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reikissu · 1 year

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ꔛ reo mikage & chigiri hyoma dating headcanons.

ac : i apologize if its ooc huhu, and i hope you all enjoy this!! also there might be some slight changes since i edit my posts... ehe

ꔛ genre : fluff

ꔛ reader : female

ꔛ warnings : cursing

reo's definitely a very attached boyfriend, someone who gets jealous easily and starts thinking things the wrong way. you'd always comfort him and he'll stop spiraling due to the sound of your gentle voice.

he's a very sweet one though! he'll buy you things you like because he's filthy rich, he would even buy you luxurious bags, accessories and clothes without you asking for it.

his petnames for you are baby, hun and love. he calls you diff nicknames because why not, zzzuh

his specialty is treating you SO WELL. he would not let you get tired or let you do a lot of things, he’ll handle it. every morning, he would brush your hair, making sure he’s got every strand untangled so you look neat and fresh, he would ask what you want for breakfast and ask the chefs to bring it up to his room, he would also prepare the bathtub for you two, man there’s even cup holders for drinks in it.. he would take care of your back pains, headaches, food blahblahblah.. JUST EVERYTHING.

you, him and nagi always hang out together, going to the mall, eating etc. and nagi would whine about how he's a third wheel all the time😭

he's a sucker for kisses, giving and recieving. Every morning whenever you guys wake up, you'd feel his lips, peppering kisses onto your neck sleepily with him pulling you closer.

he loves it whenever you run your fingers through his hair or massage it, he feels so relaxed whenever with you. do what you want with his hair, pigtail it, braid it, put clips etc. he doesn't mind as long as you're happy.

he's very protective, he only will step in if the person is being a total asshole or flirt, but he knows that you can handle yourself, he’s not the type to underestimate you.

would help you in school if you're struggling, since he's the top of his class, it's not a hassle you teach you some things. he would hold you on his lap whole teaching you some specific things about the lesson.

"Okay, now, what's the answer to this problem?" "Uh... 0.20 M?" "Mhm, good job baby! You're starting to get better at math, let's continue."

would be very paranoid and worried about your wellbeing, if you even try to walk home at night alone, oh no he won’t let that happen. you’re getting in his limousine as ba-ya drives you home.

jealousy and insecurity issues, he would overthink things when he’s not in a good state. what if you leave him for one of his friends? what if you’re starting to fall out of love? he doesn’t want to lose his treasure, his girlfriend, his everything. but since you’re always there for him to assure that you love him so much, he would shake those thoughts off. he feels so lucky having you.

he smells like Dior Homme, his personal favorite out of every perfume he has in his collection. and he knows you like it too, so he always wears it so you'll hug and kiss him because he smells good hehehehe

god, chigiri's a gem. Imagine having such a gorgeous boyfriend that's caring and good at soccer? wooh!

he's very gentle with you, his voice, his manners.. just everything in general. He turns into mush at the sight of you.

despite his aggressive manners and intense personality in game, you manage to burn out that fire with just your mere presence. You can make him go soft for you with just a flick of your wrist!

you'd always ask him what products are good for your skin and he answers quickly.

"Hyo-channnnn, what skin products do you recommend?" "Hm? Oh, i recommend Ponds facewash with blah blah blah" you better take note..

his petname for you is love.

he always styles your hair while looking at you, full of love. Whenever he's done styling it, you look so goddamn cute that he can't help but smile.

he always lays his head on your chest, silently hinting for you to play with his hair until he falls asleep.

he introduces you to Isagi, Bachira or just basically his teammates, so they know you're his. And one day he might be brave enough to introduce you to his mom and sister.

he likes to pinch your cheeks and carress them, sometimes he does it at such random times that it takes you by surprise.

"Hyo-chan... What are you doing?" "Pinching youe cheeks, isn't it obvious? You have such soft and plump cheeks... Do you use moisturizers?”

sometimes he shows you some videos of his gameplay, and boy were you amazed. "Wow Hyo-chan! You're so fast and cool!⁾" "Hehe, it's nothing the world's best striker can't handle.”

he loves it whenever you make his hair all nice, the feeling of your fingers running through his red locks makes him feel sleepy. Do what you want, as long as you don't tug on it.

a huge sucker for hugs, he feels as if he's protecting you whenever you're in his arms.

ah, i forgot to mention how possessive he would be. Despite that pretty face and voice, he's got quite the temper..

one time, some guy was ogling at you for a while and holy.. who knew such words would come out of a pretty mouth?

"Who the fuck are you? You want me to beat your ass?" "Holy shit, Hyo-chan. I never knew a pretty face like you had such a sharp tongue." "Oh shut up..."

he smells like Bleu de Chanel, you CANNOT argue with me on that fact. his sister bought him one for his birthday so he smells more manly-like LMAOOO

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itaerae · 9 months

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🎧 Annon is so so right no one writes for Ollie and it’s so sad bc I can’t move on even tho Bp has been over for a while.. Ik you’ve already done a lot of Ollie stuff so it’s ok to decline. But can you pls do a grumpy/sunshine Ollie fic? Ik you kinda already did kind of a similar concept but maybe you could do a diff au? It would be so adorbs in ur writing style ty so muchh

but i like you — l. ollie

pairing: coworker!ollie x reader

synopsis: ollie is one year your senior and frequently helps you out at your florist job. only problem ? he’s quite cold to you ! what happens when this one shift pushes him on edge ?

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none ! (not proofread)

authors notes: this fic is purely inspired by lyrics from 'but i like you’ by bnd ! sorry i took so long to post this, i had a cold and summer school work on top of it so i was really unmotivated. anyway, happy reading ! ⟡

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the bell rung as you walked into the floral shop. your sight was greeted by your coworker, ollie, who appeared to be working on a bouquet. deciding not to bother him, you clocked in for your shift and started rearranging some boxes.

ollie was glancing in your direction every so often, making sure you hadn't injured yourself lifting such heavy objects. he noticed you were struggling with a particular box and decided to help out.

"let me do it for you." he stated, grabbing the box from you, accidentally brushing against your hand in the process. you smiled and thanked him, to which he only nods, turning away from you to put the box up.

i think my hand touched hers. she grins at me, how is she so pretty ? a blush spread like wildfire on his cheeks.

the bell rung once again, letting you both know a customer had walked in. "hi welcome to in bloom— TAERAE !" you eyes lit up as saw the customer, your older brother.

"hey, (nickname) !" he pulled you into a side hug. ollie stared at the both of you from the counter for a bit before returning to what he was doing.

"so, what brings you in here today ?" you inquired jokingly, raising a brow at him. taerae chuckles and pats you on the head.

"just picking up some flowers for a friend's graduation and stopping by to see my favorite person~" taerae teased back. suddenly a loud crash is heard and ollie speaks up.

"oh sorry, a flower pot fell off the shelf. i'll be in the back cleaning up, (name)." before you could reply, he already walked away. you sighed quietly before leading your brother to the bouquets of carnations.

i saw you linking arms with him, should i just go for it ? who is he ?

your brother finally left the shop and it was just you and ollie once again. he emerges from the storage room. "oh, did the customer leave already ?" he asked, looking around the store. you nod.

"ah, you two seemed pretty close. do you know him ?" he goes over to rearrange some bouquets and gestures you to follow.

"of course, he's my older brother !" ollies face flushes with embarrassment and the jealousy fades instantly. he should've known, he thought to himself. think of me as a fool. "i see."

a comforting silence falls on the both of you before you decide to speak up. "ollie i've noticed you rarely face me whenever we speak, why is that ?" you were really curious now.

the question catches him off guard. another moment of silence passes. he looks up at you, still avoiding your stares. "ah, no reason really. i just have a hard time looking people in the eyes." he lies, hoping you'd buy it.

but you stare at him quizzically. "you're lying." you sneer at him jokingly, resting your face in your palms. "c'mon, i'm so curious !" you complain, giving him puppy dog eyes hoping to convince him further.

he sighs and rubs his temple. after a bit of contemplation, he decides it's finally time to tell you. "you're driving me crazy, but i like you."

