#the art of losing isn't hard to master

[woundgallery]

Jack Gilbert

#jack gilbert #the art of losing isn't hard to master #michiko #elegy #love poems #loss #text #poetry

[asparkofhopeiswhatimafter]

homeward bound by marta keen most end of september song ever perhaps!!!

#when the summer's ceased its gleaming and adventure's lost its meaning I'll be homeward bound in time! #let me go and I'll return and we'll both be different but better for it! #something something the art of losing isn't hard to master

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

when I have the time I will do a screenshot edit of arcane with one art by Elizabeth Bishop and then you'll all be sorry

#the art of losing isn't hard to master so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster! #I lost two cities lovely ones and vaster #I miss them but it wasn't a disaster #even losing you the joking voice the laughter that I love I shan't have lied it's evident the art of losing isn't hard to master though it #may look like #WRITE IT #like disaster

[beloved-blaiddyd]

A Tasteless Cup [Yandere!Joker/Reader]

Prompt: After the destruction of your previous reality, you and Akira Kurusu landed in Teyvat. In an effort to stay afloat, Akira had set up a book café in Mondstadt alongside you. However, is this the true flavor of "Freedom"? [Dedicated to: Riley H. Goodheart, for the Alone Together event]

CW: yandere themes, dubious food, manipulation/controlling behavior, toxic relationship dynamic. P.S: Akira is aged up [20s] in this fic, happens after Persona 5.

To Akira, those he lets into his heart will become an intrinsic part of him. They are more than a trick of a card, more than a mask to mimic and steal for his own, more than a numbers game. Every bit of them is his soul. His relationships are the culmination of his being and, eventually, his raison d'etre. 

And Akira Kurusu had a hard time coping with losing these links. 

To others, relationships are no different from chains. The surrounding people are less a home and more like bars to a cage— a prison. And despite being somewhat of a Mr/Ms. Congeniality, you aren't as affected by the fact that neither of you can return to your respective world.

You are both empty. You have been handed a clean slate, an empty card, and an empty vision.

You are both "fools" again.      

"Bit too early in the morning to start a serious discussion…" Akira tiredly muttered, removing his glasses before rubbing his eyes.

But as long as the sun rises once more, does a rebirth truly matter?

Anyone would be remiss to disregard the sheer jadedness in his eyes and the slight breathlessness of his speech. Akira poured himself a cup. Normally served to others rather than his indulgence, you quietly noticed that his cup lacked sugar. The cafe owner drank and embraced its bitterness, unflinching. 

It's been three months since you both arrived in the world of Teyvat. Getting by as an Outlander proved difficult, and thankfully, Akira is kind towards you and a jack-of-all-trades. One might say he has "maxed out his stats." Charismatic, skilled, and bold, he has the makings for an entrepreneur with a pyro vision to boot. Unsurprisingly, he had become one of old Mond's eligible bachelors in a short time frame. 

So, by just the third week, he managed to persuade Master Ragnvindr with a solid pitch. The cafe you both sit in is a testament to your shared hard work. With his brew proficiency and your hobby of accumulating knowledge through books and art pieces, the cozy place had become a second home for individuals such as the local librarian and the Guild's investigator. 

But you'll always remember his words the night before he was invited into Duke Ragnvindr's study room.

"Akira, are you sure about this?" You muttered, tugging his sleeve. "Once you finalize it, you can't just..."

"Hmm? Why are you hesitating?" He tilted his chin up slightly, confused. "It's a good way to keep our finances afloat, right? Don't you want to keep collecting books and art supplies? I thought you said you wanted to have a small library someday."

"But, for you to work this much for it-"

"You matter to me. You are the only thing left binding me down here in Teyvat." He casually shot you down, but his light tone could not erase the heaviness of his words. "Besides..."

"Don't you like it when I make a hot cup and fresh pastries just for you?" 

That dream materialized into something called Cafe LeBlanc. Though he claims the name wasn't his but a charming, cranky old man's— you doubt anyone else can come up with that. But he sounded genuine enough. His unexplainable "silent" face can sometimes make him a hard read.

… This isn't one of those times. You know what's troubling him quite well. 

"Yeah…" you muttered. "Can't we save this conversation for the end of the day instead?"

Akira laughed. 

"Smart," he hummed humorlessly. 

"You know I get too tired to do anything at night except washing dishes and doing crosswords. It's not happening. We'll have this talk now."

Fair enough. Avoiding one's problems is a mindset you never advocated. You'd be a terrible hypocrite if you start now. "Alright, I'll hear you out."

You shifted from your seat, dragging it closer to the counter. Akira downed his cup on the other side, revealing no liquid gold in its bottom. His eyes were wide awake thanks to the caffeine, yet you couldn't even glance upward. 

"(Y/n), do you remember how I got this pyro vision?"

You blinked, unsure how he'd make the fact relevant. Still, you nodded.

A long time ago, you liked how open Akira was about himself. You can tell he had immense trust issues he had worked on fixing. Akira is a good man. Being wrongfully expelled and imprisoned at a young age must've done damages you can't quite comprehend fully. Sometimes, you wish you had the courage to be just as vulnerable, too.

He traced the outline of a pyro symbol on the table with his slender finger collecting not a single dust nor stain. Despite the warmth his vision may hold, it did not detract from the cold atmosphere you both had to face. With the angle you were viewing him, you can't help but notice his eyelashes. They're prettier than yours, you thought. If only his glare wasn't so pointed.

"When I arrived in this world, I was alone and confused. But you? You weren't. I saw your face— the face of someone who had nothing to lose to begin with."

Akira's gaze softened. He was right. You adapted to this new world so suspiciously well. 

"I couldn't tell whether you saw our situation as a positive or whether you thought this whole transfer to another reality was a cruel joke. But I had a feeling you were as horrified as I was. That you couldn't bear the thought of living alone. I think that you also had friends you cared for, but now, you will never be able to hear their voices again."

He breathed in shakily, his eyes heavy. Akira may seem like a silent person, no different from Duke Ragnvindr, but the time you spent together backs up what your instincts are testifying right this second.

There's one true thought in his mind.

After all his efforts.

After all that he has gone through so that you'll stay by his side.

What was it all for?

"So, when a Lawachurl wounded you in Windrise, I stepped in. I can't help but project myself onto you. I thought about how you must also have friends waiting– family waiting– whether it's a cat or a sister— I knew I just had to. I had to risk everything, even if you were just a stranger to me then." He clenched his fists. "And you were worth it. You were absolutely worth every risk. You were worth everything. I knew I had to survive, if not for myself, but to help you."

