the stress, Y/N completely forgot about the invitation until now she saw her boyfriend, in a full suit, standing there looking at the expensive watch on his wrist, indicating that she was fighting a ticking time bomb.

When she opened the door, George let himself in without even looking at her.

"So? We're already late." The man questioned, still with his vision glued to the counted minutes, while Y/N froze in her place, in her pyjamas, not knowing what to say.

"Why aren't you ready?" Russell questioned, confused and slightly upset with the girl. "It's almost midnight."

"Sorry my love, I completely forgot" Y/N answered sincerely, approaching her partner and placing a tender kiss on his cheek.

"How? I told you multiple times." The boy spoke angrily, releasing a frustrated sigh. "Come on. Go get ready quickly so we can get out of here. We're already going to be the last ones to arrive. Good job, Y/N." The irony escaped his tongue.

Although the guilt was already consuming her insides, the emotional exhaustion associated with the team only made her want to stay home more. She didn't have the energy to socialize, to make small talk, to keep up the shiny appearances.

"I don't feel like going, to be honest." The woman confessed, exhausted, crossing her arms in front of her chest defensively.

It came like a postcard

Picture perfect shiny family

Holiday peppermint candy

But for him, it's every day

"You never fucking do." His voice rose in pitch as he brought his hand to her hair, tugging at it, irritated with his girlfriend. "It's excuse after excuse. You never stop to think this shit is important to me and my career."

The words that escaped his mouth fell on the young woman like a bucket of cold water and, like the deafening lightning outside, the darkness charged through her and consumed her utterly.

There was no turning back.

"You must be fucking kidding me. This has to be a joke." She laughed humourless, in disbelief. "I'm the one who doesn't care. Me."

"What the fuck are you trying to say?" His eyes landed on her, sharp as knives. "Come on, say what you want to say. You started it, now you better finish it."

"What I mean is, I'm done with this picture perfect act. I'm tired of doing everything for you and getting nothing in return other than scorn, indifference, cold words." The girl screamed, releasing the feelings she had hidden for so long. "I never demand anything from you, I do what you ask me to do, I go where you want me to go, I act how I should act."

Y/N felt tears form in her eyes as she continued her rant. "All of that and what do I get in return? Nothing. Not even a single thank you. It's like you don't even care about me at all." A sob escaped the girl.

"Don't be dramatic, Y/N. For God's sake." George shook his head, completely dismissing his longtime partner's admissions.

"See?" A sob escaped the girl, now shattered and heartbroken. "It's all about you. I have zero value in this relationship. What are we even doing in it if you only care about your fucking self and Mercedes and Formula 1? I'm nobody in your life. You don't have space for me in your life anymore."

The driver looked dumbfounded at the girl in pyjamas while trying to understand what he was feeling in the face of her accusations.

Ignoring the time and the party that awaited him, George turned his back on his girlfriend, leaving her alone to cry sitting on the edge of her sofa, and went to her balcony, closing the glass door and creating a physical barrier between them.

How did things go so wrong all of a sudden?

Neither of them understood how such a warm, sunny love story could lead to the beginning of such a cold, rainy end.

So I peered through a window

A deep portal, time travel

All the love we unravel

And the life I gave away

'Cause he was sunshine, I was midnight rain

Putting some distance between them at that moment was undoubtedly the only viable option to avoid ruining everything. Although the future of the two was uncertain, both would rather die than tarnish the past that they shared over the years.

One minute became five, five became ten, and ten became twenty. 

In her anticipation, the sound of the clock hands seemed even louder than the thunderstorm on the other side of the window to Y/N.

Eventually, George returned to the living room, with his jacket now over his arm and a few drops of rain running down his forehead, resembling the tears that now also fell from his sad eyes.

Without breaking the deafening silence between them, the boy moved to the sofa and took his place next to the trembling girl, not a word escaping both of their mouths.

They were both afraid, but they knew what inevitably had to happen.

"This isn't working anymore, Y/N." George was the first to speak, sighing. "This is not healthy for either of us."

The young woman's head and heart battled within her.

On one hand, she knew; she knew it was right and she agreed that it would be better to end it there than to ruin something that until then had been wonderful, even with its challenges.

But her heart…the poor thing wasn't willing to give up the one person who she believed to be the love of her life.

The girl stood up abruptly, making Russell's neck turn towards her, caught by surprise. "No, no, it can't be. I'll just go get dressed and we will go to the party and everything will be fi-."

"Y/N." The man got up and grabbed her hands, keeping her at arm's length. "This. Us. It's hopeless. It's for the best."

"You can't do this to me." The girl screamed, full-on crying and sobbing now, in complete denial. "You can't, you just can't. Not after all the life I gave away for you. You can't, George."

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

She couldn't help but think of all the sacrifices she'd made for him, for his success even against her own well-being.

All the long flights she took to the other end of the world to support him no matter what place he ended up in. All the plans she cancelled to attend his celebrations, galas and dinners. All the mental health she put at risk. And now…she was alone, with nothing, no future, no hopes, no goals, no dreams.

She simply couldn't imagine a world where her future didn't involve him.

"This can't be the end…" She whispered, letting her inner thoughts escape.

George let his forehead rest against hers, savouring what they both knew were their last moments.

"I'm sorry for everything, love, I really am. You deserve so much more than this. But we want different things in our lives now, one of us would've ended up unhappy and resentful for having to be the one sacrificing everything."

The girl's silence was more than an answer for George, understanding that she agreed with him, even though both hearts felt like they were being ripped out of their chests at that moment.

The driver lifted his head until his lips reached the top of her head, where he placed a lingering, heartfelt kiss. His eyes closed tightly, trying to prevent more tears from spilling at the sound of the small girl's cries.

George broke away from the girl and, after letting his eyes study her image one last time, he walked to the apartment door and just left, not looking back once.

He knew that if he did he would never be able to make the right thing and let their beautiful story end there.

He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride, I was making my own name

Chasing that fame, he stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight

How to move on when the person you love leaves? Time.

And like the seasons, time moves on.

You learn to get out of bed again in the morning. Getting dressed to go to your family. Gaining motivation to get on the bus and go to work. Accepting invitations to have a drink or go out with friends, even when you want nothing but to stay in bed crying, eating some ice cream.

You don't feel whole all of a sudden, you might still feel like a part of you is missing but you learn to feel... okay.

Time moved forward, and Y/N slowly began to regain her happiness, now depending on no one but her.

Her life went on and she got just what she wanted: anonymity, peace, comfort.

After a year, she never thought of him daily like she used to.

Except when she turned on the TV in her hotel room, after returning from a girls' night in Cancun, and she saw him.

On top of the podium, the driver had finally accomplished his dream of winning a Grand Prix Prix for Mercedes and, with that, add his name in Formula 1's history.

She couldn't help thinking about the "what if"s.

While she would never be able to admit it to another soul, she couldn't help but think about how much she still hoped he was the one.

I guess sometimes we all get

Just what we wanted, just what we wanted

And he never thinks of me

Except for when I'm on TV

Whether haunted by the memories of them or the happiness she could only feel with him by her side, Y/N would survive the heartbreak, and she knew it.

Of course, she still loved him and she believed there would never be a day when she didn't.

But the beautiful thing about love is that you can love someone and want all the success in the world for them… and still go on without them.

What cold, dark, sad winter it was.

But spring always finds a way to come back.