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dolce-peach · 2 years

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oh can I request an obiwan x Jedi!reader? Where they are on a mission and get hurt and tend to each other's wounds and it ends up really sweet and soft and so one of them confesses and they have their first kiss?? You can change any part of this if you want and if it's too specific! Also, no pressure ❤️

home (is where you are)

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

warnings: injury; obi's pretty worried; kinda suggestive; sleazy men 🙄; momentary mentions of abuse, trafficking, drug use/dealing, and gambling

a/n: eeee squealing bc this is adorable! took kinda a diff turn than i was expecting, but hope you like it -- tysm for the submission, anon 🥰 also mullet!obi is so pretty just LOOK AT HIM 😭😭 feel free to send in more requests 😭💖

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You shifted uneasily in your outfit, the fabric scratching your skin. It showed more than you would’ve liked, hugging your body tightly. You’d give anything to change back into your warm but comfortable robes, but you had a job to do.

Going over the plan again in your head, it seemed simple and routine, nothing that you hadn’t handled before. But a simple drugs bust seemed like something the Republic security force should be handling, not the Jedi Council.

“How much longer, Obi-Wan?” you groaned into your comms piece hidden in your ear. You walked into the club and quickly scoped out the occupants and an exit route.

“Not much longer,” came a low reply. “Just act natural.”

“Says you,” you retorted, searching the crowd for him as you neared the bar.

He was adorned in a fitted suit. The style was rather conservative, but still looked lovely in the soft light of the hanging lanterns. He had brushed his longer locks back, revealing his freshly shaven beard. You couldn’t help but smile in his direction before turning towards the bar for a much-needed drink.

You sipped your drink, sighing as you adjusted your outfit yet again. “Explain to me why we need to wear these stupid disguises.”

“In order to oust these dealers, we have to look the part,” Obi-Wan explained patiently. “For what it’s worth, you’re beautiful. Are you -- are you drinking?”

You were unfazed by his previous comment and rolled your eyes as you took another sip, its sweet taste on your tongue. “I need something to help me through the night," you pointed out. “Besides, this isn’t our first rodeo.”

Before Obi-Wan could protest, his voice came in low. “There he is, approaching the bar,” he warned you. “All we need is information. The authorities will handle the rest later.”

“But what if things need to get messy?”

“Luckily for you, I’m good at cleaning.”

“Hilarious.”

“Who might you be?” the dealer mused, his eyes floating up and down your figure.

You smiled, locking your gaze with his. “Whatever you want me to be.”

He chuckled. “Good answer,” he said. “How might I help such a pretty creature?”

“Be careful,” came Obi-Wan's voice through your earpiece.

Pouting, your finger circled the rim of your glass suggestively. “A friend told me this is where I should come to find paradise...if you know what I mean...” you trailed off. “I need some help forgetting an ex.”

“Oh,” he laughed. “Must be some stupid bastard if he dropped you.”

“Maybe,” you said. “But how do you know it wasn’t me who cut him off?”

He licked his lips. “You look too soft.”

You downed the rest of your drink. “You’re sweet,” you breathed as you leaned in. “So what do you think? Wanna treat me?”

“Tempting,” he chuckled. “Follow me.”

As you followed him out of the thick atmosphere of the club, you lightly bumped into Obi-Wan, who slipped you your saber. You tucked the hilt into a cutout of your clothing.

The dealer led you to a larger room, more of a warehouse than anything. Your hand immediately shot up to cover your nose from the strong smells. Looking around cautiously, you noticed several armed guards surrounding the work area, where droids and masked workers were busy packaging up the goods.

“This is it,” the dealer said, gesturing. “What do you think?”

“Quite impressive,” you said. “You must be proud.”

“I am,” he said pompously. “You want to know what I think?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Enlighten me.”

His hand shot out, catching your throat in a bruising grip, slowly lifting you off your feet. Panic flooded your body as he nearly dug his nails into your skin. You clawed at his arms, but his hand was unforgiving.

“I think that you’re a Jedi, and you’re not who you say you are,” he said as he pulled his blaster from his belt. The armed guards began making their way over.

You tried laughing. “Oh, don’t be like that,” you managed to croak as you struggled. Seeing his unchanging and rather serious expression, you sighed. “Fine, fine, you got me,” you said with a small smile. “What gave me away?”

“I know your face,” the dealer grunted.

“Well done, you,” you said before quickly drawing your saber and cutting his blaster in half.

He yelled in shock as he staggered back into some oncoming guards. They began shooting blindly at you, hoping one of their shots would land. Unfortunately for them, you were quick on your feet. Even though you had a drink, your senses were on high alert. The only thing that ached was your neck.

You should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy.

“Obi-Wan!” you shouted into your earpiece. “A little help would be great!”

“On my way,” he said, his voice taught. “Get out of there if you can.”

A blaster charge singed your shoulder. “That’s going to be a bit difficult!” you protested, deflecting a charge to one last standing guard, leaving the dealer exposed and unprotected.

“Jedi scum!” he growled, pulling a smaller gun from his belt.

Before you could react, a flash of bright blue shot out from behind you, effectively slicing the dealer’s hands clean off. The stench of charred flesh cut through the sweet scent of the drugs.

“Rather unoriginal for an insult, don’t you think?” Obi-Wan shot.

“You chopped my kriffing hands off!” the dealer wailed. “Who do you think you are?”

“Frankly I think you deserve much worse,” Obi-Wan said. “Let’s see, dealing illegal drugs, gambling, trafficking, abuse...I'd say you ticked all the boxes for a one way ticket to prison.”

The dealer's eyes were bloodshot. "I'll kill you!"

By that time, undercover officers came in and took the dealer off your hands.

You felt yourself relax a little, but then the pain began settling in. You knew you’d have a bruise on your neck for weeks, as well as scarred skin from that blaster. Slowly inhaling, you leaned against the railing before Obi-Wan rushed over.

“Thanks for stepping in,” you said.

His fingers swept over your injured shoulder, earning a hiss from you. His expression was filled with worry as he offered a hand. You gladly took it, and he swung your arm over his shoulder to escort you out the back door.

By the time the two of you got back to your speeder, you could feel yourself getting drowsy. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the powdered drug spores in the air.

“Home,” was all you could say.

“We have to get you to the infirmary,” Obi-Wan said as the two of you made your way back to the temple.

You shook your head, feeling yourself fading fast. “I’m fine. I just want to go home...”

As Obi-Wan called your name, you didn’t realize you’d given in to the dark.

A cool sensation to your shoulder was the first thing you felt when you came to.

You opened your eyes to a familiar ceiling. Shifting your gaze to the side of the bed you lay in, you noticed Obi-Wan hard at work trying to spread ointment on your shoulder. His blue eyes were focused on you, on your skin, then the next moment, they were focused on yours.

“You’re awake,” he said with relief. “How’re you feeling?”

“Tired,” you admitted. “I’m never doing that again.”

He smiled through his beard. “Rest. You’re safe now.”

“Of course,” you said, your eyes soft as you looked at him. “Thank you.”

“Although,” he began, “you were a bit reckless.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sometimes you have to be a bit reckless to get results, especially with slippery drug dealers.” You sighed. “And if that means putting myself at risk, then so be it.”

“You sound too much like Anakin,” Obi-Wan groaned.

You laughed. “He has a point, though.”

You were quiet when he ran his fingers over the marks on your neck. Even as his touch was like a feather, pain still erupted over your sensitive skin. Your eyes widened at remembering the sensation, a small whimper escaping your throat. You let your guard down for one second because of your arrogance, and you paid the price.

Obi-Wan bore concern in his eyes, along with a mixture of other emotions that couldn't be mentioned. “A cold compress ought to do it.”

Just as he got up, your hand shot out to grab his wrist. He looked back at you with surprise.

“Stay,” you whispered. “I’m fine.”

“But you’re in pain,” he said softly. “I’ll only be a moment.”

“I just...I need you,” you insisted. “Please.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but ended up sitting back down at your bedside. He held your hand in his, his callused thumb laying gentle strokes across your skin.

You didn’t know where this sudden desperation came from, and you hadn’t felt that way since joining the Jedi Order. You were only an infant when they took you in. You knew you were safe, but there was always some part of you that was fearful. Fearful of the future, fearful that you’d end up a failure, fearful of the people that could leave you.

Although Obi-Wan was a bit older than you, something about him made you feel safe. Maybe it was his presence within the Force, or his warm smile that caught you off guard, or the way he glanced at you across the room during meetings. He gifted you a certain warmth.

Or maybe it was all in your head.

He gently said your name, bringing you back to the moment.

“What's troubling you?”