"Even without some sort of— card– or whatever— to indicate it, I knew our relationship was progressing. That our understanding of each other has reached such high ranks. I know we had become each other's most trusted confidant, so why? Listen, I value freedom too, but—"

He slammed his cup down— you jolted as you heard it chip slightly. It wasn't his intent to scare. Akira would never wish to frighten you. But he can't stop his emotions and movements from being brash and pointed. 

"... Why did you want to quit working with me?"

There it goes.

"Is it because I haven't spent much time with you lately? You know I've been busy with trying to invest in a better flat—"

The pace of his breathing was starting to quicken.

"Kurusu, it's not that…" You need to rationalize this with him. Fast.

"I-Is it because work has been too much? I told you we could hire someone if you feel too faint for the job. I care about your health— hell— maybe even more than you do—"

"Akira, listen to me—"

His futile attempt to maintain control was like an age-weakened thread. The fibers of his composure whittled away string by string, itching to snap entirely. Akira's jaw clenched. 

The manacle may not be anchoring his feet down as it did in the Velvet Room, but there's no denying that doubt is tugging and clawing at his neck. He knew that if he should continue, only strained words would come from his coffee-bitter lips. 

He rubbed his head against his shoulder. He had to have been wiping a tear away, trying to make it unnoticeable but failing.

"But why are you LEAVING m—"

"Behold, for this fine hour, you are not only graced with the presence of soft rays— you are also blessed by myself: Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

"Mein Fräulein meant to say good morning to you both, Arsene and Sholmes."

... Akira chuckled a short and strained sound that could easily be missed by a weak ear.

As though a switch had been flipped, Akira's contorted expression turned back to his customer service smile. You trembled slightly. Perhaps it's a skill he mastered during his part-time worker years in high school, but he seemed a little too good at hiding such overwhelming frustrations— almost shape-shifting.

It's… 

Eerie.

He's smiling. It's his usual smile he has that has a calm allure and a hint of cockiness.

As if nothing happened five seconds ago.

"Ah, greetings, Your Highness!"

The guests were none other than some of the regulars, Amy and her bird familiar. This blonde, eye-patched girl is the only person in Little Mond who consistently makes Akira act dramatic. 

He bowed, not missing a beat of young Amy's theatrics. After spending so many years chatting with Yusuke, he's gotten used to bouncing back conversations of this nature. Akira enjoys the young investigator's company. He saw tiny bits of his friend in her.

"What shall we, humble servants, offer you this dawn? Will it be your usual order, or does our dear royal have something else in mind entirely? We will do our best to provide you with maximum entertainment! After all, this is your castle, Mein Fräulein."

You stiffened.

We.

He's not letting you go just yet. You caught a glimpse of his dark pupils, slightly moving to meet yours. Imploring you without words to act out of his best interest.

Akira Kurusu has always been a witty man, but there is no way there's no anger beneath that mask.

"Are you alright, Sholmes?" Oz asked.

For whatever reason, Akira persuaded Amy to call you both Arsene Lupin and Herlock Sholmes. The former was likely a nod to his first persona's name. His explanation for the latter was something along the lines of "you strike me as the type who always wants to search for your truth."

You blinked.

Right. You're his version of Sherlock Holmes.

Ha.

Even here, he gets to dictate everything about you.

"... Yes, Your Highness, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you said. The blonde girl smiled and tilted her head up pompously. 

"What other brew could I possibly order but the darkest taste that leaves any normal mortal to shrivel in imagination?" Amy shrugged, her eyebrow raised as though everyone knew what she babbled on with commendable sass. Her aviator companion thankfully cleared the air— albeit a little too blunt.

"Mein Fräulein desires a cinnamon ginger affogato with more sugar than last time, please. Two spoons for the poor Mein Fräulein."

"O-Oz!?!"

It's easily one of the least bitter cups on the menu. It consists of vanilla gelato, a tablespoon of espresso powder, cinnamon sticks, hazelnut liqueur, and bits of dried sunsettia. I can't say what would make anyone fear such a thing except for those with complications. Someone else shared the same sentiment.

You and Akira laughed in unison.

Your eyes widened in astonishment. That was in sync. You immediately looked away as Akira busied himself with Amy's order. It was awkward knowing that even with your efforts to cut things off, there was still some vague commonality between you two.

"... Say, your Highness?" Akira smiled softly. "Would it be alright for me to probe some of your most revered royal musings?"

...

...

... What is his play this time?

"You have my ears, dear subject."

"Suppose there is a princess who is facing an uphill battle. Furthermore, her valiant knight aspires to rescue her. However, the princess, for unknown reasons, declines his assistance. Is that..." He shut his eyes, laughing that strained chuckle once more. "... equittable?"

"Oh, most grievous indeed! A knight, who is obligated by the code of chivalry, shall always respond to the plea of his princess when she is in peril. His solemn obligation is to protect her honor and safeguard her from any danger!"

Akira looked at you.

His eyes were cold.

"But what if the princess doesn't want to be saved? What if she believes she can handle the situation herself, or maybe she thinks having assistance would make her weak?"

"Ah, but thou dost speak in riddles!" Amy scoffed, unamused. "A princess may exhibit abundant power and courage, yet it is the responsibility of her faithful knight to guarantee her safety, especially when she questions her own necessity. For what good is a knight's valor if not to serve and protect his liege?"

"Would you say her actions essentially strip him of his purpose?"

"Why, of course!" Amy replied with full conviction. "One would not require Oz if he lacks such a necessary trait! It is the basis of our trust– our relationship! A true knight's honor lies not in the glory of battle, but in his unwavering commitment to his princess, even in the face of her refusal."

You sucked in a deep breath.

Akira, you—!

"Speak frankly. Do these inquiries pertain to me?" Amy glared at him. Akira shook his head immediately, umping up his flamboyant voice inflections.

No.

It's about you.

It's always about you when it comes to him.

"Of course not!" Akira feigned worry. "It was for a novel I'm writing— to honor one's love."

… To honor one's "love".

Love? You froze. He calls this relationship love? It hadn't been that for the past few months! Love is meant to be like coming home to a comforting home— not a cold palace with your unfeeling statue at the heart of it all.  

You were hoping that your life would be dictated by what you want it to mean this time around. You hope to create your own purpose, your own identity. You hope to reject his titles—being his partner and his "Sholmes." 

But mostly, you sincerely hoped his words were untrue and did not allude to something as sinister and self-destructive as his love.

Besides, you already have a lover waiting for you to leave this mess behind.

You and he already have everything planned out. A rented flat, food, work— everything is set. The only box to tick off was leaving itself, and then you'll be in your lover's arms.

But you swore.

You swore you just saw him smirk.

"(Y/n), could you please lend me a hand? Can you pass the cinnamon sticks from the cupboard?"