I guess sometimes we all get

Some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted

And I never think of him

Except on midnights like this

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[milimeters-morales]

So my thing with Hobie’s nicknames: I have Hobie call Lyla “Tinkerbell” or “Tink” bc she’s small, has a yellow glow, and has an attitude, so i’m probably just gonna have him base his names off of childrens’ story characters, like for example Jess would be “Kanga” and her unborn baby is “Roo”, Margo I haven’t decided yet since we don’t know much about her movie-self and Hobie wouldn’t have any character to reference bc of her technology, but from what I’ve seen she could have her nickname as something related to The Little Mermaid because while everyone is here in person, she’s in her own dimension in a life she doesn’t really enjoy, but i’m also hesitant to have him think “Cinderella” is a good name because cmon. Her parents argue a lot, and she does use being a vigilante as a form of escape, but that’s implying that they hate her and harm her, and that’s not something Hobie would say without 100% certainty. Maybe he’d just give her a non-character nickname, like Pixie (bc Pixelate, Pixie Dust, Pick-&-Choose, whatever). Okay this is getting long it’s continued under the cut.

I personally don’t like the Gwendy and Peter Pan nicknames he gave Gwen and Miles but i guess it’s cute, but i would’ve preferred something a bit more personal to Miles rather than just in relation to Gwen bc they feel less like their own people then, even tho Peter and Wendy were an adorable duo. I can see Gwen = Wendy bc she ran away from home to a “neverland” that was supposed to be a paradise basically but realizes she can’t stay, or if you take that “Gwen was going to be shot in the stomach” thing some people who worked on the movie said they got rid of and apply it to her “ghost, gwen stacy always falls, forever immortal and taking back control” thing and her relationship with death and the idea of Neverland having dead children so they are “immortal” and “never grow up” it sticks.

But (even if it’s teasing) calling Miles “Peter Pan” doesn’t even make sense because he didn’t lead her here, she led him to the Society (unknowingly). Like people want to shove “sunflower” and “flower” into everything involving Miles so badly and it feels EXTREMELY forced. I feel like Hobie would call him something else, and this is where the name “Bambi” could come in because while Miles hasn’t lost his mother or father, he’s still learning his place in the world while saving countless people now and in the future, and will eventually become a great stag, even if life wasn’t always kind to him. But again, I don’t think Hobie would do that 100% because he doesn’t really know Miles like that. Or, he could go for more recent nicknames and non-character names that are safer, like “Brave Little Toaster/Toaster” for obvious reasons, or “Spark/Bolt/Livewire” that don’t feel as child-like as “Bambi” or as forced as “Peter Pan”

I also have to take into account what things Hobie just might not have seen, because in the setting i’m talking about he’s not living in a houseboat, so he probably doesn’t have much time to see or learn about these fairytales/characters, and it’s based on chance on when he’d know about them. Because I also have to remember that his city is still highly policed and his people are forced to fit into the mold and comply to societal standards and whatnot, so even things as simple and enjoyable as short stories for kids would be heavily controlled. Libraries are fucked in his universe but they’re one of the only “safe” havens. I think it really adds to his attitude about his own life, how he’s much older than these friends despite being like 16-19, and how he feels the most responsible for them no matter how much he denies that and tries to get rid of that feeling. Calling them these nicknames gives him both the feeling of “haha, these little kids are the future and i’m an old man” and “i’m a little kid again!!”

that’s it :3

#to be clear this is all in my fic. so like it’s not really anything i’m applying to canon atsv hobie at all. lmao #me just ranting #that was the lost coherent post of the day people the pain is back and with a vengeance….. #miles morales #spiderman #spider man #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spider punk #ghost spider #spidergwen #gwen stacy #m&m posts #not tagging the others sorry margo lyla jess and jess’s baby

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

i was gonna wait until i finished the bitd and deadlands line-ups before posting these, but i'm not gonna get those done before the final season starts, so might as well bite the bullet now XD woohoo, oxventure d&d designs! i'll go into further detail below the cut for all of my thoughts on these designs and reasoning for smaller details, but for now, just know that i will never draw a cape. i simply cannot do it. hoods and weird draped fabric or nothing XD

okay i put like. waaay too many thoughts into a lot of these small details so im gonna allow myself to geek out here X3 firstly - though they're way too small to read properly, i did the little symbol eye shines i used in my first art for them! dob gets music notes, prudence gets fire, corazón gets hearts, and merilwen gets flowers. i usually draw egbert's pupils pretty thin to resemble a reptile, so he just gets normal eye shines, but i probably could have given him some here... he would get suns if i thought of that

dob - muscular in a wiry and dehydrated way, lol, hence having a more defined stomach/hips despite not being as strong as prudence or egbert. he has sad/down-turned puppy dog eyes at all times because i think the big-eyed endearing look is fitting for him, though i do make them darker blue than his canonical baby blues because i just... like how dark blue eyes look, lol. i'm pretty sure he canonically has the stomach scar, and obviously his facial scar has always been there, but i gave him a couple other ones just to show that hes pretty reckless. and he gets freckles because even though they arent mentioned in the dragon dogma's video, i noticed luke added some and. i like freckles a lot

prudence - i've said this before, but i love the thought of pru getting muscular after the werebear bite <3 i just think she should be a little bit hench. as a treat. once again, the heavy stomach scarring comes from the dragon dogma's video, because i found their design choices in that really fun. i change prudence's outfit the most out of any of the characters, just because her canonical outfit confuses me. i'm really bad at understanding/drawing fantasy wear as is, but her fit... i'm lost entirely XD so i free-balled a bit. her inner sleeves that hook around her fingers are based on jane's various prudence looks, and then the looser outer sleeve is just because i love prudence with a dramatic sleeve. originally the colors were closer to her canon outfit, but it just looked messy without all the details of the original, and then i tried red like jane's prudence looks but it didn't contrast enough with her skin. so i restricted them to just deep purples and black with pops of gold and dark magenta!

corazón - what can i say besides. transgender. LMAO honestly though, besides adding the top surgery scars, i just really like his canon look. i simplified the details, obviously, but i really love his big coat and his tall boots and the earrings and the black-on-black-on-black of it all. i didn't particularly feel like drawing hats when i was doing this, lol, so i stuck with a red bandana instead. the beads that are strung from it are black, red, purple, green, and yellow to match their guild's canonical color associations/the colored name plates they get in later seasons :] because corazón is the sentimental sort, even when he won't say it. also he gets a little cateye for his eyeliner, i dunno if i've ever said why i do that before haha

egbert - egbert my dearly beloved. literally just his canon look except he has la vache mauve on his tunic instead of fire! and the nose spikes i give him, i guess, but i forget those aren't canon. i actually usually draw him in mike's egbert get up, with the black robes and the golden dragon sigil, but i kinda wanted to move away from that to lean more into the end of legacy of dragons, where egbert fully commits to never going back to the dragon d'or. also i just love drawing little cow heads <3 also! i like the idea that rather than typical scar tissue, dragonborns grow thicker scales over places where they've been injured. so the thicker patches of small scales on egbert's body are meant to be scars! including his kidney scar, lol. the larger scales and the ones on his face were always there though, that's just dragonborn biology baby

merilwen - if i said i based merilwen's body on cartoon bears, would you forgive me... i just think it's cute LOL tummy <3 for the final dragon dogma's video reference, that's where her freckles and tattoos come from. ellen was right, merilwen with floral tattoos fucking rules. who am i to deny it. as a hairy woman myself, i also like making merilwen a hairy woman. she's a hippie, she would NOT shave. i also really love the red earrings she wears in her canon art, so i tried to carry that through to some other small parts of my drawing for her, and landed on the bands she has on her pants as well as the odd feather for her arrows. fun archery fact, for those who may not know - in modern archery at least, you usually will have a differently colored feather (or for my arrows, rubber fins lol) that indicate how youre meant to string the arrow! so i took advantage of that to give merilwen some more red, hehe

#oxventure #dob the half orc bard #prudence the tiefling warlock #corazón de ballena #egbert the careless #merilwen the wood elf druid #I really wanted to post all the line ups at once but I have fallen ill XD #and I’m busy tomorrow. so drawing is not in the cards for a bit #I’ll try and finish those soon 👍

[creepercraftguy]

The 100 Girlfriends with Really, Really, Really, Really, REALLY Stupid Names.

