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ohnoitstbskyen · 2 months

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I know it would probably bring a lot of hate comments but I am begging you to roast the hazbin character designs because I'd love to have someone properly articulate why they don't work so I could send it to people who won't believe me when I tell them. 🫠 Understandable if you don't want to get into it though.

I don't think there's that much there to roast, honestly?

Those designs are clearly an extremely specific stylistic choice, and because that style is consistent throughout the show, it ultimately feels coherent with itself.

There are trade-offs being made. Because Hazbin's design style is SO stylized and so heavy on decoration and detailing, because it puts a lot of emphasis on costuming, it isn't as good at communicating specific character storytelling as a more grounded style could be (it's kind of the same tradeoff that stuff like Genshin Impact makes).

Like, why does Sir Pentious' hat have an eye and a mouth on it that makes its own expressions? Apparently not for very much reason at all, except that Pentious has a bit of an eyes-motif going on in his design and it was one more place to put an extra eye. And that's a valid criticism of his design, but also the entire show is designed like that, so frankly it would be weirder and more out of place if his design alone didn't have that kind of overelaborate decoration going on.

It does create a situation where I have a hard time "reading" the character designs sometimes. For example, Vox, Alastor and Pentious all wear a similar style of suit with upwards-turned shoulders, butterflies and pinstripes. Now, am I meant to read that as Vox imitating Alastor due to his crippling need to replace and outdo him, and Pentious imitating the style of powerful Overlords because he thinks that possessing their level of power will finally give him relief from his paranoia and self-loathing?

Or is it just a design fixation of the creator who keeps putting their characters in suits because that's just what they like? I can't really be sure, because sometimes design elements are used to intentionally tell stories about how characters relate to themselves, their world and one another, but plenty of other times designs look the way they do Because Of Vibes.

But again, that lack of clarity is clearly an intentional trade-off - and the benefit of that trade-off is a design style that is extremely varied, wild, expressive and memorable. Hazbin Hotel seems like a very easy show to draw fanart of, and a very fun show to draw fanart of. Those designs (especially the hyper-expressive faces) are begging to be the subjects of traumatic headcanons, unbearably cotton-candy soft fluff fantasies and weird, taboo, homoerotic power dynamics. Slaps roof of character design, this bad boy can express so much vicarious emotional intensity.

It's very exuberant, very excited about itself and very self-indulgent, it's a style that prioritizes visual impact and visual interest over readability (something which the animators of the show navigate with real skill, props to them) and individual aesthetics over worldbuilding.

And I don't blame anyone for being turned off by that (I certainly was the first time I started seeing those designs going around), but I would struggle to call the show's designs "bad" when they are clearly achieving exactly what they want to achieve.

I have some criticisms, especially re: how the show treats skinny bodies as an unquestioned, desirable default, and employs fatness as a means of alienating and abjecting the audience. That sucks very badly, and is a serious disappointment, and one of the few places where the show feels like it is being cowardly in its design philosophy. But I don't have it in me to do some kind of Hazbin Hotel Sucks And Here's Why takedown, its problems are not unique or extreme enough to warrant it, at least not as I currently understand them.

#tb answers #hazbin hotel #character design

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kaiser1ns · 4 months

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𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

╹synopsis :: they are hopelessly in love with you, the excitement, the passion and how they want to make their feelings known.

╹contents :: sfw ,fem!reader, based on exo's song "growl", manager y/n in one scenario, beware of whipped (overprotective) egoists, tried to include as many characters as possible

╹notes :: it's my first time doing something like this with song lyrics, i hope i did it well! i honestly didn't know where to put eita whomp whomp, sorry for any grammar mistakes or mischaracterizations.

❝I’m warning you just in case, listen carefully It’s getting dangerous now, so dangerous Stop provoking me, there'll be big trouble I don’t even know what I'll do❞

The after party of the FIFA Awards started to get exhausting, boring even, talking to people left and right, getting more brand deals, you know the usual for a football superstar, he just wanted to enjoy the night drinking and having fun with you. But you are nowhere to be seen to his own dismay, where the heck did you go, it's not like he doesn't trust you - he doesn't trust the ones around you. He craned his neck, scanning the crowded venue in search of your familiar presence, and finally found you, ah you are so beautiful, so mesmerizing, he couldn't take his eyes off you, but you seemed to talk to someone ... let's say he doesn't like at all. He will make sure when playing against his team to score a hat-trick, no a double hat-trick. He felt this gut-wrenching feeling inside his stomach, his heart tightened at the site - his angel next to some random bug. Quickening his pace, he found himself behind you, looking at the man in front of you with utter hatred, realizing who he was dealing with he apologized to you and left. Wrapping his arms around you, securing and claiming you as his once again, whispering in your ear to stop doing these things to him, because he won't be as calm the next time he sees someone who doesn't deserve to be next to you.

Oliver Aiku, Shidou Ryusei, Karasu Tabito, Sheoi Barou, Raichi Jingo, Lavinho

❝My breath keeps stopping, you are walking toward me You are smiling at me, are you attracted to me too? My eyes become cloudy when you stare at me Your breath gets closer to my ears, you’re the one that makes me go crazy❞

Run, receive pass, score - repeat. He was trying to do that the whole practice, but he can't focus when you are here, distracting him. He will pass out not from overwork, but from the fact that his heart will burst at any moment if you keep looking at him with those sparkly e/c eyes, oh, and your smile - you were the motivation that pushed him to give his best on the field and the reason he forgets how to speak, how to think properly, how to function at all. As you approach him with that concerned smile,with your perfect cute looking face, noticing the sweat on his forehead you, reaching out your hand to check if he has temperature because he was burning and you ask him if he is okay, NO HE IS NOT OKAY, your gaze meeting his and like a daydream, his vision begins to get cloudy — he stares into your eyes, and so do you in his. The world around you blurred as your presence dominated his senses. Was it possible that you too, felt the magnetic pull drawing you and him together?

Isagi Yoichi, Yo Hiori, Nanase Nijiro, Julien Loki, Kurona Ranze, Niko Ikki, Alexis Ness

❝So no-one can see you, I want to hide you in my arms (I’m so serious) All of the stares that want you , whirls up in me a harsh storm❞

He just wanted to have one normal date with you, but of course the paparazzi have to nudge in, all the unwanted stares, camera lights, and the million photos that are probably going to be on every social media tomorrow with the most stupid title. Sometimes he hates the fact that he is famous, everything has it's perks, but right now he wishes for nothing more but to be a normal person with a normal office job. He wanted to hide, and most importantly to hide you from the press. Your relationship is not a secret, but you want to keep it private as much as possible. Without thinking, he gripped your hand tighter and quickened his walking pace, well you were practically running - away from this chaos. As the cacophony of camera clicks faded into the distance, you found solace in the quiet corner of the alley. Panting, without breath, his eyes met yours, and you let a little laugh, what's so funny about people invading your privacy?, but if it meant seeing you with such an adoring smile, he would run the whole world just for that.

Itoshi Sae, Itoshi Rin, Nagi Seishiro, Yukimiya Kenyu, Noel Noa, Leonardo Luna

❝My eyes get sharper, and the tension feels like it could cut I’m searching around your surroundings, baby You just stay as you are and look at only me I’ll never let you go, just watch, baby❞

Scoring the last-minute winning goal he screamed from the adrenaline, releasing the pent-up frustration that had been building throughout the game. The roaring crowd, the teammates' admiration, and the coach's praises all faded into the background, he felt the weight of the stadium disappear as he locked eyes with you from the VIP seats. His heart pounded with the residual rush of adrenaline, and a triumphant smile spread across his face. Your gaze held his, and in that intimate moment, the world outside ceased to exist. For him, every goal, every achievement, was dedicated to you. As the cheers continued around him, he knew that your 'I'm proud of you' meant more than any other praise. In that shared gaze, amidst the triumph, it was one of the biggest victories for him - you were more important than any medal, trophy, or Ballon d'Or. He smiled once again at you, nodding to the inside of the stadium, signaling you to wait there. And you did, understanding that there were moments beyond the public celebration, where the bond between you two was more profound than the thrill of victory itself - and to his luck he got the best reward, a loving kiss on the lips from his one and only.

