#every time i try to learn art i get bored though

[be-good-to-bugs]

2023 / oh to be such a lesbian that your crush turns into a god and changes the laws of the universe itself in order to change your fate. meduka meguka you truly are like no other.

#madoka magica #pmmm #madoka kaname #magical girl #puella magi madoka magica #fanart #orbs art #anyway. these were quick lazy stuff but im very happy with them. trying very hard to change how i draw #i need to be more chill and silly about it. feeling to stiff and bleh about drawing lately. this was v good for me #i had wanted to shade this but itd take so much effort to shade the lineless and the lined its not really worth it #i think it looks good as is and ik id just get bored and then never finish this drawing ever if i tried to shade it #anyway. just rewatched this show and. its so good. it like. changed something in me when i first watched it 6 years ago #and not exaggerating. i have though about this show almost every single day since then. my brain ran with the whole concept #thats good though. its been 1 of 2 main focuses since i was 11. it means a whole lot to me. when i finally learned of and watched rebellion #my little brain was ecstatic. i hadnt felt joy love and inspiration like that in such a long time and i havent since. #idk. its my only main special interest that wasnt tainted by others thinking it was stupid. hell even my mo watched the show and loved it #anyway ill stop talking now uh. its 6am and im rambling. not that i wouldnt do that at 6pm too

[little-hermit-crab56]

I've been writing for a while so I thought I'd share some writing tips I've learned along the way.

1. Never sacrifice the flow for a quirky line.

That bit of dialogue or flowery paragraph you really like but it kinda disrupts the flow? Scrap it. I know it hurts, but you need to. If you really want to keep it, find somewhere else to put it where it actually fits in.

2. Dialogue is a dance.

Dialogue should go at the pace of an actual conversation, back and forth with little breaks and pauses. Add as little dialogue tags as possible while still making it clear who is speaking. You can also describe what is happening during a pause in the conversation rather than saying they paused, unless the pause is important.

3. Show don't tell is a guideline, not a rule.

Show don't tell is a very useful guideline, but if you're ALWAYS showing it can get exhausting to read. Skip the boring bits and just tell us what happened, then we can get to the good stuff.

4. If it's boring to write, it's probably boring to read.

If you can cut out a whole scene with little consequence to the story, you probably should. As I said before, you don't always have to show us, you can always tell us.

5. Everything needs to have a purpose.

I know there are probably lots of interesting or cute scenes where your characters are just fucking around, but if it doesn't develop character, relations, conflict, or plot, why should we care? Definitely still write them if they make you happy, but if you're gonna add it to your final draft, make sure it matters.

6. You don't need to explain everything all at once.

I know it feels tempting to put all the lore, and all the character's intentions, and reasonings into the first few chapters, but please refrain, you can reserve that for your character and worldbuilding sheets. Instead, take the time to let us get to know the characters, and the world, in the same way we'd get to know a real person. Make your exposition as seamless and natural as possible. It will take practice to know when to reveal information and when to let us wonder, but you'll get there.

7. Write in a way that comes naturally.

I know you probably have an author you wanna write just like, but that is unlikely to happen. Embrace your natural writing style and perfect it, rather than trying to be something you're not. Writing is an art, you need to find your own style and polish it as best you can.

8. Try to make us feel connected by cutting out certain words like "felt".

"Chad felt like a glass of water." Can be replaced with, "Chad was thirsty, so he reached for a glass of water." Both sentences tell us Chad wants a glass of water, but one makes us feel more connected to Chad than the other. Though both sentences have their time and place, you want to make your audience feel as close to their protagonist as possible. Make them feel like they're there, rather than just an onlooker.

9. We don't need to know every physical detail of your character.

I know you probably spent ages creating the perfect characters and you want to give us the perfect image of what they look like, but it can get monotonous and boring, why do we care that your character has brown eyes unless the colour has some sort of significance? Try to list off only the most notable features of your character and put focus only on the relevant details. Sometimes you can even not describe them at all and throw in little bits of information about their appearance for the audience to put together. We read to imagine, not to have a perfect image painted for us when we could be getting to the plot.

10. You're allowed to be vague.

Allow your audience to assume things, with some things you can just be lazy and let your audience's imagination do the work for you. Of course, don't do this with important things, but you can save so much time you might've spent researching an irrelevant topic when you can just be vague about it. You don't have to know everything you're writing about, so long as you know the bits that matter.

11. Writing is a skill that takes practice.

Don't be so hard on yourself if your writing is a bit cringe, we've all been there. The important part is that you research how to get better and keep writing those super cringe chapters. One day you'll reread something from a while ago and realize you're actually not as bad as you thought.

12. Leave your work to rest.

I know you wanna start editing right away, but once you've finished, leave it for at least a month. The longer you leave it the better, but that depends on your attention span. A month to six months is good if you're really impatient but want a good result. If you keep writing in that time your skills will continue to improve, then you'll be editing that draft with fresh eyes and fresh skills.

And if you're a fanfic author, I usually leave my chapters for a week before editing and posting.

Hope this helps anyone struggling, I thought this might be especially relevant now with nanowrimo.

I recently realized how much knowledge I've been accumulating over the years, I definitely have more but this is all I can think of for now.

I'm no writing guru, but if anyone has anything they're struggling with, I can do my best to help you out, so dont hesitate to ask questions.

#writing tips #nanowrimo #story writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity #writing #writer

[suashii]

— 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 ౨ৎ

matsukawa issei x f!reader. 1.1k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ dad!mattsun ﾉ issei and reader are separated and coparenting ﾉ reader referred to as "mama" ﾉ a bit of jealousy ﾉ silent pining :3

“look what i drew, daddy!” your daughter holds up her art that she’d been working on at school up to your phone, the front-facing camera picking up the colorful piece of paper. you sit beside her, surveying the call and trying to hold back your laugh at matsukawa’s expression—a mixture of confusion and enthusiasm, more of the former.

his eyebrows are knitted together but there’s a smile pulling at his lips. it probably doesn’t help that the picture is flipped—you yourself had a bit of a hard time determining what exactly it was when she pulled it out of her backpack to show you when she got back from preschool. “that’s such a nice… puppy?”

the small girl to your left frowns and shakes her head, holding the piece of paper impossibly closer to your phone in hopes of giving her dad a better look at her drawing. “it’s not a puppy, it’s a bear! see!”

“ah,” matsukawa breathes out, nodding his head in understanding. “sorry, kiddo. daddy can’t see too well.”

she quickly accepts his apology, discarding the art and picking up on a new and entirely different topic in the blink of an eye, something about a game she had made up with her friend. it’s a story she’d told you about when you picked her up in the afternoon so you find yourself zoning out, focusing more on the girl’s excitement that’s mirrored on her father’s face as he intently listens to her retelling. it brings a soft smile to your lips.

you were worried about the whole coparenting thing, anxious that not growing up in a house with the two of you would have a negative effect on your daughter. though, it seems like your apprehension was nothing to fret over. the little girl spends an equal amount of time with you and her dad, even asking to video call whichever she isn’t staying with at any given moment to keep them updated on the happenings of her days.

she’s never had any complaints and as long as she’s happy, then so are you.

there’s no telling how much time has passed when your daughter has grown bored of talking but when she does, she tells her father so. “i’m gonna go play now.”

“okay, little lady.” he knows that once the girl has her mind made up, there’s no changing it. mattsun could talk to her forever but he agrees to let her go. “hand the phone back to mama before you go, yeah?”

she slides the phone across the table so it’s sitting in front of you, getting up from her seat and wasting no time waddling off to her toys.

“bye!” mattsun’s voice sounds over the speaker, “love you!”

“i love you!” she yells before crossing the threshold of the room into the next one.

your daughter prefers video calls with her dad and even though you find it a little awkward to facetime with the man you were once in a relationship with, you stay on the current call instead of starting a new one with only the voice feature. you sniffle weakly as you wait for him to start the conversation. although, when he does, it’s not something you’re expecting to hear.

“wow, you look like shit.”

your mouth falls open in offense and you fight the urge to flip him off. “thanks, asshole.”

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckles under his breath. every interaction, in spite of them being much less frequent than in the past, reminds him of when the two of you were together. the charm he fell in love with is still there and sometimes he finds himself wondering how he ended up parted from you. he shakes the thought from his head, focusing on the current conversation with you. “what’s the matter? you sick?”

if you’ve learned one thing about mattsun during your separation from him, it’s that he’s more attentive than he lets on. he pays attention to the little things—you wonder if it’s a trait he’s picked up on as a result of being a parent or if something else brought about his consideration.

with another sniffle you nod, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “i think she gave me her cold.”

his jovial tone turns a bit more serious with the new information. “why didn’t you tell me? i could have taken the munchkin so you could get some rest. i’m pretty capable of this dad thing.”

“i never said you weren’t,” you clarify, because you know he is, “i just didn’t want to bother you and what’s-her-name with looking after her on my days.”

he snorts and wonders if you truly forgot his girlfriend’s name or never bothered to learn it to begin with. he supposes it doesn’t matter now. “mei. and i broke up with her. a couple weeks ago.”

you’re surprised he didn’t mention that much sooner and even more surprised that your daughter didn’t spill the beans the moment she took notice of the woman’s absence—the kid is just like her father, observant, a little gossip at heart.

“got it.” you nod. you’re not quite sure why, but your heart feels a little lighter in your chest now knowing that the woman you never really cared for is out of the picture—that issei is single again. your relief is rooted in selfishness, a sense of possessiveness that you have no claim over. it’s a little concerning but you’ll take the time to reflect on it later. clearing your throat, you return to the topic at hand. “you really wouldn’t mind taking her for a couple of extra days?”

“of course not.” he shrugs. “the kid’s my best friend.”

you laugh at his declaration. it’s equal parts funny and sweet because you know he means it.

the pleasant sound makes matsukawa smile. it’s been a while since he’s last heard you laugh, a genuine one, at least. he misses being able to draw those giggles from your chest, hearing them every day.

he doesn’t let himself get lost in it.

“i can swing by your place in the morning and take her to school,” the man tells you and he adds the next part on at the last second. “is there anything you need? medicine? food?”

how thoughtful, you think to yourself. he really only needs to have his daughter on his mind but he’s still thinking of you. “no. thanks though. i really appreciate it.”

“don’t mention it.” but what he really means is: i’d do anything for you.

i churned this out in like an hour bc i wanted to write the dynamic but it’s a little messy :3 nevertheless, hope you enjoyed !

#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: haikyuu #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x you #matsukawa fluff #haikyuu fluff #matsukawa drabble #haikyuu drabbles

[belphieslavenderscentedpillow]

Obey me Boys as students

Thank you for the love on my other posts, every reblog, note and follower is appreciated!

Also feel free to request something!

This is more of a human high school AU, so there is more human talk than devildom.

There is a bit of Nsfw in asmodeus part, but other than that it’s pretty fluffy/maybe crack?

Lucifer

Straight A student, what did you expect?!?