AKA: Everyone in this manga has a name that's a pun or a play on words like Ace Attorney and I'm gonna explain them to you from GF 1 to 28.

Aijou Rentarou - The first syllable of both his names, "Ai" and "Ren" are both spelled with different kanji for "love." "Rentarou" means "Feeling Love."

Hanazono Hakari - "Hana" means "flower" or "blossom" and "zono" means "garden". Her surname is a reference to the expression "Atama ga Ohanabatake," literally meaning, "flower garden in the head." This phrase is used to describe someone who is constantly delusional and imaginative, referring to her lustful daydreams and delusions along with the flower-shaped hairpins that she wears as a part of her character design. "Hakari" is also a homophone for "plan," highlighting her devious nature and scheming brain.

Inda Karane - Karane's full name is derived from a highly typical Japanese tsundere sentence "betsu ni anta no tame ni yattenain dakarane!" ("It's not like I did it for you or anything!") The "In" in "Inda" also means "hospital" which is where she keeps sending Rentarou.

Yoshimoto Shizuka - Yoshimoto can translate to "Lover of Books" and "Shizuka" literally means "quiet."

Eiai Nano - "Eiai" is derived from "A.I." and "Nano" is derived from "Nanotechnology," alluding to her straightfoward, computer-like intellect and mechanistic demeanor.

Yakuzen Kusuri - "Yakuzen" means "medicinal cooking" in literal translation, while "Kusuri" is a homophone for the Japanese word for drug or medicine.

Hanazono Hahari - Her name is the same meaning as Hakari's, fitting since she is also very deluded. Hahari also contains the word "Haha," which also means "mother."

Haraga Kurumi - The "Hara" in "Haraga" means stomach, referring to Kurumi's incredible appitite.

Meido Mei - "Meido" literally means "Maid"

Sutou Iku - Iku's full name is pronounced similarly to the Japanese word "sutoikku", meaning "stoic", as a testament to her high pain threshold.

Utsukushisugi Mimimi - "Utsukushi" means "Beauty or Beautiful" Additionally, "Mimimi" has the kanji for "Beauty or Beautiful" twice, and employs the noma kanji, which repeats the kanji that comes before it. In her full name, the word "Beauty" is written in Kanji three times, and her family name and given name are pronounced in On'yomi and Kun'yomi, respectively. There are technically four counts if the Noma Kanji is counted. Therefore, her name can be interpreted as meaning "extremely beautiful."

Kakure Meme - "Kakure" means "to hide", and the "Me" in "Meme" means "eye," so her full name effectively means "two hidden eyes." The "Ka" in "Kakure" can also mean "splendor or flashiness" referring to the beuatiful face that she keeps hidden under her bangs as to not draw attention to herself.

Iin Chiyo - Highlighting Chiyo's position at her school, her full name written in hiragana strongly resembles the second half of the Japanese word for "class president," - "gakkyuu iinchou." "Chiyo" also has the kanji for "award" and "wisdom," and "Iin" has the kanji for "school" or "institution."

Yamato Nadeshiko - The phrase "yamato nadeshiko," describes the "personification of the idealized Japanese woman." Typically, a yamato nadeshiko is modest and courteous, with long, dark hair that is frequently styled nicely. They wear traditional Japanese attire, and they resemble the kind of woman Naddy's family attempted to turn her into before she rebelled and became obsessed with America. "Yamato" is a term for ancient Japan, and a Nadeshiko is a kind of pink carnation whose name translates to "Japanese Dianthus"

Yasashiki Yamame - "Yasa" means "gentle" or "affectionate", and "shiki" means "spreading" or "laying out" like one would do with seeds in a field. "Sashiki" spelled in a different kanji also means "cutting and planting." "Yamame" can literally be translated to mean "Mountain Woman" referring to Yamame's large size, but "mame" can also mean "hardworking" or "healthy" and "legume" which means "vegetable."

Momi Momiji - "Momimomi" is an informal way of saying squeeze or massage. "Momu" also means "to massage."

Yakuzen Yaku - Like Kusuri, the word "yakuzen" literally means "medicinal cooking," and her first name contains the same word, albeit written in a different kanji. Kusuri even mentions this in the manga directly, to which Yaku responds that her mother named her after her favourite tree, Yakusugi Cedars. Furthermore, when written using the Goroawase wordplay system, Yaku can be written with the numbers 8 and 9 ("Ya" and "Ku"), referring to how she is 89 years old.

Torotoro Kishika - "Torotoro" is a Japanese onomatopoeia that describes something becoming loose and viscous, which refers to the state Kishika enters when she is babied. Kishika also directly translates to "Flower Knight"

Kedarui Aashii - "Kedarui" means languid, listless or feeling sluggish and "Ashi" a slang version of the pronoun, "atashi" often used by gals. Beyond just Japanese, Aashi means "smile" in Hindi, which makes sense given the constant smile she bears on her face.

Nakaji Uto - The kanji for Nakaji is also used in the word "Chuunibyou," a colloquial term from Japan used to characterize early teens with grandiose delusions, a strong desire to stand out, and the conviction that they possess knowledge or secret hidden powers, i.e. exactly what Uto is. "Uto" is also an alternative interpretation of the kanj "shijin," which translates to "poet."

Meido Mai - Similar to Mei, Mai's surname, "Meido" is pronounced in Japanese similarly to how "maid" is. However, it is spelled with the wrong kanji, which could highlight how Mai is an inexperienced maid in comparison to the perfect maid that is Mei. "Mai" can also mean "little sister."

Bonnouji Momoha - The "Bonnou" in Bonnouji means "worldly desires," and "Momoha" means "108" referencing the 108 worldly desires of Buddhist terminology.

Baio Rin - Her full name is a pun on how the word for "violin" is pronounced in Japanese, but also sounds like the world "violent" or "violence." Her name is also a reference to "Biohazard" the Japanese name of the violent horror shooter game series, Resident Evil.

Hifumi Suu - "Hi Fu Mi" literally means "1 2 3" in the Goroawase wordplay system. Suu also means "number."

Kaho Eira - Kaho's name is a pun on "Capoeira" the style of Brazilian martial arts that she practices.

Nekonari Tama - Nekonari contains the kanji "Neko" and "Naru", which when put together means "to become a cat." Tama means "beads" but is also a homophone for "ball" referring to how cats like playing with balls of yarn.

