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bearnakedbaker · 3 months
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private85 · 28 days
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cottonlemonade · 21 days
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Jealous At Training Camp
request: medium green apple lemonade with a slice of ginger for Kuroo
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Kuroo sat with Kenma and Bokuto at a table somewhere in the middle where the Nekoma captain had a good view of the barbecue. You, their trusty manager, had taken over the task of grilling the meats and much to his dismay, it gave the onslaught of boys ample opportunity to talk to you, joke around or pretend to be helpful. It was the same at every single training camp. Your full figure and bright smile drew the boys to you like overly hormonal moths to an unsuspecting, adorable flame. Kuroo scowled when he saw you laugh as you handed Yaku a plate heavily laden with steaks.
"Now, what does she see in him?", he asked the others, both making it a point not to answer, "Is it because he is shorter than me?"
"Yeah, that'll be it.", Kenma said, not taking his eyes off the console in his hand.
"Looks like your plan backfired.”, Bokuto patted his friend’s back in deep manly sympathy, “Maybe she thinks you actually just want to be friends."
"Well, that would suck.", Kuroo’s shoulders deflated a little but he straightened himself again when you looked over and he gave a small wave.
"Not gonna lie, it’s getting pretty pathetic.”, the youngest of the trio frowned, finally looking up, “And I’m saying this because I don’t want to be your decoy anymore. Confess to her and leave me out of this. No more “Kenma wanted to ask which movies you like” or “Kenma was wondering if you’re feeling better after your cold”. Seriously, at this point she might think I’m into her.”
“Yeah, and then you really don’t have a chance.”, Bokuto winked at Kuroo between massive mouthfuls of meat.
"Oh, and you know what else sucks? Listening to you whine about how you can't catch a break with a girl who is obviously into you. Make. Your. Move. Or suffer in silence." And with that Kenma went back to his game. Kuroo looked at Bokuto, jaw dropped at his setter’s outburst. As much as the suffering in silence option enticed him, Kenma was right. With an enthusiastic nod from the Fukurodani captain for courage, Kuroo swallowed, stood up and walked over to you.
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castiel-veilmont · 1 year
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Soft Sebastian things
He‘s manly and badass and cool, independent and a big boy freelance coder and he will cry in frustration if a clothing tag, that he forgot to cut off, grazes his skin. He’s a very scary manly guy, yes.
He really really likes to spend quality time with you, just sitting in the same room while you each do your own thing is so domestic to him, he can’t help but love it.
Sometimes he just stops what he’s doing and glances at you while you’re doing whatever it is you’re doing. Yoba, he is absolutely smitten.
But sometimes he gets up and skadeedles towards you, similar to how a cat comes up to you with intention of affection and just silently asks for a little of your attention. His daily fill was running low :)
If you’re in the kitchen, he’ll just hug you from behind, chin on your shoulder and a small peck to your check/neck. If you’re sitting down, he’s planting himself next to you and either opening his arms to welcome you in or just leans on you. Either way, he will bury his nose into your hair and rub your back and arms.
When you two lay down in bed together there’s always an exchange of the softest, most gentle greetings whispered into the night.
*cue groaning upon lying down onto the mattress bc he has been shrimp posturing for six hours*
*blanket rustling noises*
*wiggles.exe*
*momentary silence*
“hi.”
For all the hot people out there with upset stomachs all the time, he will rub your tummy if you need him to. Will get peppermint oil, make you ginger tea or just tries to keep you hydrated.
Do you know how much he loves you. He finds you so precious and wonderful. So pretty and perfect and oh how he could go on and on—
He doesn’t reduce you to your physical appearance, cause he quite literally fell for your charms. But holy fuck does he find you attractive. (it’s probably because he loves you that much so he just loves your whole being)
Thighs are one example, thick or thin, doesn’t matter, he will kiss them, he will lay his head on them.
Hips! Boney hips, squishy hips, he loves em, he likes to squeeze your hip. Has a thing for hip dips.
He loves your eyes as well. Usually, he dislikes intense eye contact with people, but with you, he could stare for hours. There’s so much love swirling in your eyes, so much warmth and the sparks never stop flying from the both of you.
Likes holding your hand, it calms him quite a lot as well, because it grounds him, a sense of comforting security.