But I’ll tell you, he’s honestly kind of annoying to be in a class with

He’s such a suck up without even ACTUALLY TRYING to be a suck up

When the teacher makes a mistake he 100% corrects them with no shame

But he’s still somehow a teachers pet

People hate him because they wanna be him fr fr

I honestly don’t think he’s naturally academically intelligent like belphegor or interested in subjects like Satan

The only reason why he actually tries is probably because he thinks failing academically is embarrassing

That being said I think he’s a hardworker, always practicing and learning

Definitely pulls all nighters regularly to finish assignments

Favourite subject is probably physics like a granddaddy

Has a very simplistic pencilcase in black with an ink pen

Mammon

Literal class clown

HE is the reason why class is low key fun

Everyone keeps saying he’s annoying but high key miss him when he’s not there

That being said he’s incredibly charismatic

I think he’s got lots of friends in class cause he’s super easy to be around and he’s funny asf

he’s probably one of the kids on the teachers “hate list”

Literally always gets picked on from teachers

Always goes red when they point out his mistakes but he turns it into a joke

I think he’s an average student but is crazy good at like music or something artsy

He’s that one kid who always ALWAYS forgets his stuff

If he’s lucky he might have a chewed up pen somewhere in his bag (maybe)

He’s definitely a pen biter you cannot change my mind

Leviathan

Oh boy

He’s a very shy kid, and honestly most people forget he’s there

Even the teachers which is kind of a good thing honestly

He sits in the back of the class and does his work calmly

Never talks like NEVER

Probably has one good friend in ONE class who he goofs off with but I think that’s honestly it

That being said there’s def some type of popular demon crushing on him

He has potential to be above average academically but I don’t think he cares enough

I think his favourite subject is art because he gets to practice drawing boobs I mean he gets to practice anatomy

Has a bunch of cool stationary from animes

Definitely has some sanrio type of stationary that he NEVER shares

Satan

A student that gives 110%

He would literally be the perfect student because he has this amazing combination of politeness, academic intelligence and actual academic INTEREST

would be if he didn’t absolutely despise all of the teachers

He knows more than the teachers so sitting in class is incredibly boring to him

Thinks the teachers have no teaching ability and knows he could teach this class better than them

He is such a good student for being such a bad student if you get what I mean

Super organized but not at all at the same time

Polite but disses the teachers- really it depends on the day

He loves all subjects but I think he’s a biology or maybe a literature guy wink wink

someone hc him to send answers in the groupchat while cussing them out- that is 100% Satan

He‘s probably super popular I mean, smart, pretty and a romantic- can’t get better than that! (Well lets skip over the anger issues)

Asmodeus

Your residential play boy/fuck boy!

But just add sweetness to the mix; like he makes sure the person knows his intentions before starting anything with him

That cute boy in class that has a bunch of friends and is super popular for an ACTUAL reason

He does literally EVERYTHING but pay attention

He‘s still a teachers pet though

Probably fucked a teacher to get through the year

Has a bunch of stationary and has really pretty notes even if he doesn’t know what anything means

His favourite subject is probably geography or design (art)

Beelzebub

Jock. What more is there to say?

He‘s not your typical jock, cause unlike all the other jocks he’s actually humble

(The sport bring fangol obvi)

That being said he’s crazy popular, because he’s athletic, cute, sweet, friendly and humble

People are all over him all. The. Time.

Yeah sure he might not have a whole bunch of brains and his grades are below average but at least he’s cute right???????

Yeah he’s not much of a academic person, like AT ALL- he only likes PE, maybe a little bit of art (cause it’s easy)

The teachers surprisingly don’t really care all that much about him- just a random student 🤷‍♀️

Belphegor

This little shit

He‘s that kid who is a genius for no reason what so ever

He reads the paragraph once and never again and still gets an A++++

He barely pays attention in class, skips like 60% of the time and still rivals Satan

Lucifer and Satan get pissy about it because he doesn’t even TRY

His fav subject is math because it’s just understanding a few rules and that’s it

His favourite saying is „mathematicians are lazy��, please tell me your teachers told you this too

He is so charming for no reason, and that makes him a little shit

All he has to do is smile and the person just melts

That being said a smile from him takes a lot of effort

He never takes his stuff to school so he just asks another person and they never hesitate to give him stuff

Teachers just don’t care about him since he barely shows up anyway 💀

Diavolo

Literally cannot focus in school

He‘s like a jock mixed with student body- super charismatic, super hot and reallyyyy popular

He‘s that one friend who has like a gazillion friends and says hi to someone every 2 minutes

But when he’s in class he cannot focus to save his life

At home he’s a mashine- finishing task after task but in school he gets distracted over every little thing

He has so many expensive items, shoes, pants, stationary EVEN HIS SOCKS

Nr.1 crush for literally anyone

Favorite subject is any social subject really

He‘s a pretty average student but his teamwork ability make him stand out

Teachers gossip about other students to him 😃

Barbatos

Straight A student, no one knows his methods

Diavolo is his best friend even if they are polar opposites

Very well liked, by students, teachers but he only willingly talks to diavolo and his crush we all know who wink wink

Very well organised, always has his stuff

Even the way he wears his uniform is neat

He‘s so mysterious…… which makes him kind of hot honestly

He probably doesn’t care about the attention though

Simeon

Ugh literally the perfect student

Smart, kind and charismatic

Literally a teachers pet

Probably is in a whole bunch of clubs

I could totally see him in the drama club

Favorite subjects; drama and literature

He probably reads shakespear in his lunch breaks

He never cusses in class- even when the teacher gets on everyone’s nerves

He has so many friends! Seriously it’s hard not to like him

That being said his weakness is computer science

Yeah not really his strong suit

Luke

Poor baby gets teased relentlessly

He is super cute though

is such a sweetheart genuinely

Don’t be mistaken if anyone actually has the guts to bully him, his 11 family members are ought to get them

He works really hard to get good grades and make Micheal and Simeon proud!

He‘s in the baking club and his favourite subject is probably science honestly

Solomon

This little shit (#2)

He‘s such a mixed bag of different student traits

He‘s lazy, but hard working

Social but introverted

Super popular but gets hated on

His favourite subject is science specifically chemistry

If you are in his chemistry class he‘ll pull some chemistry pick up lines to annoy you

He‘s also in the baking club which makes Luke get cold sweats every night

Also a huge shoutout to @kkeromenoo , thank you for the love!! Sadly I can’t respond to the comments 😭 someone pls tell me how it works..

I just also wanted to say sorry for the fact that 1) this post took so long and 2) some of the characters are shorter. Probably will edit this later, but again hope you enjoyed!

Proofread!

All credits go to @belphieslavenderscentedpillow

#obey me belphie #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me x reader #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphagor x reader #obey me solomon x reader #obey me simeon #obey me simeon x reader #obey me diavolo x reader

[bump1nthen1ght]

Goblin Knight NSFW Headcanons

Pairing: Male!Knight!Goblin x GN!Reader

Genre: NSFW headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 520 words

Goblin Knight SFW Headcanons

Goblin Knight is a very traditional lover; He thinks the only proper place for lovemaking is a bed, where he has ample space to attend to your body and make you feel good.

He’s on the more ‘vanilla’ side, but is far from boring. He’s willing to try most positions, especially ones that capitalize on your size difference. 

(There is something about missionary though that drives him wild. Something about being slotted in between your thighs, laying kisses into the fat and digging his nails into your hips. He looks directly into your eyes, and the intensity of his gaze is almost too much)

Big fan of mutual masturbation, although it makes him blush like crazy. He knows it’s a little silly to be embarrassed while jerking off when you’re lovers, but it feels different. When you have sex his focus is typically on you, you, you. But to feel your eyes go up and down, watch as he strokes his cock and pleasures himself? He can’t help but scrunch up his eyes and blush like a newlywed

His dirty talk is on another level, making each time feel like a beautiful display of art.

“My love, The flavor of your skin lingered on my lips, like an oasis in the desert when I am away. Please, bless me with another taste.”

He’s not very vocal, but his grunts and moans are downright sultry. They’re deep and so passionate.

(Touch the base of his tail and he’ll melt in your arms. It’s such a sensitive spot)

Prefers to be on top, once again focusing on your pleasure, but also doesn’t mind being a bottom. Any excess attention gets him flustered, but he’ll still hold a lot of the control.

“M-my darling, you make me feel so good! Please, right there.” His voice lilts melodically and you can’t help but follow every command.

Not a very rough person by nature, but he is a seasoned knight, and can get tough if you request it. You’d be surprised how masterfully he can manipulate your body, knowing exactly where to grab to keep you in place.

(He got rough once on his own accord, after someone disrespected him and your relationship, tried to imply he couldn’t ‘satisfy' you because he was a goblin. That night he took you for a ride.)

(No degrading talk though, thats a hard boundary of his)

Huge praise kink, both giving and receiving. It makes his toes curl

Absolute master of oral, using his size to his advantage to get very creative. 

(His dirty secret is that he once fantasized about giving you head under the table at a public banquet, none of the other guests any wiser. He’d never actually do it, too improper, but maybe you could coax him into a roleplay 👀)

Gets very affectionate when you give him head. Lots of compliments and loving words, petting your hair and telling you what a good job you’re doing.

Not very experienced, but eager to learn. Like swordsmanship, he throws himself into studying you and what you like. Always an excellent scholar of the physical arts ;)

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #gender neutral reader #my headcanons #goblin x reader

[zepskies]

Break Me Down - Part 5

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

💚 Break Me Down Masterlist

AN: Get ready, there be some surprises in store for this one…

Word Count: 5,100 Warnings: 18+ only. Smut (m. receiving oral and implied smut), SB’s attempts at flirting lol.

Part 5: Morning, Night & Day

Now that you were allowed to roam the mansion freely, you were able to confirm that it was huge. And it was beautiful…if a bit dusty. 

The house boasted Spanish style arches and textured walls, cherry wood furniture and rod iron lamps and wall sconces, not to mention various art pieces on the walls that looked well-curated. No doubt Soldier Boy had hired an excellent interior designer.

You were more interested in the garden outside. It was tucked away behind the pool, in the shade of large palm fronds and bigger trees. Peeking through them was a lovely view of the mountains. 

Though it reminded you of the damn cliff where you fell, Soldier Boy saving you, and of course, being an arrogant asshole about it. 

Your lips pursed in annoyance. What a dick.

Expelling a heavy sigh, you shook the thought of him out of your head as best you could, and tilted your head up to the sunshine. You’d found a nice stone bench to just sit and be, and try not to think about why you were here.

“Lunch time,” Frank said, encroaching on your solitude. He wasn’t a chatty man, always one to hand off your meal and leave. Escort you back to your room and leave. 

You were bored enough (and perhaps lonely enough) to attempt a conversation.

“You seem to be the brains of the operation,” you remarked. “Yet he’s got you babysitting me. My condolences.”

Frank gave you a bland look. He wasn’t a hothead like Tony, but he was starting to look annoyed as he was still holding out the plate to you. It looked like a roast beef sandwich on rye with some mixed fruit on the side. At least they were trying to keep you healthy.

“I’m not a fan of rye bread,” you admitted. “Tastes like sour cardboard.” 

But you took the plate anyway. 

“Want to sit?” you offered a place next to you on the bench, before Frank could scurry off. “I doubt doing Soldier Boy’s bidding is more fun than ignoring me for a few minutes.”

You could tell he was about to leave anyway. So you tried one more thing.

“He’d probably want you to watch me,” you pointed out. “Make sure I don’t choke on a grape or something.”

Frank’s mouth twitched, though it wasn’t quite a smile. After a moment of indecision, he surprised you by sitting down with you. You’d been trying to get Frank to talk to you for days, but he was definitely the strong and silent type. The good soldier, following his orders. 

You were a curious person by nature, but more than that, you wanted to know what kind of men your captors were. You weren’t just learning Soldier Boy. You had to learn his team too.

So you offered Frank a grape. He met you with a raised brow, but he didn’t take it. You shrugged and popped it into your mouth.

“So,” you started, tucking into your sandwich next. “Ex-military, turned private sector?” 

Frank shot you another look. He was older than you, though not quite old enough to be your father. He could have been around M.M.’s age.

“You carry yourself like an military man. Marine maybe,” you guessed. 

Frank sighed and gave a short nod. “Good guess.”

“My father was a Marine,” you said. And that was the truth. Military men ran in your family—from your father to your grandfather, though you’d never met the latter. He’d died of liver and kidney failure, thanks to good old-fashioned alcoholism.

Frank snorted. “My condolences.” 

You eyed him with a small smile. “You got a family? Wife and kids?”

He hesitated, casting his gaze ahead. You sensed it was a question with a potentially loaded answer, so you let it be. 

“Yeah,” you said. “I know the feeling, being married to your job. Harder to quit than heroin.” 

When you offered him another grape, this time, he actually took one.  

Being able to tell between night and day somehow told your body that the night was no longer for sleeping. So your wandering continued that night. 

Moonlight poured through the tall windows outlooking the garden, but most of the mansion was dark and eerie and all but silent, except for some quiet rain pattering outside. 

It’s like an episode of Scooby Doo in here, you thought with a shiver. The long halls were empty and mostly dark, with just a few dim wall lights along the way. Still, you’d rather be alone than run into one of Soldier Boy’s goons, or even the man himself. 