Saiki Himeka - "Sai" means "talent," "ki" means "strange." "Hime" means "princess" and ""ka" means "song." Himeka uses the first kanji of her first name and the second kanji of her last name for her stage name, "Kiki," literally translating to "weird princess" or "strange princess."

Dei Matsuri - "Matsuri" literally means "festival," and "Dei" is derived from the ending particle of Edo dialect speech. "Dei" effectively replaces the standard ending particles "desu" and "da," emphasizing Dei's cockney English dialect.

Usami Shiina - Usami is a short abbreviation of "Usagi no Mimi", which means "bunny ears." Additionally, her full name is a pun on "Ū samishī na" which means "Ugh, I'm so lonely," naturally referring to how Shiina is unable to engage in solo activities due to her autophobia

#the 100 girlfriends who really really really really really love you #kimi no koto ga daidaidaidaidaisuki na 100 nin no kanojo #aijou rentarou #hakari hanazono #inda karane #shizuka yoshimoto #nano eiai #kusuri yakuzen #hahari hanazono #kurumi haraga #mei meido #iku sutou #mimimi utsukushisugi #meme kakure #chiyo iin #yamato nadeshiko #yamame yasashiki #momiji momi #yaku yakuzen #kishika torotoro #kedarui aashii #uto nakaji #mai meido #momoha bonnouji #rin baio #suu hifumi #eira kaho #tama nekonari #himeka saiki #matsuri dei

[satoshi-mochida]

Some games I hope get a localization announcement in 2024

Due to the new 30 image limit, I had to change the list a bit.

From previous years:

Ciel Nosurge DX /Ar Nosurge DX(Please, Koei Tecmo/Gust)

Asatsugutori

Kochira, Haha Naru Hoshi Yori

Murder Detective: Jack The Ripper

Buddy Mission: BOND

AIR for Switch

Knights in the Nightmare Remaster

Medabots Classics Plus(it seems there was a weird legal issue about a scam company using the Medarot name for NFT crap that was settled in the actual owner's favor recently)

Yoru, Tomosu

Memories Off Historia Vol. 1 and Memories Off Historia Vol. 2

Death Match Love Comedy!(set in the same world as Raging Loop)

Yokai Watch 4/4++(Level 5 seems to be hopefully getting a second wind, so maybe this will come over, too)

Dragon Quest X Offline

Blue Reflection Sun(I'm mostly interested in this just for the story details from before Blue Reflection: Second Light. I think someone on the Blue Reflection wiki might be translating/summarizing the story, though.)

Kanon for Switch

 Mizen Tantei: The Protea Cases

Gensou Shoujo Wars

Gizoku Tantei Nosuri

Kanda Alice mo Suiri Suru.

New additions.

Fitness Boxing feat. Hatsune Miku: Isshoni Exercise

Riviera: The Promised Land Remaster

Xicatrice

Murder Mystery Paradox: Fifteen Years of Summer

Yggdra Union 3-in-1 Special Edition

Natsu-Mon: 20th Century Summer Vacation

Hayarigami 1-2-3 Pack

Bar Stella Abyss

The witch of the Ihanashi

everlasting flowers

Suspects Room: Keishichou Monzen Sho Torishirabe Han

 

Bonus:

SINce Memories: Off the Starry Sky

Magatsu Barai

Amnesia World for Nintendo Switch

Heaven Burns Red

To All of Mankind(with fixed bug and DLC issues)

Exile Election

Revue Starlight visual novel

Hoping for more information on Fate/Extra Record; there hasn't been any in a while(that I'm aware of).

I put some of Nippon Ichi's VNs from a few years ago on here in the off chance that, after bringing Process of Elimination over, they'd be willing to bring more over, too.

It's nice to see a bunch that were on last year's list actually got brought over or are in the process of coming over.

...seriously, KT, please bring Ciel Nosurge DX/Ar Nosurge DX over.

#long post #Localization wish list #Ciel Nosurge #Ar Nosurge #Asatsugutori #Kochira Haha Naru Hoshi Yori #Murder Detective: Jack The Ripper #Buddy Mission: BOND #AIR Visual novel #Knights in the Nightmare #Medabots #Medarot #Yoru Tomosu #Memories Off #Death Match Love Comedy #Yokai Watch #Dragon Quest X #Blue Reflection Sun #Kanon #Mizen Tantei #Gensou Shoujo Wars #Gizoku Tantei Nosuri #Kanda Alice mo Suiri Suru #Fitness Boxing feat. Hatsune Miku: Isshoni Exercise #Riviera: The Promised Land #Xicatrice #Murder Mystery Paradox: Fifteen Years of Summer #Bar Stella Abyss #Yggdra Union #Natsu-mon

[son1c]

answering some questions about my oc, fibula, for the @sonic-oc-showdown :]

🌼 - How old are they?

he was 16 when he died and will remain 16 forever!

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

;)

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

chaos energy... although he's always had a soft spot for green apples and will still eat them sometimes just for fun, even though they don't do anything for his undead stomach anymore. same deal with green apple lollipops. he's big on those. and the caramel apple lollipops too!

💼 - What do they do for a living?

i wouldn't really call it "a living" but he DOES work for eggman. since eggman is the one who revived him, he kinda feels like he owes the guy.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

he REALLY loves to scare people. he gets a kick out of people's terrified reactions to his undead appearance. he goes about it in a really hammy, halloween-haunted-house type of way. in fact, i can imagine him hiding IN a haunted house, pretending to be an animatronic or something, but nope! there goes his head, rolling on the floor...

one of his more mundane hobbies, though, is something he carried over from when he was a live--magic tricks! specifically card tricks, and other relatively simple sleight of hand stuff.

🎯 - What do they do best?

fibula is super strong! he can flip cars with his bare hands. he wasn't always this strong, but being undead has its perks.

🥊 - What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

he likes to cause problems on purpose <3 it's exciting for him to see the pandemonium that ensues. a big part of the reason why he stays with eggman is because it's FUN for him to be a villain.

on the flip side, though, he also loves to take naps. this dude would marry a sunbeam if he could fr.

as for what he hates to do... probably think? haha. but really, to slow down and actually think about stuff agitates him a lot.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

a lot of his time spent alive was pretty bleak. he doesn't look back fondly on most of it. however, any memory with his sister he holds close to his heart. she was his sunshine in an otherwise gray life. sometimes, he wonders what happened to her... but then he forces himself to stop thinking about it.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

dying. even though he's glad it happened, it still wasn't fun in the moment. he's thankful his zombified body can't feel pain the same way it used to, so he never has to experience agony like that again.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

horror... and comedy

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

he/him menace, interested in whatever can get his adrenaline pumping the fastest

🙌 - How many siblings does your OC have?

just one, a sister named femur.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

nonexistent. they're dead.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

his design + concept! i'm really proud of how it turned out, and i think a pink zombie hog is a really interesting idea that could totally fit into the sonic world with how i've incorporated it via chaos energy. :]

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

hahahaha

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

yes, two. the first one is flowers. and the second one is buses. i also have this thing i like to think about where he's scared of amy, specifically because of her name (rose) LOL

🍩 - Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

shadow t. hedgehog babey!!!

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

since 2020, so for 3 years :)

#fibula the hedgehog #wheeeee!!!! #long text post

[bl4cktourmaline]

🏮 . 月 — day four featuring yoisaki kanade

knock knock!

heres some mail!

ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊ 💌

⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...anon is typing... ♡

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

❝Happy birthday mod mafuyuu! For the event can I request a number 4 with kanade? Please and thank you!!❞

━━❝ I can't make you happy... I'm sorry ❞

Content warning ! This fic contains/mentions of death[implied suicide]. If it makes you uneasy, please do not read this. Thank you..

SNIP SNIP SNIP!

Scissors could be heard in the background. Kanade was currently at a florist shop buying some flowers.

They were your favourite..

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"Hey Kanade?! What is your favourite flower?"

"Eh? Why the random question?"

"I was kind of thinking of making us flower crowns~! As a way to symbolize our friendship"

You happily exclaimed while flashing a big smile.

"Now come on! Are you going to tell me or not?!"

"Oh, it's white carnations.."

"The flower that symbolizes purity and sweetness? That really fits your description too Kanade!"

Kanade's cheeks turned a little red once she heard about your compliment. Surely she doesn't fit the flower's resemblance at all right..?

Kanade then proceeded to shake her head.

"I don't think I fit that flower's description at all.. I don't think I'm pure or sweet."

"Are you kidding?! You have a heart of gold, always putting other people first before you..! Sigh, if only I could be like you."

"Haha, you don't need to be like me [name]. I love you just the way you are.. Well then what are your favourite flowers?"

"Chrysanthemums! They're just so pretty~!"

"And what do they symbolize?"

"Oh! Erm, happiness and well-being!"

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If only Kanade had searched up what Chrysanthemum really had meant..

Now, she was in front of a grave tying flowers together with a thread.

Upon finishing the flower crown, she placed a white flower crown on her head while putting the chrysanthemum one on the grave.

"..Happy Birthday [name].."

"..I can't make you happy.. I'm so sorry.."

As more tears started flowing down one by one.

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌 You receive a letter from X !

↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

I'm not going to lie, I was a bit scared writing this as it is a heavy subject so I hope I did this fic justice. Also, if you're struggling, please seek help because suicide is not the answer. There is at least one person out there who really cares for you.

Stay safe and hydrated everyone. ^^

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[squeakadeeks]

Every time I look on your blog you do an amazing job at whatever hobby/craft you’re doing, and this time ITS DOLL CUSTOMIZING I’m genuinely so happy also EXTREMELY IMPRESSED!! They look so good I need to read your story and lore

THANK YOU ;-; it means a lot!! i really enjoy working on all kinds of things and getting fresh crafts on my table as often as possible haha.

alsoooo if you are interested in the story and lore of Alliacea, i do have a write up explaining the setting that I can go ahead and share below! its unfinished and a little messy but it explains the core ideas and plot.

main characters Bohai, Lamerei, Begonia, Mrysin, Pacific, and Mansoa.

Alliacea is about a magic island in an oceanic pocket realm inhabited by islanders that embody characteristic parts of the environment like the tides, the forest canopy, flowers, birds, etc. The main character, Mansoa, ends up on the island as an early teen after being physically lost at sea and emotionally unsure of her sense of self simultaneously while confronting the idea of an early death. This led to her being ""lost in more ways than one"", which is the critical requirement to arrive at Alliacea. Now in her 20’s, she remains a regular human, unclaimed by any part of the island. 

This provides a clash since if you end up on Alliacea and you cant fit in, the island finds a place for you by converting you into a part of it, such as morphing you slowly into a rock, fruit tree, flock of birds, etc, forcing you to find balance and peace. Most inhabitants are able to reach acceptance before this process is completed. However, Mansoa found a way to stay on the island by making her own role as the outsider. Her custom ecological niche as an odd man out worked for years, but over time it caused progressive problems. Namely as Mansoa shifts out of adolescence and into her full adulthood, she has to confront the long term sustainability of her sense of self being defined solely as “different”. 

The conflict between Alliacea wanting to make everyone a part of it, and Mansoa's place being distinctly not a part of it, causes the island to begin eroding. Rifts form in the main island, plants struggle to grow, the tide swells and becomes violent as the island slowly begins to sink until the paradox can be resolved.

Mansoa must understand why Alliacea is beginning to come undone, and subsequently how to solve it as the other avatar islanders work to quell their respective elements. This poses a uniquely difficult challenge for the co-lead, Pacific as his element is the tide, the primary threat to the island. Pacific had a similar role to Mansoa, as he struggled to fit in with the community and often preferred isolation. However this was less of a behavior he adapted because he didn't belong and more his method of managing his intense fear of other people, which he understood well and accepted long ago. Pacific had previously kept to himself in the tides, coming out occasionally to socialize with his few trusted close friends (namely Mansoa, Begonia, and Bohai.) However his overwhelming fear of people is part of why the ocean becomes so turbulent, and in order to thwart the primary threat to the island, he has to overcome that fear. 

Whereas Pacific’s challenge is to solve a problem he knows/is related to his fear of people, Mansoa has a much harder task of first understanding the root cause. The island begins to fall apart after a community dinner, where as the other islanders celebrate and socialize, a deep pit begins to form within Mansoa where she realizes her approach of “I’m not like the others” is making her progressively more and more unable to connect to people and unhappy. 

After the first devastating event on the island, a gate opens near the shore and an emissary of the island named Mrysin arrives. With their arrival, they provide the insight that the problems on the island must be solved by the representatives of that particular element, but the island will only get worse and worse until the main problem is solved. 

The story progresses as each of the main characters, Bohai, Lamerei, Begonia, Pacific, and Manosa have to apply their unique perspectives on self acceptance to stabilize their respective elements. Bohai is the open sea, which was causing turbulent storms (manifesting his manic, bombastic, and energetic personality), Lamerei being the forest floor becoming too dense and uninhabitable (a sometimes smothering big brother nature), Begonia managing fruit and flower blooms (committing yourself towards helping others but not so much that you struggle as well).

Pacific, Mansoa, and Mrysin explore issues that are less about self acceptance, and more about changing parts of your approach to the world and your idea of self. 

Pacific has to learn that his coping mechanism of avoidance and isolation is inherently unhealthy, but it doesn't mean that the alternative of forced socialization and extrovertedness is any better. He has to tackle an imposing and frightening challenge of calming the tides alone (my analogy for formidable parts of life that can only be done by you, such as living with chronic illness, work stress/responsibilities, processing past trauma, etc). However he does have to utilize his connections with others to motivate the fight, as he’s tried and failed in the past when his world was small and only included his own perspectives. He has to challenge his previously accepted way of life and adjust to a new strategy of not completely removing others from his life, but understanding how to balance letting others in without overexerting himself and accepting that bad things will happen/people will hurt you, but its still better than the alternative. 

Mansoa provides the main friction as she has to understand the big picture in an art gallery she told herself never to look at. At first she believes there's a problem with the island community itself. As she tries to investigate further, she realizes more and more how isolated she let herself become from others, which is what makes her see that it was her decisive othering that is causing the clash. After realizing the problem, she attempts to integrate more with the community around her, but struggles to make sense of who she is outside of her previous way of life. She tries repeatedly to find a way to bring forward the only idea of self she’s ever known into a more social lifestyle. She fails many times and becomes frustrated and hopeless. (ie You cant make friends if your whole identity is “i dont have friends”....never minding the fact that she's had friends this whole time lol). After wondering if her failure to connect is a sign that she was never meant to be there/have friends at all, the island begins to fall into complete chaos, and is only resolved by Mansoa and Pacific fighting to keep the island’s gate whole. Eventually she realizes that the only way to move forward is to truly abandon her previous, self-centered idea of the world and herself, and adapt and accept a more humble, flexible, “being like other people isnt a bad thing” vision.