Would go to video game stores with you in Zuzu City or visits arcades! (You guys both suck at claw machine games tho, so you just get a ton of little gachapons)
He would also go to actual toy stores with you and push you around in the shopping cart, both of you having a whole ass nostalgia trip about the array of different toys. You two may or may not get plushies together and make a silly love story for them :)
Oh and you also judge the new ugly toys <3
“The fuck is that” “I- What—I don’t even know”
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Twilight Saga Headcanons - What They Smell Like
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The Cullens:
Carlisle takes great pride in his grooming, but tends to go for scentless soaps because some of his patients have allergies. Always somehow smells a little like disinfectant when he gets home after work. He somehow smells very ancient, like incense and a scent you might discover walking through an extremely old and dusty church.
Everything about Esme smells delicate. Her favorite scents as a human were floral and light, like lavender and rosewater. Definitely has an aroma of perfume that trails after her, though she doesn't wear any.
The only way to really describe Edward's scent is clean. Icy cedar, fresh snow, and oranges. It's a pure, subtle scent.
Rosalie's scent is arguably the most powerful. It isn't strong, but it's enticing. It's like warm Tennessee Whiskey and dripping honey - a scent that's designed to seduce and draw you in.
Emmett would absolutely smell like Axe body spray if Rosalie would let him wear it - she doesn't. It stings EVERYONE's noses to an insane degree. Overall, though, Emmett smells like warm velvet, like a blanket you've just pulled out of the dryer.
Even after all this time, Jasper still carries the faint scent of gunpowder. There's something about his scent that stings, like mint and eucalyptus.
Alice smells like salt and coconut, like a sweet and windy beach day. She also carries a light scent of sparking ozone, but it's so faint that sometimes they all forget that it's there.
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Wolf Pack:
Sam assumes he smells so much like food because of the many hours spent in Emily's kitchen. Sam is warm honey mixed in with steaming oatmeal; fresh bread and maple syrup.
Jared used to smell like leather because of the jacket he always wore to school, but that was destroyed years ago when he phased. It's an extremely manly scent mixed with vanilla and amber.
Paul's scent is very warm and spicy, a natural and earthy woodsy musk, like the soil after a heavy rain. It can tingle your nose, but it's still very attractive.
Surprisingly, the one who smells most like the outdoors is Embry. His whole body is tied to the scent of patchouli and pine; it's a very nature-based scent.
A lot of Jacob's scent is mixed in with how much time he spends around cars, so you'll get a whiff of rush and metal and probably motor oil, but it isn't unpleasant or off-putting.
Tobacco is the leading scent for Quil, which he assumes is because of his grandfather. He also smells very much like ginger and cinnamon.
Though she's never been a big reader, Leah smells like old books and paper. It's a bit of a dusty scent, but goes well when mixed with her favorite vetiver lotion and body wash.
Seth has a very bright and welcoming smell, like cinnamon sugar or a freshly baked pie crust. It's a smell you somehow always associate with your childhood, but you can't put your finger on exactly why.
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getodrools · 2 months
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A FRESH, INTERWOVEN AROUSE of bergamot, neroli, and Siamese ginger tease the senses. And it makes your eyes lose focus on the bubbles glimmering in your glass – a real-life dolly effect before you; sudden and snapping, a spatial warp of your surroundings going like a shot all around, ‘till dizzy and ill.
You deny the next refill.
There were plenty of suited men walking around – everyone formal and conversing or very slow and elegant, rising and falling—harmonizing through classical music. It was a common cologne for rich men like this, so you poked back at the dread until it was shoved rightfully in its corner… Others wandered and passed you, as some quell to complement the flow of your dress hanging beautifully around your sides.
You shake your head.
You were in another country now… yet, sucking back in that robbed breath, you steadied to count to ten as your therapist had suggested when the pounding heart in your chest felt a deathly, familiar jitter…
Teak wood catches your nose hairs The base notes excite with vanilla musk and a dry-down thyme bound to a hint of leather.
Your stomach coils.
It's exactly his mix.
Head spinning like a barrel, another swift gust of strong fragrance you struggle to rid of crept again… that scent—his scent. It burned your nose and those memories scarred in the tissue of your brain flashed and flickered.