But you wanted to rejoice when you found the kitchen. Finally, you could put together a meal for yourself that wasn’t a damn sandwich. 

Both the pantry and fridge were fully stocked with expensive-looking ingredients. At the moment though, you weren’t so hungry for a heavy meal as you were for a snack. Maybe something for your incurable sweet tooth. 

You rifled through and found something you recognized: a family-sized tray of Chips Ahoy. 

Ooh, success! With a grin, you ripped open the top and rifled through the cupboards for a glass.

“The hell’re you doing?”

You jumped with a yelp at the voice that startled you. You looked over your shoulder and frowned in annoyance when you noted Soldier Boy in the kitchen doorway, leaning against the frame. A snappish retort was on your tongue, but at the last moment, you held onto the threads of your temper.  

Don’t be difficult, you reminded yourself, however much the thought grated.

“Midnight snack,” you replied, nodding to the open parcel of cookies. “Want some?”

You took out two glasses without looking at him, but you could hear him approach. When you went to the fridge to look for some milk, you noticed him take a seat at the kitchen island in front of you, where there were three stools. 

“What’re you, a fucking eight-year-old?” he remarked. You raised a brow at him and took no less than five cookies from the tray. 

“You’re never too old for milk and cookies,” you said sagely. You were a proud dunker, and you did so until your cookie was half-soggy with milk. You shoved an entire one into your mouth and looked him in the eyes when you did it. 

His lips tugged upwards, dryly amused, while his gaze not-so-subtly raked over your form. You almost rolled your eyes, but you resisted. He could take in your oversized shirt and sweats all he wanted.

“‘S that a man’s shirt?” he asked. 

“Yeah. Not a lot to pick from here at the Holiday Inn,” you quipped. You were running out of clean items that would actually fit you, and you weren’t about to run around here in some of the slutty shit you’d found.

“Can’t sleep?” You distracted him with the question, then slid a glass of milk in front of him. Regardless of what he said, he’d glanced at those cookies twice. 

This was an opportunity, you thought. A chance to get into his head, see what the fuck made him tick.   

Soldier Boy eyed the milk, then you. After a moment, he grabbed a cookie and took a bite. He didn’t answer your question, and instead asked one of his own.

“How’d you get caught up with Butcher?” he asked. 

You smiled behind your glass. It seemed he was curious about you too. 

“I work at Supe Affairs.” That was easy enough for you to admit. And if he was smart, he would’ve had Frank run a background check on you. 

Soldier Boy snorted. “Yeah, I figured that fucking much. Doesn’t answer my fucking question.”

So damn rude. You wanted to sigh. 

“I help run surveillance,” you said. But before he could ask his next predictable question, you continued, “Grace Mallory recruited me because I was a private investigator…and like you, I worked at Vought for a while.”

His attention piqued at that. 

“Though your tenure was a bit before my time,” you couldn’t help a light jab. 

His lips curved again. “Why’d you take a job you couldn’t hope to win? You got some vendetta against me, like Butcher?”

You arched a brow, watching him shove another cookie into his mouth. If anyone had a vendetta against him it was M.M., but trust Soldier Boy to conveniently forget murdering the man’s grandfather.

“You’re asking if I’m obsessed with you? I think not,” you said with a genuine chuckle, then sipped at your milk with some decency. Unlike your companion, who already had a pile of soggy crumbs on the counter beneath him.

Soldier Boy shot you a frown, and his eyes said he didn’t believe you. He sat back in his chair, his jean-clad legs falling open casually. His gaze on you, however, was anything but. You wouldn’t admit it, but it made heat creep up the back of your neck.

“Really?” he said. “‘Cause I gotta tell ya, sweetheart. During your slutty little seduction act, you were pretty fucking responsive.”

He rubbed his palms slow down his thighs, like he could still feel yours wrapped around his hips and grinding your hot core against his slacks. 

You stared back at him as your lips pressed together. 

Soldier Boy tilted his head at you, his smile turning smug. “The filthy sounds I was getting outta you…”

You set down your glass on the counter. Reaching for another cookie, you rested your elbows on the counter and leveled him with a teasing smile of your own. 

“Unlike you, Ben, I’m a good actor,” you replied. 

His brow twitched at that, however subtle. You couldn’t tell if using his real name annoyed him, or if it just added to the game you two were playing. But it felt right, stripping him of at least that façade. 

He wasn’t a soldier. He wasn’t even a superhero, really. He was just a man. 

Albeit, a super fucking strong one with an ego the size of Empire State. But a man. The same kind you’d dealt with all your life. 

And he crossed his arms, like he was starting to lose his patience with you. 

“Then why’d you come out here?” 

Munching on a dry chocolate chip, you answered, “To get paid. Why else?” 

Again, it didn’t look like he believed you. 

“You don’t look the type,” he said.

“Don’t I?” you said. He seemed to know you were holding something back, but not willing to admit he wanted to know it. 

And you weren’t willing to give it to him. He didn’t need to know that you’d taken this job to support your family. Because what the hell would he know about family? 

…But at the same time, his curiosity just made it all the clearer: in whatever small way, you’d piqued his interest. He wanted to figure you out. 

And maybe that was the real reason you were still alive. 

It started to happen like that more often.

Midnight snacks, as you’d continued to call it in your head. When you couldn’t take being alone with your thoughts (or being alone at all), if you made your way to the kitchen you often found Ben.

Whatever was keeping him awake, he seemed to crave the company as you rifled through the pantry. From alfajores, macarons, and chips, to the entire leftover ham from dinner, he often smoked a large blunt and ate whatever you found. 

You’d taken a hit once when he offered, but the shit was so strong than you abstained afterwards. You wanted to be in your fully right mind around him.

And you talked—about the old-ass TV shows he never got to see the end of, and the new music he hated. You’d enjoyed (gently) teasing him about being an old man who didn’t understand Cardi B when you played it on his phone. You suspected he didn’t quite understand how all the bells and whistles worked on an iPhone yet. (But he’d taken it back from you before you could text anyone.)

“In my day, there was a little more fucking class,” he’d said. “Sinatra. Nat King Cole. Christ, the fucking Beatles.” 

You’d rolled your eyes at that. You liked all those guys too, actually. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t bang out all the words to “Bodak Yellow” and “Please Me.” 

You also talked about the movies he missed out on. The ones you thought he’d probably enjoy, like the Terminator sequels and Liam Neeson’s Taken (if only for the sheer irony). And all the while, he asked you probing questions he likely thought were subtle. 

“What did you do at Vought?” he asked over chips and salsa. 

You thought the salsa was a bit too spicy, but he was lapping it up. It both amused and disgusted you. 

Until he licked some of it off his fingers. Catching your gaze, his became mischievous. He slid his fingers out of his mouth with an obscene noise. All the while, his deep green eyes held yours. 

You would never admit to being turned on, but you felt your cheeks warming up as you fought not to react, watching the juices drip down his fingers.

“I ran down criminals for the supes to ‘catch’ them,” you managed to reply. “They just got to do the sweeping in part.”

“Lazy shits,” he remarked, licking off the remaining salsa from his hand. You tried not to focus on the sight of his tongue. Afterwards, he gave you reprieve by wiping his hands on a paper towel.

What the fuck is wrong with me? You inwardly shook your head at yourself. 

“Back in my day, we actually ran down our own leads,” he said. “Sure, we got tips every now and then, but we did our own busts.”

You didn’t know how much of that you could believe, considering he’d never even fought in World War II, despite his numerous claims of pounding Nazis up the ass.  

“How’d you end up there, anyway?” he asked. 

“Vought paid more than private practice,” you wryly replied. 

He eyed you then. “And before?”

Before? Was he just bored, or did he genuinely want to know about your life? 

Still, this was starting to veer into things you’d rather not talk about.  

“Worked for my dad’s P.I. firm,” you said, making an effort to untighten your spine. “I learned what I know from him.”

That much was the truth, though you hadn’t spoken to him in over a year. 

Ben chortled, making you frown. “‘A’ for fucking effort there, sweetheart.”

You huffed. Yes, you did realize the irony of being kidnapped by the man you’d hunted down (sort of). Didn’t mean he had to be such an asshole about it.

“He must be fucking proud,” he added. Your gaze sharpened with irritation. 

“Like your dad was proud of you?” out came your pointed reply, before you could stop yourself.  

His amusement faded, likely as he stared back at you and saw that you knew for a fact what he’d told Butcher.

A fucking disappointment.

He didn’t bother lying, but his lip curled into a sneer. 

“Be careful, sweetheart,” he warned. You heard the underlying threat in his voice. You forced yourself to keep your mouth shut, lowering your eyes. The act was grating on you, boiling your blood.

But it seemed to mollify him enough. He let out a low chuckle. 

“I’ll let that one go,” he said. “Next time, I might not be so fucking nice.”

You believed him. 

It was a week of this, before you finally found out the hard way where Ben’s room was. 

You were wandering down a long hallway on the second floor, over in the west wing of the house. Your room was in the east, so you really hadn’t seen this side of the mansion before. The problem was, all these halls were looking the same to you. 

And now you had no idea how to get back to the main hall, where by now you could navigate downstairs to the kitchen, the back garden, the pool hall, a study room (with several shelves of books), a gym, and even an indoor movie theater. 

Suddenly, you thought you heard a woman’s voice, high and giggly. What the hell?

Your natural curiosity led you farther down the hall, where you could see light and movement beneath the closed door. Whatever (and whoever) was in there, you really should just let it be. 

You’d been able to successfully avoid Ben for the past few days, and you didn’t feel like dealing with the headache of another encounter with him—for as long as you could manage it.

So you were just about to turn back and keep on your merry way.  

But when you heard a slap, followed by a feminine cry of pain, you halted in your step. With your brows crunching in concern, you couldn’t help but approach the door again. You leaned in to listen.

Another slap, another pained mewling from the girl. Your mouth turned down in an angry frown of alarm. 

What the fuck is going on? You didn’t know what kind of sick shit he was into, but if he was hurting some poor girl for his own entertainment, you knew you couldn’t just walk away. 

After one more second of hesitation, you gripped the door handle and shoved it open. 

What you found seared your eyes. 

In unblinking shock, you took in the shambled state of Ben’s room. Clothes strewn haphazardly about, remnants of lines of coke on the coffee table, plates of half-eaten delicacies left on a wheeled in buffet, bottles of liquor, half-empty glasses and shots rolling around. 

And a California king bed occupied the center, where the sheets and pillows had fallen off while Soldier Boy fucked no less than five prostitutes. All looked to be of various ethnicities and a wide age range. The oldest of them looked saggy enough to be in her seventies, but she was working as hard and skillfully as the rest of them.  

One of the younger ones, maybe around your age, was getting spanked by one of his large hands while another girl’s head bobbed over his lap with gusto. The other three were finding things to do, whether on the man himself, or to each other in front of him on the bed. 

In reality, you probably took all this in for just a few seconds. 

But a gasp fell unbidden from your lips, along with a “Jesus fucking Christ!”

Ben looked like he had been working up a mild sweat. Broken from his concentration though, he glanced up at you. And then the broadest, Cheshire cat fucking grin spread across his face. 

“Hey, baby doll,” he greeted mischievously. “You here to join in? Here, tag in for, uh…what’s your name again, sweetheart?”

He looked down and grabbed the shoulder of the girl in his lap. She released his cock out of her mouth for a second to answer, “Jasmine.”

“Sure,” he said with a nod. Then he frowned and gestured to his still rock-hard dick. Your eyes widened in shock—both at the audacity, and at the size of it. You blushed hotly.

“But don’t fucking stop now, Jesus,” he said to the girl. And he looked over at you with a raised brow. “Unless you wanna jump in…but seriously, don’t make me wait all fuckin’ day here.”

Your face contorted in disgust. 

“There’s not enough fucking therapy for this,” you muttered. 

Then you fled the room, slamming the door behind you so hard that it rattled. It still didn’t muffle his laughter behind the door. 

Your face, neck, and the tips of your ears were on fire as you hastened down the hall. 