Michael Kaiser, Mikage Reo, Chigiri Hyoma, Otoya Eita, Bachira Meguru, Kunigami Rensuke

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save-the-villainous-cat · 10 months

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Hero watches the city at night when they spot villain walking out of a bar completely drunk and not being able to even walk properly.

So hero gets worried and tries to bring villain home, that turns out difficult though when they realize that villain is pretty flirty when drunk.

Make it spicy spice✨️

“Watch your step.” The hero caught them before the villain could fall to the ground, however, the villain only laughed, clearly amused as they held onto their saviour.

“Clooooose call.”

“You said it,” the hero answered softly. “Now cool it just a bit, will you? Other people are sleeping.”

“Wanna sleep, too.” The villain turned towards the hero, rather serious out of a sudden and, the hero had to admit, they were a little intimidated by it until the villain’s gaze became very very suggestive. “Wanna sleep with you.”

“Yeah, keep dreaming, sunshine.” For whatever reason, the hero’s grasp tightened on their waist, as if holding onto them could save the villain. However, their nemesis wasn’t aware of the seriousness the hero assigned to the situation. So, they let their hand slip under the hero’s jacket, scratching teasing lines into the sleeve on the hero’s shoulder.

“God, you’re so fit…” the villain mumbled. “Sometimes I forget.”

The hero didn’t mind. Being close to the villain was nice but they weren’t going to use them in a state like this.

“You too, you know,” the hero answered. “You look good.”

“Pff. Suree.” The villain’s delicate fingers slipped under the hero’s shirt and slid down, their bare hand between the hero’s shoulder-blades. It tightened the hero’s shirt around their neck, making it a little uncomfortable to breathe.

They didn’t mind that either. They knew what was going on with the villain. Why they were so touchy.

When they looked at the villain, they grinned, shamelessly so and the hero couldn’t believe they were actually doing this.

Sometimes they could be rather impulsive, they knew that. But quite honestly, they had been worried. For a long time now, the villain hadn’t been doing well. They’d been quiet, had started to wilt like a beautiful flower. Maybe the hero was overthinking this but if they weren’t — and they were quite sure they were not — then the villain was playing with the fire of self-destruction a bit too carelessly. And the hero didn’t even tolerate the tiniest burn.

It saddened them.

“Keep doing that and you won’t walk tomorrow,” the hero joked, secretly adoring the hand where it was drawing circles. It was the kind of intimacy that could only come with love.

“That’s the goal,” the villain mumbled and without a warning, they stopped and pressed a kiss to the hero’s neck. It felt lovely. But the hero knew this couldn’t be love. It was frustration. It was hatred. It was anger. All bottled up in a flask of alcohol.

Carefully, testing the waters, the villain bit down into the hero’s skin and just for a moment, the hero closed their eyes, sighed and came to their senses.

One hand in the villain’s hair, they pulled them away. Their nemesis wanted to say something but the hero was quicker.

“You want to be loved so bad, don’t you?” They looked at the villain, one hand on their lower back, the other gliding to their chest. “You want to be admired so bad that you are willing to go as far as making a fool out of yourself, don’t you? As if laughing with the others makes laughing about you any better.”

The hero looked at their nemesis, their dear nemesis who could be so human at times it scared them.

They felt drawn towards them but the villain wasn’t a black hole, they were a bright star, close to collapsing.

“I—” Despite being drunk, the villain was quiet, staring back at the hero. They made a grimace as if to laugh, so the hero continued.

“You deem yourself worthless. Worth a joke maybe, nothing more. You’re so wrong about that, don’t you know? You drank that much because you feel like a failure, right?” The hero hoped they were wrong, prayed for it even but the villain didn’t answer, they looked at the pavement, their hand still on the hero’s back. “God, you destroy yourself because of it. You walk around, threatening people, building weapons, all of it so they look at you.”

“How’d you know…” The hero took the villain’s hand, squeezing gently.

“As if I haven’t been there before.”

#Lorin coded 😭#writing snippet #heroes and villains #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #angst #suggestive

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izvmimi · 6 months

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“Have you ever thought of becoming a teacher?”

Clack goes the knife loudly as it hits the cutting board, and in the subsequent quiet, the sound seems to elevate the importance of the question. And now when you really think about it, maybe it is more of a serious question than you had initially considered.

Yuuji hasn’t yet answered. You put down your knife, and turn, wondering if he’s even in the room with you still. He isn’t, and you resolve to not ask again, but in a second, he reappears again in the kitchen doorway, this time with another paper bag full of groceries which he sets on the counter.

“Oh, did we forget those?” You pivot. You’d gotten so excited with the prospect of making sure dinner was ready in time for your friends to come over that you’d started preparing the side dishes immediately, the produce quickly washed and thrown onto a cooking surface.

“Yeah,” he says. His voice has softened, and you can tell he’s thinking. He draws closer to you to get to the sink, washes his hands, then smiles to himself for a moment. For a reason you don’t understand (well, really you do), your heart flutters as he softly huffs through his nose before turning off the faucet.

“You know, I really did not plan to live this long,” he says finally, his hands drying on a towel. You take that in, and he moves to stand beside you, grabbing the knife gently out of your hands.

“I’m not done yet,” you whine.

“Let me take over,” he says back, mirroring your voice in a singsongy tune. You acquiesce, but lean back, wondering if he’ll say more. There are things to put away, and you move to do so, watching his back carefully as he works. You’ve watched him for so many years now, since you first met, but as clear as he speaks his mind, and as pure his intentions are, you always worry about his heart.

Sometimes when things are too obvious, they become suspicious, and you feel like it’s always been this with Yuuji. The fact that he liked you so earnestly since high school gave you pause, that he’s always been there for you made you fear abandonment. Right now you wish he would offer you anything more than the truth, which is that he really wasn’t meant to escape his fate as a sacrificial lamb.

“I could,” he muses. He turns, and his smile is brighter than the sun. “Do you think I could be like Gojo-sensei… or Nanamin?”

It’s such a simple question, childlike and innocent. Not something you’d expect for someone who has lived horrors, has been a horror himself.

“Probably better than Gojo. Catching up to Nanami might take some work,” you joke. His eyes crinkle. You put away the last few things in the pantry and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on the space between his shoulder blades.

“There are a million other things you could do, you know, if you really haven’t thought about it,” you offer.

He sighs but it’s light, and you waddle with him, still holding on tightly as he moves through the kitchen to the fridge to grab himself a soft drink. He opens it and offers you the first sip, twisting in your loosened hold to face you properly; you shake your head no and he takes a sip before responding. He’s leaning against the counter now, and you look up at him tentatively. He basks in your interest, making an exaggerated contemplative gesture.

“Being your boyfriend isn’t enough, huh?” He teases.

You roll your eyes.

“Please.”

“Mmmm…” he leans in, eyes sparkling. “How about househusband?”

Your cheeks warm.

“Are you proposing to me, Yuuji?” You break away, taking a step back, your arms crossed as you quiet your flustered emotions.

He laughs and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Not yet.”