Timid.
Nothing but men and women smiling filled your vision… your thoughts swirl, he couldn't of anyway. He wouldn't—too many people around, and it was never his thing. You left no trace and you were long away from him... Ah! This was a formal ball, and you try to recollect yourself to enjoy the sparring at the large center. People bumped and danced, toes tipping and some stepping over each others that a laugh could only follow in sweet apology.
Admiring, your waist was tugged at for a dance you'd assume. But that grip was all the familiar. It pinched into your sides, just how he'd always find your ribs to play along with lithe, swift fingers… Clammy hands twined with another before you could swing your head back and focus at the manly hold gluing to you. Your arms were pulled forth and body forced at the white center.
That familiar tang shot right up your skull.
He always had a zest of green apple... Buzzing now, no doubt smelling that musk engulfing you closer.
The man admiring you held you close, holding your hands with a vice to dance, "Don't you look lovely.” Your throat closes as his grumbled.
Nanami was dressed for the occasion too - like he was specifically your date; matching you from head to toe in palettes, and he swung you close to rekindle something you trembled from.
"Hm? I thought the flower brooch was too much too, but it matches your heels-- and it's your favorite." His smile was white, gleaming, and wide, a sort of admiration you couldn't rid of.
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malemusktf · 1 month
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The B.O. Bros (mini series)
Part 1
Jack had always been the odd one out among his group of friends. He was the skinny, ginger-haired guy who didn't possess the signature 'manly' features like his friends did. This fact often left him feeling insecure and out of place. But one night, everything changed for him.
It was a typical Friday evening and Jack had decided to go to the local bar to have a drink and unwind after a long week at work. As he sat at the bar, nursing his beer, he noticed two tall and muscular guys walk in. Their presence demanded attention and Jack couldn't help but feel envious of their toned bodies and chiseled faces.
The two men, Nathan and Chris, immediately caught Jack's eye and he couldn't help but stare at them from across the bar. He could hear them boasting about their gains and discussing their intense workouts at the gym. Jack was almost hypnotized by their talk of muscles and pumps. He wanted to be like them, to be desired, and not just blend into the background anymore.
Feeling intrigued, Jack mustered up the courage to approach them and engage in conversation. To his surprise, they welcomed him with open arms and soon the three of them were chatting like old friends. Jack felt a strange attraction to the two men, as if they exuded some kind of magnetic energy that drew him towards them.
As the night went on and the drinks flowed, Nathan and Chris invited Jack to their shared apartment. In his slightly tipsy state, Jack agreed without hesitation, eager to spend more time with the two men who had captivated him with their charming personalities and manly features.
As they arrived at the apartment, Jack was hit by a strong musky smell that immediately made his head spin. The room was small and messy, with empty beer bottles scattered around and an overpowering smell of sweat and manly stink.
Ignoring the warning bells in his head, Jack followed Nathan and Chris inside, almost in a trance-like state. Chris could sense Jack's fascination and took the opportunity to show off his muscular body, flexing his biceps and revealing a monstrous amount of chest hair. The smell of musk filled the air, making Jack feel lightheaded.
Just as Jack was about to comment on Chris' impressive physique, he was grabbed from behind by Nathan. Jack let out a scream of fear as Nathan's large arms wrapped around him and lifted him off the ground. Before he could react, Chris stepped towards him, revealing his own huge muscles and a cocky smile on his face.
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It was at that moment that Jack realized something was not right. He tried to struggle and break free from Nathan's grip, but he was too weak compared to the two overpowering men. Suddenly, he felt something like a snake wrap around his head and neck, pulling him closer to Nathan's massive, musky pecs.
The smell of manly sweat and musk engulfed Jack as he found himself completely trapped in the embrace of the two men. He could feel his body changing, growing larger and more muscular with each passing second. His ginger hair turned blonde and his skin became tanned. He felt a strange sensation as his body began to produce more hair, making him almost as hairy as Nathan and Chris.
Amid the chaos, Jack couldn't help but notice the cocky attitude of the two men as they spoke about how they had the power to turn anyone they wanted into a 'jock' like themselves. Jack realized with horror that he was slowly becoming one of them, forever bound to their friendship, and possibly more.