By the time you got to the kitchen, you could even hear your rapid heartbeat in your ears. You set a hand over your chest and felt the thump, thump, thumping under your palm. 

Images continued to flash through your mind—naked flesh, bouncing tits, shockingly adept wrinkled hands. And then the man’s chiseled bare form, planes of tanned skin over muscle, and strong-looking hands.  

Fucking hell. You shook your head to try and rid yourself of your brain’s ongoing loop, but it was a losing battle. With a long and frustrated sigh, you reached into the fridge and grabbed all the ingredients you needed to make a damn sandwich. 

You knew Ben had hired a personal chef (Simone, you thought her name was), but you were pretty sure she was currently part of the service the supe entourage today. 

You slapped together a turkey and provolone sandwich with some lettuce, mayo, and a pickle for added “razzle dazzle.” 

Though on second thought, you put the pickle back. 

With an aggravated huff, you stood at the counter and tore into your dinner (you were too angry to sit at this point). You devoured half of it and nearly a whole bag of Doritos by the time that cocky bastard strolled in like the cat that got the cream, and clearly, more than once.

He looked freshly showered, and finally clothed in casual pants and a buttoned down shirt, rolled up on the sleeves.

Ben eyed you with a smirk. You raised a brow at him. 

“That was fast,” you remarked. “I expected you to be in that fuck dungeon all night.” 

“I wouldn’t call it a dungeon,” he said, leaning on the other side of the counter opposite you. “More like a cellar of fine delectables.”

You snorted. “All right, Hugh Hefner. I want to scrub my eyes with bleach.”

“Didn’t look that way from where I was sitting, doll face,” he quipped. His brow rose at you with a salacious, curling smile. You leveled him with a look. 

“At the very least, you would’ve ended that little dry spell of yours,” he added playfully. 

Your gaze sharpened at that. You dropped your sandwich on the plate to glare at him. “Excuse me?”

“What’s it been?” he asked, leaning closer into your personal space with a more knowing grin. “Don’t really fucking tell me it’s been three years since somebody’s laid you out right.”

Despite your outrage at his audacity, your mouth fell open the slightest bit. 

“What…”

Again, he eyed your form, and not subtly at that. Today you’d found a pair of jeans that you’d managed to squeeze into. The polo shirt clinging to your waist and ribs and tight across your breasts wasn’t helping you either.

But you were honestly surprised he could still be looking at you like that when he’d just been doing some Olympic-level fucking. 

Your spine tightened nervously when he straightened to his full height, walking around the kitchen counter towards you. His hand slid across the surface, his head tilting at you in amusement. 

“It’s amazing what you can hear on shitty hotel roofs,” he said. 

Your eyes widened when you understood what he was getting at. When you were on the phone with your sister… 

“Maybe then you’ll—and let me not shock you here—meet someone,” Louisa had said. “And finally put an end to that three-year goddamn dry spell.”

And that prickly feeling you’d felt then, licking up your spine and raising the hairs on the back of your neck…

“You were watching me,” you realized.  

Ben just looked down on you with a deepening smirk. His green eyes were alight with mischief, and yeah, probably lust too.   

“You fucking creep,” you said, with both a sigh and a roll of your eyes (despite your growing blush). 

He chuckled and raised a hand to lightly grip your chin. “That’s not very nice.”

You glared up at him, too angry and stubborn to remember to mind your temper. He seemed to like it though, working you up. He teased and prodded you enough, almost like a little boy trying to get a girl’s attention. Except this one was the most powerful supe alive.

So why does he like it so much, this stupid cat and mouse thing?

Not for the first time, you wondered why he decided to keep you around. And you had a feeling it wasn’t just to bait your friends. Maybe he just liked toying with you, seeing how far he could push until you snapped.

And then what? you wondered. 

Though if you were honest with yourself…you were just as into this little game as he was, albeit for different reasons. You wanted to understand him. 

At first, it was the job. Know the man you’re after.

But now, it was more. Knowing Soldier Boy, getting to know Ben would be the key to making it out of this situation alive. You just knew it…if only he didn’t make it so damn frustrating. 

“Seriously, tell me,” he said, still with a deceptively light grip on your chin. The pad of his thumb brushed your full lower lip, making your breath hitch. He glanced down at your mouth, then back into your eyes. 

“How fucking long’s it been since that pretty pussy’s been touched?” he asked. “‘Cause in my opinion, that’s a crying shame.”

For a moment, your breath got stuck in your throat. You felt a hot blush rising in your cheeks, down your neck…and maybe warmth between your legs at the mere suggestion.

You inwardly steeled yourself, clamping down on your anger and your embarrassment. Instead, you leveled him with a cool smile. 

“Not forty years, I’ll tell you that,” you said. 

While he raised a brow, he let you slowly push his hand away. You left him in the kitchen soon after, but he watched you go. Whether you meant to or not, the sway in your hips and your delectable ass in those tight fucking jeans made his dick twitch. 

Figures, he thought, that you’d get all fucking huffy. He shrugged and picked up half the sandwich you left behind. 

You found nothing else for your frustration but to head outside.

With a sigh, you sat down at the edge of the massive pool and just dipped your legs in. You didn’t have a swimsuit, and you didn’t want to take any chances by getting your clothes wet around here. Or even worse, stripping down to your bra and underwear. 

You blushed at the memory of Ben’s proximity, his touch, his rich, teasing voice that dripped with lustful promise. And that just reminded you of the scenes from his room, which flashed in your mind every so often like a bad porno. 

Shit. You absently bit at one of your nails. Ben had also heard that entire conversation with your sister. That meant he knew about her, and that gave you no small amount of anxiety. 

But he already had you. He hadn’t tried to extort you for anything (yet). You knew though, that if he threatened Luisa, or tried to use her to manipulate you in any way, there wasn’t much you could do but play along, like everything else. 

Right now, anyway… 

You noticed a dark shape out of the corner of your eye, and for a moment you were annoyed, ready to tell Ben to give you a moment’s peace. 

But it wasn’t him. It was Tony standing near the end of the pool. He must’ve been freed from desk duty, or whatever Ben had him doing while he presumably recovered from his injuries.

“What up, Tony?” you greeted, unable to resist a teasing smile when you noticed the large boot for his broken foot. Now plus a few extra bruises from your last tussle. They were dark, but yellowing around the edges. 

His lips twitched at a cold smile. “They’re letting the little mouse out of her room now?”

You shrugged, smirking.

“You look good,” you replied. “How’re the balls though? Still broken?”

Tony expression tightened into a glare. “You better watch it, bitch.”

“Or what?” you challenged.  

There was enough distance between you and him across the pool for you to feel comfortable, but really, you weren’t too afraid of Tony.

Yeah, he was a dick. But you’d taken him down before. You could literally break his balls again if he needed more encouragement to fuck off. 

Tony just smirked back at you, deciding to leave you alone for now. You watched him head back into the house with sharp eyes. He wouldn’t take you by surprise again.

Frank was waiting for you when you got back to your room. You were more relieved to see him than you’d like to admit, and you greeted him with a genuine smile, before you noticed the shopping bags in his hands. 

“What’s this?” you asked. Frank dutifully handed you the bags, and inside you found new clothes. They actually seemed to be your size. 

You looked up at Frank, both shocked and grateful. “You got me clothes?”

“Boss’s orders,” he revealed. Your brows rose high at that. 

“He told you to do this?”

Frank expelled a breath through his nose, hesitating, like he was debating how to frame his reply.

“He provided them,” he said. It felt like a confession, one that made your eyes widen at the implication.

Soldier Boy bought you new clothes? 

You didn’t know how to compute on this one, honestly. But you still answered with a tentative, “Oh. Well…thanks.”

He nodded, and soon left you with your thoughts and your spoils. You went into your room and dumped the bags onto the bed so you could examine their contents. 

There were casual shirts and yoga pants, a couple pairs of jeans, some sneakers, thank God. All the bras and panties, however, were lacey and expensive.

You shook your head with a smile, eyeing the labels. This man really went to Victoria’s Secret to buy you new underwear. 

It was both kind and somewhat sleazy, knowing he was going to be imagining you in the sexy, but admittedly tasteful lingerie. 

The “kind” part took you by surprise though. The clothes overall weren’t revealing or obnoxious. Even the underwear and bras were in styles you’d probably wear, under normal circumstances. 

So you put together an outfit out of one of the shirts and a pair of jeans, breathing a sigh of relief when you could peel the old ones off. 

This was a far cry from bullying and annoying you, and generally being an arrogant son of a bitch. 

The truth was, Ben was confusing you.

Perhaps now more than ever. 

AN: 🤭 Well, one would argue that she saw more sides of Ben than she thought she would (or wanted to). 😜

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how about Bad sanses x Artist male reader?

Yay! Sure thing :D

BAD SANSES X MALE!ARTIST READER

(Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror, Cross, Error)

Nightmare:

Nightmare was the last one to find out about your hobby, and that's just because he's too busy to notice. :(

He was about to tell you about some important mission, when he bumped into you drawing a portrait of him.

He couldn't even speak at that time, he was so... confused. But also felt prideful you were drawing him.

Definitely takes it to his room so he could stare at it longer.

"You have a great talent Y/n, such a beauty should be hanged so it could be admired by many." Himself. He was talking about himself. "Do you mind if I took it with me on the way out?"

If you answer positively, he'll just take it. No questions asked. But if you answer negatively... he'll just steal it behind your back. 💀

Look, he just really likes whatever stuff you draw, and the fact you drew him, awoken something in him. He needed to take the portrait with him! (Bro is thirsty as hell 😂)

In all seriousness though, he really admires your skills. Even though he never really says it.... The portrait you drew of him is his motivation, which he also won't admit. Since positivity doesn't do him any good....

Killer:

Loves to watch when you draw. But wait...you thought he was looking at what you're drawing? Nah.. he's looking at YOU.

In his words, he finds you more breathtaking then any artwork. But it's not like he doesn't like your drawings! He loves them, he just loves you more. ;)

He thinks your face looks really mesmerizing while you're drawing.

Sometimes likes to give you 'some tips'. (Don't listen to him, his tips are actually really bad 😨)

"Use black for shading, it's gonna look amazing! I'm speaking from experience." He's not. Literally has zero experience, just said that so he would impress you. 💀

Sometimes sneaks up on you and runs away with your art supplies. (Annoying as hell.)

Overall a pain in the ass most of the time, but he's your ass. 😂

Dust:

Admires your talent, and wants to know everything about it. 'What things do you usually draw? What type of artist are you? Can you show him some of your artwork?' he's actually so cute...

After he learned about your talent, he returned day after to your sleeping quarters, and showed you his new knowledge, about your hobby, last night.

Also gives you tips, but unlike Killer, Dust's are actually useful.

You actually learn many new things/tricks that you never knew about!

He's a total sweetheart, keeps checking on you to make sure you won't get lost in your hobby too much. He knows how easy artist's get taken lost in their artwork and don't sleep or eat.

If you'd ask him to model for you, he would in a heartbeat. But it would probably be the most boring pose ever.

Hands in his pockets and shit. 😂

Gets irritated by Killer's wrong tips, and immediately leaves the room once he starts spitting them. He just can't stand the stupid bullshit Killer says every time. 💀

Horror:

"Oh, you can draw? Can you draw food too?" Was his first question when you told him about your hobby.

He's always hovering over you when you draw, which can be nerve-wracking at times...

So to get him distracted, you suggested that he could draw with you. After thinking your question over, he decided to try it out, so he agreed.

After this, he found out that drawing with you made him relaxed....so he made it his daily activity with you!

He doesn't mind how his drawing looks like a child drew it compared to yours. He isn't really competitive when it comes to these type of things.

He just likes spending time with you ^^

Likes to ask tons of questions. (He finds your voice soothing)

Overall, he just found his excuse for spending time with you! (And a way for him to relax)

Cross:

Your hobby reminds him of Ink... which he shudders at and... avoids you for awhile. 😢

But you could always sense that he, more than once, glanced at your art.

After getting over his emo sappy phase, he finds the courage to talk to you again.