You furrowed your brow. “Nothing.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I know that look,” he pointed out. “You’re hiding something.”

“Am not,”you insisted.

Seeing that as a battle he wasn't ever going to win, he sighed. “Now will you let me get you something for your neck?” he asked softly.

You shook your head.

He chuckled. “Will you let me take you to get something for your neck?”

That you could do.

Without a warning, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the small bathroom attached to his room. He sat you on the counter while he wet a rag with cold water.

He did his best to be as gentle as he could, pressing the cold into your bruise. Your eyes never left his, watching him concentrate.

“I’m sorry,” he said, breaking the silence. “I never should’ve sent you in on your own.”

You shook your head. “It would’ve been too obvious. Besides, I volunteered --”

“I could’ve lost you.” His jaw tightened as he wet the rag again. “It’s...it’s my greatest fear. Losing you.”

“Fear?” you echoed. “But I thought...”

“My fear and strong attachment to you,” he finished. “If left untended, could lead to...”

He trailed off into silence at the inevitable.

You took his face in your hands, making him meet your eyes. “You won’t lose me, not now not ever,” you said. You smiled. “You’re impossible to live without.”

His blue eyes were glossy. “Wh-what?”

“You, Obi-Wan Kenobi, are impossible to live without,” you repeated. “You are my haven. My home. You always have been. It was only a matter of time since I met you before...” You let go of his cheeks, looking away with embarrassment. “Obi-Wan, I --”

You were suddenly aware of how close he was. He was stationed between your legs as you sat on the counter. He had leaned closer as you held his face, now only inches from your lips. You could feel his sweet, warm breath against your skin, along with a desire for more.

But you couldn’t. You shouldn’t.

He was close, so close.

Too close.

Your mind was in a thick fog.

“Can I...?” came the almost inaudible question.

You gave a small nod, your eyes only on his lips.

He leaned closer until his lips pressed into yours for a moment before pulling back. His eyes were wide as he searched your gaze for any signs of panic. When you sighed, grasping onto his robes to keep him close, he took that as a signal to kiss you again, deeper.

You had always heard what kisses could be like, but you never thought you'd ever experience one yourself.

His hands slowly trailed from your thighs to your hips and waist, holding you with so much caution and anticipation, as if you were going to break. You could feel his fingers trembling as yours trailed up his chest to his neck.

Your mind was lost, but you didn’t feel that it was.

His lips fell away from yours, and you sighed.

“Obi...”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

You brushed your lips over his cheek. “Don’t apologize.”

He whispered your name in your ear, along with a ghostly, “I love you.”

As he lay fluttering kisses over the bruises on your neck, your breath hitched in your throat. You closed your eyes, imprinting the sensation in your mind.

“I love you, Obi-Wan.”

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smol-lydia · 1 year

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Salty Sweet: Viktor x Fem!Reader, SFW

Summary: You are set up on a blind date by Jayce’s sister, no matter how many times you tell her you have no time in your busy academic life for dating. Both Talis’ are determined to prove you and Viktor wrong, and you hate that they just might be right.

A slice of life fluffy oneshot that’s anime/school inspired that was heavily inspired by this recent anime artwork of Viktor that you can find here!

A/N: just a note that Jayce’s sister is absolutely a kogal/gyaru Aka a school gyaru and my OC is a jirai kei girl because my j-fashion bullshit strikes again. No y/n here; reader has a name! Hope that isn’t too off putting

“I don’t do blind dates!” You hang off the stairwell railing like a monkey—unbecoming as a senior and part of the student council but you’re feeling some kind of way, your twin tails dragging on the ground.

“He’s sweet, I promise! He’s my brother’s best friend.”

Your friend pulls up her loose socks—she’s a walking dress code citation, with her loose socks and false lashes and heavy tan and makeup, snapping her gum. You and her could not be more opposite.

“Yua, why do you do these things to me?” You right yourself and adjust the collar on your sailor blouse.

She blows you a kiss. “Because I love you.”

“Sounds more like hate to me,” you grumble.

“Oh, stop being such a sourpuss.” She bumps her hip against yours. “You’ll like him, I promise. And I’ll be on the other side of the cafe the entire time, making sure nothing goes wrong.”

“Spying, more like.”

“Spying, looking out for you, same diff!” Yua takes your hand to pull you along. “Now come on, Miss Sourpuss! Let me at least do your makeup before we head out, kay?”

Your stomach churns with nerves, as though you’re heading to an execution. You might as well be, as far as you’re concerned. “Aren’t we gonna get in trouble for ditching our last study period?”

Yua shrugs her shoulders as she pushes open the restroom door, the small space occupied by fellow delinquents in a cloud of cheap perfume and illicit cigarettes. “Hasn’t stopped us before. Besides, we gotta get you looking cu-yute for this date!”

You manage to convince Yua to go easy on the makeup. While her gyaru style is perfect for her, with her brash personality, that confidence and self assured attitude that certainly seemed to be a hallmark of the Tallis family, it feels foreign to you.

You’re the quiet, unassuming type. Still, she manages to coax you into some pink lip gloss, and you brush out your hair, retying your signature twin tails and bangs.

“Don’t you want to do something different?” Yua asks, pulling an energy drink out of her backpack to sip on.

You shake your head. “If he doesn’t like me as is, then what’s the point? I’m not going to pretend to be someone I’m not. Who is this guy, anyway?”

“He’s in my brother’s class, 77-B.” Yua’s twin brother, Jayce, always ended up in the opposite class as her, an effort by teachers to keep the two apart.

It rarely worked, but it was still a tactic that was attempted year after year.

“And?” You pull out the clothing Yua had requested you bring today. You had wondered why she had asked this of you at the time—now you knew.

“His name is Viktor. Quiet. Keeps to himself mostly, except for Jayce and another girl in the class, Powder.”

You feel something stir in your chest at the mention of another girl and you try to shake it off; you can’t be feeling jealousy over a girl you don’t know, about a date you never met, a date you are reluctant to go on. You were being ridiculous and all the cigarette smoke must be going to your head.

You slip your dress over your head, balling up your school uniform to put in your knapsack. Normally you would fold your uniform neatly, but you’re feeling agitated. Your dress is a dusty rose, with black bows, the epitome of the jirai fashion you wear whenever you’re off school grounds.

Stupidly, you find yourself wondering if Viktor will like it.

You fiddle with your hair in the mirror, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach. “What made you think we would be a match, then, hmm?”

Yua shrugs her shoulders. “You both got that sensitive melancholy loner thing goin’ on. And Vik doesn’t waste his time with idiotic people.”

You frown at your mirror self. “Well, thanks for not thinking I’m an idiot, I guess.”

Yua snaps her gum. “I only speak the truth, sweetness. Now let’s go get you laid.”

“Ew. Don’t say anything like that again.”

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The ten minute walk to the cafe that Yua chose for this little tete a tete seems to take forever, at least to you. Your heart is hammering wildly in your chest, and you wipe your sweaty hands on your skirt for what feels like a hundred times.

This shouldn’t be as intense as it is but only Yua knows the truth: you haven’t been on a date at all. Ever. Eighteen years old, a senior at the Academy, and you kept your nose solidly to the grindstone, focused on academics and extracurriculars like Student Council.

You told yourself you didn’t have time for dating. Plenty to keep you busy, lots to concentrate on without the distraction of pesky feelings getting in the way. However, you could barely admit to yourself that you froze up when it came to asking anyone out: how could your classmates do this with such confidence and ease?

Keeping Yua around was more than a breath of fresh air; her wild and bright attitude forced you to step out of your comfort zone sometimes. Like right now.

She took a seat at the back of the brightly themed cafe, a popular hangout for Academy students, winking at you over her fashion magazine. Not long after her twin joined her, and you rolled your eyes. Great, Jayce was here to witness your humiliation as well.

You debate pulling out your phone for something to do to pass the time, but decide against it. That would look rude, wouldn’t it? Instead you settle for staring down at the scratched wooden table, years of wear and tear in small notches. Fascinating.

The sound of clicking against the tiled floor catches your attention and you briefly look up. The stranger is tall, impossibly so, lanky and leaning on a crutch. Sharp cheekbones that could cut glass, thick, untamed coffee-colored hair that you want to sink your hands into. And oh gods his eyes: the most delicious shade of warm honey, framed by thick, dark brows, a small beauty mark under one. Despite his pensive gaze, there’s a kindness lurking beneath that has you melting. Between that and the second beauty mark above his lip, you’re a goner, those butterflies multiplying, warmth pooling at the pit of your stomach, an insistent throb of arousal between your legs.