As the transformation came to an end, Jack found himself standing alongside Nathan and Chris, now a muscular, manly man himself. He felt proud of his new body and aura as he joined in their confident and cocky banter. He knew that he was now part of the 'two bros forever' and was ready to continue their hunt for new victims, capturing and transforming them just like they did to him.
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bearnakedbaker · 1 year
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private85 · 3 days
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ask2pame · 20 days
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regarding your rant on frances design: TELL ME ABOUT IT. tbh i think all the designs peaked with beautiful world, and everything after that was just...discount budget versions of whoever theyre supposed to be. the beautiful world designs are GORGEOUS on their own, but compared to world stars? theres no contest. some designs i do like, like england looks nice, if not a little too polished, and portugal is really cute, but everyone else just got twinkified and butchered. and i love a twink! i do! but they look like they could be swapped out with my little pony designs and it wouldnt make a difference. france to me will always be a blonde with a ponytail, a little unkempt, with chest hair and stubble and flamboyantly manly with a touch of tragedy. thats france to me. not whatever waif they cooked up in the more recent series
// ok ok i can't tell if u mean like ''oOOOh tell me about it' as a phrase or u actually are inviting me to tell you about it but i'm going to take it as permission to ramble <3 but im putting it under the cut so i dont spam
okok so UR SO RIGHT i think the new designs are so OFF... like it kinda lost the plot. the characters are all weirdly polished?
ok im just gonna run down the characters i have a lot of thoughts about CUZ my god
ENGLAND!!! its gotta be beautiful world
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cuz the early seasons england gets his crankiness on point but this design fits just how cranky and posh(?) he is, like he dresses like an old man and wears outdated 'punk' fashion, he drinks tea like an old lady.. it fits hes cute and expressive.
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this england isLOSING hair where did his EYEBROWS GO!!!! thats HIS WHOLE FUCKING CHARACTER but also i really dislike the change from him going from a dirty blond to a bleach blond... doesnt work...
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i want my man to look like he has a nicotine addiction, rugged and smug as shit. i think they leaned too hard on the 'tsundere' trope for him cuz hes not puffy cheeks with pouty lips hes an old man with a laundry list of war crimes
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ROMANO
ok. this one is a little hard cuz romano is good in ever season but he has these little minor changes that drive me CRAZY but my favorite will always be the earlier seasons
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this ver of romano was a NASTY bitch he just showed up to be an asshole and i love it so much , i love his hair being dark brown with brown eyes ok , at the minimum his design fit his voice...
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for beautiful world i think hes cute but i really don't ? like his eyes being green? like i dont know it just never felt right to me:( i like him having brown eyes
and later his design leans into the prev but when u look at him u don't see that one guy who REALLY doesn't wanna be here hes . too soft?
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and the newer romano does have the bad attitude but now he's suffering from the 'progressively becoming a ginger' syndrome that a lot of hws characters have now
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RUSSIA
my pick for him is all over the place bc i think his new design is SO FUCKING CUTE like i wanna bite him and crocodile death roll him but i think he is SUFFERING from cuteness.... hes so . soft?
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earlier seasons of russia showed up just to say some morbid shit and be brutal as fuck but he could also lean into being cute, thats his whole gimmick, cute but scary. his current design is cute with no threat.
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i think beautiful world had that balance between cute and scary, he was cute and say mean shit like before and was ready to throw down any time america showed up, thats his whole deal. and you know at the bare minimum he's supposed to be fucking BIG and world stars makes him look like a fucking twink
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SPAIN
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beautiful world was WORKING to make spain look good, he was ugly . he was boring. and then he walked in with a new tan and a warm hair color and the cutest smile (tho its hard to find pics of spain in these seasons cuz hes younger in a lot of them) and then it's just
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what the hell happened here. i feel like im going insane but did his skin tone get ashy? like it looks more grey. and i know saying spain is 'tan' is generous but what the fuck happened. why did all his colors dull, why is his hair so . boring. where did the body mass go, where did the attitude go... world stars spain is very 'head empty' and not in a good way ....