Wants to compliment you so bad, because it actually looks great, but he's just...shy.

He doesn't know much about your hobby, so he won't give much tips. But if you ask him for an honest opinion, then you can count on that!

He's just a sweet little guy 🥰

Error:

His immediate response to your hobby is just: "Oh great...another Ink!"

He isn't exactly 'thrilled' about it. But he doesn't mind it, as long as you don't bond with Ink over it. (Jealous)

Doesn't know much when it comes to creation, but he likes to knit next to you while you draw. It brings you two closer! ^^

Definitely defends you though when someone insults your artwork. Deems that it's just cause you both enjoy artistic hobbies. (Knitting and drawing) but he's really just a big fan of you and your awesome abilities!

If you need any art supplies, they would already be waiting for you on your desk by tomorrow morning. (Stole them from Ink 💀)

Doesn't like it when you're being pessimistic about your skills. He thinks you're awesome as hell!! Why're you bringing yourself down?

He's overall just happy to be able to peacefully enjoy his hobby next to someone he can trust. (Cutie patootie ❤️❤️)

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Astrology Observations #1!!!!

These are all opinions! Take what resonates! Also I'm not a professional, correct me if I got something wrong if necessary idk this my first try

It's been said before, but the Leo + Libra combination is incredible. The planets/placements can tell what they succeed at the best. (Example: Leo Sun - personality, general shine and personality, with Libra Rising - stylish, pretty, youthful, graceful, makes someone who garners a lot of attention naturally)

I've seen 8th House Saturn manifest as actively (I guess rather than lack of trying maybe idk) waiting to get close to people in an intimate relationship. They may not even like the implication they've done anything intimate with their partner. Once they're lock in with their person, they get pretty private. Depending on the sign, they also get very sappy.

Another Saturn note: While it rules over restrictions, delays, and the father, it also rules over tradition. Whenever it is in your chart you may also more of a "transitional" (or whatever traditional means to them) opinion of/take a traditional role in. Saturn's in 5th house Gemini for me, and when it comes to art/hobbies/acting and I was VERY against digital or CGI/not doing everything by hand/not cutting corners. And the want to have twins is STRONG + the 50s aesthetic dresses and style is very appealing.

Taurus in your chart can tell you where you're the most stubborn (I know this is obvious), and it also maybe tell where you're the most simple or easy to understand. I've noticed a lot of people saying earth Mercuries are boring to talk to or dry, but I've noticed that's just Taurus Mercuries. Which isn't bad at all, but they're very to the point, but not in a bad way. A good example is Taurus Sun in 4th house. Probably the most down to earth placement possible. Chill personality, comfortable home/likes to create a good home environment.

Sun conjunct Mercury are so easy to spot. Something how the way they talk just sticks, or they have an extremely distinct way of talking. My close friend who has it in Pisces 7th house strictly talks in metaphors, and is gets the worse the closer you get to him. Whatever the sun sign is is kinda the flavor of how you talk. (Maybe Virgo would be more descriptive/thought out, Aries would be more loud/impulsive etc)

Scorpio stelliums are the easiest to notice imo. When talking 1 on 1, they kinda trigger wherever Scorpio is on your house. My aunt has a stellium with Mercury, Venus, and Mars, and every time time we talk I get the motivation to take care of my public persona/career since Scorpio is my Midheaven.

Venus conjunct Mercury is chefs kiss when it comes to your voice. Whatever house it's in can rule what kinda vibes you have within style of speaking (like 2nd house could sound expensive, may have a talent for singing, 11th is very motivational, would get most of the attention when talking in groups). You could also be good at being vocal about things you love along with having a nice voice. Any writing would also be very beautiful.

Chiron opposite anything can point to something that can hinder healing if you don't think it though. Since (in my opinion) opposite creates tension but the planets can work together, rushing results ends up with the planets/asteroids clashing. An example can be Chiron opposite Saturn: healing would require cutting no corners, hard work, and stability or a routine, but you could have the feeling of acting on impulse, or shaking off a routine that's actually good for you, or even ignoring an authority that could be good for you (Especially if that Chiron is in Capricorn).

Saturn in Cancer individuals may have issues with taking up emotional space. They're the type of people to talk about how bad their day was for 4.5 seconds then apologize. I've never heard someone apologize for even complaining more than them. A lesson they may need to learn is how to be angry. Also they may need a nicer partner.

I've seen degree theories on how the degrees of Pluto can tell when/where you had your tower moment (like the tarot card: a time of the tower falling/everything kinda crumbles), and I gotta say most have been pretty accurate. I have a friend who has their Pluto in 5th house in the 16th degree and that's when they had their first experience with distrust in romantic partners. Mines in 11th house in the 14° degree and that's when I realized all of my friends at the time were bad.

Mars in Leo do really well on social media, especially when they have complete control over their projects. They may also have trouble giving up control to others and can become workaholics if there's heavy earth placements paired with it. (Markiplier is a good example with his Taurus Moon, Leo Mars, and Capricorn stellium)

Ok that's it for now. Let me know if I should do more, and any opinions you may have (please be NICE I'm not GOOD AT THIS) and also have a good day/afternoon/night :D

#astrology #astro notes #astrology observations #astrology aspects #saturn in 8th house #mars in leo #pluto #saturn in cancer #chiron #venus conjunct mercury #scorpio #sun conjunct mercury #taurus #leo sun #libra rising #markiplier #i cant not tag him its funny to me whenever i think about it #helloeverybodymynameismarkiplierandwelcometofivenightsatfreddys

[blues824]

Can I please request the hashiras with a female izuru Kamukura.

🖤Her being the hashiras who can preform all breathing styles and she did not train she just saw sombudy doing it and coptd it perfectly.

❤️Imagen them learning about her being a test rat maby they see her files that she hid with ubuyashiki and alowd them to read what they did to her (Somtimes humans are worse than demons. )

🖤Her being easily bord and has difficulty finding things interesting because of her ultimate talent being everything.

❤️How would they react to her nicherin sword being so rare that Hotaru haganzuka was so happy to make her sword being his favourite project ever .

🖤How would they react to her being being able to fight with her floor length hair lose and whoud they help her style her hair (of course being careful with her labotemy scares )

❤️Her being known and feard with the demons she is as feard with the demon like they feard yoriichi with her being able to use sun breathing just by reading about it.

These are romantic headcanons with the Hashiras, unlike my other series with Izuru Kamukura!Reader x Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Spoiler warning for Muichiro’s.

Gyomei Himejima

He thought you were a gift from the gods, to be honest. A typical civilian usually wasn’t able to master every single breathing technique. He could tell that you weren’t a demon either, even though you could recreate the blood demon arts that you’ve witnessed… aside from Rip-Off Michael Jackson’s Muzan Kibutsuji’s.

When you said that you wanted to become a demon slayer, he can’t say that he was exactly supportive. It’s not that he thought you weren’t capable (obviously), but rather he was very scared about the prospect of losing you. You were just doing this to try and find something interesting and intriguing since you were always bored, but this loving giant was so worried every single time you had a mission that he was not a part of.

This man was crying while praying that you would survive Final Selection. Once he heard from Ubuyashiki that you did make it through, he let out a sigh of relief. But, Ubuyashiki also pulled him aside from his training for a few moments to inform him of something that you requested him to know while you were gone. To hear about the procedure… he couldn’t even cry. But he was definitely angry that his beloved had to go through that.

Once Haganezuka had your sword ready, Gyomei sat with you as you unsheathed it. The swordsmith was angry upon seeing your blade turn black, but then you readjusted your grip and it turned bright red. The Stone Hashira could feel the immense heat coming from your nichirin sword and was actually very surprised. The swordsmith went from sour to super sweet, happy to know that he forged your sword.

To be honest, he doesn’t like how you fight with your hair down, as it can get in the way. If you ask him to put your hair into a ponytail, he will consider it the highest honor and might even tear up a tad bit. As he gathered the hair from in front of your face, he actually brushed his finger against the lobotomy scar you had and apologized. You said it was fine, and you even thanked him for putting your hair up for you.

A lot of demons are typically afraid of you aside from the Uppermoons, but all of the Hashira know that Muzan is scared of you. You were able to use Sun Breathing, the technique that was basically the mother of all other breathing techniques, and the only person who was able to scare the Demon King. Gyomei, however, is still very worried about you, since you only ever cared about doing something unpredictable.

Mitsuri Kanroji

She found you so hot, not going to lie. We all know that she’s looking for a strong bachelor/bachelorette to be her spouse, and you being the only person who could master any breathing technique including Sun Breathing. She’s swooning, and she’s imagining you catching her and being her hero.

That excitement kind of ends once she finds out that you desired to become a demon slayer, and even a Hashira. Don’t you know that you could get killed? Well, apparently you did, and you even told her that you were mostly doing this for the unpredictability that comes with each battle you go into. She couldn’t even begin to process the thought of possibly losing you because you are trying to find fun in battle, and for once she actually yelled at you for being reckless. You were definitely not prepared for that, but you were not going to let Mitsuri get hurt without you being there.

You passed Final Selection, and she was upset that you didn’t listen to her. For once, couldn’t you listen to her? She would have been proud had you told her your reasoning behind your decision beforehand. She loved you, and did not want to see you hurt in battle. But, you didn’t want the same thing happening to her either. Quite the conundrum that you have found yourselves in, hm?

Her nightmare was further solidified when you had received your blade and it was originally black. She made sure to have mitarashi dango on hand, luckily, but then you said that this wasn’t it and readjusted your grip on the handle. The sword turned bright red, and both the swordsmith and Love Hashira let out a gasp upon seeing it. 

When you ask her if she could tie up your hair, she giggles before grabbing a ribbon and tying your hair up. However, it reveals the scar on your forehead. She knows better than to ask about it, but you were fine with telling her what happened. Poor baby cried upon hearing about the excruciating pain you endured just so those sick people could create a human with the abilities of both demons and demon slayers.

She also knows how you quickly rose in reputation amongst everyone. The Ultimate Hashira, a person who demons and slayers both feared. You actually worried that someone would target her to try and get to you, and the sight of you being scared for her made her heart flutter just a tad bit. But she had to admit, she was scared too. 

Giyu Tomioka

He was very wary of you at first, considering you only had to watch him perform his breathing style and then you could take his sword and recreate it perfectly. Not just that, but you could also, with a blade, recreate some Blood Demon Arts that you have bore witness to. You were a total hazard to humanity, but he does not know why he fell for you.

It could be that you constantly butt heads. He did not want you to be in the Demon Slayer Corps for such a reason as pure boredom. That was not a noble cause in his eyes, but you did it anyway and actually passed Final Selection (unsurprisingly). He was still relieved that none of the demons trapped in there got the best of you, though. You were not expecting to be pulled into his arms when he saw you again.

Giyu was also sitting with you once you got your blade, along with Ubuyashiki and Haganezuka. All four of you could tell that this wouldn’t be your typical unsheathing. Once you did, it turned black. The Water Hashira’s eyes widened in realization, but his master put a reassuring hand upon his and the swordsmith’s shoulders before looking back at you. You put more pressure on your grip upon the handle, and your blade turned bright red. It was a shock to both Giyu and Haganezuka, but not to you or Ubuyashiki.

When he found out about your lobotomy, it was during training and your hair moved in a way that revealed the scar. He stopped his swing as he slowly walked towards you and gently placed his hand on the side of your head and his thumb softly ran over the rough skin. You let out a sigh before explaining what happened to you, and it made him sick to be honest. However, you seemed perfectly fine, but kind of filled with a desire to get your revenge…

Anyways, you once asked him to tie your hair up so that it was out of your way for training, and he did it with no questions asked. He seemed to know what he was doing, but internally his heart was pounding against his chest as he gathered all of your hair into a ponytail. After he tied it up, he pressed a soft kiss upon your neck before going back to his ready stance so the two of you could continue training.

Your reputation as the Ultimate Hashira did not intimidate Giyu at all. In fact, he was definitely very honored to see a Sun Breather. When you tell him that you are kind of worried about him being a target, he will make sure to stay with you as long as he can when you’re not on missions. When you get assigned, however, you both think it’s better if you don’t go on the same one, otherwise both of you will be distracted.