You’ve never been hit by your hormones this badly this quickly and it’s enough to make you want to run and hide. Instead, you find yourself frozen to your spot, mouth slightly agape until you remember how your jaw works to close it.

This cannot be Jayce’s friend.

And yet, he looks at you with some kind of expectation, finally speaking in a soft accent that has you falling even deeper under this enchanted dream-spell.

“Sasha? You are Jayce’s sister’s friend?” Apologies if I am mistaken. I was told to look for someone with your description.”

You nod, and try desperately to recover your voice. “Y-yes.”

Well, it’s a start.

“May I sit?” He asks.

“O-of course.” You wish you could stop stammering. He’s just so beautiful you find the words dying on your tongue. Mouth dry, you lick your lips and try to force the words anyway. “You’re Viktor, I assume?”

“Yes,” he replies. He puts his school bag on the ground, and rests his crutch against the back of the chair.

You take a deep breath, exhale slowly. “It’s nice to meet you. Even if this whole blind date thing got sprung on me all of sudden.”

As soon as the words leave your lips you regret them. Way to let him know you didn’t want to date him! He probably gets that all the time with his disability, and you feel like the scum of the Earth. His leg, in a metal brace, doesn’t bother you in the slightest, and you hate yourself for seemingly implying otherwise. Spots of color appear on your cheeks, not out of flustered blushing, but embarrassment and frustration at yourself for once again putting your foot in your mouth.

Much to your surprise, Viktor gives you a shy smile. “You aren’t alone in that experience. The Talis clan can certainly be…persistent.”

You roll your eyes. “That’s a word for it.”

Viktor chuckles and the sound is music to you, sending a swooping sensation down through your body, your entire world off-kilter.

Get it together, Sasha. You’re being ridiculous.

You’re desperate to have something to focus on other than how badly your body craves him.

“Do you, um, want to order?” This cafe had one of those tablets mounted to the side of the table, where you can place your order and pay with ease.

Viktor nods, and you both lean in to look at the screen, succeeding only in colliding your head with his.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You rub the sore spot on the side of your head and look at him from under your dark bangs.

“It’s quite all right,” he says with a wince.

“I’m a mess.” You don’t know why you’ve said that, but it’s honest and you’ve already made several mistakes so you figure there’s no way this date is going to be a success.

“If that’s what you consider a mess, I would say you’re actually doing quite well,” Viktor replies wryly.

This time the flush on your cheeks is absolutely because his words have you flustered, and it takes you a few seconds to recover.

“I can order you whatever you want,” you offer. “So I can stop causing you bodily damage.”

That earns you another chuckle, and he asks, “do they have sweet milk?”

“I think so.” You punch in a few things on the touch screen, and sure enough, sweet milk. You wouldn’t have pegged Viktor as the sweet tooth type but it’s endearing. “I guess that’s something we have in common.”

You order a parfait, one of those with lots of whipped cream and fruit, a cute marshmallow animal on top. You know that girls are supposed to be self conscious about eating on a date, but you don’t care. You’re hungry.

As you both wait for your orders, the conversation picks up to your studies and you find that this is where you and Viktor truly connect; his face lighting up as he describes his senior project.

You haven’t found anyone else with the same love of knowledge as you, even if it’s in different subjects: Viktor is science and mechanical focused, whereas you excel in the study of the mind itself.

“I'm curious as to what makes people respond the way they do,” you say, talking with your hands, as you often do when you’re excited. “Especially in cases of extreme behavior.”

“Extreme behavior?” Viktor takes a sip of his sweet milk.

You point your spoon at him. “You know. Things such as lust killers, that sort of thing. What drives someone to that point.” You lick some whipped cream off of the spoon and noticed Viktor’s eyes on you as you do.

Quickly, his gaze flits away and there’s an awkward pause. You swallow your treat.

“So, what are you excited about?” You ask, warmth creeping up your neck and into your face as you notice Viktor gazing at your lips again. You hope you don’t have whipped cream stuck in the corner of your mouth again.

“Uh. Yes.” Viktor launches into an explanation of something he was working on with Jayce, and you listen, chin in your hands, spoon placed back in the parfait dish.

You don’t understand the math or the arcane Viktor is describing but you could listen to him talk all day; you realized with a thump in your chest that you could easily become addicted to spending time with him.

Damn Yua for being right; she would never shut up about this.

And watching Viktor speak in and of itself was distracting, with the way his amber eyes lit up with a spark of passion, the beauty mark near his top lip even more prominent as you focus on his lips. You find yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him, and blush, wishing you could crawl under the table and hide forever. Gods, this is hopeless.

“Sasha?”

“Hm?” Your name sounds so good in Viktor’s accent, like a warm hug.

“Is it all right?”

“Huh?” You blink, uncomprehending, and Viktor flushes.

“I was, um, wondering if I could try a little of what you ordered. I really enjoy sweets.” He says this last part with a small part of what sounds of shame, and that won’t stand. There’s not much left in the dish anyhow, and you push it in his direction.

“Please, go ahead!”

He takes a small amount on the spoon and slips it into his mouth and dear gods you didn’t know someone licking a spoon could get your mind going in a completely different direction until now. He closes his eyes while doing so, as if he’s savoring the sweetness, and you find this so impossibly cute that your heartbeat picks up.

He smiles when he finishes, and puts the spoon in the empty dish. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Viktor glances over towards the back of the restaurant, and you follow his gaze. Jayce and his twin sister are sitting at their table, trying not to be obvious but clearly are. Viktor sighs.

“Um, Sasha….you are free to say no of course…but would you like me to walk you home? Maybe get some….distance?”

You nod eagerly and reach for your soft jacket that’s draped over the back of the chair, the black one with the hood that had the bunny ears and ribbon edging.

Viktor stands, makes a small wince as he stretches his leg with the brace, which he quickly covers with a neutral expression. You step back, intending for him to walk first, but he makes that gesture with his hand indicating he wants you to walk ahead, so you do.

As you do so, you can’t help but notice how elegant his long, slender fingers are.

The near-winter air is crisp and you shiver a little as you both begin to walk down the street.

“Are you cold?” Viktor asks, and you shrug.

“It’s not a big deal. I’m only a few blocks away from my building.”

Viktor gives you an incredulous look. “Are you certain?”

You look up at him, your heart racing. He’s leaning on his crutch with one hand, looking so impossibly handsome in his school uniform that it hurts and you’re afraid if he touches you, you might implode. Behind him, the maple trees flash a brilliant red, like fire.

You stick your hands in the pockets of your bunny jacket. “Uh-huh. Yup.”

Viktor seems almost….disappointed? At your response, and continues the walk down the street. You have to race a little to catch up with those long legs of his.

“I like this time of year best,” you offer as a concession.

“That does not surprise me,” comes Viktor’s clipped response.

Nothing else for three blocks and you’re sweating bullets. Oh god, oh fuck, you’ve really screwed this one up. In your nervousness you’ve probably got him thinking you don’t like him. And now there’s no time to correct this misconception as you’re in front of your apartment building.

“Viktor—“

Viktor won’t look you in the eye. “It was nice to meet you.” Cold. Distant. You can’t stand this. He’s holding his hand out to shake, and you’re trembling as you take it, every nerve in your body screaming at you to stop. And yet your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth and you feel stupid and stuck, your platform Mary Janes plastered to the sidewalk as he turns away.

No, no, no.

“Viktor!” You somehow stumble around your thick tongue. “Wait!”

A pause. He doesn’t turn around, but he stops walking, and you’ll take it. You move with every ounce of strength, a courage you don’t have, skidding in front of him. Even in your platforms, you still aren’t quite tall enough and you have to stand on the tips of your toes, grabbing onto his waistcoat to pull him towards you.

“Sasha?” Those honey-whiskey eyes widened.

“For someone so smart you don’t get it, do you?” You whisper.

Who is this Sasha, bold, drunk on wanting? You don’t know and don’t care as you plant a hard one on him. For a brief moment, Viktor stiffens up in shock, but he quickly relaxes into it, wrapping his arms around you as he kisses you back, lips soft against your own.

When you part for air you’re both giddy and dizzy.