You blink, but he’s already returned to his task, and you find some other way to busy your hands before you ask another question for which answer you may not be prepared.

#yuuji x reader #yuji x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #itadori x reader #mimi's notes #daydreams: jjk

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popponn · 7 months

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how one looks. [isagi yoichi x f!reader]

notes: this was born out of love and rage for his anime official arts' clothes because why is my man dressed like t h a t way too many times already... so i will bully him a bit (then feel bad about it. and it shows). other than that: fluff, yoichi got so sappy and so smitten for a hot sec, yoichi's fashion sense slander (and lets be honest. it deserves it. yoichi's plus point, many. negative point, his closet.)

“You know,” you began and Yoichi instantly felt like he was about to get a ball kicked to his face. “I had been thinking. Why do you look like an unfashionable grandpa sometimes?”

“…huh?” Yoichi responded, not really knowing how to answer to that. What should a guy do when their girlfriend of three years plus a half, who is also probably the love of their life, insinuate something about their appearance? Neither Blue Lock nor his parents prepared him for this.

With your eyes squinting at him, you leaned towards him from your seat in the armchair. One hand perched on the armrest and supported your chin as your face scrunched up from your thoughts. “I mean, I do think you are cute and handsome. Charming too,” you said.

Yoichi tried not to melt. Years passed and he is still weak whenever you praise him out of blue like this. From his parents to his teammates to Noel Noa knew about this—so, in attempt to be normal, Yoichi tried to kept everything under a soft smile directed to you only, “Gosh. You know, you are—”

“Hey, this is about you not me. Shush, shush,” you scolded him lightly with a finger pressed to his lips. This time, Yoichi could only blinked absentmindedly as you continued in a serious manner, “But, you see, if I look at you properly without bias—I wonder why I could think like that.”

It was at this point Yoichi realized you were trying to call him not cute, not handsome, and not charming in a very roundabout way. Again, confused on how to react to things like this, he said, “…uh?”

You were not Rin, Barou, Kaiser or anyone he shared competitive trash talking with hell and back—and even calling him ‘ugly’ really was tame to the shits spitted out straight at his face. You were never like this and Yoichi knows since the four years ‘unclear situationship’ period that his appearance really does not matter to you who would look at him gently even with his face dressed in odd drawings courtesy of Bachira’s oil markers. With that being said, he really didn’t understand what was going on.

“Your hair is honestly generic. Like, I really get why Rin said he called you NPC back then,” you explained and Yoichi tried not to wince. “Oh, but don’t change it! If it changes, especially without me knowing beforehand, I probably won’t recognize you. Though what’s a bit unique about them are probably only your sprout and bangs…kind of?”

In silence and in attempt to be a good boyfriend, Yoichi could only nod.

“And then, your fashion sense…” you continued, pity coloring your face, “…actually, where do I start on that one? I think that one part of you is so hopeless it kind of turn around to cute… in a really naive and stupid way though.”

For a moment, Yoichi remembered how he used to think in Blue Lock some people could be very harsh in commenting. Turns out, listening to your girlfriend obliterating you appearance wise is a whole another level of ego bruising experience. “Now, come on, you know I’m not good at those mix matching thing…” he admitted with pain in his voice. Because at this point what could he do?

“Of course I know,” you said as if he was saying that sky is blue. “I mean, remember how I used to tease you about ‘all point in soccer and social skill, zero in others’?” Yoichi doubted that it was all ‘teasing’. At this moment, it felt like lighthearted bullying. “I’m not exactly a hundred percent kidding, you know.”

At least he saw this one coming.

“Ugh, what brought this on suddenly, seriously?” Yoichi asked with a groan. Did he do something? He didn’t forget an anniversary or something, right?

You hummed, before answering hesitantly, “Hmm…nothing much actually?”

“So you just said all that for no reason?!” he cried out, not actually buying you answer. At that, you stayed silent for a moment.

“…actually, it’s because I saw a photo of you online, not the most recent, I think,” you finally admitted, your eyes slowly drifting away from his face. “…your clothes was so ugly there I felt like burning your closet suddenly.”

“Please don’t,” Yoichi said quickly, before prompting you to continue. “And?”

“…it’s a waste,” you continued. “You are handsome, cute. Your eyes look good when you are focused. You are like a really handsome cat who is really good at soccer. But you dress like an unfashionable grandpa who really loves neon green sometimes, so it’s a waste.”

Listening to your explanation, both fondness and exasperation overcame Yoichi in a wave that felt like a pleasant breeze compared to whatever you just dished out to him seconds ago. “Don’t burn my closet though,” Yoichi said, utterly serious and yet somehow still couldn’t find it in himself to be even be a little stern on you after such honest praises.

Suddenly feeling a bit shy and tired, Yoichi buried his face in his hands. He knew for sure his face was red. And he knew how obviously weak he is for you. From the back of his mind, he could hear some familiar voices poking at him for being like this, but in the end there will always be a part of him that is so in love with you it becomes straight up stupid.

Maybe it indeed is so dumb and selfish, because as long as you are happy and it is a time shared with him, Yoichi probably wouldn’t really mind having to listen to you calling him an ‘unfashionable grandpa’ everyday.

He, more than anyone, understands how the two of you has dreams and life that took the two of you away from each other. And even then, Yoichi knows that that one part of him—one that always gaze at your sleeping figure silently, wondering how he could have this and why someone as wonderful as you is here by his side—is rightfully fearful of a ‘bad ending’. Yoichi knows you love him. Yoichi knows he loves you. Yoichi got called selfish, egoistic, self centered, and self serving many times already in matches, and that is exactly why—he knows himself.

If it’s for you—for every part of life you had given to him, for every part of you that he had fallen in love with—he is ready to be as selfless as he could.

Happily and gladly.

“Hey, you have been silent for a while now.” A pair of hands warped itself around him, meekly, as your head rested on his back. “…sorry. Was I too much? I made you overthink, didn’t I? You know I still love you, right? Even if you suddenly wake up as a wrinkly grandpa with creaking knees tomorrow.”

Yoichi laughed at that, still covering part of his face. “I don’t want to retire yet so that better not happen,” he replied lightly, going along with you.

“…you are not crying, right?” you asked, guilt written all over your tone. Yoichi tried and failed to held back a chuckle. So, accepting his fate as a lovesick asshole, he turned and pushed you to the sofa, laying his face down on your stomach as he settled in an uncomfortable position to hug you.

Yet, without paying any mind to his lower body that remained sitting whilst upper body rested on you, Yoichi said, “I’m not. How could I with you hugging me like this?”

“…really?”

“Really.”

“…should we really stay like this any longer though…?” you asked, eventually. “I’m worried for your hips.”

“I’m fine,” Yoichi said while nuzzling his face slowly to your clothes. “Just think of this as payback for bullying me.”

You scoffed lightly at that, “And you said you were fine.”

“Yeah, I am,” Yoichi said as he felt your fingers combed through his hair. So much for commenting his hairstyle. He made a note to tease you later, but for a bit longer—

“Just, let me stay here, okay?”

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #bluelock x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock x reader #bllk fluff #isagi yoichi #bllk isagi #isagi fluff #isagi x reader #extra: yoichi will be taken to a shopping trip tomorrow. unwritten in this version of ending tho. still as smitten tho.#there is supposed to be on field isagi ver ending where yOU KNOW but yeah this is impulsive enough as it is #i can go on but tldr love live laugh yoichi heart emoji

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darksigns-exe · 5 months

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My Endless Distraction - Nicholas Ruffilo/Noah Sebastian/OFC

Paring: Noah x Nicholas x OFC

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1.1k

Note: Listen I am just the messenger. I can't stop these poly brainworms. If you find punctuation mistakes no you didn't.