#alliacea

[sakumz]

 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ s. izumi x fem reader ]

tw❗: slight ooc ?

" IZUMI OH MY GOD! " you burst out laughing when you caught sight of the small boy, trying to wear lipstick.

" s-SHUT UP! get out of the room too! " he screams, his face a slight rosy red as he drops the lipstick and attempts to push the person older by two years from him out of the room.

oh how embarrassing those childhood memories were, and having you, a famous model and someone he painfully admires see him like that. you could've used those memories of him doing dumb things at that age for blackmail since those memories hunts him knowing, you witness some too.

" hmm? zumi-kun, there's flowers here for you. how cute there's a little letter here too- " before arashi could end her sentence the letter was snatched out of her hands by the grey haired boy with blue crystal eyes.

" tch don't touch things that aren't for you please and put those flowers somewhere, those flowers aren't just for me probably... " he mumbles the last part as he curiously inspects the letter before opening it and whispers whatever he sees.

" to little zum zum-kun hehe, what a stupid name indeed. ah how cute you were back then!! but now you're more handsome than cute nooo but I guess the handsome-ness makes up for it. oh my I'm talking too much waah. anyways you were amazing as always, you're even an outstanding idol now!! congrats and as always don't push yourself, we've never really talk that much anymore ever since we went our separate ways. sorry for leaving you like that back then and I in no ways and means deserve seeing and expecting our broken relationship to ever fix back. this is goodbye for now and ever haha, you're happy aren't you? bcs you hate me alot back then and you won't stop telling me that with every chance you get. Well, see ya around if ever... - bleh "

" huh senas crying!! " leo says as all heads in knights turn to face their fellow Knights mate.

" I'm not! shut up, where's the person who deliver this? did you see them naru? " izumi questions.

" um it was someone wearing a motorcycle helmet- " before she could finish her sentence, izumi stood up and rush out of the backstage room.

he ran outside and caught sight of a familiar hair colour person with a hat over their face, facing the sky, sitting on one of the many benches outside the place knights were performing in.

" y-you! l/n-senpai? " izumi calls out, getting a satisfied hum from the girl as she remove the hat from her face before smiling cheekily at the male.

" hahaha that's cute l/n-senpai, why not big sister? oh my were you crying? your eyes are puffy " you calmly pointed out leaving the boy to flustered and cover his face with his hands.

" I'll never call you that, its not fitting for you and shut up with me crying, I wasn't crying for you! " he replies.

" damn I see hahaha, I guess it really doesn't huh-c"

" look and listen here closely, I'll only say it once, l/n-senpai no y/n. I don't care about the past or what nonsense you did back then, I figured everything you did had meaning. you don't deserve blames or backlash, you're just trying to live life to the fullest too. you told me to live life the way I want so please don't leave me again, " he says in a quiet tone.

" little zum zum so adorable ahhh guess, the fashion show has to find another model and I'll be staying in Japan a little longer than I expected hehe, "

" don't call me that and don't skip work just to see me! "

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a/n : I'm.. its still burnout season sigh 🥱

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[drstonetrivia]

Birthdays!

I compiled what I found to be the most character-relevant and/or funny reasons for everyone's birthdays, however unless Inagaki Sensei confirms the reasoning behind them, these are all assumptions!

Senku - 1/4 - A pun on Ishigami, as 1-4 can be read as i-shi, meaning stone. If you've forgotten about this, then I recommend rereading chapter 56!

Luna - 1/30 - Anniversary of Orville Wright (of the Wright brothers)'s death. This may also be another pun, as 3-0 can be read as mi-zero, and the kanji for charm is 魅 (=mi) which could mean Luna has "zero charm". Another option is reading it as 1-3-0, i-mi-zero, or "zero meaning", which hopefully isn't a hint of how useful this birthday-meaning endeavor is…

Related, Luna didn't seem to be born under a full moon either so that's not the reason behind her birthday.

Yo - 1/31 - This is a big logic leap, however: 1 can be read as "ichi", or 位置 meaning position. Putting the 3+1 into context, we have Yo mentioning the "big 3" + himself as the Four Heavenly Kings, giving us Yo as the 4th in a position of power.

I couldn't find any way of making the date fit an exclamation like "Yo!" or "Uei!", but the "ue" (上) part of his name means "up" which fits the theme of positioning.

Chrome - 2/4 - The element chromium has the atomic number 24. I'm pretty confident this was the inspiration, however it's also a month after Senku's birthday!

Kaseki - 2/9 - Another logic jump: copper's atomic number is 29. The era after the Stone Age is the Chalcolithic, or Copper Age. Since Kaseki is the village's most skilled craftsman, it could be implying that Kaseki brought them out of the Stone Age into the next era.

Amaryllis - 2/14 - Valentine's Day. It's also chocolate day in Japan, which suits the sweet seductress that she is :)

Homura - 3/3 - Can be read as "san-san", which means brilliant or bright. As the name Homura means flame, this is fitting.

Ibara - 3/23 - I couldn't find anything of interest, even when checking the blossoming of thorny plants (Ibara means thorn after all). A little disappointing honestly :(

Yuzuriha - 3/31 - The end of the fiscal year in Japan and sometimes the last day of school. Had she been born 2 days later she'd be in a different grade to Senku and Taiju!

It's also the International Transgender Day of Visibility.

Gen - 4/1 - April Fool's Day, as well as the day Senku, Xeno, and probably several other Americans broke out of petrification after 3,700+ years. An inversion of Senku's birthday (1/4 and 4/1).

Great job to everyone who guessed the date before it was officially revealed!

Taiju - 4/2 - Likely the oldest one in Senku's school year because of Japan's birthday/grade division. 4-2 can also be read as "shi-ni" meaning "death", which could be related to everyone closest to Taiju dying at some point (both his parents are dead, Senku's died once, Taiju himself was likely dead and Yuzuriha wasn't looking too great in Corn City). If we want to push further though, "death" in Latin is "mori", and "mori" means forest in Japanese, tying in to Taiju's tree theme.

With Yuzuriha, Gen, and Taiju all having their birthdays right after one another, it seems like all of Senku's closest friends have their birthdays together.

Ginro - 4/7 - The element silver has the atomic number 47, similar to Chrome's birthday being the atomic number for chromium.

Ruri - 4/14 - Potentially another ishi/stone reference because of the 14, but it's also the Takayama/Sanno festival wishing for a good harvest. A more modern celebration is Orange Day, where romantic partners from Valentine's and White Day trade orange-colored gifts.

Ironically, orange blossoms are meant to represent prosperity and luck in marriage in flower language… Poor Ruri haha

Kokuyo - 4/19 - Another pun using numbers: 4-1-9 or "shi-i-ku", meaning breeding. Breeding Day is a day to celebrate the work of zookeepers and get people interested in zoos.

The other celebration on this day is the Furukawa festival, one of the three naked festivals. Men in loincloths (fundoshi) fight for the prime location near the central drum being paraded through town. The parade lasts the whole night.