Starting your day by serving Amy leads to serving a hundred more. You can't just stand up and leave whenever someone asks for your service. It's impossible to make the shortest comment about how you no longer work for LeBlanc, even more so when people beg for book recommendations. Being friendly is part of who you are. It can't be helped.

What made matters worse was that people were ordering seconds. Apparently, Akira must've adjusted all the recipes on the menu because whatever was added to those cups made it all the more divine. You knew his skills were perfection, but to think he could even exceed that...

In the end, despite multiple delays, Akira still got you right where he wanted you.

"Thank you. Please come again!" He escorted the final customer outside and flipped the closing sign himself.

Now, it was just the two of you left.

"... You must be tired." You offered, hoping he wouldn't catch on. "It's been a long day, why don't you take a rest—"

"Nice try." 

Well, it was worth a shot.

You stiffly waited for him to say something. Anything. But instead, he took a kettle off the icebox and heated the stove with his vision. 

"Back to my story, do you remember where we left off?"

The wisest thing to have down was biting your tongue or pretending not to know what he was talking about. Unfortunately, your answer was immediate.

"Something about how you got your vision?"

"Ah, yes, that." Akira laughed. "Say, I told you about how I used to be the leader of the Phantom Thieves when I was in High School, right?"

While waiting, Akira tapped his fingers against the table but stopped when he realized you were becoming distracted. Snapping out of it, you cleared your throat.

"You were stealing hearts in the Metaverse, yes, I recall..." You mumbled. Due to the sudden need to speak, you ended up unwittingly playing by his script again. "You manifested a Persona and used that to reform the heart of rotten adults."

You flinched slightly when his tea was starting to release thin smokes. It smelled too much like rust. Maybe he exhausted it too much today. The customers you had were double the amount. You had to commend his willpower for still managing exceed his usual sleep schedule.

"Isn't the kettle burning?"

"Trust me, it's not," he answered nonchalantly. "I remember when I told my story to you, you were mostly understanding of our actions. You didn't judge us. Rather, you told me that humanity is selfish and destructive."

"But back to how I got my vision," he finally turned the stove off. "I genuinely thought my most distinct trait was my appreciation for Freedom."

"Yet you got a pyro vision." You joked lightly.

He didn't laugh. Instead, he nodded.

"Strange, isn't it?" Akira tilted his head to look at you for a bit, before back at the hot cup he was pouring. It's the same liquid he's been adding the entire day. This must be the last of those ten pints. "Here, try it."

You slowly took it. It's still a bit too warm, so you continued talking.

"I thought about it, too. If we go by theories, it will make more sense if Barbatos blessed me instead. But with you here..." Akira laughed. "Pyro is definitely my element. I'm seeing a pattern with vision-wielders like me. Based on what I've seen so far, pyro users are often the most passionate. And passion can put a leash on freedom when need be."

You took a sip.

He put an elbow on the table and propped his chin on his palm.

"How is it?"

"It's... tasteless?" You blinked. 

You thought he must've added something grand to the cups today. Was it all just one big placebo effect?

"Makes it no different than regular water, huh?"

"Well, yeah, I guess?"

"I've actually been disposing of this the entire day, that's why the coffees looked darker. Diluting the original sample is hard work but worth it. Enough as a substitute for normal water in case we run out. Who knew you could empty 10 pints so quickly in a day..." 

"You. In case you run out." You sighed, finally addressing it. "Akira, I'm no longer your partner."

"So is he."

You both paused.

He returned the kettle to the ice box before unmasking its contents.

"You were near-fatally wounded once before. You tasted it in your mouth when I defended you from that Lawachurl-

"You should know by now that blood isn't supposed to be tasteless."

Riley H. Goodheart can now message Akira Kurusu

#$ first follower event #$ brynn's manuscripts #yandere joker #yandere joker x reader #yandere akira kurusu #yandere ren amamiya #yandere akira kurusu x reader #yandere ren amamiya x reader #akira kurusu x reader #ren amamiya x reader #joker x reader #yandere persona #yandere persona 5 #yandere persona 5 x reader #why does he have so many names and aliases. #persona #persona 5

[howlingday]

Hello, I'm here to ask about my favourite RWBY au of yours, the Summon mentor au. Specifically, each characters personality change thanks to their mentor, like how different the character's personality from the Canon

Starting from the top...

Ruby Rose - Death

To be perfectly honest, I can't see Ruby being all too different from normal. However, she might be a different, more mature person in the future, considering her mentor is Death himself.

Weiss Schnee - Alucard

When you get to the basics, both Alucard and Weiss have a lot in common. Both of them are children of illustrious and well-known families, and both have a strained relationship, if any at all, with their tyrannical and downright evil fathers. So I think the training Weiss receives will be a mixture of fencing and swordplay sprinkled with a little bit of self-reassurance practices to remind her that she is not her father.

Blake Belladonna - Ezio Auditore da Firenze

I feel like thanks to a much more mature Ezio is teaching Blake, he knows how to bring out the best in her, especially since he's already got plenty of experience teaching students just like her before. As a result, I feel like Blake is going to be much more efficient with her stealth, as well as more versatile in her arsenal and tactics.

Yang Xiao Long - Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka

Considering Yang is already the most destructive member of Team RWBY, having the Ork warboss to end all warbosses as her mentor isn't going to do much to pull her back from her collateral damage. She just might start as many fights as she can just so she can get into the thrill of the fight. And if she loses, then that just means she didn't hit hard enough, right?

Jaune Arc - Po

Unless Po has seriously changed in the upcoming fourth movie, Jaune is pretty much going to be just like him. He's kinda put on a couple pounds (not as much as Po, of course), and has found a way to convert what he eats into fuel for his martial arts. He's also not going to be using his sword for a lot in this version, but he still has it.

Nora Valkyrie - Reinhardt Wilhelm

Looking at Reinhardt's previous student, Brigitte, I can imagine Nora shifting from heavy artillery to focus a little more on her defense. The hammer stays, though. And not only does it stay, it gets an upgrade. One that it's sure to knock Grimm socks off! ...if they wore socks.

Pyrrha Nikos - Kratos

Kratos was a leader of many a military company and has spent much time as a father-figure of sorts, both to his own kids as well as Pandora. These all add up to a mentor who teaches Pyrrha how to wield every weapon she can, but masters the most dangerous and most effective one; herself. So we have a Pyrrha is both sure of herself and acting as a jack-of-all-trades.

Lie Ren - Zaraki Kenpachi

Ren may not look like too different from his original iteration, but this boy has scars from how intense his training can get. In fact, his whole combat routine is simply "fight the biggest one". It sometimes scares Nora with how reckless he can get, especially when she's been the one to provide first aid on more than one occasion.