“They’re never going to let us live this one down, are they?” You ask.

Viktor’s hands are on the small of your back. “Not in the slightest.”

#viktor arcane #arcane viktor #my fic writing #viktor #arcane viktor x reader #viktor x f!reader #viktor x you #viktor x oc #arcane fanfiction #arcane fic #viktor imagines

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undeadjunko · 6 months

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Can I ask what pen u use? (also do u use Ibispaint by any chance?)

I really wanna try your style of drawing! ^^

For digital or traditional? I'll put a general thing for both here just in case anyone else is curious for both since I've got some trad up here as well.

Bit of a long scroll haha.

For my current traditional work I use watercolor to ink with.

Older stuff uses verying sizes of micron pens and rarely fine tipped colored pens I long forgot the name of.

This is a drawing I did at the beginning of october, before I received an ipad. I used a brush that allowed me to use brush sensitivity so I could make diff sizes easier. I used one that wasn't shaped kinda like a blob.

Now for my new-new stuff I can get into a little more detail. I've kinda switched to using a more sketchy brush? The specific brushes I suggest are sketch derwent and the chalk brush in the calligraphy section on procreate. If you want a non-sketchy brush I go with a technical pen in the inking section.

Also, yes I do have ibispaint! Though my drawings on this program are few and far between. (working on a phone does not sit well with me I suppose. I'd rather break out my portable watercolor set haha.) since this might be what you're looking for I'll try and come up with something that might helo for ibis users.

So, make sure you use something with some pressure sensitivity. I make corners and places with shadows thicker than the other stuff. I don't suggest using perfectly circular brushes. (I don't know the difference I just try and use something different.

Artists I get my inspiration since you want be able to create something similar:

♡ Par0llel (twitter and instagram, possiblely tumblr, haven't checked.)

♡ Lavandertowne (she's got tons of useful tutorials on youtube! Also she's on instagram.)

♡ Whitestag (does a lot of gothic art stuff? Has recently branched to pastel stuff too! On instagram, tiktok, youtube, and likely others.)

♡ Candietowne (they do pastelgoth styled stuff and I only know that they've got an instagram.)

♡ Jo_sipu (korean artist who does wonderful pastelgore work! On youtube and instagram.)

♡ Menherachan (naturally appears here. I've seen them on instagram, likely elsewhere.)

These artists likely have other social medias I haven't mentioned. I normally use instagram so that's how I know of most of these. (astel_eva if you wanna know. I post more of my art there.)

#yamikawaii #menhera #pastel goth #pastel gore #how i draw #What i draw with

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tuhhadkeryo · 11 months

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Hello, I'm here for the Hacker hair hcs, please. Do you think he's always worn a wig? Do you hc his natural hair color is diff? Blonde like when he took the Ring of Radopolis?

Hiya! Any Hacker hcs are welcome and I’m dyin’ to talk ab his hair. So here they are + some doodles :3

I think he used to have hair when he was younger, but when he lost his power he lost his locks with it! Kind of like accelerated aging. That’s a whole other story so I’ll stick with his hair for now.

Young Hacker loved the smooth, effortless, dashing slicked back style of the 50s.

Of course, as is everything else in the universe, his hair seems to be against him - coarse, doesn’t hold volume well, and is straight with the exception of a tiny bit of wave near the ends. So he got it cut into a well blended, layered/mullet style so he could carefully gel, tease, and blow dry it into that coveted 50s style. (With a dash of cyberspace trends too ofc ✨👌)

When he lost his power, it was a few days before his body started suffering real, shocking consequences and his hair fell out in his hands in chunks. Quite traumatic for him and he despises every moment that he’s forced to wear a wig instead, especially after all the time and effort he put into his hair.

His wig he keeps in a more severe, slicked back look, perhaps more fitting for his villainous aura. In order to keep every strand out of his face and looking good, he uses his own brand of wig gel to both give it shine and keep the style in hold.

Hacker has a difficult time embracing his hair by itself, mostly because it was basically the opposite of what he wanted - straight, coarse, flat, and medium thickness. If he didn’t know how to take the best care of it (he didn’t) it could get oily easily and stringy. Very boring, to him. He does everything he can to change it, using products galore or various methods to get it looking the way he wants in the morning. (Messy hair 👇)

To him, throwing product after product and over brushing and overall damaging the hair is perfectly normal and he would find it very difficult to believe that somebody like Slider can wake up, shake their head, and continue on their day.

His hair def looks perfect when he’s fixed it up, but who could tell differently with basically glue to keep it in place and slime to give it shine? Very much fake and sculpted into that beauty standard.

At night time he’ll drag a comb through it, scraping out all the shit collected in between the hairs, and underneath is a frizzy, damaged wig. He just thinks that’s how it goes to get the hair you want and it’s infused into his daily routine.

Truthfully, Hacker’s a sad case of ignorance and arrogance about hair products and embracing one’s hair texture. If he learned somewhere to take care of his hair it’d probably be shiny, more wavy (coconut oil yo), thick, and coarse. You know, rock the right styles or stick with the slicked back look - either would work. And after getting his wig, if he ever got his power back and therefore his hair, I don’t think this would be too far off from his search history. And if he did figure this out, he’d probably be much happier with it. Although I’m pretty sure he’d be happy with any hair after his baldness’s XD

Which brings me to his wish - to have a head of hair of his own. His dream style.

Thick, voluptuous, soft, wavy, lightweight, voluminous, blonde…

And of course you might’ve wondered before, ‘well, why not get a wig with all that?’

It’s his own hair of course! Effortless! He doesn’t have to do anything to fight with it or change it, simply maintain! And it’s *his*. Not a bought wig which bruises his ego.

For his natural hair color - I think it’s black due to his black eyebrows, and examples of black body hair animated in the show. Blonde is possibly a color he lusted after for a long time, or maybe just a whim of the day.

It’d be interesting if blonde was his natural hair color though - fun design!

Aaaand a random mustachioed Hacker

Thanks sm for the ask!! I hope it was good for ya

Sometime I’ll do a finished pic of Hacker wearing longer hair or something, bc I like hair :D

#cyberchase #cyberchase fanart #art #hacker #asks #yummyhair #hcs #doodles

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heretherebedork · 1 year

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I feel like recently, K-Bls are distinctly developing their own flavor, compared to the predominant Thai, Japanese, and even Chinese Bls. While Japanese Bls, usually are the ones that come closest to depicting queer experiences in real life, compared to the simplistic use of tropes that define the genre of BL as in Thai ones; K-Bls seem to be carving out their own niche. It's distinctly low on heat (almost similar to the censored versions of Chinese ones), but instead, delving more on understanding and dissecting human emotions and interactions. They have a sort of indie feel, case in point, Blueming, Our Dating Sim, A Shoulder to Cry On, and now The Eighth Sense (honorable mention to Strongberry for propagating this style in the first place). While Thai Bls are becoming more and more explicit, with the heat quotient shooting up higher with every drama, K-Bls seem to be flowing in the other direction, but at the same time compensating for the lack of skinship and much shorter run time, with really engaging plots and direction and acting (which isn't a surprise given how good their entertainment industry is). Additionally what is surprising me in a good way is how pleasantly queer-coded K-Bls have recently been, trying to portray almost honest queer experiences, yet, in a way that doesn't deter the usual BL audience from shunning them for being too realistic/ boring. K-Bls have a lot to improve though, but I do think, I like the route they are taking.

It's definitely a different style, though I would not argue that Japan is doing the most authentic queer experiences. From what I've seen, Japan tends towards highly stylized shows that often only brush on any bigger issues and play with tropes brilliantly but not with lived experiences/

You know who I think did the most realistic queer experiences while still playing with BL?

The Philippines. Their first few forays, those first shows in 2020 and into 2021 were walking that line amazingly while playing with all different kinds of tropes.

But anyway.

I am enjoying the way KBL is playing with tropes, BL, and queer experiences but I've also enjoyed a lot of the ways Thailand has done it as well and I think some Thai shows (Moonlight Chicken) have done more realistic and detailed deceptions than most K-BL has been doing.

Now, at least part of this is that I don't tend to notice style so much as I notice plot and character. Which is why I looked at your listen of K-BLs and have them all in very different categories in my head and was surprised to see A Shoulder to Cry On in the same breath as Our Dating Sim because those shows are just... so hugely different to me. Like, so different.