Moz - 5/5 - Children's Day, also part of Golden Week. It's a day to celebrate children's happiness and their personalities. Before 1948, it was also used to recognize fathers, which is ironic given Moz attempted to kill his father when he was 7.

Carlos - 5/30 - Anniversary of Wilbur Wright (of the Wright brothers)'s death, matching Luna. Similarly, the numbers also spell something out: 5-3-0 is "go-mi-zero", or "zero garbage". Whether this means that Carlos is garbage and a zero, or that he's /not/ garbage, I can't tell.

This is also a proper day of celebration in Japan for cleaning up waste.

Ukyo - 6/5 - World Environment Day. (I have recommendations for when Ukyo's birthday should have been instead: 3/3 sounds like "mi-mi", meaning "ear", = his sonar skills. The other date is 9/8, read as "ku-ya", as the kanji for bow (弓) can be read as "ku" and arrow (矢) is "ya".)

Joel - 6/10 - Anniversary of Time. It commemorates the first time-keeping water clock in Japan, open to the public.

Minami - 6/21 - The day after Riichiro Inagaki's birthday, as well as the summer solstice. It's also Refrigerator Day in Japan, a day to check your fridges before the hot summer arrives. Or in Minami's case, to check on Tsukasa…

Max - 6/30 - Asteroid Day, for global awareness about the risks of asteroid impacts. 6-3 can also be read as "mu-mi", which means "tasteless" (無味). Not sure how the zero fits in though…

Luna, Max, and Carlos also all have birthdays that fall on the 30th of the month. What the significance of that is is unclear, apart from the fact that their dates can all create words.

Kirisame - 7/7 - The Tanabata festival, a celebration for two star-crossed lovers, generally celebrated by writing wishes on paper and hanging them from a bamboo tree. It's also World Chocolate Day!

Kinro - 7/9 - The element gold has the atomic number 79, similar to Chrome's and Ginro's birthdays being their atomic numbers.

Kohaku - 8/8 - A day full of puns, as 8-8 can be read as either "ha-ha" or "ba-ba", meaning father and grandmother respectively, but "ha" also means teeth and "hachi" (=another way of reading 8) means "bee"… The list goes on.

It's also World Cat Day! :3

Magma - 8/22 - The kanji for 8 looks like a volcano (八) which is probably the logic behind choosing August. 2 can also be read as "fu", and "fufu" is the equivalent of "hehe" laughter in English. In rare cases, 2 can also be read as "ha", which could be referencing Magma's "muhaha!" It's also the International Day Commemorating the Victims of Acts of Violence Based on Religion or Belief…

Nikki - 8/31 - 831 is shorthand for "I Love You", as it has 8 letters, 3 words, and 1 meaning. It's also good for hiding your embarrassment if you struggle to say (or type, or send via Morse code) the words themselves…

Stanley - 9/1 - The anniversary of the establishment of the US's Air Force Space Command, which is now part of the United States Space Force, the American military counterpart to NASA.

Suika - 9/9 - Chrysanthemum Day, an ancient festival in Japan, also known as the Festival of Happiness. It's also First Aid Day, the Katakai fireworks festival, and the day Kiku No.1 was launched by NASDA (now JAXA). The latter is interesting because it's quite round, like Suika!

Matsukaze - 9/15 - Respect For The Aged Day. Sometimes the date varies, but as Matsukaze is a man who follows the Bushido code, this seems fitting.

Xeno - 10/1 - NASA's first day of operations, as well as NASDA's day of establishment, then later JAXA's. An all-around good day for national space agencies. Also falls on International Coffee Day, I wonder if they're connected…

Byakuya - 10/8 - Byakuya's literal name. The kanji for "byaku" (百) is 100, and 8 can be read as "ya", creating 108, or 10/8.

Tsukasa - 10/10 - World Mental Health Day, as well as World Day against the Death Penalty. Ironic given the plot of Stone wars. It's also Public Bath Day and Fishing Day.

Ryusui - 11/11 - Desiring the best of everything, Ryusui's birthday is obviously #1…111. It's also Pocky Day, I wonder if he uses that fact to flirt with people/play the pocky game?

Hyoga - 11/30 - Day of Remembrance for all Victims of Chemical Warfare. (RIP Gozan, Yuki, Ren, Akashi, Kyoichiro, and Morito.) It could also be a way of "drawing" his kuda yari in action: 一一三〇

Chelsea - 12/20 - Anniversary of Sacagawea's death (maybe). She was a young girl who helped the Lewis and Clark expedition explore central America. 12°N 20°E is also a location in Chad.

Mirai - 12/31 - New Year's Eve, a day for looking towards the future. As Mirai's name means future, it's no surprise that this is her birthday!

Feel free to reply with any other discoveries about their birthdays you find! This is by no means a complete list, especially since any Japanese puns are mostly lost on me haha!

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[yahoodarling]

YAHOOOOOO!!!!~

I love the kind of dark content you do, not overly sexual (ookay thats a lie but it doesnt FEEL forced) and has good plot to it!!!! Could i request an abused and yandere Scaramouch and a reader that helps him?

Mwha Mwha! Kisses for you haha. Thanks for the kind words, i enjoy Dark Content plot more than sex most of the time. Hope this satisfies you. Made it a modern au to fit so it doesnt contrast genshin lore hehe

AbusedYandereScaramouch X ProtectorReader(GN) Modern AU

Warnings:DARK CONTENT, age gap (scara age 8 reader age 21 first half, scara age 18 reader age 31second half), murder, violence, descriptives of blood, child abuse, implied sexual assult, mental instability, yandere themes

Note:Child Scara looked after random/made up parents, NOT DEPICTED AS EI

Of course as any sane and rational being, I don't promote this stuff. If you are romanticizing the abuse of children get the FUCK out. I'm a teacher, surrounded by kids and I hear these things happen and it's fucking disgusting.

He just wanted to read the book, it wasn't a big deal. The cover was so pretty, a secret garden full of flowers and moss with a kind looking prince. The kind lady said he could have it… HE can HAVE it! He didn't ask for it or steal it or anything! He doesn't deserve to be reprimanded!

“This shitty child out begging for freebies. What?! We don't give you enough?!” the man yelled. That's all he is, ‘The man’. Not his father, just the horrid, foul smelling man that made his life a nightmare and next to him stood the witch of a lady he'd never felt to be his mother. 

“(*****), I think he should be a little more grateful and stop embarrassing us. He is already an embarrassment.”

Scara knew the lady wanted a daughter, one to braid hair and play with dresses, not a son like him, she forced him to grow his hair out, to wear dresses, to reject anything masculine.

“No shit. Come here boy-” 

He should run, he should run far away, far away from these people but he couldnt, he was scared. He didnt know what life outside this small apartment would be like, it could be worse than this. Are all kids like him brought up like this? Then maybe he should just take it, everyone must do it for a reason even if it does hurt so much.

Still… he didnt want that man touching him anymore.

“OI! Brat!” Scara ran away from him, clutching the book in his arms, tears streaming down his face. All he wants is to be the Prince, to live in a pretty garden and practice sword fighting with a tree or find a fairy that will lead him to adventure, he didnt want to be a mistake, to live in a grumpy apartment and practice how to quieten sobs from the man or be lead to …

“Leave me alone! Please!” he begged, please can he just live that happy life, please can he just be happy.

‘You have to fight for it.’

“I just want to read a book!”

‘You have to fight for it.’

“All i want is to live!”