#rwby #summon mentor au #rwby au #my answer #my answers #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren

[otomefiend]

(To no one's surprise) Alfons is giving me the second lead feels in Elbert's main story. He's just so omnipresent and melancholic, and not usually his trollish self.

Just let me love you.

Chapter 11 has this beautiful scene, where Kate is searching for him. (no major spoilers, just wistful Al goodness)

Finally, in a nearby garden, my eyes were caught by the familiar raven black hair, now bathed in pale moonlight.

Kate: "... Alfons."

Sitting cross-legged at the tea table, he appeared to be drinking.

Alfons: "You shouldn't be wandering around so late at night..."

Alfons: "If it were someone else, I'd be tempted to show them a pleasant dream."

Alfons: "You don't seem like the type, oddly enough."

Kate: "...is this something to be happy about?"

Alfons: "To do something so audacious you'd have to be full of sadness and despair."

His words were accompanied by a captivating gaze.

(He's enigmatic as ever...)

Sylvetica flowers (*forget-me-nots TT) swayed at his feet.

Come to think of it, Alfons' family name was the same as the flower's.

Alfons: "Did something happen with El?"

His eyes the colour of the night sky narrowed meaningfully.

I hesitantly approached him and sat down next to him.

Kate: "...lord Elbert wants to possess me."

Alfons: "Ah....I see."

Alfons: "I knew it was only a matter of time, but I never thought it would be tonight."

Alfons: "It becomes even more doubtful whether you'll be able to complete your work as a fairytale writer."

Alfons: "Now I feel troubled."

Kate: "Well, you certainly don't look like it..."

Alfons: "No, no, quite to the contrary, I've always looked out for you, you know?"

His fingers in a black leather glove traced the outline of my chin.

Alfons: "The world is already filled with tragedies,"

Alfons: "It is foolish to try willingly enact one's own."

(All this time Alfons kept telling me not to get involved with Lord Elbert)

Most likely, he knew that this would be nothing more than stepping into misfortune.

He tugged at my chin with a gentle caress, his sweet scent tickling my nose, leaving me conflicted.

Alfons: ".... should I make El lose interest in you?"

~~~more spoilerish part follows~~~

Kate: "........"

Alfons: "If you remain in his sights, the possible consequences are confinement, imprisonment or, worst of all, death."

It was said more bluntly than I would have liked, and sent a shiver down my spine.

But being scared here was not going to solve anything.

Kate: "I'm already aware of it. Right now, I'm more interested in ...... I want to know what Lord Elbert's crime is."

Kate: "That's why ... I was looking for you."

Alfons: "I see... you want to plunge into darkness rather than choose the path that would save your life?"

Kate: "...I ---"

Kate: "Of course I don't want to be locked up or changed into a specimen. But..."

Kate: "More importantly, if that would happen..."

Kate: "Just imagining how deeply Lord Elbert would be hurt by this… how sad it'd make him... is terrifying."

Kate: "That's why ...... I want to know what makes him behave this way."

Alfons: "........"

It was hard to believe that Alfons, who had been with Lord Elbert since childhood, could not be aware of the circumstances.

Kate: "Why does he allow his butler and maids to do such things?"

Kate: "In his position, he should be able to dismiss them, order them to stop, or at least avoid them."

Alfons: "Indeed. After all, he is the master of the house."

Kate: "At the art dealer's party, I was protected by Lord Elbert's express defiance."

Kate: "All he has to do is defend himself in the same way..."

Kate: "The reason he can't do it... is because of his 'sin', isn't it?"

I could feel a light night breeze in the twilight,

A sweet, intoxicating floral scent wafted through the air and tickled my nose.

Alfons: "... even though it's pointless to face reality."

Alfons: "You're serious to a fault... you and El."

Muttering this, he removed his hand from my chin, then got up from his chair and walked away into darkness.

Kate: "Where are you going....?"

Alfons: "Follow me, please."

Kate: "Huh?"

Alfons: "You want to know it, yes? His 'sin'."

~~~

#ikemen villains #ikevil #alfons sylvatica #ikevil alfons

[firedragon1321]

How to Spot an AI-Generated Tai in the Wild!

Because I am insanely obsessed with the blorbo and AI art is a hot-button topic right now, here's a silly thing. I'm sure most artists can tell the difference between real and AI art. But my autistic brain wants to pick apart Tai's character design a bit so here you go. This applies to all seasons, touching on basic traits Tai has between them. So I won't go too much into clothing here (people like to dress him up in different cool outfits anyway- keep doing that).

Note that this isn't true to all models, but works 90% of the time. AI art is advancing so quickly that this may be obsolete by tomorrow. Also, real art might "fail" these little tests simply due to lack of experience drawing the character. If you suspect someone is posting AI art, just block and move on. Report if you want, but you know how Tumblr feels about AI. Most importantly? Don't use this post to be a dick.

WARNING: This post uses AI-generative images found from around the Internet for demonstrative purposes. No credit is given because if the "creators" wanted credit, they should've learned how to actually draw. :)

SKIN TONE

Tai has this nice, tanned skin tone that the rest of the Adventure DigiDestined do not have. While he keeps it in 02 and tri, he loses his color in Kizuna. A real fanart piece is most likely to reflect this, or even add color to his paler designs.

Most AI models have a generic pasty white skin tone for anime characters. This applies to any anime character, not just Tai. I believe this model might have gobbled up his Kizuna skin tone. But I've seen fake Tais even paler than this.

There are some AI models that combat this. But the standard AI identification tricks apply. Here, the tongue is mushy, and the highlights on his goggles make no sense.

HAIR OF FLOOF FLOOF

Ah yes- my point of expertise. Tai's hair is a difficult thing to draw. I don't blame anyone for dropping the ball here. But AI does have some notable, repetitive failings.

A "legit" Tai tends to have fluff, rather than spikes. The bangs consist of one stripe over the forehead. The few spikes present designate messiness, but the general shape is actually curvy (look at the top right side of the head for the most wavy lines). The size of the floof ranges between adaptions and even storyboard artists.

AI-generators are convinced that all "anime hair" is spiky. Notice this AI Tai has more spikes and less curved lines.

Then, there's this one, which drops the ball on Tai and Matt so bad that both characters resemble Bakugou from My Hero Academia.

WHO'S THAT DIGIDESTINED?

Eye shape and color has some leeway depending on the artist's style. Adventure/02, tri., and Kizuna supply three different eye styles. However, there are still some dead giveaways.

Revisiting this AI-generated image, the eyes look...familiar. No?