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CHINA
one of the most overlooked characters but i love him
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i think my favorite ver of him is still his original cuz i preferred him with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes and he's side part... it was so cute... and they swapped it for a middle part .... </3
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like he was so cute ;; plus i preferred him as this kinda irritable older know it all character, like he was groaning and huffing and did NOT want to be there. but then he kind of got? infantalized(?) i think they wanted him to be cute but idk if china is considered one of the ancient nations by its own rules, then can we tone down the :333 factor on him a bit
like just comparing but this might be me raise hands at hima for this characterization. what did you do to my boy
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like do u see it. am i crazy
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these bitches
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these 4 just suffer from success in their OG and the beautiful world just made them way better (except i miss italy's darker hair </3) and then they just got handed bad animation in world stars
ok thats all i have time for rn BUT YEAH
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iifishizzleii · 2 months
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sibling johnny mactavish includes
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having eight sisters.
this man has ‘younger brother’ energy written all over him. he’s the middle child, but by the time his parents got to having johnny, they were already at the ‘eh, i don’t care what you do just don’t die’ phase parents get at with their kids. which meant that it was up to his four older sisters to raise the boy right.
johnny knows how to read women. and while it’s partly because his sisters taught him well, it’s also because living in a house full of that many women meant learning their language or fucking perishing. this man is fluent in eyelingual. he knows every eyebrow raise, side-eye, narrowed gaze to a pointed look. who needs morse code in the military when you got eyelingual?
being a big character
because when you learn the language, of course you’re going to want to learn the culture as well. and johnny mactavish has been submerged in women culture all his life. which means three things:
one, he knows how to play the long game. whether it comes with petty revenge or simply asking for something from a higher power (his oldest sister), johnny is the king of waiting it out, finding the sweet spot of those moments and taking it. it’s the reason why only he, out of the entire task force, can get away with so much shit when it comes to laswell.
two, johnny knows how to be mean without being rude. thanks to the second and third mactavish daughters, his sisters (bless their heart), johnny knows how to kiss a person’s cheek while stabbing them with verbal cues. his sisters would do it all the time to each other and to guests that came over that they didn’t like. and it paid off being the brunt of so many passive aggressive comments because johnny’s work sometimes requires being civil, but that doesn’t mean he has to be a gentleman.
and three, johnny knows how to play dumb. really. it’s almost scary how quick this guy can go from playing with sticks and making dumb jokes about mud, to building a bomb made of sticks and mud. and it was his younger siblings, surprisingly, who taught johnny that being as pretty of a family that they were (because let’s be fr, soap is gorgeous), nobody expects them to know how to think. it makes getting out of certain situations and receiving special treatment so much more easier, too, when all you gotta do is give a charming smile and bat your eyelashes (ghost has been at the receiving end and has fallen for this act far too many times to let anyone else know).
having really thick skin
a lot of people think having an older brother is tough. and hey, it is! ghost would argue its a lot meaner than having a sister, because sisters are naturally more nurturing, nicer, and kinder than brothers are.
and for the most part, that was true. all of johhny’s sisters are good people. they’re kind, yes, and helpful and overall worthy of their spots through the pearly gates. but they’re not fucking nice. the fuck.
the amount of times johnny was dragged out of bed to take out the trash at the crack ass of dawn is ridiculous. he should have brain damage now from how many times his head hit the floor. but, he was the only boy, so all the ‘manly’ jobs like mowing the lawn, washing the cars, bringing in the groceries, all of those were johnny’s chores. (but, even then, most people would pass their home and see several girls—blondes, brunettes, and gingers— washing the porch, the family truck, and tending to the yard. johnny was j
and that’s not even to mention the psychological warfare. mactavish’s are infamous for their temper, so when you’re living with eight other land mines dressed in heels and lashes just waiting to be stepped on, everyday was a different fight blowing up in the house. and when you got insulted by your sister, johnny learned that the only way to deflect is by hitting them with something meaner a lot more quickly or you’d cry.
like that time johnny blamed the wet floor in their bathroom on all of the leg hair his younger sister kept shaving and getting stuck in the drain so the water flowed out the tub and soaked the tiles. and she automatically replied with, “or maybe it’s all the grease from the back of your fat fucking neck dragging on the ground that’s making the tiles wet”. (it was their other sister’s fault it turned out.)
loving the hard times
because as much as johnny could give his family shit for all of the bad days, none of them could compare to the good ones.