Nick finds them on the sofa. He doesn’t get to see them like this often, there’s still something hesitant about Noah. But Nick thinks that it’s less shame and more insecurity. He knows that the younger is still struggling with accepting how he feels. It’s new for all of them, but he knows Noah well enough to know that it might take him a little longer to really come to terms with it.

Noah has his head in her lap and from what he can tell he’s fast asleep. An even rarer sight.

He watches them from the door for a moment. Her hand is carding through his hair, and occasionally her fingers drift across the skin at his temples. It’s such an intimate moment that Nick can hardly convince himself to disrupt them.

She does notice him eventually. She waves him over. Gently as he can manage, Nick manoeuvres himself under Noah’s long limbs. He grumbles a little but otherwise gives little effort to move himself.

“How was your day?” She asks, reaching out of Nick's hand with the one that isn’t tangled into Noah’s hair.

“Busy. Good kind.” He gives her hand a squeeze, “What did you two get up to?”

“We tried to watch Evangelion.” She draws her hand across his cheek, “I don’t think he’s sleeping much at the moment."

Nick has heard the younger roaming around the house in the depths of night for a few nights in a row now. He knows that Noah sometimes struggles with falling asleep, but this is a lot even for him.

They’re silent for a while, and Nick just allows himself to watch Noah and her. Sometimes he thinks that it’s easier for Noah to pretend that he’s just with one of them. It should make him feel bad, but he understands the turmoil that must fill his waking thoughts. He’s been there too, but he had her bounce his fears off of. Noah isn’t as willing to part with his inner monologues.

Speak of the devil the younger stirs and stretches his tired limbs further across Nick's lap.

They’re in suspension for a moment before Noah realises that it’s not just the two of them anymore. He doesn’t immediately remove himself from Nick's lap and instead sinks a little deeper into her embrace.

“When did you come back?”

“Just now.” Nick gives his calf a squeeze, “Didn’t miss much.”

Noah turns onto his back and properly stretches across their bodies. It’s a miracle that he even fits on the sofa, considering how tall he is.

“You two eat yet?”

The smirk that plasters itself across Noah’s face tells him that he’s at least eaten something. Nick smacks his thigh, “Something real.”

She shakes her head before Noah can dig himself even deeper into that hole, “Thought we could order something in?”

Noah finally, albeit reluctantly, sits up but remains pressed to her side as if he’s glued to her. Nick gets it. There are very few places he’d rather be.

They order enough to share among the three of them. Noah’s fork will find its way to their plates anyway, and she’s always adamant that she doesn’t want fries, but always ends up stealing Nicks. And so he orders a bit of everything, even the bits they don’t think about. No one’s going to tell Nick that he isn’t considerate.

She’s perched on the counter in front of Noah when he comes back into the kitchen with the bags.

“I just don’t know why you always assume the worst. I really hope that neither Nick nor I have ever given you the feeling that this isn’t serious.”

He pauses just before the last corner.

“No — it’s not that —" he pauses for a moment, “It’s just — if this goes bad, I don’t just lose one of you.”

“Then we don’t let it go bad.” Nick can almost see the soft expression on her face, “But you need to talk to us for that. This can’t work if we don’t talk to each other. Right, Nick?”

He’s sure the damned woman has some kind of sixth sense.

Noah lets out a laugh at that.

And when Nick rounds that last corner, he finds him with his head dropped to her shoulder, his own still shaking with silent laughter.

"You know that he tries that all the time, right?" Noah says, picking himself up again, "He thinks he's sneaky like that, but you can hear him from a mile away."

Nick wants to protest, but he knows it's true. And truth be told, seeing them gang up on him makes him feel all warm inside.

"Terrible liar too." she digs, throwing him wink "But to get back to it. If we want this to work, and I wholeheartedly want it to work, we need to talk. This hush hush stuff doesn't work." she looks directly at Noah then, who shrinks into himself just a little "I know it's comfortable, but it won't do us any good in the long run."

Nick sets the bags down on the table in the middle of the room.

"I think we can all work on that." he says with his back still turned to the pair of them, "Expectations, limits and all that."

He hears her hop off the counter, "I think we should have had that talk before you ganged up on me like that. Don't get me wrong, that was fun, but --"

"That should have been a conversation." Nick agrees, "Are we good to have that talk now?"

There'll be some uncomfortable things, he's well aware of that, but he'd rather have it out of the way and talked about than shelved for yet another day.

Noah is the first one to give his yes, and she follows shortly after.

And so there's some back and forth over dinner. They agree that it's easiest if Noah stays with them for the time being, he's between places anyway and one commute less can only make things less complicated. Noah doesn't feel quite ready to dive into things with Nick, but he wants to try, and that's enough for him. Things involving her are fine, Nick supposes it's easier for the younger because he's used to girls and everything else is so painfully new. But he's glad that it's not off the table entirely. All in all the conversation is less tense than he'd anticipated, and his shoulders feel, to his surprise, a lot lighter once they return to the living room.

He's sure that he won't remember a bit of whatever they're watching, but it matters little when he gets to spend the evening with the two of them. He's seen all of Evangelion often enough. But every little step they take here is new, and he'd rather watch them than the images that flicker across the screen.

Nick tries not to make it known that he noticed the tattooed hand that slithers up his leg and finds a hesitant home against his calf, out of fear that he'll flee like a spooked bird.

He's trying, he instead repeats in his mind, that's good enough.

#nick ruffilo x noah sebastian x ofc #noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x ofc #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo fanfic #nicholas ruffilo fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #fic: to know you’re mine

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katyspersonal · 2 months

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Ayyyy 3 years of Bloodborneing! I am old now xD 🎉

I checked my @katyahina main, that existed many months before this blog, and.. damn, I really HAVE been into Bloodborne for 3 years! Not just that, but I've kept missing the proper day because I misremembering joining in Spring and not Winter. But.. yeah!

^ This meme was how my Bloodborne fan era technically started. It was the first thing I've posted on it, after about a month of passionate discussions with my friends who played it.. and then fishbowlcarnage, a super based Soulsborne blog that unfortunately deactivated year later, liked it and followed me instantly. I've just started to take first steps towards being "properly" online in social media after a seriously horrible and long period in my life, and having that sense of 'a cool person' giving me attention again, after all that time? Yeah, I felt like I could not pull the 'it was just a joke, I do not intend to post more Bloodborne!!' after something so significant. Look, I was very sad, and in shards from after leaving abusive relationship that were a huge part of my "isolation" from sane people. Still, I think it is funny that I might not even have stayed around in this fandom, had it not been a single person giving me a hand at the most important time. She never knew how meaningful it was for me, and never will now (genuinely hope she is fine, wherever she is..)

But afterwards I started drawing and loredigging more! This aesthetic and this type of storytelling was absolutely nothing like what I was used to, so it was very hard to whip my art into a more "serious" shape after years of round, cute and cartooney stuff. And even harder to connect so many vague hints and scattered lore scraps! I thought I was losing my mind upon discovering my first theories. Heck, I swear I learned what growing eyes on the inside felt like XD @val-of-the-north was there for me on every step on the way, he remembers me screaming at how bad it hurt my brain and how I was losing sanity dsfhjdfs In the end, my brain did get completely rewired in terms of media analysis and how I create things. I think I will never be the same. Admittedly, I am so, so, SO thankful to my former self for discovering all theories on my own, instead of instantly socialising and taking hot takes, theories and designs in the fandom as a reference. Talking with other fans significantly improved my interpretations and theories, but the best way to go is to first have your own version, so it can be refined upon interactions. Rather than just letting what's already there decide for you, you feel?