How about now? The modern Pokemon anime style has been completely absorbed by AI models. Sometimes, Digimon and Pokemon will be confused for each other, resulting in similar eye shapes and other traits (look at the noses, too).

HUMAN TOUCH

There's some times you can look at an art and know with confidence it was human-made, such as-

MS Paint blobs/sketches on lined paper/anything showing layers/etc. They're too unrefined for an AI image creator to want to profit off of, so why would they make them?

Some fetish art. A lot of kinksters are using AI, which is why deviantArt made good ammunition for this post. But many have distinct art styles that AI has not copied yet.

Western-cartoony art with hard or thick lines. AI is allergic to these traits atm. Notice the softer, thinner outlines on all three fakes.

Clearly attempting to master Tai's unique traits, even if they don't translate well (e.g.- a dome vaguely shaped like his hair is more credible than a "perfect" hairdo with too many spikes).

FINAL NOTES

All of this could change tomorrow, at the rate at which AI advances. I'm fairly good at deducing AI art from human-made art. But a recent piece almost tricked me (interestingly, it was Davis- not Tai- who looked off). These things are constantly evolving. But in addition to the usual tricks, knowing your blorbos can help identify AI images so you can freely block (or, when applicable, report) the idiots who made them.

#tai kamiya #digimon #taichi yagami #taiposting #fuck ai art #all of this will change in three days #character design #ai art #ai art identification #might go into tai's hair more one day there's a lot i want to say about drawing it

[kichikichiko]

Heyyy loved your po headcannons, seeing as TaiLung is one of your fav could you please do dating TaiLung headcannons please? Hope you have a good day xx

You, always.

YES OF COURSE I CAN GRAHHHHHHHH.

TAI LUNG IS MY LOVE

I'm actually so happy I got this request

3 anons actually requested this so ill tag the other anons too when I reblog this hehehe

Synopsis: Dating Tai Lung headcanons!

Pairing: Tai lung x gn!reader (Animal of your choice)

Cw: Headcanon, fluff, mildly ooc Tai lung (BC HE'S A TEEN IN LOVE) pre kung fu panda 1, not proofread but I'll keep on editing this as I read LMAO

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Everyone knew of Tai Lung. He was the adopted son of Shifu and the soon to be Dragon Warrior

At least that is what Shifu keeps on saying. But no one doubted it, Tai Lung was absolutely amazing and strong.

Many girls fell for him, and of course you did as well. But the differences between you and them, was that you successfully got Tai Lung’s heart

Everyone knew that although Tai Lung was strong, he had the temper of an eruptive volcano. Which is why MOST of his admirers wouldn't dare to confess their love to him.

Tai Lung fell in love with your confidence. The next dragon warrior was not stupid. He knew that most of the villagers were scared of him, despite admiring him.

You basically strolled up to him one day when he was walking down the streets of the valley of peace, and thanked him for his hard work.

“Hi Tai Lung, my name is (name) and I just wanted to say that I admire you and thank you for protecting the valley of Peace from danger.” you smiled

“You’re.. Welcome.” He nodded, holding a bag of groceries. Tai was stunned someone had the confidence to even look his way when he was on the streets of the valley

You smiled and nodded a little “See you around! Soon-to-be Dragon warrior” winking at him playfully and walking away.

He finds himself smiling at the memory whenever he has time to himself. From that moment on, you started seeing each other more often and finally made it official.

Never in a million years would he think that he would find someone to love.

Afterall, his heart and mind was set to mastering the art of Kung Fu, and making his father proud

But you changed him for the better.

You and him were polar opposites, which was great. You both were compatible despite your differences.

He was hot tempered and prideful... and you patient and humble.

Shifu and Tai Lung would have arguments from time to time. It’s only natural after all! He was a teenager, in his rebellious stage.

Tai Lung would storm out of the Jade Palace to cool down.

Before you, He’d go to a hill and punch a sturdy tree to relieve his stress. Of course the trees stood no chance

Now that he has you, his partner, the hot headed leopard would come over to your place without saying a word.

He didn’t have to of course, because he knew that you would understand right away. Which is all he needed honestly. I don’t think that he would have the patience to explain the full situation.

Tai Lung would NEVER admit it to you though,because his pride won't let him. But he loves how gentle you are with him.

The way you spoke to him when he was having troubles

“Tai, I understand Shifu made you upset, but you have to understand where he’s coming from.”

The way you held his paw in your own

“I’m sure he means no harm. He just wants the best for you and so do I”

How you guide him to the right path “Please control your temper next time, I don’t want you to start losing yourself and go on the wrong path”

His shoulders become less tense whenever he sees how soft your gaze is when you look at him.

Those eyes are just full of patience, love, empathy and understanding. Qualities that he does not have (Except love)

Qualities he loves about you.

If youre having a hard time Tai Lung would sense it straight away.

You both know that he isn't the best with his words

He can be awkward and stiff, but for you? He’ll try his damn best.

He’ll buy your favourite food, and even stop by mister Ping’s noodle shop to get you something warm for your tummy.

The Leopard would visit your place and take you by the lake at night to watch the stars in the sky as you feel the breeze of the wind hit your (feather/fur/skin/scales)

“Thank you Tai… for this.” You smiled at him as you took a bite out of the food he brought for you.

Tai Lung would nod stiffly “No problem.”

Honestly he wasn’t happy that he wouldn't comfort you with sweet words like you would do for him when he was upset.

“You know. I used to come here often to take time for myself. The first time I came here was to find inner peace in myself, but I couldn't, which frustrated me even more…” Tai lung started, he took a glance at you to see if you were listening

“I then decided to stop my meditation and look up at the sky. And what I saw was the beautiful stars shining brightly up there. Only then, did I find my peace even if it was for one night. In fact,” he looked up at the sky as if he was signing to you to do the same “the stars up there are shining just as bright as when I saw it for the first time.”

Your eyes trailed up to the sky and immediately you saw what your boyfriend was talking about.

“Wow it’s beautiful” you whispered in awe as Tai Lung saw the stars twinkling in your eyes.

“Just like a certain someone I know..” he’d whisper back, admiring your features and admiring you.

He was so lucky to have you by his side and he knows it damn well

No other words were exchanged between the two of you.

You scooted closer to your boyfriend and leaned into his shoulder for warmth and comfort. Tai Lung didn’t push you away, instead he pulled you closer.

Whether or not Tai Lung knows it, you started to forget your worries right then and there. It seems like he knows how to comfort you after all.

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[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Chapter Four - Series

Summary: Since joining the team, Wanda Maximoff has captured all of your attention, even if she has no idea about this. In a six-part story, you'll do your best to give her everything she needs and maybe she never thought she deserved it. Along the way, you two might end up realizing you were in love with each other the whole time.