the mornings where he woke up to the smell of sourdough pancakes and sizzling bacon.
when his sister would pull him out of school early to go shopping at the mall, and she’d buy him a new toy or cool shirt.
when he did one of them a favor and later that week she’d taken johnny to get some greasy fast food with her to eat at a park because she wasn’t trying to buy food for the whole house.
when his younger sisters spent their first daddy-daughter dance standing on his church shoes and holding his hands because their real father wasn’t around anymore.
when they spend the rest of the day outside spraying each other with the water hose after washing the cars because the house was too hot, and sandwiches with premade lemonade under the tree was lunch.
when the winter winds were so strong they broke the heater, and the family spent a week having a slumber party in the living room to keep warm.
when they all got matching tattoos on the ankle, a roman numeral for each sibling.
when johnny went off to join the army, leaving his sisters for the first time, they all went to the airport to see him off.
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lovekenney · 6 months
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New headcanon formed by me, @svetlanayevgenivna and @astaraels !!
In the comments of this post we have decided that Mickey Milkovich is a ginger because noel fisher is. What we have come up with so far.
S1 Mickey thinks gingers aren't manly enough. He started dying his hair when he was young so his hair is like dead now.
he also thinks that being ginger4ginger is 'too gay' or too 'siblings or dating' so he can't be dating Ian and ALSO be a ginger. That is a no-no.
he would have been mortified if anyone other than like Mandy brought up him being ginger. And he still like goes slightly feral whenever Mandy brings it up.
Ian only finds out Mickey's a ginger during quarantine and ian is like "MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE??" because before then he'd just committed to the bit. Since it was quarantine he no longer could secretly buy hair dye. He decided to just wait till Ian noticed. It was a whole thing. Ian never EVER let it go. It is Ian's Roman Empire.
Debbie would be so thrilled to have another ginger in the family. specifically a gay ginger. Specifically Mickey cause she loves him.
Literally anyone who sees this and has more ideas send me asks. I love this headcanon sm.
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cherrywhipped · 1 year
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Hunter x Hunter character scent hcs 🌬️
This is kinda for laughs but also I tried to make it reasonable, hope you enjoy♡
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XX Gon: maple syrup or a chuck-e-cheese playhouse. no in between
XX Killua: some fresh expensive laundry smell 🙄 (gain fireworks beads), or sweat + campfire/burning smoke⚡️
XX Kurapika: faint pine needles & vanilla (😀??) hard to tell but whatever it is always smells the strongest right below his ear towards the back of his neck kiss
XX Leorio: hot cologne I just KNOW bro smells MMMM (more specifically maybe a mahogany teakwood type of delicious 👏)
XX Kite: my beloved. His smell is so comforting, it’s like wrapping yourself up in a blanket of honeysuckle and dewy grass.
XX Morel: yes obvi smoke but tbh… a hot whiff of that rich & refreshing incense smell that makes your head all cloudy 😵‍💫 [China rain, anyone?]
XX Knov: defeat. Probably wouldn’t have a defining smell, maybe something really light like mint
XX Knuckle: manly, gotta be like sweat and old spice deodorant 🔥
XX Shoot: absolutely nothing. It is bizarre how scentless he is
XX Palm: an unsettling dark berry candle
XX Biscuit: marshmallow fluff
XX Melody: smells like a friend. A friend that smells of citrus fruit.
XX Illumi: I bet he smells intoxicating but it’s eerie, similar to how some people like to sniff gasoline. This is so specific but y’know the heat residue smell when you flat iron your hair or iron clothes? That plus a deep forest musk or red wine note idk it smells good but gives u the creeps
XX Hisoka: I can’t imagine him not smelling like blood or at least somewhat metallic underneath. But he covers it up with some flower bomb type of perfume 💀
XX Chrollo: god he smells sexy. Sandalwood, rose water, maybe some vanilla bean or cinnamon or other deep spice in there? It’s the perfect blend of sexy musk and spicy with a little sweet on top. scent will put u on ur knees
XX Feitan: straight up smells like Hot Topic. musky & musty <3
XX Nobunaga: smells cool tbh, reminiscent of stormy weather, or how hot asphalt smells when it starts pouring rain (I rlly like that smell)
XX Machi: very clean like white tea, lemon, or lavender. You have to be super close to her to actually catch a whiff
XX Uvo: weird. Not good or bad necessarily, just the combo he has going on isn’t working with him like ginger or black pepper and salty ocean body wash
XX Shalnark: kinda basic but at least it isn’t bad, smells like clean linen tbh
XX Paku: a refined, strong scent. Amber or black cherry balsamic vinegar (trust me) something unique and a lil sensual
XX Phinks: icyhot. The icy hot muscle pain reliever stuff. (Peppermint, menthol) and honestly… it smells pretty good
XX Shizuku: grape jelly. That’s it. Idk how she smells like she spilled the whole jar on herself every day but somehow she does.