‘You have to kill for it.”

“Thats it!” The familiar yell and view of a hand passed his eyes and he braced for protection.

You open the door to your neighbors house, those screams were worth investigating. You hoped they weren't what you thought they were. Upon first sight of opening the front door there was red, so much red. On the floor, smudged on the walls, on furniture and surrounding the two figures lying motionless on the floor. Your eyes scanned to find a young kid, you had never seen them before, with long dark purple hair and clothes soaked red, in his hands he held a knife and wide unfocused eyes staring blankly at the wall. As much as you wanted to scream and run away, call help and leave you knew that would make the situation worse. Before you stood a young, mentally unstable kid who had just killed your neighbors. You never knew them much, they were secluded and kept to themselves but they didn't seem like bad people.

‘I hate this… i hate this so much…’

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You need to think about every word and action.

“My name is (first name)” you say, create a personal introduction so he feels safer to calm down rather than immediately bombard him with questions.

“What's your name?”

It took a while, the boy's chest seemed to heave up and down from rapid breath until he whispered out a faint, ‘Scaramouch’.

“I see, well Scaramouche your hands are very dirty, could you go wash them?” get the knife out his hands, don't be demanding as it may trigger him.

The boy still seemed in shock but he did as you asked, he walked to the nearby sink, put the knife down and began to wash his hands. You took a moment to collect yourself. To call the cops right away may trigger him so you'd have to wait a bit. You looked at the boy and saw bruises and marks litter his skin, your heart fell immediately. So this was a case of an outburst from the result of child abuse? That's the only thing you could assume to imagine your nice, though quiet, neighbors like that made you very unsettled.

“Done.” His voice was quiet and toneless.

“I see. Could I come in?” you ask, still standing from outside, he nodded but still looked down at the sink.

“Scaramouch, could you come here so we can talk?” you ask, a good few feet away from the door if you need to run but inside the house enough to be close to the boy already. He seemed reluctant at first, his face squeezing into different frowns before walking towards you and looking at your feet. Good, he left the knife.

“What's going through your mind right now?”

“You are going to phone the police, right? I'm gonna go to jail like the other filth.”

It kind of scared you he was thinking of that rather than about him being sad or emotional about killing his supposed parents. You have to tell the truth, lies won't help.

“Yes I will but it's different. You are a smart boy, I'm sure you know you won't go to an adult prison. I think you may have to see some doctors and live in a special home but it's nothing like an adult prison so it will be okay.”

He looked up to you with big eyes, eyes that seemed to question, ‘will it really be okay?’.

“It's alright, i will explain to the police, i know it's not all your fault. Do you want to hear me phone them?”

He didn't respond, he just walked to the wall, sat down back to you and seemed to just phaze out of consciousness. The reek of blood and nausea was starting to set in, the whole situation was starting to set in but the best you could do was stay calm.

You phoned up the police to report the crime, needing to be mindful of what you said and how you said it since Scaramouch could hear you. “Hello, yes, im here to report a murder. Two adults at this address. Yes, I know who the murderer is, they are here too, its a child, maybe 6 or 7, he is stable for now. I believe this was an attempt of defense from child abuse, the child has signs of it all over. Okay, thank you.” you were told to be on alert, not like you weren't already, and to not approach the kid, though to see his huddled up form leaning on the wall like a lifeless doll tugged on your heart.

“Scaramouch, how are you feeling?”

“Sore”

“I can imagine.” … “May I sit here?” you ask, sitting a few feet away from him and he nodded.

It was quiet when all of a sudden the boy spoke up.

“Why do you speak like that? Don't all adults yell or talk harshly. Adults aren't supposed to sound… soft.” he frowned at his own sentence.

“Why can't adults be soft?”

“Cause they are mean and they do mean things and are angry all the time. It's my fault, I did something I wasn't supposed to and now I'm in this mess.”

This was his outlook… you really wished you had noticed what had been happening in this house sooner, maybe you could have saved him from some of this trauma.

“Scara, not all adults are like that. Most are nice and soft.”

“... Do they hug?”

You looked confused.

“One night I saw that man watching tv and saw two people hugging. That's normal?”

“Well yes, it is normal.”

“So I'm not normal?”

“Well, this house isn't normal but that doesnt mean you aren't. It will be okay.”

. . .

“Can I have a hug then, if it's normal?”

The question made fear spike through your spine, yes this was a kid but it was a kid that just killed two people. Of course you were hesitant but you were also stupidity emotional.

“Scara, can you promise me, on your most favorite thing, that you won't hurt me if I hug you?” You ask.

Scara looks around for a moment. “I promise on my book.”

You didn't understand the context but had to trust him.

“Scara! Well done!” You clapped for him as you left your car door and walked up to him, he graduated highschool and you two organized for him to stay the night and celebrate, it meant the world to him. Honestly, it surprised you how you were able to stay in contact. While he was a kid in hospital you visited a few times and when in the adoption home you'd message him and take him out for trips when you were free on weekends. He never did get adopted for some reason and now he'd be out in the world, he has told you he has a plan and not to worry about him but you still do. One thing that was hard to grow out of was seeing him in a safe limelight, for a while every time you saw him you reimagined the bloody scene and his face but now you had grown accustomed to the older him. The past still haunted you but at least it was better for you two now.

You hold out your hand slowly, he takes it, and you gently pull him in slow step at a time till he is close by to which you hesitantly open your arms and hold the small boy in you. He hugged back and immediately fell into your seated lap. You two stayed like that until the police came. It was a big deal sorting through everything, explaining and making sure Scara stayed calm and in time, in a long long time you could comfortably say the scene was over. Court done, Scara in a specialty hospital for kids and you were back home but that house next door continued to sink your heart each time you saw it. You decided to move.

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“Thanks” he smiled softly and tugged on his sun hat a little, even though it was late afternoon and the sun was already setting.

You pulled your stuff out of the car and approached him, giving him a side hug with your open arm and then directing him to the door. He had been here many times, it was natural to have him over.

“So, shall we pop open a bottle or have dinner first? Haha” you laugh, putting your stuff down as Scara quietly closes the door and takes his hat off, messing around his short hair for a bit before letting it settle.

“Hmmm, dinner first, then drinks. We don't need to rush.”

It was late and quiet all in contrast to  scaramouches loud heart beat. He couldn't sleep, he never could when he slept over at your house. Honestly he didn't care about school, nearly everyone there was useless and boring but to see your happy face as you greet him, to see you celebrate HIM, for whatever reason, made his heart flutter. He wanted to be with you, be with you more often than you do already and more intimately than just hugs or shoulder pats. He closed his eyes for a second, imagining the life he wished to live, maybe one day he will grow the confidence to make it into a reality but for now he had to be patient and just enjoy what he could get. That's not to say he wasn't confident in getting what he wants, far from it, proved by how he stood up, bare feet padding on the floors towards your room. You were asleep, of course it was close to 2am. His light, his savior from the dark. He wanted to cherish you, worship you and just be with you.

“Then so be it!”

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He neared the bed and climbed on, leaning his head over to yours, he 'd hear your breaths and see even the smallest movement on your face. He leant down, meeting his lips with yours for a very soft kiss, one not to disturb you. With a quick light hug to your covered body he then stood up, neared the door and watched you from a good while before getting back to his room. He doesn't need to worry about the future, where he will stay or anything else if his future is with you, no matter the cost.

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