Warnings: (+18), Friends to lovers, smut in the last few chapters, slow burn, conversations about self-love and individual worth, mentions of anxiety, past trauma, avengers being a family, canon-fix, a lot of magic. Words: 4.875k

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Chapter Four - Wanda Maximoff needs a drink

"Stop that, you're distracting me."

You frown. "I'm just breathing."

"Do you have to be so loud?" Wanda retorts still with her eyes closed.

"Well, maybe, I will have pneumonia and I’m about to die and you will feel guilty for the rest of your life for fighting with me about it."

A ball of scarlet energy hits your back hard and by your meditation position and being caught off guard, you lose your balance completely and fall into the lake in front of you.

Some of the meditating masters around you look at you, but Wanda continues with her eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips as she takes a deep breath.

"Peace and quiet, detka. Peace and quiet." She asks again, and you walk off annoyed from inside the lake, leaving her alone in the garden area to search for dry clothes.

You have been at the Kamar Taj for a few weeks now, and Wanda's training means training for you as well. The Ancient One welcomed you with open arms, and everything Wanda learned, you did too. But while you were growing stronger, Wanda was growing more confused.

There was something about her power that didn't fit there, and it was only until that day that you were left not knowing what she was.

"Miss L/N, do you have a minute?" You raised your eyes to the bald woman, shrugging.

"Sure." She led you to a private area, not caring that you were making a trail of soaking steps.

"There's something I need to discuss with you, about your friend."

You grimace. "Don't you want to call Wanda? She's meditating outside."

"I already talked to her about it." The Ancient declares surprising you a bit. "You may have noticed some change in her behavior."

You sigh. Wanda has been particularly difficult the last few days, but you thought maybe she was stressed from the training. And honestly, you were the best at tormenting her, so you didn't think anything had happened.

"Is it something bad?" You worry. The Ancient One forces a smile, stopping walking.

"Here at Kamar Taj, we look after the education of the Masters of the Mystic Arts, Miss L/N." She begins. "But our masters are not the only ones capable of performing magic."

You scrunch your nose slightly. "Yeah, like witches and all that stuff, right? Isn't it all the same thing?"

"I'm afraid not." She says seriously. "A Sorcerer is someone who borrows energy from another dimension to perform spells. Witches are born with this innate ability and draw from their own life force the power needed to manipulate magic. The practice of witchcraft is seen as unnatural, and is forbidden."

You chuckle half-heartedly. "Come on, that's kind of hypocritical, don't you think?" You casually return, leaving her in shock. "In the end, everyone is doing magic. What difference does it make where the energy comes from or whatever?"

"That's a rather frivolous opinion on the matter, but I'm going to dismiss your position for the simple fact that you've only been here a few days." She retorts surprising you with her seriousness. The woman sighs softly. "Wanda is a witch."

You chuckle shortly. "Okay. So what?"

The elderly woman does not smile. "A natural witch, Miss L/N. Not a sorceress, like us from the Kamar Taj."

You grimace, rubbing at the back of your neck. "I don't think I understand, is this a problem by any chance?"

The woman sighs impatiently. "Did you hear any of what I just said? Witchcraft is a forbidden practice in the Kamar Taj, there is nothing we can teach here-"

You cut her off with an indignant laugh. "For heaven's sake, what's that now?" You inquire. "It was you who went after her in New York! And now what you want? That she should stop studying because she does a different magic than you? What the fuck is this?"

The Elder hesitates, taking a deep breath. "Miss L/N, I'm not kicking anyone out." She tries more softly. "Wanda is a witch, nothing we learn here is any good for her. I had a vision, of a powerful creature and her name came up. Because she is a magical being, I imagined that her abilities came entirely from the Mind Stone, but that is not the case. She is a natural witch who has had her powers amplified, she does not belong here."

You roll your eyes, turning your back on her. "Great! You guys are full of shit."

The Elder slams the door before you can leave the room, and you stare at her indignantly. "Push the anger away, and listen to me carefully." You swallowed dryly but stared at her. "Wanda emanates a powerful magical signature. More powerful than anything I have ever faced, and I am centuries old, Miss L/N. She needs to learn to channel that power, or that power will overwhelm her."

You think you've stopped breathing. "I-I don't...she'll be fine. She's learning, right?"

The Elder softens her expression, holding your wrist. "Not here. You've taught her everything you can, and she's better, but it's still not enough." She says, staring at you. "Wanda's power is not pure, Miss L/N. Witches are descendants of Hecate, the goddess of the Earth but Wanda has another blessing. Something darker, more potent. She needs help, and I can't help her here."

You pull your hand back. "That's not very comforting, ma'am."

The woman offers you a sad smile. "Some time ago, teachings were stolen from us. A dark book by a dark witch. Only other witches can help Wanda, Miss L/N."

"Didn't you just say that witchcraft was forbidden?"

The Elder crosses her hands in front of her body, smiling softly. "It would be hypocritical of me to persecute other practitioners of magic just because they don't follow my customs, don't you think?"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "When do we have to leave?"

"I meant what I said before, I wasn't kicking anyone out." She says. "When I told Wanda, she was reluctant. Our teachings are similar to witchcraft in some ways, and so they bring her comfort. But she won't be able to fool herself for much longer, Y/N. A Sorcerer could train for centuries and still not be able to produce a third of the power of a witch. Wanda needs to know her own nature."

You sigh, looking away, through the living room window to the gardens where she practices, seeming at peace.

"Where do I find witches?"

The old woman smiles, "They are everywhere." She jokes, before moving to write on a piece of paper an address of where to start.

She hands it to you but keeps holding it. "What else should I know, Uncle fester?"

The woman chuckles, playfully slapping you on the shoulder before completing, "With great strength, great affliction can fill one's heart. Many witches lose themselves to their power, grow unsatisfied with their limits, and lose their essence to sacrifices. Wanda will need someone to be there for her, reminding her of what really matters."

You swallow dryly, nodding in agreement. The door opens behind you, but before you leave, you turn to the Elder again. "Wong kind of invited me to Karaoke night, is it okay if we stay until Friday?"

The bald woman laughs, shoving the door in your face.

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The night in Nepal was beautiful and starry above you, the street crowded around you. Wanda carried a backpack with her - It was the only thing you had with you, as the other bags were sent to the Tower earlier.

It was the last night in Nepal, and you wanted to have some fun before returning home. 

"Wong said it was this way." She muttered, pointing in the direction of the right-hand corner. Everything was busy, bars, restaurants, and food carts full. You threw an arm over her shoulders suddenly, a cell phone in hand.