Granted, it's been painful 3 years for at least 5 significant reasons, and time flew really fast. Sometimes I regret having joined the fandom instead of being the 'unreachable' fan (the one that just posts theories and fanart without ever actually interacting with other fans). Watching the best, the most level-headed and interesting fandom in my life rot into a clown mess of 'cool kids' cliques, hierarchies and division, discourse, passive aggression, toxicity, gospel headcanons, snobbish treatment of any fan that didn't grab a beer with an "influencer" at the Discord and resentment towards fans who are actually passionate was PAIN. I hoped this kind of rot that kills every other small fandom could never touch US, but alas.

On the other hand, accepting that all good things should rot one day is important part of any engagement. Resisting what's natural end only makes things worse. ...that sounded like a very Soulsborne-moment. Besides, all pain (personal one or 'on behalf of my community' one) was worth the knowledge and insights on nature of people I've gotten! I understand so much more, it is only fair that the price was so heavy. ....and that also sounded like a very Soulsborne-moment. And at the same time, while I was raving like a grumpy old man about "better simpler times", even older fans came towards me to admit that actually this is not a novelty but just a more annoying form of it, and the community knew at least two previous 'cycles' of rising and then rotting like this. So in the end it doesn't matter, and some day things will improve again, only to get ruined again. ..... *sighs* and is not it a fucking Soulsborne-moment yet AGAIN.

I am still glad that I was able to find the interest in these awesome stories, and that I've found such good friends. I think in the end, the biggest reason why these games have such unreal grip on me is that they understand me like no other piece of media did. With all previous things I've been into, I was the one trying to understand them, but here, ironically considering my lore essays, it is understanding me. The despair, the endless existential crisis, the traumas, the doubts, the struggle to remember what's the reason to even live and hope is, observations on society I've had on instinctive level despite intellectual disabilities but could never articulate... the nightmares, too. But this is even better that I've found people who can understand me through how I understand it. I can't go back to how I used to socialise before the nightmare everything has been spiralling as for several years, the trust issues run far too deep and control me far too much, but I feel as alive as someone in my position could be here. And this matters.

#personal #thoughts #memories #it feels bittersweet

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psalacanthea · 8 days

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Fanfic Friday!

Since the game canon Zyn x Astarion was voted, I worked on Dissonance and Debauchery for my writing time the last couple days! I still can't promise when it'll update, but I have made progress on the next chapter. So here's a bit from it, for all of you that voted!

Astarion x Tav (drow bard), tiefling party night post-coital cuddling negotiations. 1900ish words.

Languidly Zyn accepted the kiss that was being pressed on her, lips swollen and lax.

Astarion stroked a finger from under her lip to down the line of her throat, with just the edge of a nail dragging. It felt nice. Grounding.

“There we are. See? Much better when you’re properly rested and sober.”

Zyn gave an impish little smirk, but couldn’t quite maintain the energy for it. The smirk went gooey. Loose. “And when you’re not in danger of killing me?”

With a long, self-satisfied sigh, Astarion abruptly sat up, pulling out of her line of vision. Turning her head to the side, she watched as he straightened, arms stretching languidly over his head, fingers spread. With a slow exhale he collapsed, arms falling to the bedroll. He tilted his head to the side, hair spilling across his forehead, and their eyes met again.

“You can go now,” she offered lazily.

Instantly his posture stiffened, a wrinkle forming between his eyebrows as he snapped waspishly, “I’m sorry, are you kicking me out of your tent?”

What?

“No, I’m saying that if you want to go, you can go,” she replied, grabbing the discarded pillow from above the bedroll and dragging it back under her head. Gods, her hair was going to be a mess. Hmm, chopping. “I’m not going to try and get you to stay this time. You obviously have no interest in it.”

His lips pursed, thinned, and then twisted to the side before he rolled his eyes to the side. “Stop assuming things about me, it’s irritating. You’re not as all-knowing as you think you are.”

“Mmh,” she replied dismissively. He just didn’t like that she was right, that was all. Maybe up to the shoulders? Higher? Oh, she could be bald. Hmm…

His voice turned ingratiating, which drew her attention back instantly. The actual words, however, were displeasing. “Pet, stop pouting.”

Why would she– “I’m not pouting, and you’re ruining the mood.”

“You ruined the mood when you told me to get out,” he retorted, voice a little sharp as he dropped the facade, obviously annoyed by her refusal to play along again.

Ugh, was he serious? Why did he keep acting as if her drawing boundaries was her having a snit? If he didn’t cuddle, fine. That made them incompatible. “I didn’t say you should get out, I said you could if you liked.”

His hands slapped down on his bare thighs, noisily. Shifting back, his scarlet gaze bored into her, chin lifting so he could assert his superior position by sticking his nose in the air. “Well, I want to stay! What about that?”

Zyn’s cheeks puffed out as she blew them out. “Then stay? I’m not going to tell you what to do, you’re a grown man.” Part of her really didn’t want to say anything, but another part of her was tired of how confusing he was. “Sometimes you make absolutely no sense to me.”

“Oh, you never make any sense to me,” Astarion replied, chuckling grudgingly when it made her laugh, slow and drowsy. “What is it that you want?”

Zynatheri gave him a look of sheer disbelief. “I have been completely upfront about what I want. What do you mean what do I want?” Was he really being this obtuse?

His lips curved into a very ill-timed seductive smile. “Well, darling, if you’re not satisfied…”

“Ugh, you’re doing that again,” she sighed, regally waving a dismissive hand, forcing him to lean back. Gods, did he have no artistry in his sou– oh, right, no soul. “Sex is not just the thrusting bits. Don’t you enjoy the comfort of just…being around another person? Listening to a heartbeat? Feeling the warmth of a body? Brushing someone’s hair, being massaged, counting freckles? Listening to stories? Just enjoying learning about a person.”

“I…no,” Astarion replied, voice surprisingly subdued for a split second. And then it took on a humorous edge. “Maybe I’m just not much of a cuddler. What’s wrong with that?”

“And I’m not used to sleeping with the same person twice,” she retorted, a little sourly. How dare he only take, and not give. That sealed it; if he didn’t cuddle, she was done with him. “This is new for both of us. I am reluctantly forced to admit that…” The earlier incorporeal god botherer had really driven it home. “This little adventure is unprecedented in my almost two hundred years of life. I think you feel the same. So why can’t we both try something new?”

“Not the worst argument. But still…” Astarion gave her a sidelong look, the charmingly tousled state of his hair giving him a rakish air. “Your obsession with pillow talk is bad enough. If I let you cuddle me, I’ll never be free of you.”

Aah.

He wanted to be convinced.

“Trust me, my sweet viper,” she reached up and caressed his chin, a playful little beckon. “I’m not going to be catching feelings.” And he couldn’t, which she had to remember. Vampire. He was undead, he didn’t feel things like other people.

Astarion was safe.

Which was why his next words didn’t bother her. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“I know you’re at least considering giving me what I want– I can see it on your face,” she said, smirking when he rolled his eyes and glanced away. She rolled onto her back, stretching languidly. “Mhmm. Darling, this isn’t a case of me lacking interest in you. I find you very entertaining. But I don’t like sleeping with the same person twice in the first place, and especially not when I don’t get any cuddling out of it. I’m already compromising by not pretending you don’t exist the next morning.”

It broke him, a twitch of a smile touching his lips despite his efforts to keep it back. When her grin widened, wickedly, he reached down and pinched the end of her nose. “You do realize how insane you sound, don’t you?”