I am glad they're going more realistic but I also worry because the more realistic shows go the more depressing, open or bittersweet endings tend to get and that's not what I'm looking for. The Eighth Sense is a big question mark to me.

And, honestly, some K-BLs are improving and some aren't. Because as the volume increases, so does the range. It's the same as Thai BLs. The more you make, the more will be good but also the more will just... be.

I mean, Korea has definitely gone the opposite of growing physical affection and it doesn't bother me... but then they make All the Liquors and I groan audibly because that show was a waste of... everything.

But anyway.

While many Thai BLs are simplistic that's also the nature of there being that many of them. Thai BLs are constant and everywhere and you're going to get a lot of shows that don't live up while the gems you get can be quickly buried.

I am fascinated by the grouping of Thai, Chinese and Japanese BLs though. Thailand produced so many different BLs and styles and have their own set of tropes that have created many tropes we see all over now. China is entirely censored and the older stuff tended to be much darker than what we see now and the fantasies are, again, censored even if they are enjoyable and use many different tropes and end up with very different vibes. And Japan ends towards live action yaoi with their own specific tropes, visuals and taste.... they're just as different from each other as Korea is from them as well.

Every country... no, every production house and sometimes even director has their own specific creation and expectations and yes you can group them by country (@absolutebl is better at that than me) but I don't think grouping Thai, Chinese and Japanese BLs into one clump and Korea into another area is... not how I would do it.

Korea is creating their own genre of BL just as Thailand did and just as Japan did and just as Taiwan has done and just as Vietnam is slowly working out. Yes, Korea is evolving fast... but so is Thailand, at least some aspects of Thai shows.

#asked and answered #i have no idea how to respond to this #but i think trying to group everything else together #just doesn't work #but also i think that korea is doing well but we have to see how they go #because they could easily start giving us the kind of ending i don't want #and then i'll get nervous

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chloeangelic · 9 months

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Hey there! I’m not sure if this is a weird way of asking this, but I was wondering if you are BIPOC? I’m black and I absolutely adore your writing, always feels very inclusive in the way you describe your main characters :) Whether it’s conscious or not, I really appreciate it!!!!

Hey!! <3 Not a weird way of asking at all. I'm so glad to hear you say this cause I am white as hell and I really do my best to make my characters as inclusive as possible! I have a picrew of myself included in something I have coming up, and now I feel like my cartoon appearance is gonna be a jumpscare for my followers HAHA but maybe thats a good thing??

Back to the topic tho, cause it's something i've thought a lot about as someone who writes reader insert fics - I'll put all my thoughts under the cut to save peoples dashes

It seems like blushing and describing the ways joel touches the readers hair, or how its styled, is where a lot of people get nailed on characters seeming white coded specifically, so

I've made a conscious effort to use language that can apply to all hair types - even if they all do have medium-long hair to get the dramatic effect of Joel's actions - like hair being swept/brushed aside, tucked behind her ear, clipped up w/ pieces left out. he might "play" with the MCs hair but he doesnt typically "run his fingers through" it like she does with his, cause i know that's annoying or even impossible when you have wavy or curly hair. I generally talk about hair pieces (which could mean anything, could be lock of straight hair, a wave, a curl, a braid, a loc, or anything) or her entire hair length, instead of "strands". I always think to myself like okay, does this make sense for different hair types? and if i can picture it in my head then i green light it, haha. i have a fic coming up where the MCs hair is styled as "the little pieces in the front of your hair, twisted and clipped back while the rest fell over your shoulders" and i think that can apply to all long hair as well

i never describe the MC as blushing in terms of how it looks (blushing pink/red), i more so describe her being flustered or feeling a blush/flush creeping up cause there's a very physiological aspect to that. As for someone looking flushed, it's my nice and dainty way of saying they look SWEATY hahaha

eye color wise, i do compare the MCs eyes to crystals and stones from joel's POV, and that's because there are crystals/stones/gemstones of all diff colors, so it's just the sort of sparkle in her eyes when she looks at joel that i'm referring to

In terms of other types of inclusivity, i think the one thing people get nailed on is their MCs seeming small/skinny/petite, like skinny little reader who's 5 ft tall. my readers are p much always described as being curvy (i sometimes tag "reader has hella tits and ass" haha), and i think that can mean a wide range of body types. I'm 5'8 and curvy+muscular irl so my MCs are, in my head, on the taller and thicker side, whatever that means to the reader. I pretty much always mention something like ass jiggle, ass/thigh recoil, joel grabbing or squeezing ass/hips/flesh etc, all of which i think imply that the MC is thick to any degree.

another thing is that many of my fics have a size kink aspect to them, and the emphasis here is not on the MC being small but rather on Joel being VERY big, broad and strong. many many of my smut scenes include the MC being on top and joel moving/tossing/flipping her around, and thats him being strong and physically overwhelming. i also describe his hands are big, his shoulders being broad etc to emphasize that HE is big, not that the MC is small. i am not small, dainty or petite in any way irl so i dont think im even capable of writing MCs like that haha

this was a lot of text, sorry - if you have any questions feel free to lmk but this is basically my whole thought process!

thank you so much for reading <3 <3 <3

#chloe's word voms

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nomniki · 1 year

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𑁯 order number eleven: a chocolate chip cookie to share with . . . jeongin ! 𖥦 ( 🦇 anon ) ㅤ𓈒ㅤㅤ৩ ㅤ`

anon i would, without a doubt, match u w jeongin! you guys would have the absolute cutest height diff and i know he’d find u adorable 😓😓

jeongin loves fashion and planning out his outfits to coordinate, so he’d love having a partner who also expresses themselves through their style and would definitely insist on subtle ways for you to match

you both have quite sarcastic/dry humour so you’re each others sounding boards, you bounce off each other and bring out the best of each others humour

as for your ideal date with jeongin, i think it would be a pretty chill affair

you’d visit a dog shelter to take one of their oldest on a walk, you’d mentioned in passing that you liked dogs and he wasn’t sure whether a dog cafe was overkill for your first date so he thought this would be a nice alternative

you’d take turns with the lead and jeongin would guide the conversation with gentle questions to get to know you better

neither of you are particularly affectionate but it’s nice to be in his space, elbows occasionally bumping and the brush of your hands whenever you swap over who’s holding the nice dog you’re walking

you’d wander around the nearby park, maybe share earphones and introduce him to some of the more alt rock and metal of your music taste

he hadn’t planned much beyond the walk and unluckily for you both, rain struck as you were leaving the dog shelter

you’d laugh and tell him about how you like the rain, and that would be enough to drag him out from under the awning and twirl around with you

the pictures he took of you before you pulled him out into the rain with you were set as his lockscreen,

(the members would tease him endlessly once they realise what it is he’s staring at his phone for so often, he’d be so shy but he wouldn’t change it)

he’d take you to a convenience store and insist on paying for the small array of snacks you gather in your arms, although he conceded and let you pay for the umbrella

(the one you both probably could’ve done with half an hour ago..)

you’d sit outside and help him unwrap the bread rolls with stickers in them, and he’d let you because you looked unfairly cute organising the stickers you’d collected

(his hyungs spend most of their time doting on their precious maknae, but there’s something different about when you do it, so jeongin let’s you open his things with a shy smile he’d deny having if anybody ever confronted him)

it wouldn’t be a conventional date by any means, but walking home under the umbrella with your arms linked was immeasurably special to you

you’d jostle each other so the rain gathered on the lip of the umbrella would tip onto the others head and make snarky remarks

i think u and jeongin would have the kind of relationship other people wouldn’t really understand, but you’d understand each other so well that that didn’t matter yk?

#୨ ୧ — 🐬 nomniki hits 500 !#stray kids x reader #yang jeongin x reader #yang jeongin scenario #stray kids scenario #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #skz jeongin

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tradedsymmetry · 3 months

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okay I've kinda been wanting to do this for a little while and I just sent this message to someone and it's a great example I think so I'm going to. so here's the message, and then under the cut, a bunch of different words/phrases are highlighted in diff colors. the colors don't mean anything, I just did a different one each time in order so that it's clear that they're separate things.

so the thing where the conversation style where you just offer up bits or info and then the other person should feel free to then offer up similar things, or whatever. I just like illustrating concepts, or maybe it'll help someone understand. but I just now thought of it as like links in a wiki article. or key words. any of the things that pop out to you can become a new thread of the conversation. and there's probably more that someone else could think of to branch off from!!