"Say Namastē!" That's your warning before you take a picture of Wanda laughing and hiding her face in your collarbone. She sees you send the selfie to the group with all the avengers, which makes her smile. But when you forward the photo to another number, her curiosity wins out.

"To whom...?"

"Yelena, of course." You clarify before she even finishes. You are so excited to talk about your pretty friend. "She got a safe line a while back. She hasn't gotten used to all this stuff yet, but she likes knowing I'm okay."

"Very sweet." Wanda wryly but you don't notice, distracted in sending the photo. The brunette looks around and exclaims, "How about we get drunk?"

You hesitate softly. "Hmm, I don't... I mean, I've never-"

She looks at you in surprise. "Wait, you've never had alcohol? Really? Not even for missions as a cover?"

You roll your eyes. "I have tasted alcohol, of course." You clarify. "But I don't get drunk, Wanda. Different resistance, remember? But have you?"

"Sure, a few times." Wanda retorts, arm entwined in yours to guide you to the bar. "I went out drinking with the Resistance guys almost every weekend, and Pietro would often get drunk on our birthdays. Not to mention that Sokovia was cold as hell. There was always something alcoholic around."

You smile at the information. You like to imagine Wanda like this, having a normal adolescence in Sokovia, even if it is far from the truth. It brings you some comfort that it wasn't all about war, and that she found happiness in those stolen moments.

She must know what she is doing now - and you suspect Wong is part of it - because the bar you are in has a private area behind it, and the bartender gives Wanda a gentle wave as she lets you two in.

And when you descend into this new area of the bar, the drinks on the shelves look like nothing you've ever seen, and that's when you see a sea monster drinking colorful beer out of a mug, your suspicions are confirmed.

"I don't think it's polite to stare, darling. No matter how fascinating it is." Wanda teases from your side, and you grimace softly.

"Next time you could give me a heads up. Hey, we're going to a magic bar. Be prepared." You retort and it's her turn to laugh, leading the way to one of the tables at the back.

As soon as you order your drinks, Wanda clarifies to your curiosity that Wong brought her to this bar as a welcome, wanting to impress her about the world she didn't know. It worked, and for you too.

"Do you think magic drinks will get me drunk?" You ask as the glasses are left on the table. Wanda grabs hers first, raising it to mouth height. The way she looks at you affects you more than any drink.

"I guess we'll find out." She challenges back, and you swallow dryly, thinking it best to turn your glass over before you say something stupid.

It turns out that magic drinks are not made for getting drunk - that's what regular alcohol is for after all.

Magical drinks have the most diverse functions, and Wanda shouldn't be surprised that you didn't read the menu before ordering the same thing she did.

"I feel funny." That was the first thing you said as soon as the liquid fell into your stomach. "There's something... different."

Wanda raises her eyebrow, wiping the remaining liquor from her lips with her tongue. You blink, almost able to taste it. She leans over to get a better look at your glass.

"Oh, honey, you ordered the same as me didn't you?" It's a rhetorical question, one you would have no way of answering now, too focused on how good Wanda smells. Very good. "Take a deep breath, don't panic. This is called Īgalabāṭō, something like eagle sense. I came to a magic bar to see if we could locate some witches. But I don't have super senses and you do. The drink is giving me the ability to read magical auras, but it's increasing yours to the full extent. Try to stay calm..."

"Shit, that's not good." You lower your head into your arms, feeling it spinning. You can smell everything, taste everything, and hear the sounds even of the forming in the street. Your head feels like it's going to explode.

"You need to focus on something, detka. The effect is temporary, but it will bother you as long as you're feeling it." She directs, and you gasp with your eyes closed. Wanda reaches out to stroke your wrist, and it is her heartbeat that you decide to pay attention to.

The whole thing doesn't last more than five minutes, but it seems like an eternity. That must be why the drinks are cheap - the effect is short, and people must consume intensely to maintain it.

"I'll never do this again." You mutter once you manage to open your eyes again.

Wanda lets out a soft chuckle. "It's okay, sweetheart. Just try to heed the warnings. Why don't you ask for something that will make you calmer?"

"Now I'm afraid to drink anything." You murmur. Wanda strokes your wrist and you almost miss being able to feel each touch as intently as before.

"Tell you what, go to the bar and ask the Bartender what she would recommend for a first-timer. And while you're doing that, I'll introduce myself to the witch sitting two tables from here."

It takes all your mental control not to look up right away, and then you sigh. "Are you sure you want to do this alone?"

Wanda smiles. "Wong told me that witches are suspicious by nature, but tend to be more tolerant of their own kind. Approaching an unknown witch with someone as strong as you might give the wrong impression."

"I'll go to the bar, then. Shout if you need help, but I doubt it." You offer her a wink, taking your half-full glass to the bar, and Wanda sighs before going the opposite way.

The bartender is a half-horsewoman and for a second you wonder if the effect of the potion was giving you hallucinations. Clearing your throat, you ask the question Wanda suggested and are pleased with the centaur woman's kindness in explaining to you about the drinks at the bar in detail.

"[...] I noticed you asked for the Eagle, which I would never recommend for an enhanced one." She comments, and you clear your throat awkwardly.

"How do you know...?" She gives a little laugh as she interrupts you, pointing to a picture hanging behind the bar. It's the Avengers, and you're in it. "Oh, right. I forgot I'm famous."

She giggles again, bending down to pick up a clear bottle. "Technically, since if you've had Eagle, you're no longer a first-timer, but I'm going to be nice to you. This one is called Satya hō, and it's for you to tell me exactly what you want."

"Oh, that sounds interesting." You murmur innocently, missing the glint of mischief in her gaze. Grabbing the small glass she poured, you take a deep breath. "Well, good luck to me." You say before turning a sip full.

It doesn't taste like anything, which is a little disappointing because the previous one was incredible - Probably because it stimulates all your taste buds at once. - But this one doesn't even taste like water. It was like drinking nothing.

"Fuck, I thought it would taste like coconut water." You declare with a laugh, and the girl smiles, taking the glass back.

"So honey, how are you feeling?"

You shrug. "Same as before, just a little upset that the drink didn't do me any good." You reply. "I wanted something that tasted nice. Sweet."

" All right, I've got some options for you." She murmurs, moving to grab other bottles. But your attention differs back to Wanda talking to a witch at the end table, and you sigh before turning your attention back to the bartender, who has held out some bottles for you.

"Sweet drinks are usually linked to emotions, cupcake. So we have Blue Ḍalphina, for sexual affective stimulation, this one here that's called Light Pink, to increase connection-"

"What the fuck, are they all love potions?" You cut in an impressed laugh. The bartender smiles, nodding softly.

"Technically, yes. Although love isn't really possible to put in a bottle."