Jerking her chin up, Zyn snapped at his hand. Pulling it back abruptly, dramatically, Astarion gave her a wide-eyed look of horrified shock. And then he smacked her cheek, very lightly. Much like he spanked her, it was a little too hard to be a pat, but she’d be exaggerating to call it a slap.

It pleased and amused her that he never treated her as fragile.

Flashing him a wink, she didn’t deny the accusations. “Well, always! It’s part of my charm. It’s up to you if it’s worth it to you or not– I must emphasize, I’ll hold no ill will at all. I’ll think fondly of you. Write a few dirty songs about you. In fact…”

She rolled over onto her side in search of her lute, only to be grabbed and yanked back over.

“Get back here!”

She blinked, sprawled out underneath him as he released her upper arm. He gave a small ‘ugh’ of frustration, tilting his head back, the heel of his hand pressing into his forehead. How dramatic. It made him look extremely pretty, though.

That didn’t mean she missed the lascivious little peek at her bouncing tits, though.

The words ‘don’t touch me’ had yet to make an appearance, in that fretful, almost reflexively irritated voice. She imagined he said it a lot. Not wanting to follow that thought any deeper, though, she set it aside and focused on her reaction when she poked him testingly in the thigh.

Had he put his shield back up yet?

It seemed not, because he just sighed like a diva, raking his hair back and away from his face. She took advantage and threw her arm across his waist, curling up against the side of his thigh and arse. Astarion tilted his head slightly to stare down at her, ruby eye glinting faintly in the hints of light that pierced the cracks in the tent. She wrinkled her nose at him.

“You’ll do it regardless,” he told her imperiously, like the brat he was.

“Do what?”

“Write songs about me. There’s no point hiding it– I make a perfect muse.” His voice lowered to a beckoning purr. “Don’t I?”

She smiled, unabashedly smug. Oh. Did this mean she was winning? “Mmh, I suppose. So you’re…compromising?”

He tapped her nose again. “Just for now, my little fox. To…keep my options open. I haven’t decided if I’m done with you or not yet, and I’d rather be the one to decide if we’re done or not.”

Zynatheri giggled, full of mockery. “Oh really? Is that how this works? You know, I never asked. Why ‘fox’?”

He leaned over her, a hand planting next to her shoulder as he twisted to stare her down from a closer vantage. She made a small contented noise as he sprawled on top of her, enjoying the triumph maybe a little bit more than his presence. But they were both enjoyed.

“Because…darling, you are a smug little trickster who thinks she is the cleverest creature to ever grace this plane.”

Oh, well, when he put it like that…

Zyn nodded slowly in acknowledgement. He was right. Very well, she could add that into her mishmash of identities somewhere. “Mmh, I see it.”

“Just as you call me ‘viper’ due to my deadliness, grace, and–” Astarion glared down at her as her smug smirk widened. “Oh no.”

How dare he leave himself vulnerable for such an attack? If Zyn didn’t take the opportunity, it’d be a waste. “Because you have fangs and you’re cute,” she told him quite seriously.

His expression soured, instantly. “I hate you.”

“I have a book you haven’t read, and a very comfortable lap.” she didn’t bother to hide the luring little purr in her voice.

“Mmh.” Astarion wrinkled his nose. Pushing up onto his forearms, he scooted further down. Before she could ask what the Hells he was doing, he collapsed, face-first, into her chest. It did hurt, slightly, but men could be like that about tits.

“Just because they’re soft doesn’t mean they’re invincible,” she groaned in annoyance as he burrowed in. Irritated, she gently swatted the back of his head. “What are you doing? Awful bloodsucker.”

Much to her great relief, he pushed up on his hands, smirking down at her. “Bloodsucker? Was that an invitation, my little fox?”

“Don’t you dare bite my tits,” she scolded, lifting a finger in front of his nose.

“Mmh,” his eyes left hers, raking down her body. “I do love forbidden fruit,” he purred.

“Decide, you absolute stray tom. In or out?” she sighed, quite over his waffling– even if it was playful now. Instinct had her snapping, before his mouth had a chance to do anything but open, “do not say something sexual.”

Astarion pouted, jaw tight as his mouth closed. Reaching up, he intercepted her hand as it reached for his cheek, flinging it away lightly. Before she could protest, he rolled off of her and sat up again, lifting a hand reflexively to fix his hair.

“I was promised a book and a lap, I believe.”

Zyn smiled delightedly as she sat up, endlessly amused by the snobbish facade. It made him so fun to play with. Addictive, the desire to poke and prod, tease, annoy, anger, seduce…but no. No. She’d just won, she should be gracious.

Let him be the Lordling tonight.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #fanfic friday #tav: Zynatheri Rivati

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paincaat · 1 month

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hello.

welcome to my perfectly normal tacky techy typewriter-esque page. i am your humble host, PainCaat, here to bless your eyes with absolutely wonderous works of art. pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!

a bit about me, i'm an aroace breadcat who sold their soul to the overlord of cursed content and am now obligated to ruin everyone's eyes. i recently learned about the hellaverse just as hazbin released and made a tumblr blog for the first time shortly after to shitpost and make actual art about the show. somehow, this has devolved into a blog for cursed content. i have no idea what the fuck i'm doing. free me please.

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🍞🐈‍⬛ - personal rambling

cursed nun cat alastor - this monstrosity

there will probably be more cursed ones in the future. stay tuned.

caatdoodles - doodle posts

FAQ

Why did you feel the need to make ___ cursed post?

Can I repost your work?

generally for personal use yes, but please ask first and include credit! the only exception to this is if you intend to use it with NSFW intent (ex. NSFW RP, commentary etc.). Just dont use my work please. it makes me highly uncomfortable to have my work attached to certain content and i will be blocking anyone who doesn't respect that

Can I request art?

feel free to drop them in my asks! i likely won't be able to get to all of them unfortunately so i will prioritize ones that i can make cursed, find funny. or can do quickly (just keep in mind i work over full time hours some weeks so there's a chance i'm not punctual with delivering depending on the nature of the request)

Commissions?

i'm still sorting out the details but i'd love to open them up! for now, if you want to commission me feel free to send me a DM and we could work something out!

Aspec Alastor?

i personally don't enjoy seeing the majority of alastor shipping content and will never make any serious shipping art. for cursed reasons or crackshipping? sometimes. (heck i don't even know how to draw a kiss properly).

that being said i do find onesided radiostatic funny at times and don't mind qpr radiorose. also its the internet, if you enjoy alastor shipping, be my guest. i just ask you to be respectful to my fellow aspecs and respect that this blog is meant to be an aspec-friendly space

Why is your art style so inconsistent?

lmao so i actually switch between using a bunch of drawing tools with varying proficiencies. i tend to do doodles on procreate or clip studio paint, and animate on krita. i would say that i'm probably best at using clip studio and krita since im more used to using a drawing tablet than a tablet screen. also i just like drawing in multiple styles for my personal art

thanks for reading - will update this as necessary :}

#🍞🐈‍⬛#i have no idea why i wrote the first bit alastor style lmfao

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hattiestgal · 5 months

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Beyond the whole “hee hoo fat beasties" thing as well as having a plethora of various hobbies that are just a delight to watch you enjoy, I feel like the biggest reason as to why I just greatly enjoy your presence is just because of this:

You give me Hope. Hope that I can become the artist I wish to be.