Tengen Uzui

At first glance, you seemed relatively boring. However, upon seeing that you could master any blade handed to you as well as any Breathing Technique, you became flashy to the Sound Hashira. He was actually very impressed with how you copied his Sound Breathing to perfection; better than any of his wives could even though they’ve been around him the longest compared to you.

When you told him that you wanted to become a Hashira, he smirked, knowing that if anyone could manage it, it would be you. You mastered Sun Breathing itself, so there was really nothing you couldn’t do. Now, it was when you were at Final Selection when he found out about the procedure done to you. Suma burst into tears as Makio and Hinatsuru gasped. Tengen could barely keep his anger inside, as he was aware that it went against the rules of the Corps to fight another human.

You returned to your lovers (yes, lovers) and they all waited with you for your blade. Considering Uzui was a Hashira, Haganezuka worked his hardest on your sword. Gasps sounded as well as a shout of angry surprise upon revealing that the metal had turned black. Your man had to hold the swordsmith back from hurting you when you said that there was something else. You readjusted your grip and it turned a glowing red. Your face held no shock, but everyone else’s did. Haganezuka just about passed out from the amount of joy he had.

That aside, your husband and wives loved seeing you use your range of breathing techniques. You were the only person in the world who could use all of them, including the original Sun Breathing. To train, you went against your spouses and Tengen even called it flashy whenever you used his Sound Breathing (this man has an ego bigger than my love for food).

Once, you asked Suma to help you tie up your hair before going back to training, but that caused a bit of an argument to break out between your wives. You let out a sigh before changing your mind and asking your husband to help out. Let me tell you, the argument shifted from just your wives to now your husband and wives. So, in an act to try and get them all to shut up, you unwrapped Tengen’s headwrap and instead wrapped it around yourself. This got everyone to settle down in just a few seconds.

If Tengen considers himself a god, you are probably in a higher rank than him as a deity (in his perspective). After all, you were much stronger than he was. Your wives often fawned over your strength, fainting whenever you carried one of them on your back. You could even carry the Sound Hashira himself, and he laughed out loud when you picked him up off of the ground.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

When Ubuyashiki said that you were a civilian who mastered every breathing technique you’ve seen, Sanemi thought it was bullshit. Well, one match later and there he is, getting the wind knocked out of him, and the pun is intended. But, he had to admit that the fact that you were able to put him in his place made his heart beat fast against his chest.

He is supportive when you voice your desire to join the Corps, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t scared without you being there next to him. While you were at Final Selection, he was training harder than ever to get his mind off of you. The Master had to make sure that he set aside time to take a break, eat, and sleep. It was during one of these breaks where one of the daughters of Ubuyashiki came out and gave Sanemi the file of your procedure, saying that you wished for him to receive it in your absence.

The Wind Hashira sat down and read it and got increasingly mad upon each word he read. The lobotomy procedure was recorded in excruciating detail, and he could feel himself getting sick. When you came back, he brushed your hair off of your forehead and looked at the scar that the surgery had left behind. Bro was just about ready to murder the people who did this to you, but you told him that they were long gone even though he didn’t actually say anything.

Haganezuka eventually arrived with your sword, and Sanemi sat with you as you unsheathed it. His eyes went wide when he saw it was black, but he tackled the swordsmith so that he wouldn’t lay a finger upon a single strand of hair on your head. But then the room lit up a bit and you stood up and showed them your sword. It was bright red. The men stopped fighting each other and each stood shocked at what happened.

This man has no idea how to tie up hair, so when you ask him he’s gonna refuse. You ask if it’s because he doesn’t know how and he says he does, but you know the truth. The man was just a bit too predictable when it came to his pride being questioned. You shrugged as you tied your own hair up, but later he goes to ask Mitsuri to teach him how to do it because he wants to learn how without admitting to you that he was not able to. The Love Hashira squealed in excitement when she learned the intentions behind it, and gladly assisted him by practicing with ropes.

You mastered Sun Breathing, and that meant that you were the most feared Hashira among any of them. You were as relentless as you were graceful in battle, and Sanemi knew this. However, he was aware that he was a target. Time and time again, you would scold him for rushing into battle head-on without thinking, but he never really listened to you until the fight was against an Uppermoon. 

Shinobu Kocho

She was definitely very intrigued when she heard that you were capable of mastering all of the breathing techniques that you either witnessed or read about. Heck, you were even able to recreate most of the Blood Demon Arts that you’ve seen, aside from Muzan’s. She actually wondered if there was something inside of you that gave you the capability.

That was the moment where you handed her an older-looking file before you headed off to Final Selection. While you were away, she did tests on the DNA samples as well as read what you gave her… only to find out that the abilities you have were given to you via a lobotomy. She read word-for-word what they had done to you to create the Ultimate Humanbeing. It was sickening and infuriating, to say the least.

When you had arrived at the Butterfly Estate, she immediately took you to one of the rooms where you would be hospitalized for a few days. During this time, she would ask you about the procedure and the… scientists… who did it to you. You said that you had exacted your revenge a while ago, and now were trying to turn your life around for the better. 

A few days later, Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho all reported to Shinobu that Haganezuka was approaching the mansion with your new sword. He was let in, and you were getting annoyed by how long his speech was getting. You pulled him by the coat and dragged him inside, and that surprised everyone. With a death glare in your eye, you said that you would be willing to use your Sun Breathing technique with your wife’s sword if he didn’t shut up and give him your sword. Well, we all know how it goes, and you now have a bright red nichirin sword.

Shinobu likes tying up your hair for you because it’s a whole other level of intimacy. If you want, she’ll even acquire for you a butterfly clip so that the two of you could match. Maybe one in a red color rather than a purple color to match the handle of your sword. She would feign sadness if you refused her offer, but she’d giggle before getting one for you anyway.

Being the Ultimate Hashira, demons are aware of your abilities and how you are immune from every attack save for age. But, another thing you weren’t immune to was losing someone you cared about. Muzan did not order your death, but rather your wife’s, knowing that it would get to you and leave you in an angrily distracted and vulnerable state. That’s what he wanted, or else you would not be stoppable.

Kyojuro Rengoku

This man is definitely surprised when Ubuyashiki introduces you to everyone as a civilian woman who mastered Sun Breathing just by reading about it. So, that being said, he takes a deep interest in you and introduces himself to you first, and offers to show you around. He even showed off his Flame Breathing, and handed his sword to you to show him Sun Breathing, only for you to do both. 

When you tell him that you want to become a demon slayer and go to Final Selection, he knows that he cannot interfere with your decision. So, he offers to help you train. Once you do leave, you have your crow deliver a file for you to Rengoku. It was from your lobotomy, and the Flame Hashira already knew of your scar. But, now he had all of the gorey details, and a sick stomach upon reading more and more. All that torture… just to create a superhuman?

Once you came back from Final Selection alive and well, he gave you the biggest hug you have ever experienced in your life. You honestly did not know how to react, and asked what he was doing. He apologized for all of the things you had to go through just to be where you are today, and you finally understood where he was coming from. Hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around him in return and leaned into him, letting a stray tear fall down your face.

Anyways, it was about a week after you returned when Haganezuka came to the Rengoku household with your sword. You, Kyojuro, and Senjuro all sat together with the swordsmith as you unsheathed your sword. The youngest Rengoku son almost cried upon seeing the metal turn black, as he read in a book what that typically meant. However, the oldest Rengoku son felt a heat coming from it and had the swordsmith and his brother back up as you readjusted your grip upon the handle. The sword was bright red.

It wasn’t long after where you began training once again. But, you had to admit that your hair was kind of getting in the way and it was annoying you. So, you asked your husband if he could tie your hair up. I feel like when Mitsuri was his Tsugoku, he tied her hair up before, so he knows how to do it. He’s actually surprisingly gentle as well, and you honestly weren’t predicting it at all. 

The Ultimate Hashira and the Flame Hashira being romantically involved was supposed to only be known to Ubuyashiki and the rest of the Pillars, along with the Kamaboko squad. However, somehow, the demons heard about it and reported it back to Muzan. Now there was a hit on Kyojuro, and you begged and pleaded with him to not go to the Mugen Train. Well, we all know how that went…

Obanai Iguro

Not only could you copy anyone’s Breathing Technique, but you were also able to understand and utilize Kaburamaru. You weren’t even a proper demon slayer. But, Obanai had to admit that he could trust you, since his snake trusted you almost as much as he trusted him. You both actually got along quite well, with your whole I’m not putting up with anyone’s crap attitude.

He is understandably scared when you say that you want to become a demon slayer, and he tries to convince you not to go to Final Selection. However, you just took your placeholder sword and went, and he knew that he couldn’t stop you. But, before you left, you gave him a kiss on the bandages on his face and gave him a file filled with details of the procedure you had endured. He read it, and to say that it brought him PTSD would be an understatement. You both were forced into different torturous procedures to make other people happier.

When you returned alive, he let a tear fall before wrapping his arms around you. You definitely were not expecting this, but knowing Obanai, he wasn’t expecting himself to do this either. But, you knew that it was because he now knew that you understood his pain. You took a step back before pulling your hair from your face and showing him the lobotomy scar. He knew what he had to do now, and he unwrapped his bandages to show you the scars he had across his mouth and cheeks. For the next few days, he had his bandages off around you, because he was staying with you as you recovered your stamina.

A few days later, Mr. Haganezuka arrived with your sword. Both you and your husband (during your recovery period, he definitely did ask you to be his wife) were annoyed by the guy’s constant talking and you unsheathed it without waiting. Kaburamaru restricted the swordsmith’s movement when your blade turned black, and Obanai was scared about your fate. However, you gripped the handle tighter and it turned a bright red. Now the swordsmith was happy.

I think he knows how to tie up hair. He might do it to rebandage his face from time to time so that his hair doesn’t get in the way. When you ask him to tie your hair into a ponytail, he is careful to not brush up against your scar, as he knows the skin can be sensitive. He does a pretty good job as well, and he predicts your quick tackle against him to try and tease him a bit. You loved his smile, you thought.

Again, you were known as the Ultimate Hashira, and you were untouchable. Muzan was aware of this, and targeted Obanai upon finding out that you were romantically involved with him. Now, this got you absolutely angry. Your husband was not going to get killed if you had anything to say about it, and now you both became the Ultimate Duo. Your crows were aware that you would stick with each other so he wouldn’t be hurt… or killed.

Muichiro Tokito

You grew to be kind of annoyed by his in-the-clouds attitude, and smacked him in the back of the head to make him snap out of it. Well, it worked for a bit and he actually saw you. He was lowkey in love, but we’re not going to talk about that yet. You could tell that his airheadedness was not intentional, and that he was a bit like you in that he had lost his memories. Actually, he once took you cloud gazing and it was the most relaxing thing you have done thus far. It was… nice.

Another moment where you’ve made him snap back to reality (oh, there goes gravity) was when you told him that you had received Ubuyashiki’s permission and recommendation to go to Final Selection. He couldn’t go against the word of his master, but he was scared the entire time you were gone. He often went to your house to stay, and there he saw a file and a note that said to read what was inside the cover. It was your procedure, and it was absolutely horrifying for him to read. Those people were sick.

Then you came back in one piece, he asked you about the lobotomy, and the anger he had buried inside of himself came outside to play for a bit. You pulled your hair out of your face as you showed him your scar, and he stood up and walked over to you to gently run his fingers along the marred skin. You told him that you couldn’t remember anything from your past, as the scientists had made sure you forgot any humane qualities about you to create the ultimate superhuman. So, you both agreed that you would try to regain your memories together.

When Haganezuka arrived at your estate with your sword, Muichiro watched intently as you unsheathed the blade. It turned black, but before the swordsmith had the chance to attack you for ‘ruining such a beautiful sword’, you readjusted your grip and put more pressure and it turned bright red, most likely due to your mastery of the Sun Breathing technique and the sheer anger you have inside of you.