"I did my own Myspace html!! I had a friend who made sparkly banners and stuff but I could do the more basic things myself hahaha

it came in handy like 12 years later when I worked in a call center and the contact sheet needed to be updated and it was on SharePoint (I think?) in HTML. I was like.... "I know enough to know a lot of what's happening here!!! I'll do it!!!" hahaha

I brushed up on it again over the summer but I don't really have any reason to ~use it at the moment haha"

I did my own Myspace html!! I had a friend who made sparkly banners and stuff but I could do the more basic things myself hahaha

I brushed up on it again over the summer but I don't really have any reason to ~use it at the moment haha"

so the other person could reply with a multitude of things. a memory or question about Myspace, or html, sparkly and/or glittery things, or banners for that matter I missed that one. they could ask what the basic things entailed, or offer up something basic that they know how to do(in html or in any aspect of life, idk). any proper nouns are usually good jumping off points I think, especially because it makes sense that it'd pop out to you to pull up a memory? whereas maybe remembering a time when they enthusiastically volunteered to do something at work, or suggesting a way the other person could put their html skills to use would be less likely to happen, and the other person might be less likely to follow your train if thought. depending on the detail you jump from, the other person might have no idea why you're telling the story you're telling. so you can add an intro, where you say "you saying that you were so excited to to be able to help at work reminded me of this one time I..." or you can pick a "bigger" jumping-off point. I would assume that seasons are usually good picks.

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ctcantostopwontstop · 1 year

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Joe Sun!

That means "good morning" in Cantonese. And until about 6 days ago that is the extent of my Chinese language knowledge. Oh, and I can sing happy birthday! Languages are not something that I just pick up- you have to really beat me over the head with a word and have it be in context for me to get it. I'm serious, I didn't even know "nei ho" meant hello (or rather, nei5 hou2 as it's written in Yale romanization and Jyutping). And I didn't know what Jyutping or Yale were either- I mean I'd seen phonetic words with a numbers written next them before but I didn't know how to pronouce them or that it was a formal writing style with a name.

My bonus-son attends a school that has a Cantonese immersion program, he's not in the program, he's in Gen-Ed. But I bring it up because he's been there for 3 years and so as a non-Chinese person I've had a lot of exposure to Cantonese language. A lot of oppotunities to learn... I just wasn't motivated or interested.

Sometimes my lack of curiosity is just embarassing.

Anyways then life happened. Covid-19 happened and I decided to return to school and pursue nursing. So that was 2022. I completed the prerequisites in December and decided to take a CNA course while I'm waiting to find out if I'm accepted into nursing school.. and since I had some free time enrolled in an online French 1A class as well. Why not brush up on the long forgotten/never really grasped language I studied in college? At some point I'll learn Spanish...

So then I started my CNA clinicals and half/more than half of the residents/patients I'm working with are Cantonese speaking. A few of them speak some English but some not at all and it was immediately apparent that not speaking Cantonese means I can't communicate with half the residents. So I need to figure something out fast because that isn't going to work for me. I need to learn how to say something more than just "good morning".

I asked my classmate (who speaks both Cantonese and Mandarin) to help me with a few simple phrases. How do I say "hi, my name is Celeste" and "how are you doing today?". And she told me how to say them and it was so complicated. It's tonal so I couldn't just write down the sounds because the pitch matters... and if I say a word at the wrong pitch it means something completely different word... ZOMG.

So I went home and got on YouTube which, sorry quick tangent here": YouTube has been a life-changer for me in terms of my education. When I can't understand a concept the teacher or book is explaining I go to YouTube and can find something to get me pointed in the right direction. I honestly wonder what my life would have been like had this tool been available to me when I was in high school and college. If I'd had these tools available to me then...

One of the first videos I found was Cantoese 101 which was great.

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This was great just some basic phrases to get me started. I watched the first 5 minutes on repeat for like 20 minutes trying to get the rhythm and tones. I sort of got it... I think I did anyways. I didn't have anyone to practice with so let's just say I did :).

So tones...

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You have got to be kidding me! People can hear the difference between those?! I mean I can hear maybe 3 different tones... sort of. But I can't distinguish 6 tones. And I definitely couldn't repeat any of the tones on command. Are you joking? That seems impossible.

My first reaction was "I'm not a musician or a singer- so how can I possibly do that?". But then I remind myself that over a billion people speak Chinese and I'm pretty sure they're not all singers or musicians and they figured it out...".

Okay. Then I can figure it out too.

In order to speak the language you have to be able to recall the tone and say it accurately on command. I wonder if people who speak tonal languages have perfect pitch? Or if you have perfect pitch if learning a tonal language would be easier?

I can't hear the difference between tones 4, 5 and 6 and 3 doesn't sound much different from 6. This isn't me being an asshole and saying "it all sounds the same" I'm saying I'm trying but even when really focusing my brain hears them as the same sound. I can't hear the difference.

That is SO interesting! Can I learn to do that? Learn to hear them? I'm gonna try!!

Okay, so now I know what the tones are- at least theoretically. I just need to learn how to hear them! And say them.

詩，史，試，時，市，是

I listened to multiple people reciting "si1, si2, si3, si4, si5, si6". But where do I start? Is tone 3 considered my speaking tone? What tone am I speaking at? And what's the range?

This video by CantoneseCorner was the first one that put tones into context for me. Something to come back to if I get off track. I found this super useful.

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And then this one by Amanda. There ARE tones in English... we just use them differently and she helps break that down. There's 3 videos in this series.

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Then I stumbled on Kahei who does this exercise of moving from one tone to another. There are six lesson in all.

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To check myself I use Bing to translate what I say in Chinese into English (currently Google only offers Mandarin translation... get with the program Google!). I'm assuming Bing is accurate... I don't really know. I tried speaking in French to see if it could translate that to English the accuracy is over 90%. I also tried speaking in English in a bunch of differnent "accents" tBut with Cantonese... is it me or the program? It's coming in around 10% accurate. Maybe 20%. Sometimes, I have the tone

I also use Hong Kong Vision to convert the characters to Jyutping. It will also convert to Yale and other Romanizations you can also change how you want it displayed which, depending on what you're doing, makes copy and paste more straight forward.

I just discovered Easy Pronunciation which also does translation. It's a little more polished looking but also more limited in how it will display the answer (only 1 format). However, it does spread out the words so I can see them independently. I'm really trying to separate different sounds and distinguish words from them so any tool that helps me do that and isolate a single word is useful right now.

I'm really curious what tone it would be on a piano. Like what if I tried singing it first? Or is that too much? Probably...I just started toying around with this website that helps you find your range for singing. I wonder if it will work for language tones? Worth trying.

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Carlos and Leon for the acrostic asks

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C - Confession - which of you admitted romantic interest in the other first (if they’re the flirty type, when did they admit they were really serious about the other?) how did they do it? what was the reaction?

they kind of admitted at the same time tbh. carlos is kinda flirty, so for a while vita assumed he was just doing his normal charismatic/smooth-talking stuff w/ them and they’d “flirt” back. both of them were actually trying to flirt & thought the other person wasn’t really interested / was just being their normal self. it drove the other survivors up the wall for WEEKS because they kept hitting on each other and it kept going nowhere. it finally reached a head when they were in a trial together and vita tried to hide in a locker and saw that carlos was already in it, but they both knew they had no time to find somewhere else to hide before the killer was going to come in, so carlos pulled them in with him and closed the locker door. problem was that carlos had his back against the back of the locker and vita was facing forward when they got pulled in, so the two of them got smashed up against each other w/ carlos’s arm still around vita. carlos was dying bc vita’s boobs were pressed up against him and vita was dying bc they were face first in carlos’s chest (and was also VERY quickly aware that carlos either had a flashbang shoved in his pocket or might have something to talk to them about). they had an excruciatingly painful several minutes of hiding while the killer circled the area and they both had to keep quiet. i haven’t plotted out exactly how the conversation goes but either right after that (or shortly after the trial) they have a conversation that boils down to “okay that drove me fucking insane actually”

A - Art - do they draw or paint? what about any other kind of art? what’s their favorite style/subject/another artist who inspires them?

i don’t think carlos draws or paints, but i do think that he would enjoy something where you’re physically shaping the art, like sculpting or pottery, even if he isn’t very good at it. (there’s just something about working with your hands, you know?)