Just seeing your improvement over time, no matter how gradual, is just so inspiring to me, and it’s not just the amazing compositions you craft that make me feel this way, but also that just seeing the heartfelt emotions and passion you pour into each one is so cathartic to me. Heck, even your silly low-effort doodles made me realize that yes, sometimes it’s ok to take a step back and just have fun with drawing instead of constantly worrying about focusing on grinding out the next drawing and burning yourself out in the pursuit of getting better

To be frank: For most of my life, I haven’t really put any serious work into actually drawing and enjoying the process doing so, despite art being a major interest of mine. I took art classes, sure, but I just treated the projects I had to do as just more school work instead of a chance to actually start improving myself and figure out if I even like art in the first place. And going into art college last year was certainly informative…but also led me into spiraling into the most depressive period of my life so far after I dropped out…

Even now, it’s still kinda a struggle to just sit down and get into that drawing groove, but… Thanks to you just enjoying yourself, I’m finally starting to make strides in breaking through all my bad habits and hang ups, and actually putting in my all in learning to be an artist, and more of all: I’m finally starting to enjoy the process of doing so!

So yeah, one day I hope I’ll be able to properly show you my improvement and gratitude, so until then, keep on being the best You that you can be, Hattie!

#hat answers #anon thoughts #OK I CANT STAY SILENT ABOUT THIS ONE OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO HEARTFELT AND MEANINGFUL AND I DEEPLY APPRECIATE THAT I COULD BE THAT FOR YOU #THIS BRIGHTENED MY DAY VERY MUCH THANK YOU

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written-in-flowers · 1 year

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Something ive always wanted to see with Otto and Rosebud's family is how does Otto hang out with little Cedric? Would he carry him around the red keep or sit with him during council meetings when theres nothing serious on the agenda? Take him to the stables and watch horses? Keep Cedric's drawings in his office?! You have no idea hod often do i think about this little family 💚💚💚

Oh gossshhhhh I've been wanting to write some fluffy domestic stuff with this universe, so this is my chance!

Note: as of the newest installment "In the Dunes" , Cedric Hightower is three-years old. In these headcanons, the Greens kids are still teens, since I'm going based off of the age-group in the last part of the series.

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Otto often remembers his time with his eldest son, Gwayne, whenever he holds or spends time with Cedric. Cedric certainly has more Hightower than Tyrell with his dark ginger curls and brown eyes, but he had your temperament. Or so Otto believes whenever he giggles or smiles. It still amazes him that he's doing the parenting thing all over again at his age, something he did not plan on until he married you. When people reach a certain age, they don't feel like going through the troubles of child caring again, but with you at his side, he feels just as confident than he once did.

He does spend time with his son in the family apartment, watching over him fondly and cuddling him whenever you're occupied or tired. He buys him small toys that are usually fit for toddlers: small wooden blocks, wooden knights and horses (especially horses), and even a wooden play sword that Cedric likes to swing around aimlessly.

He's a father of two already. He has experience with babies, even if they do have mothers and wet nurses to care for them. When Cedric cries, he can usually guess what the problem is: hungry, changing, or sleepy. Having a sister significantly younger than you and nephews and nieces, you've learned the basics of raising infants, but Otto knows the ins and outs.

You sometimes find him comforting a weeping Cedric in his solar. He'll have the boy cuddled to his chest, soothing him with back rubs while writing to Lord Whoever about Very Important Thing. He only hands him off to you when Cedric has fully calmed down, then goes back to work.

If this boy ever gets sick, Otto gets hourly reports about his illness when he is not around. When he is there, he does what he can to relieve any discomfort his baby boy might be having.

He isn't a man to be annoyed by a crying infant or have very little patience when they do not stop. It does rob him of sleep when Cedric wakes in the middle of night, but he never shows he's upset or angry. He simply lets you handle it, watching you sing him back to sleep in between you, since he refuses to sleep anywhere else after a nightmare.

We know little Ced loves horses. The calf you'd chosen when Cedric was an infant is now a grown pony, and Otto often takes him out riding whenever there is a hunting party or a trip into the forest. He loves seeing Cedric ride because it's the first thing a proper nobleman learns to do as he is growing up.

Since he's only 3-years-old, Cedric cannot hold a proper sword or learn any other martial skills, so Otto focuses on the academic side. He reads to Cedric, usually about history or The Faith or House Hightower. He used a book from Alicent's childhood to show him shapes and colors, teaching him how to say them properly. He showed Cedric pictures of animals or maps of different places, pointing out things and teaching him how to say the words. His son will be educated as well as strong.

Now, just because Cedric is a Hightower, does not mean he's isolated from the rest of his family. Alicent dotes on her younger brother, and showers him with sisterly love at all times; you and Cedric spend a lot of him in her rooms with Helaena and Aemond. Helaena herself sewed a dragonfly pillow for Cedric, and it immediately became his favorite pillow; she likes to give him her one of her many fidget toys to keep him occupied for short periods of time. Aegon doesn't dote or coddle his "baby uncle" like everyone else, but he may have once let Cedric drink from his wine cup when nobody was looking. Aemond sometimes reads to him as well, stoking Cedric's interest in dragons, and tried teaching him chess once. Daeron has met Cedric on a handful of occasions, and loves to play games with him, and showing him books about knights and legends.

And for the sake of utter cute, fluffy visuals: a clingy Cedric may have waddled behind his father into the small council chamber one day when you weren't paying attention to him. Since Alicent heads most of the meetings in her husband's place, she has no problem with Cedric remaining there until the end on the less important days. Otto likes to think one day Cedric himself might sit in Otto's seat, or on any of the council positions.

Cedric is a baby boy who is utterly surrounded by love from people who think themselves incapable of it for a time. All the things that happened to them, they will not let happen to Cedric, the purest and sweetest of them all.

A/N: feel free to send in more cute things because otherwise I'll start rambling about them in blank posts lmao

#otto hightower #otto x reader #otto x you #otto x yn #house of the dragon #hotd drabbles #hotd fanfic #hotd imagines #hotd fanfiction

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trickarrows-bishop · 4 months

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mmmm when ava comes back and like, they get rid of the reya influence or whatever mind-fuckery's happening, ava notices that bea never wears short sleeves anymore. ava doesn't question it. it's just a Bea Thing, she guesses, something she forgot with all the mindfucking going on

until she realizes it isn't a Bea Thing at all; they're resting in bed together, ava as the big spoon, when her sleeve slips down and ava feels ruined skin beneath her hands. it tingles underneath her fingertips. bea immediately draws away, and she can hear her moving the sleeves and shifting further into ava, but she sits up, not wanting to ignore this (and her heart is beating faster than it has in a while... surely, it hasn't... bea hasn't... done anything to herself, right? please, god, please no.)

"hey, what was that?"

"nothing."

it does nothing to ease ava's anxiety around what they might just be. "i'm serious, what were they?"

"they're nothing." bea doesn't sit up, avoiding her eyes. "i'm tired, can we-"

but ava moves her until she gets her hand on her sleeve and pulls it down.

burns litter her arms.

"...what...?" ava breathes. she feels a morbid sense of relief that these don't look self-made. beatrice gives up the act and sits up properly, leaning against the headboard. "what are...?" she traces them lightly, and she feels that small tingle again. she looks at bea, seriously concerned. "what are they?"

beatrice ducks her head and ava can see her cheeks colour. "the portal flickered open every now and again sometimes. jillian didn't like it but she'd prepare me for it because she knew she couldn't stop me even if she tried."

"bea."

beatrice finally looks her in the eyes, and there's a defiant look to them. "i went in a few times to try and look for you." she casts her gaze down, and shakes down her other sleeve to reveal an identical set of marks. "it never let me, as you can tell."

oh my GODDDDD BEAAAA

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sakuratomonogatari · 4 months

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Most Random Pet Peeve for the Mao Manga

who took away Mao’s original eyes?