XX Ging: ……… literally dust. I feel like he smells like whatever the hell he was around that day, (a swamp, animals, fish, the sewer 🗿) never smells the same two days in a row, even his sweat smell doesn’t repeat 😖
XX Pariston: Irish spring soap bc the best liars and manipulators I knew always used that shit LMAO but yeah pariston would smell clean + good as to not offend any nostrils unlike ging
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so you at least think i’m funny. there’s that….. I could show you the wonders of being a woman you know
If you wanted to attempt to groom me back into the closet you’re 10 years too late. if you saw my hairline and my big ginger beard and beautiful flat scarred chest you’d hurl. I’m literally rubbing T gel all over my shoulders right now. It’s going into my blood and making me so hairy and manly
I already have a cis lover and he’s a real midwestern leftist who could rip me in half so I very much enjoy having gay man sex with him. I don’t like British cis women who say things like I belong in a “camp”. you joke my 11 metal vertebrae is my personality but it does inform some decisions like the one to avoid ppl like you
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@brandedx2 requested "BRAWNY FOOTBALL PLAYER IN A HAMSTER CAGE PLEASE" (Talk about microfiction lol)
Grant was a little apprehensive about being the new tutor for the football team, but Coach Anthony had hardly given him a choice in the matter. Them short, sandy haired otter was kind of a pushover, and the older man had sensed weakness in him. Long story short, there he was, knocking Tank's door.
Travis "Tank" O'Neil was a 6'5, 310 pound offensive lineman. He had a fiery copper mohawk, with a heavy brow and beard to match. He was the terror of the English department, as he was both barely literate, and mean as hell. He'd sent more than one tutor to the ER. The towering behemoth was wearing his green and white jersey and a pair of jeans when he opened the door roughly, his eyeline high above Grant's head. He looked down, regarding his next punching bag.
Grant Conners was about 5'6, he had wide blue eyes hidden behind large glasses, and a sandy goatee. in his college sweater, khakis, and high tops painted the picture of a meek bookworm.
"You the one who's gonna keep me from failing?" Tank grunted down at him in his rumbling voice.
"Uh...w-well I am certainly going to do my best!" Grant chirped up with an optimism he did not feel.
Tank laughed cruelly. "Well you better do more than try, little man. 'less you want me to rearrange that pretty little face." he reached down with one of his baseball mitt hands and pinched the little guy's cheek. Grant cringed in pain.
As he followed his charge in, Grant noticed that he was drinking from a plastic bottle of green liquid. It seemed to glow in the light. He noticed that the outside of the bottle was covered in some Cyrillic language, but he couldn't be sure what.
He sat down on a rickety chair across from Tank's bed, where the giant took his seat with a manly grunt. Pulling Jane Eyre out of his bag, He tried to make some pleasant conversation to ease his way in.
"Oh what are you drinking?" He smiled brightly.
"It's some shit I found on the body building forums, supposed to make me swole as fuck." He grunted before downing the last of it. "Shit's not FDA approved but I can already feel it giving me more energy- BWWWARRRP" The ginger goliath belched loudly in his tutor's face.
"Oh! Uh, alright!" Not sure what to say, he pushed forward. "Well, Coach says that you're struggling in your English lit class. Are you struggling with the archaic language? Or is it more the themes of the novel?"
"I don't struggle with anything runt. I'm a champion." Tank growled. "The problem is that it's boring as shit, Who cares about this lame bitch wandering around a stupid old house?" The giant burped again, even longer this time. Grant turned away, trying to hid his disgust. As he did, he noticed a wire cage with a large water bottle hanging from it.