This man definitely knows how to tie up hair. If you ask, he’s ready to do it. He has long hair as well, and he’s probably had to tie it up many times. Long hair gets infuriating sometimes. This is just a quick headcanon at this point, but whenever he ties your hair up, there are no bumps. Hailey Bieber’s slicked back ponytail could not compete with the expertise Muichiro has. 

Back to the emotional story. The Ultimate Hashira and the Mist Hashira, a couple with anger hidden so deep, my father would come back with the milk by the time we get to the end of the deep pit of fury. One of you was actually the descendent of the Tsugikuni clan, so you were definitely a force to be reckoned with.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny #kny x reader #gyomei x reader #gyomei #gyomei himejima x reader #gyomei himejima #mitsuri kanroji x reader #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri kanroji #mitsuri #giyu #giyu x reader #giyu tomioka #giyuu #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka #tengen #tengen x reader #tengen uzui #tengen uzui x reader #sanemi #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #shinobu

[epickiya722]

Being in a fandom, like BNHA (most active there) has taught me some things...

It doesn't matter if a person shares the same favorite ships and characters as you, if they annoy you, they annoy you. Block them.

Ship wars are a total waste of time. They're pointless. If someone feels that their ship is better, let them. Don't waste your time arguing about it.

It's a shock when a fairly popular character isn't your favorite.

Rare pairs deserve more love. They're fun, and if you like one, don't be shy about it. You might get others to join you.

On that note, there are some ships though that should never have been thought about, but given if the fandom is a huge one, at least two people have thought about it.

There will always be bad takes about the protagonist (and other characters). It may be surprising to you, but there are people with very off-the-damn-wall takes. Ignore them and move on.

It's illegal for some characters to be mean apparently.

There will be assholes outside the fandom who jump on the bandwagon of hating the material without ever engaging with it and only possibly ever met two people within that fandom. Block and ignore.

Expect people to take what you say and twist it around to make you look like the asshole. There's going to be at least one person who just wants to debate with you because they're bored maybe.

There are people who use "KYS" without thought. No regard for how you may be feeling at that time. They're an ass.

There are people who haven't finished the source material and think they're right. Don't spend your time arguing with them. Block them and move on.

Your mutuals may be mutuals with someone else you don't like. That's fine.

People forgot that opinions and facts are totally different. People will choose what they think and feel is canon just to shape the narrative into what they want. Ignore and block.

Okay, the block button is your best friend.

No matter how you tag a fic, there's gonna be one person who will take it out on you. You put the ship tags, they ignored them and want to be an ass.

Shipping is very popular. So if you mostly write friendships (and rare pairs), there's a chance you won't get as much feedback on a fic (or art) if you wrote a fic with a ship (especially a popular one).

On that note, you might get someone who will try to make the pairing you wrote/drew as platonic into something romantic. You have every right to be upset if it does upset you. Especially, if it was clear that you wrote it as platonic. Not everything needs to be romantic and some people needs to grasp that idea.

Take breaks for you! Take those breaks!! Take them!! And don't feel guilty about it! Take care of yourself!!

If you disagree with someone's opinion, that is fine. But do not reblog or comment under their post because you never know what kind of person that is. Write your own post if you feel the need.

That's so far what comes to mind about what I have learned. This applies to any fandom.

#just kiya's thoughts #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #fandom

[emry-stars-art]

For the Royal AU Twinyard backstory... Maybe Andrew, as a second son, was sent away for study? He could have become an apprentice to a knight or a scholar when he was young, maybe even with the Spears, and that's where Bad Shit Happened. And then he could have returned when he became of age, or when their last parent dies and Aaron needs a familiar (ha!) face around

*excited* okay okay this has been brought up a few times now and every time I read it the idea grows on me more, you’re all so smart for it

(I was gonna put the art at the end but this got a lot longer and sadder than I anticipated so. Sometimes Andrew likes to do stuff like this when they’re stuck talking to important boring dignitaries)

(It’s the main reason Aaron develops an incredible poker face)

tws this time are all canon compliant

Honestly yeah! I do think this is great because I want the twins’ father to be around after birth and for a while, because the whole point of Andrew being sent elsewhere is probably so they can give that extra attention to Aaron and raise him as the heir to the throne. So it’s a perfect balance, in my mind, of a family that cares enough to get Andrew an education/proper upbringing and a father that doesn’t care enough to spend time on a second son.

In my head the Spears would be almost always overbearing, partly because Andrew is the prince and they Do Not want to disappoint the royal family and partly because Andrew is the prince and they immediately assume this little five year old they get on their doorstep is going to be a spoiled brat. Even though he isn’t. And, as you may guess, the only thing they turn a blind eye to is Drake. Drake, their own son, probably the real spoiled brat that gets his way in all things, even with the young prince. Faces no consequences, even when Andrew tries to tell someone. It’s probably his governess or nanny at first (either way, it’s not really important what the role is, just that she’s there). And this woman has been Andrew’s biggest advocate since he arrived, she genuinely cares about and is worried for the little prince with his bruises and fear. She cares enough to bring this up to Duke Spear - maybe he really is dumb enough to just be unaware, she hopes - and confront him about Andrew’s treatment. But of course the duke doesn’t do anything to discipline his son. Instead, the governess is fired and a new woman takes her place, a woman that isn’t as outspoken and won’t ever question the authority of the Spear family. Andrew learns soon enough that trying to tell someone or speak out only makes things worse for himself. Sometimes he still wonders where that first governess is, if she’s doing well.

Meanwhile at the castle, Aaron is going through his own rigorous training. A lot of the same stuff as Andrew is learning, honestly, with a few added duties and lessons and a lot more official meetings he attends with King Minyard. It’s a pretty average upbringing for an heir, I think.

Then maybe when Aaron is around the age of ten or so, King Minyard passes. This wouldn’t normally be a political issue, since it’s expected of the Queen to take over and divide the king’s half of the duties as she sees fit until either she remarries or has an heir become old enough to take the throne, at which time she may pass it to the child or continue to reign until she either passes or is deemed unfit. And, politically, this is exactly what happens. What most don’t see is how grief stricken she becomes and then remains. She can’t pull herself from her grieving, and instead of passing duties to more fitting people, Queen Tilda simply lets young Prince Aaron take on as many duties as he can without breaking down. (Though he has, before. Likely a few times. A kid being pushed past his limit again and again.) Aaron grows up so much faster than he ever should have. He’s thirteen now and sometimes he shakes with stress.

Then the queen finally gives into her grief and passes as well. If it weren’t for Katelyn, Abigail, and Betsy, Aaron might have been next to lose his mind, leaving the throne empty. As things are, Aaron swallows everything down just long enough have word sent to the Spear family. He wants his brother back. A familiar face and his quiet, desperate hope: someone to just help.

And return him they do. Andrew’s been perfectly competent with all his studies, they say, they’d even managed to break that stubborn streak. (They didn’t like he wouldn’t speak or shake hands when instructed. They didn’t like being told no.) And yes, it’s a familiar face. Aaron sees the carriage door open, sees his twin for the first time in eight years, but he isn’t sure he recognizes Andrew. Andrew isn’t supposed to have bags under his eyes like this. Andrew didn’t hold his jaw so tightly. And Andrew certainly didn’t answer questions like some kind of unthinking, unfeeling shell.

The first thing Andrew says to Aaron getting off that carriage is “No.” It’s quiet, but he does say it. Aaron is confused - he’d thought they’d still be allowed to hug each other, or shake hands at least - but he does step back and instead ask if Andrew wants to see his room. He can see Andrew relax.

It might hurt Aaron a little when he watches the Spear boy get a hug with no protest, or how Andrew quietly addresses the duke with more than a one word sentence. But he’s not going to ask about it for a while. He’s the stranger to Andrew here, after all.

(I think Andrew does let him ask. The most he tells Aaron about it - maybe as much as a year later - is that the younger Spear had been much worse at listening than Aaron ever is. It is much better here. At least you and Nicky understand the meaning of ‘no’. Leave it at that. And after that Aaron is even more supportive of Andrew’s wide bubble than he was before. He enforces it himself when he has to. And growing up together for longer, with no looming secrets or much reason for animosity between them - it isn’t Aaron’s fault King Minyard decided to hand Andrew off and the twins are both mature enough even at that age to know it - means the twins are much closer than in canon. I don’t think it would be a typically ‘fond’ relationship, because they’ve both still been through it. But they support each other in all things, no questions asked, and always get through problems together.

It doesn’t take much longer than that first year for Aaron to earn the right to touch Andrew, even if he does need to give or show warning before he does. Andrew never says it, but he’s grateful that Aaron is generous with his shoulder pats. It feels a little like the validation he never got anywhere else. And Aaron never says it, but he’s grateful that Andrew is always at his side to tell people ‘no’ when Aaron is technically not allowed to.)

#oh god I’m having EVEN MORE emotions about twinyards #I thought I’d reached a limit #but no my feelings seem to be limitless #these are our BOYS #do they talk to each other much without reason? #probably not #but they find reason enough making fun of various merchants and self righteous officers and nobles #do they make fun of each other like long siblings? #of COURSE #im determined to make the next post at least half fluffy/funny #been posting a lot of angst lately #and there’s plenty of fluff and comedy around here #I just. I care about them a lot okay #they make me emo #aftg #all for the game #my writing #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #asks #royal au #fan art #my art

[crow-stars]

❝LET'S GO ICE SKATING❞

❦summary; ice skating can be such a fun time, though that may depend on whether you're new to the rink or have a bit of experience under your belt. ♪the characters in this story; octavinelle; azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech, gn!reader ✎word count; ~674 words ❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous, school trip to an ice skating rink, falling chatacters, first times on ice, mentions of climates in respective twst characters homeland, fun times ☛the author's notes; nothing to note... ☪look at the catalogue?

❛AZUL ASHENGROTTO❜

❀ He would be... less than graceful

❀ You know that one art with Azul falling because he slipped on a banana peel? Yeah... 

❀ And he was so confident about it too!

❀ Sure, it was cold, and sure, his human legs have never touched ice, but he thought it couldn’t be too bad! 

❀ He was wrong.

❀ So, so wrong.

❀ The first moment he got on the ice, immediately slipped and fell on his butt

❀ Got up, tried again, and he fell

❀ Got up and decided to just hug the rails because he was not ready to be embarrassed for a third time

❀ He’s definitely going to be hugging the walls for most of the time on the ice, no doubt

❀ Azul refuses to try and go further than an arm’s length away from the railing

❀ His legs are horrendously shaky and he doesn’t. Know. How. To. Stop 

❀ Why did it look so much easier in the shows he watched?

❀ “Because they’ve practiced on the ice way more than you have Azul.” shut it jade

❀ But yeah, Azul isn’t getting much movement on the ice. 

❀ He’s used to the cold, but that doesn’t stop it from hurting whenever he falls

❀ Azul is definitely not going back on the ice, no matter how much you or anyone else try to convince him. 

❀ Maybe he would try selling some hot chocolate though...

❛JADE LEECH❜

❀ Jade has never been on ice before 

❀ So how is he so well balanced on the ice???

❀ No seriously, he’s stable, he can properly skate around and he hasn’t fallen either

❀ How is he doing that?

❀ I like to think that Jade actually has really good balance, so being on ice is a bit of a challenge at first, but he gets it soon enough 

❀ He’s not going to be doing anything flashy, but he’ll definitely be doing small circles around the rink or just idly skating by

❀ If you’re struggling, Jade would lend a hand, though not without a bit of teasing 

❀ Small things like poking at your side to make you fall stumble or just deciding to stop suddenly stop if you’re holding onto him

❀ Jade would apologize, but he’s definitely going to do it again

❀ I do think that Jade would find some enjoyment in ice skating and dabble in it from time to time 

❀ Though he wouldn’t take every opportunity to go skating, he wouldn’t protest to going 

❀ In my honest opinion, I think he’s rather go foraging in the woods to go find new mushrooms or plants he hasn’t discovered yet.

❀ I actually think that he’d prefer that rather than ice skating if it was an option

❛FLOYD LEECH❜

❀ Do not let him on the ice

❀ Not because he would be an absolute mess on the ice, no

❀ It’s because Floyd is a menace and has no spatial awareness. 