I LOVE eyes in art, they say soo much about a character. When Mao initially came out I was captivated by Mao’s face, but especially his eyes. They are angular and sometimes he has lashes (which need to be brought back). It showed his character was serious, calm, and cool. It made him stand out and he looked very intriguing, and just generally kinda slay.

Then his eyes eventually started becoming rounded around the 4th volume. I wondered if the eye change was supposed to go with his character arc of him becoming softer, more open— BUT NO!! I stumbled across Takahashi’s sketches and WHAT DO I FIND?? SHE STILL DRAWS THEM THAT WAY.

His eyes are still mainly angular and angle upwards in the sketches, as opposed to the downward angle, or just total roundness, of the final works. It bothers me how often times his eyes are rounded, but then also can be angled upwards properly. It feels inconsistent and I think there’s more to it that makes it feel wrong, like his face shape but idk. This can also be said about Nanoka from the start to now, her eye’s have changed but much less drastic than him.

Anyway, I just wish the people bringing her sketches to life were more true to his original character design/her sketches. In some of the sketches he looks much angrier, his eyebrows look more aggressive and his eyes much smaller yet it didn't come across that way in the final. I wonder how much is Takahashi now and how much is assistant’s helping, cause I have noticed sometimes his eyes return to angular, I even spotted a hint of lashes recently. Or it’s all her drawing — in which case whyyy nouu please change it back <3

(L-R: ch 203 vs 213)

So in the end all I'm asking is; if Mao does get an anime I am begging on my hands and knees that they keep his character design from the beginning or they start to bring it back in the manga cause I’d be so happy T . T

#mao manga #rumiko takahashi #character design #bring back Maos lashes 2024 #bring back his eyes 2024 #mao #onmyoji mao #MAO #my post #rambles #anyone else notice this change?#it ain’t that serious but I’m hoping this helps manifest the return of his original eyes lol #also his bangs changed that also probably threw me off

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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May I please request for a platonic Ricky Goldsworth x reader, he's teaching them how to crime properly but they're just the nicest and sweetest person ever?

-Spoiled Anon

Hey! Havnt seen you in a while! And thanks for the request. Hope you like it :)

"I know how to hold a gun, Ricky."

It was about the fifth time you had said that in the past hour. And your accomplice still wouldn't stop hovering.

The name Ricky Goldsworth was well known in this town. To most he was a never relenting cloud of doom that spelled misery for everything that they could ever care about. A low life, murdering, son of a bitch to others: namely C.C Tinsley, head of local law enforcement. But to you? He was just the guy that you happened to have met while carrying in your groceries last winter.

Maybe in hindsight, becoming friends with the most wanted man this side of the state border wasn't what your mama had in mind when she told you to go out there and meet new people, but you had always had a way of exceeding expectations. Maybe not the intended way but still.

"Really? I find it hard to believe you know how to aim and shoot a .22 caliber, considering you volunteer at the soup kitchen in your spare time. Pretty sure I saw you save an elderly woman from traffic the other day too." Rickys tone was a light one, but you could still feel the resistance in it. He liked to claim he was a stone wall when it came to emotions. A lot of people did. But he always had trouble hiding them from you. And right now, he was clearly nervous. Whether that be at the prospect of you accidently shooting yourself or him, you didn't know. Probably both.

"Must have been some other dashing do-gooder, I'm sure." You shrugged playfully, noting the way Ricky restrained himself from grabbing the gun in your hands to reposition it when you made the slight movement. If he had, you couldn't guarantee you wouldn't have slapped his hand away.

"Hardy har. You must be real fun at parties."

"You know it Goldy." Lips curving upward into a smile, your grip on the gun in your hands loosened as you put it back onto safety mode. "But a more serious question for a moment. Do you really think I'm going to start committing crime with you? I might steal the occasional apple but grand theft auto and larceny is where I draw the line bud."

"It was worth a shot asking. Besides. Now I know you know how to use a gun. That puts some of my worries to rest at least." The ravenette responded with a sideways smile. You tossed his gun back to him, ignoring the way he glared at you for nearly dropping his prized beauty in the dirt below. Pros of conversing in an alleyway about crime is that no one will look twice. Cons? You might get your mass murdering friends gun dirty.

"Sometimes you stress me out, Ricky. While I appreciate the offer, I'll have to decline. I'm pretty busy anyways. Don't know how I'd schedule you in in between tax season and saving puppies from oncoming traffic."

"Asshole."

"Call me that again and I will turn you into Tinsley myself."

"Did I say asshole? I meant oh thank you wonderful (Y/n) for gracing me with your presence."

"Yeah yeah, love you too smart ass."

#ricky goldsworth x you #ricky goldsworth x y/n #ricky goldsworth #ricky goldsworth x reader #cc tinsley #ryan bergara #ryan bergara x reader #ryan bergara x y/n #ryan bergara x you #x reader #request #drabble #fluff

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Drabblecember Day 15 - Being Sick

Prompt List - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Gentaro Yumeno, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Genann (Gentaro/Ann)

Words: 600

One cough. Two coughs. Three coughs. Four coughs. Five coughs. And so on and so forth. Honestly it was not the most pleasant sounds to anyone’s ears and Gentaro surely did not take any pleasure in it either. Having it constantly in his ears got tiresome really fast, almost annoying. He couldn’t work in peace. But that was just one of several reasons. The other was that this was rather worrisome. Who would be this insane to run around in the cold with a cough like this to begin with? A university student, that’s who. All to not miss classes.

He looked up from his piece of paper, the one he had been writing on for a while now, or was trying to. Right across the table was Ann, them eyeing their laptop, or trying to. Because they had just been sitting there, swaying to the side while being feverish red. Their hands typed sometimes, very slowly and one word per minute… If that. It was all too visible that they were not feeling all too well. But when asked they would always say: “I’m fine… All good…” but shortly after a sneeze or cough came out of their mouth.

The sight was literally unbearable and had him nearly lose his calm composure. Without them noticing he decided to pack up his belongings, which was the paper and the pencil, before getting up to walk to the other side of the table, where Ann was, still dazed from their sickness it seemed. He didn’t even care at this point, he just couldn’t look at it anymore. “Thou shall not run around like this.” It escaped from his mouth, the strain audible despite him trying to mask it before suddenly picking them up from their chair without them noticing at first.

In fact, it took them seconds to register that they had been picked up from one moment to the next, being carried like a bride. “Eh!? Yumeno–Sensei, what—” They tried to protest yet he eyed them with an unusually sharp gaze, silencing them. It allowed him to speak up at least. “Thou can barely concentrate in this state. I have no choice but to carry thee home.” He explained, their eyes going wide. “Eh!? N… No need, I am—” “Please, do not try to fool me.” He interrupted, sighing. Even he knew how unusually serious he was sounding right now.

There was no room to protest, he wouldn’t let them in fact. They were more than aware by then, staying all silent and even looking around for some time. Perhaps they could draw the conclusion that there was no use and it was time to admit defeat. Or they just were in a state too hazy to think properly. “F… Fine…” They mumbled, just barely loud enough for his ears to catch that. “C… Can I just… Pack my things first? I’d rather not leave any of it here.” “Fair enough. But after that, it is straight home.” They nodded. Gentaro had no idea what overcame him in this moment all of a sudden and yet he had not been questioning it at the time. It was sudden, somewhat overwhelming perhaps, at least for them. And yet the two had not talked about it ever since it had occurred. Maybe it was for the better. And even if Ann had brought it up again, if they had ever asked him for his reason, he would have told them the following: “I see thee as one of my friends.” Friends… Yeah, right. ‘Just a friend’. That would have been a lie.

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