R - Rainbow - what colors do you associate with them and why?:

i associate green (like, a dark/muddy olive green in particular) w/ carlos! mostly bc of his fatigues when he’s working for umbrella

L - Language - what’s their love language? what’s yours?

i think carlos’s love language is a mix of physical touch + verbal affirmations. he’s a very touchy & warm person with anyone he’s friendly with (when he congratulates someone, his first instinct is to clap them on the back while he’s just beaming and talking about how he’s so proud of them), but that gets amped up SO much more in a relationship. he’s always looking for an excuse to thread his fingers with his partner’s or rub his palm on their back or lean over so he can brush up on them while he’s murmuring something in their ear. he’s also very, very big on verbal affection— he has lots of sweet nicknames/pet names for his partner, he’s constantly spilling “i love you”s into their conversations, and he showers his partner in affirmations and praise. i think my own love languages are physical touch + verbal affirmations

O - Online - what is your f/o’s social media presence like, or what would it be like if they had internet in their world/era?

oh god hmm. in a casual AU where he has a diff profession/etc i think he mainly uses it to go back and forth w/ friends like chris and leon. (there’s an edit that someone did of like, person A saying something in a post, person B replying to say that’s dumb, person A replying w/ coordinates, and person B saying “im sorry” and person A is chris and B is carlos. i think thats very accurate) if he posts any selfies or anything though god help him bc ppl are gonna be thirst posting NONSTOP under his stuff

S - Story - if you and them were in a fairytale, which story would you be and who would play which character?

oh, god, i’m not good w/ fairy tales or anything like that. if we wanna go off of the most abstract interpretation in existence, carlos did unfortunately get hit with the werewolf au stick, so they could be red riding hood & the big bad wolf (“bad” lol. as if he isn’t a big sweetheart)

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L - Language - what’s their love language? what’s yours?

i think that leon’s love language is a mix of physical touch and quality time. with how hellish his work is, he doesn’t get to see his partner all the time (assuming they don’t work alongside him of course), so he really savors any and every minute he can get alongside them. he’s not an overly touchy person in general, but with a partner he craves physical affection all the time and looks for any excuse to get it.

E - Emotion - is your f/o open with their feelings or do they keep them close to their chest?

i think leon keeps his emotions close to his chest. he’s reserved about his feelings and honestly is a little paranoid that if he talks about how he feels about someone it’ll cause bad things to happen to them, because hell, trouble seems to follow him and anyone he cares about, and is it really paranoia if he knows they’re actually in danger? it’s hard to get him to talk about how he feels because he copes with everything going to shit by deflecting and joking or being sarcastic. (of course, if his partner wants to sit down and have a serious talk about his feelings, he will— it’s just not his default state.)

O - Online - what is your f/o’s social media presence like, or what would it be like if they had internet in their world/era?

screams. i think in a modern/casual au setting leon doesn’t use social media super often but he’s just an absolute DUMBASS when he uses it. chris gives him shit about it constantly

N - Nostalgia - what’s your f/o’s favorite memory?

honestly? i have no idea on this one. i’ll have to think on it, maybe i’ll come up with something later

#thank u…….#ask games #leon tag #carlos tag

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@DailySnailies on twitter allowed me to redraw their snail oc moom & then I remembered actual moon snails exist. moon snails have beefy bodies ( also know as their foot) that can absorb water & sometimes get big enough to cover most of their large shell. So, I redrew moom with that concept, making it so that the engorged part of its body does the moon eclipsey thing of the original design. moom is a celestial snail and according to @DailySnailies "Celestial snails are a unique species because they don't have a home planet. They drift through space, camouflaged as planets, moons, stars and comets." Basically moom is the coolest lol Also, here’s a time-lapse of me drawing moom on twitter! Even after cutting out so much of the clip of me trying out a million brushes and styles, you can still see how unsure and inexperienced I am when it comes to drawing, so please be gentle while critiquing 😅

Real moon snails are also pretty darn cool! fun fact: they spend more than a day drilling a hole into their prey just to suck their innards out like through a straw. They come in many diff colours & sizes & all variants are cute as eff. Here are some of the pics I used as refs.

#digital art #my art ✨#original character #drawing #art #moon snail

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Could I request some HCs with a neige x tomboy MC? Also sometimes they're mistaken as a guy due to it?

neige leblanche x tomboy mc headcanons

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(man, at first it was riddle, now i'm getting a lot of neige reqs.. i don't mind at all btw, it's actually kinda fun to write him!)

thank you for your request, anon, also i used they/them pronouns for the reader character here, if you prefer she/her pronouns for them, please tell me and i'll edit it! and you mentioned mc so i'm assuming you meant the player character.

♡ people often think that you're a guy when they first meet you because of your looks. it happens all the time and you've got used to it. you don't get mad at a person if that happens, you just politely tell them that "hey, i'm actually (your gender)". but now it seems like fate itself thought you were a guy because you got into an all-boys school! congrats! it took some time for you to explain to everyone that no, you're not a boy, you have no idea how you ended up in here. most students remembered that (though some of them now feel kind of awkward when they talk to you) but some boys still need a reminder every now and then. (also crowley is one of those people that keep forgetting about your real gender EVEN THOUGH HE'S THE ONE THAT WAS LIKE "YOU'RE ACTUALLY (your gender)??" WHEN HE FIRST HEARD ABOUT IT FROM YOU)

♡ when you met neige for the first time, he thought that you were a guy as well. you told him the truth and he quickly apologized, he didn't want to offend you or anything like that!! and he even compliments your style and looks, which is.. yeah, you didn't think that you'll hear that from him. neige just thinks that you look really cool and this kind of clothes and your hairstyle really suits you. people rarely tell you that, you usually get told to dress differently so that no one will get confused. so getting complimented and especially by someone like neige was.. kind of nice.

♡ you two get along really well. neige was so surprised when he learned that you go to nrc because it's an all-boys school like rsa. you tell him that you don't know how you got there too but you got used to it eventually. he thinks that it's amazing how you managed to adapt to such a different environment, not only a new school, but also a new world! he doesn't know what he would do if something similar happened to him.

♡ i'm not saying that some nrc students don't really like the fact that you're friends with a rsa student, but that's exactly what i'm saying. especially *cough* a certain pomefiore student *cough* like, honestly, vil doesn't care about you looking too masculine or anything like that, we all know that vil is too powerful for gender norms, but he often tells you things like "y/n, please, i'm begging you, just brush your hair, i don't care about you wearing clothes that people think are too masculine for you, having messy hair is NOT a part of your style and even if it's short, YOU STILL HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF IT-" and you'd reply with "well, neige told me that my hair is cute :)" silence. and then, finally, you get this: "he told you W H A T"

♡ and neige really did tell you that!! he said a lot of similar things to you and sometimes you got thoughts like "what if he's just being nice and he doesn't actually mean it" but then he looked at you with this genuine smile on his face and you were like "nah, he means it". everything you do is so impressive to neige!! like you could just lift a heavy thing and he'd be like "woah!! :O how did you do that??" and you're just "it's- it's not that big of a deal", but he's looking at you with eyes full of sparkles, he's just?? so amazed??

♡ it's honestly a mystery to everyone why you and neige get along so well. you two are completely different, you have this cool and masculine aura (and looks) and neige is just. if "uwu" was a person, that would probably be him. you don't really understand it too, like why is he hanging out with you so often? you're also from different schools, no, you're from rival schools! you even asked neige once about it and he just answered "maybe we're so close because of our differences and not what we have in common? you know, opposites attract! :D" and when you think about it.. yeah, maybe he's right.

♡ as you two got even closer, you eventually started to develop feelings for each other. and you noticed that neige is being even more nice to you than usual, you'd often get cute gifts from him and he still told you things like "you look great, as always!!" but his cheeks were more red (which was easy to notice because of his pale skin) and he started talking more quietly almost as if he was.. shy about it?? you hoped that you didn't just imagine it.

♡ and yes, you and neige did become a couple! it took you two some time, but you did eventually confess your feelings to each other. this whole situation is so funny to you, like, people didn't understand why you and neige are friends, how will they react to you dating now?? especially nrc students, you're actually curious to see their face expressions when you tell them about it. yay, you're on your way to absolutely destroy vil LET'S GOOOOO

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst headcanons #twst x reader #neige leblanche #neige leblanche x reader

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