❀ I mean, he having fun at least? 

❀ But also he should probably have the rink to himself if he really wants to enjoy his time there 

❀ I wouldn’t be surprised if he picked up ice skating because he was bored. It seems like something Floyd would do

❀ And going in shorts in the winter also seems like something he would do, but we’re not here to talk about Floyd’s fashion sense (another post another day) 

❀ Anyway, Floyd definitely has a blast when ice skating because he really fast

❀ How and when he learned how to ice skate?

❀ Oh simple. 

❀ Spite

❀ See, I like to think that when Floyd got to experience winter for the first time, he saw a frozen over lake and thought he could easily walk over it

❀ He was wrong and fell straight ass on the ice

❀ Floyd was completely confused while Jade was laughing by the side

❀ And Floyd was embarrassed, he wasn’t sad, no

❀ He was going to go and conquer the ice. He had bruises for weeks but hey! Floyd learned how to ice skate!

❀ Most definitely would love to go and ice skate in his freetime

❀ That just means more opportunities to conquer the ice

#✎haunted books✎ #briarvalleyarchives #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland writing #twst writing #my writing #twst headcanons #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst azul ashengrotto #twst jade leech #twst floyd leech #azul twisted wonderland #jade twisted wonderland #floyd twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #octavinelle

[tshortik]

I am trying to get better at art, and I was wondering if you use art studies to improve, and how?

I don't.

Idk if this is controversial, but for me personally, doing studies has never worked. I can try to analyse anatomy and I can try doing a master study, but very very rarely it actually makes me understand the subject better or improve my craft. My mindset just isn't there for it, and I am incredibly bored by doing traditional studies too. I just can't get myself to do it by myself.

The only way I can learn from doing studies, is if I am inside of a "learning environment" – like an actual class where somebody is mentoring about anatomy or perspective and whatnot. A place where I am not mindlessly copying or forcing myself to analyse, but where somebody is talking about their own experiences and tips and tricks and knowledge and showing examples. A place where I can ask questions and a place where people are collectively doing a thing together.

I am also of the opinion that studies only help, when you work in a disciplined way. You do them regularly and a lot. Like not just one or two once a month, you do tons of studies. You develop not just memory for the visuals, but also muscle memory in your hand. If you can't do that (like me lol), you have to decide for yourself if they're worth the effort or no. Every study I've ever made on my own in my free time however, ended up a waste of time for me, because I couldn't internalise what I was actually trying to learn. Even if I approached it with open arms, by the end of it I was just mindlessly copying the thing. I am sure it is probably different for other people, but for me personally traditional studies simply don't work.

What does work for me though, is when I am painting my own thing, I encounter a problem and then I start looking for references. I look for photos, I look for paintings others have done, I look for videos where this thing is showed in motion (if needed) and I try to understand how my own art can be improved and fixed through it. That way I have an emotional connection to the subject, because it's my own thing, and my brain feels more open towards utilising the information I find, because it's trying to solve an actual problem I have at this very moment. It is not this fictional "I am doing a study right now so I can improve future art" but an actual real time "I have a problem at this very moment, and I am trying to find a solution that will improve it". Doing this as I go, is an experience that I end up saving in my brain, and then in later art pieces I will remember my workflow more vividly than if it was just a simple study.

Tl;dr: I personally can't do studies on my own in a way that is productive. It works in a teaching environment, but my mindset isn't there for it when I am on my own. The way I try to improve is to just utilise as many references as I can when I do art. Hope that helps!

#i talk sometimes #ask #anon

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

New gen Harry Potter headcanons because I'm waiting for my laundry to dry and I'm bored:

Astoria malfoy is from Japan, so scorpius is wasian but still somehow comes out with that malfoy-blonde hair and blue eyes colour pallet, despite still having very Japanese features just like his mother

Carmen and Marco zabini are twins. Carmen is the older one, and she's a total no-nonsense baddie. Marco, on the other hand, is the very embodiment of a golden retriever boy.

Carmen does Marcos hair because he's horrible at taking care of it, and she learned how to braid at the age of 7.

Albus thinks he looks nothing like Harry, and he actually prides himself on being his father's complete opposite [he's actually the only potter kid that looks like an exact carbon copy of Harry]

The potters speak urdu at home, James Lily and Albus call Harry Baba and ginny muma. I'd like to think Harry- After graduating, probably had a phase where he was immensely involved in learning about his desi heritage. I feel like he probably even travelled to Pakistan a couple of times to reconnect with his culture. But I also feel like he felt more like a third culture kid sort of connection to it. The UK was still his home, and he didn't think that would ever change. He still tried, though. He learned the language and tried to teach it to his children so they wouldn't feel as alienated from their ethnicity as he probably did. Ginny learned urdu alongside him, partially because she just wanted to encourage him.

When scorpius was little he would often find himself talking to the portrait of his uncle regulus that his grandma had put up after the war. Uncle reggie , as he liked to be called, was scorpius' favourite old family memeber.

Harry always introduces Teddy as his oldest son.

Albus is exceptional at potions. He's also very talented in quidditch, the only thing is he doesn't really like playing.

James on the other hand is a total jock. I'm talking Oliver Wood level dedication to the craft of quidditch.

Lily luna is the embodiment of that scene from good omens season two of the little girl going "And I'm jemaimah! I made this pot!!"

Fred II likes to go by freddie, and him and James II are practically James and sirius 2.0. It drives McGonagall crazy.

Carmen and Marco make everyone believe they have twin telepathy as a prank one day, but now they have to keep up the bit because it's too late to drop it.

Scorpius has a pet ferret and he named it bunny. He was 6 and he thought it would be funny.

When scor was a kid he would colour in dracos dark mark with felt tip markers and scribble all over his arm and go "there now it's pretty". One day draco walked into a tattoo parlour with a scribbled mess on his arm and told the artist to make his sons art work permanent. Draco still has the mark but now its sporting all sorts squiggles and shapes in every colour imaginable. Scorpius thinks its embarrassing because that was definitely not one of his more finer works but draco finds comfort in the way his life's biggest regret becomes just a little more bareable because of Scorpius' childish innocence.

Draco is dad of the year. Harry on the other hand... is still trying to get there.

That's all thanks for coming to ny Ted talk

#harry potter #scorbus #albus severus x scorpius #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter #james sirius potter #lily luna potter #fred weasley #carmen zabini #marco zabini #harry potter and the cursed child #headcanons #hp headcanon

[seven-meds]

Hi!

I love your art and I am extremely enamored by the beauty of your writing !

That being said, I am an artist as well and I feel like I have been stuck in a creative rut and I don’t know how to get to out ? Do you have an advice on breaking out of the hole and as well do you suggest drawing everyday as a method to keep up with skill?

Thank you so much <3

Thanks so much! I considered this for a while. Giving artistic advice, whether broad or targeted, is always difficult. It's too nebulous of a process for rules but everyone still has such a strong opinion on what the rules should be. 

In my experience, lulls are beneficial when seen from the correct perspective and then taken advantage of. Endless production is antithetical to all art that is not corporate in nature, and lack of inspiration means you will benefit from something often overlooked: new experiences and engagement with new things. Though if you do want to feel productive, take a sketchbook and a pen to a public area and draw what you see for an hour or two. You likely won't be inspired but you will feel accomplished.

Historically, artists took extended periods of time away from creating in order to experience life and take in the world, its people, and themselves. Not always willingly; some were torn away and sent to war, fled their homeland, or were imprisoned, enslaved, or institutionalized. And there are those who spent long periods of time bedridden by illness or injury. But whether their experiences were gained by choice, by force, or by nature, their time away from art is what ended up shaping what they made. Drawing in isolation will sharpen a skill, but it's through repeated use of that skill to translate your experiences that your art improves.

An artist's goal is communication first and foremost. This is why drawing daily on its own cannot make anyone a better artist. It will eventually lead toward some sort of technical prowess, but technical prowess with no voice is fairly pointless and very dull. Ideally, the development of voice will precede the development of technical skill and the two become honed in tandem. What you want to say should define what you need to learn. If you are developing an understanding of your own intentions then you are already a step ahead of the artist who is focusing solely on their ability to draw a head from every angle. 

It's beneficial to conceptualize art as a series of choices rather than a display of objective prowess. The more experiences you have and the more educated you are, the more sophisticated your choices become. You'll also find that you're able to analyze and appreciate (or criticize) the choices of other artists, increasing the enjoyment of engaging with art as a whole. You'll then be led toward more complex and unique work as you become bored with things that salivate over their own palatability. You may also find that art you've passed over before suddenly begins to speak to you.

Spend time exposing yourself to new art, ideally from large swathes of eras, places, and forms, including art that communicates things uncomfortable, disturbing, or offensive to you. Delve into the history of the artists and works you enjoy (or hate) in order to fully understand what's being said and why. If you currently find yourself interacting solely with contemporary art delivered largely via algorithm or advertisement that elicits feelings of familiarity and comfort, you should recognize that as a limitation. You are certainly free to work within it, but you will stumble into inspiration more quickly through exposure to different ideas.

It's also a good time to interact with others, if possible (even from a distance), and to look into topics completely divorced from art. Enrich yourself in many ways. The world is so vast and full of so much. What can you experience and learn that will make you yearn to communicate again? 

Try not to waste years studying aimlessly. Develop an interest, a concept, an idea, an experience, and then work toward communicating it effectively. You will learn as you develop new pieces (because you will put effort and energy into targeted research and study), and those pieces will become more complex in both substance and technique. 

Good luck!

#From You

[shoujomangathoughts]

Shoujo Thoughts - Snow White with the Red Hair

This is another series that I've heard about for years and finally gave it a chance (watched the anime then immediately went to the manga). It's a series that I find very charming, relaxing and was a nice change of pace for me and my usual tastes.

I remember seeing people warning others how "you shouldn't read the manga" because apparently it gets boring and is overstaying its welcome story-wise. While I don't think everything that has happened so far is entirely necessary, I think this sentiment comes from people wanting the more romance focused parts from the beginning to remain throughout. If you haven't read the manga, Shirayuki gets (and takes) an opportunity to help her studies as an herbalist but this results in two years away from the palace, and therefore Zen. They're still together here and there, but the manga starts leaning in a more slice of life direction and the romance is a bit more subdued. I actually appreciated this and found the individual adventures and growth of Zen and Shirayuki more interesting at times as Zen tries to learn and be a better prince and Shirayuki continues her studies and tries to reach people.

Zen and Shirayuki do have a nice relationship though and I find the romance to be pretty well done. They both have that awkward energy and are trying to navigate their own lives as well as their relationship.

The presentation and world of this series is another captivating point for me. The anime was visually great and I thought the manga's art was really nice too. It has a whimsical style and shows you a lot of small interactions and details. It makes the world feel lived in and allows you to have a clear idea of the cast and their personalities. I specifically really like the visual of Lilias and its snow covered imagery (as well as the wintry outfits).

The main cast is also mostly likeable. The way they interact with each other feels natural and they each have their own charm that adds something unique to the dynamic. Even the part that had people frustrated with Mitsuhide didn't bother me as much because I could understand how that was a very in-character decision for him.

Favorite character : Obi

I do find that Obi is the most charismatic character in the series for me. He's obviously had a difficult life but he also seems so genuinely affected by having found a group of people that he comes to value. Every time he's around he adds something, whether it be a witty remark or demonstrating his ability to be a bodyguard. Yes he loves Shirayuki, but the series doesn't really show that Shirayuki loves him back (basically the series isn't really leaning into the love triangle direction). Though I do appreciate that she has on multiple occasions told him how much she values him because he does do and help her a lot. He also seems to have good chemistry with the rest of the cast (particularly in his interactions with Shirayuki and Zen though I also love his relationship with Ryu).

All in all, I've found this to be a really enjoyable series up to the current chapter (sad to see it's on hiatus, hope the mangaka is doing well). I'm not entirely sure how long it will continue as the scope of the story seems to suggest it still has a while left, but I'll be continuing it whenever it does come back.

It's been a little bit since I posted one of these but as always, thanks for reading!

#shoujo #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #manga #anime