"Oh do you have a hamster?" He tried valiantly to change the subject.
"Had one. Then it bit me." Tank smirked, looking toward the open window. Grant gulped.
"Ah! I see! Well, back to Jane Eyre-" He started, but he was cut off by another explosive belch. He regarded the gassy lineman across from him. Were his clothes looking a little....looser?
"Travis, are you feeling okay?"" he asked.
"My name is BRAAAAAAWWWWP Tank you fuckin cumstain. And I've BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWP never felt better." Tank did his est to menace his tutor, but the uncontrollable burping undermined it somewhat. Additionally, Grant was sure now that Tank was getting smaller. They were nearly eye-level now, and Grant had an experiment he wanted to try.
He reached forward, quick as a flash, and placed his hand on the center of Tank's musclegut. He pressed firmly.
"What the fuck are you doing you little- BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWP!" Tank roared, and belched helplessly against the pressure his would-be victim applied to his solid tummy. He shrank more rapidly now, his feet dangling from the side of the bed. He leapt up in an attempt to tower over Grant, shouting "Quit it dickhead!" This posturing backfired immediately.
The dwindling ginger realized that the top of his head barely reached Grant's chin. His jeans slid to the floor, leaving him in his oversized jersey and his lucky jockstrap.
Grant's eyes lit up. "Well, what's this?" He laughed, peeling the jersey off his pasty, freckled body and tossing it to the floor. He grabbed both sides of the jock and lifted him up like he was in a bungie swing. "How's the weather down there?"
Tanks legs kicked helplessly as he bounced in his dingy jock. "Stop it dude, please!" His voice was higher now, and a twinge of fear had replaced the cocky aggression.
Grant laughed in reply, poking his gut merrily. "Boop!" He declared in a sing song voice.
Tank replied with a belch that rose a few octaves as his size dwindled from "underdeveloped freshman" to "chunky housecat". He dangled helplessly, looking like he was about to cry.
"Please man, I'm beggin' you!" He whimpered, sniffling.
"You know, my friend Michael begged too, when you pushed him downstairs and broke his leg." Grant growled, slapping his belly pink.
The ricochet of burps that followed caused him shrink
down,
down,
down.
He finally settled at about 6 inches tall.
Finally, he felt less bloated.
the former giant curled up in the musky pouch of his own jock, whimpering and blubbering pathetically.
Grant laughed, carrying him over to the vacant hamster cage.
"Don't worry little fella! I'm a much better pet owner than you!" He dumped the naked jock into the enclosure, tossing the jock on top of his discarded clothes. "Now run on that wheel until I say stop, or I'll give you the hamster treatment."
The red faced little man didn't need telling twice. He got up to his feet immediately, panting and whimpering in fear. His squeaky little voice breathlessly shouting "Yes Sir"s and "Please don't hurt me!"s.
Grant kicked back in the giant's old bed. He was just about to finish out the rest of their tutoring session watching his new little pet when there was a stern knock at the door.
Frantically, Grant leapt to his feet. He grabbed the jersey off the floor and draped it over his jock cage, kicking the rest of his clothes under the bed. In his haste, he caught his toe on the minifridge door, knocking it open and biting his finger to prevent from crying out. He hobbled quietly toward the door.
Glancing through the peephole, he saw Coach Anthony. The greying muscle bear was in his track jacket and short shorts, checking his watch impatiently with his cold, silvery eyes.
"Tank, you better not be pulverizing another one of those little geeks, or its 20 laps for you!" the gruff man shouted through the door.
Glancing around in panic, Grant's eyes settled on the minifridge he'd kicked open. It was full to the brim with bottles of that strange black market drink. A grin spread across his face. He opened the door.
"Hello Coach! Travis is in the bathroom, but he's really taking to the material!"
Coach looked unconvinced. "Really?" he snorted. "I've never seen Tank take to anything that didn't involve tackling a freshman."
"Well, I don't want to brag but I really think that he's turned over a brand new leaf! Why don't you stay a minute and see? Can I get you something to drink?"
Coach considered for a moment. "Ah why the hell not! Why don't you toss me one of them Gatorades in the fridge? Tank's a big boy, but he won't miss one."
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