You hum, looking at the jars as you mumble. "It's not like a love potion is going to do me any good." You retort. "They don't work on people who are already in love do they?"

The girl raises a curious eyebrow. "I've heard that they don't. But who's the lucky one?"

You blink away from the bottles, half confused. "What lucky one?"

She doesn't seem surprised by your confusion, licking her lips as she repeats, "You said you were in love. Is it for the pretty girl who came with you?"

You sigh, a silly smile filling your lips. "Oh, Wanda? Yes, she's pretty, isn't she? She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. Did you know that when she wakes up, her eyes are a darker shade of green than normal? And her voice is so husky and her accent is thicker..."

"Okay, Romeo, you need to tell her that not me." The bartender cuts you off with a laugh. You almost whimper in fear.

"No, I can't tell her that!" You retort. "She's my best friend, my most important person in the world. If I ruin everything, I'll never forgive myself. She's worth more than a stupid crush."

The girl sighs, shrugging. "I don't know, buddy. That doesn't sound like a stupid crush." She murmurs, and seeing your annoyance, pushes back one of the glasses gently. "How about a little courage?"

You swallow dryly, hesitating. "M-maybe not. I want to be ready for real, I don't want it to be just because of a spell."

"It's your call, sweetie." She assures meekly, and you sigh taking your eyes off the orange drink. 

"What about these others?"

While you were testing drinks, Wanda was having her patience tested.

"[...] Well, baby witch, I couldn't tell you about others, could I? We are not a very open community." Wanda knew that this woman had a magical signature - Weak, even with the drinking - but still existing. Now pulling out information really was Natasha's skill. Damn, she missed her training with the widow. If Nat were here, she could figure it all out in two seconds, she was sure.

"I don't want to seem nosy, of course." Wanda tries to get into the game with forced smiles. "I've come a long way, and I haven't made any friends of my... people. If you know what I mean. When I felt your magic, I figured you could help a sister."

The witch adjusted her hair behind her shoulder. "You felt my magic, huh? Very flirtatious of you." Wanda giggled nervously, feeling her face heat up. "You're awfully cute, but I'm sadly engaged. Perhaps you'll have some chance of seducing some nymphé at the end of the bar."

Wanda swallows dryly, not quite knowing what to say about it. Luckily, a tall, lanky man approaches them to speak to the witch.

"I'll be right out, Marie, my target left the bar five minutes before us. But thanks for the tip anyway." Says the man, and leans gently toward the woman. "And keep your coven girls under control, will you? I don't hear about any more trouble outside Salem. This is Sorceress territory."

He forces a polite smile at Wanda, who tries not to think too much about the shiny dagger at his waist or the scar on his eye.

Marie, who had not revealed her name until now, immediately notices that Wanda has listened to the entire conversation intently. She dismisses her friend, and when Wanda clears her throat, making mention of getting up, she holds her by the wrist. And this time, her magical signature screeches out.

"You must be a powerful little witch." Marie whispers, studying the younger girl's face, "To be able to sense my magic with a cheap potion. But you look so lost... What's the matter sweet child, nobody claimed you for a coven?"

Wanda stammered, surprised and uncomfortable with the way Marie seemed to be mocking her. She tensed when the witch brought her fingers to her cheek. "I-I don't know any coven." She confessed and had the impression that she had no choice but to do so. Marie's dark eyes suddenly so deep in her mind, overshadowing the entire bar.

"Oh, poor little thing." Murmured the woman. "Who was it that left you alone without instruction in this anti-witchcraft territory?"

"I-I..."

"Miss Laveau, I am sorry to interrupt." It was an employee of the bar, a security guard perhaps. And he had a phone in hand. Marie moved her hand away from Wanda's face - Who started breathing normally again - but continued to hold her wrist. "It's your girls again. Some trouble I fear. A fight with Werewolves. You'd better get there before the hunters."

Marie cursed in another language, before nodding in thanks to the security guard who left. She let go of Wanda, who hugged her own wrist, to grab her coat hanging from the chair. But before she left, she leaned over to speak.

"A Coven is the only family a witch can truly have, Wanda Maximoff." She declared, and the smaller witch raised wide-eyed at her. Marie held up her hand and turned Wanda's face toward the bar with a gentle nudge on her chin. "Your little pet won't last, dear. Everyone turns their back on witches eventually."

Wanda faces her with a soft snort. "Don't talk about her, you don't know nothing-"

"I don't need to know her." Marie cuts in seriously, lowering her hands to put them in her pockets. "Witches belong to their coven, or they die. There is no middle ground, Wanda. Walk alone and you won't last long."

Marie turns around, and Wanda takes a hesitant step toward her. "How do I find one?"

The witch looked at her over her shoulder. "They find you. And I find it odd, that a witch of age remained unclaimed. Where were you hiding all this time, sweet baby?" Marie leaves her with that question, walking away. Wanda tries to follow her figure with her gaze, but she has the impression that she is still bewitched because the woman practically disappears.

She decides to put her doubts away and come back to you in the bar, maybe sharing what she has discovered will help you to have some idea.

She didn't expect to find you in such a... needy state.

"Wanda! She's here, my best friend! Hi Wanda, I missed you!" You declare excitedly as soon as she arrives at your side, wasting no time in throwing her arms around your neck. Wanda almost loses her balance, laughing confusedly and exchanging a look with the bartender, who is discreetly taking other drinks out of your reach.

"Oh, what did you have?" she asks curiously, completely clueless by the way you are way too close.

You giggle against her collarbone, before turning away to answer. "So many things! Two pinks, a blue one, a green one, even the transparent one..."

Wanda looked at the bartender. "Is that safe?"

The centaur shrugged. "She's an avenger, I suppose it is." She retorted, and the answer made Wanda's eyes glow red. The centaur cleared her throat. "She'll be fine, m-ma'am. The effect will have worn off by tomorrow."

Wanda forced a smile, before turning her attention back to you, her eyes the normal color now. "We'll get you a place to sleep, sweetheart."

The centaur cleared her throat as Wanda helped you stand. "We have rooms for rent. On the second floor."

Wanda nodded in thanks, and it was a very difficult battle to get you upstairs with the way you clung to her. 

At some point, you stumbled into the room, and you somehow - Wanda was sure it was the muscle memories of the training - knocked her onto the bed, climbing all over her, and pressing your lips to her neck.

"God help me." Wanda murmured affectedly to the ceiling, her hands on your waist. You giggled drunkenly, but not traditionally.

"I am a god indeed. Glad to help." You murmur back.

Wanda chuckled, giving your waist a gentle squeeze to pull away, and she immediately regretted it, the way your dark eyes were staring back at her, it was even more disconcerting than before. "Y-you're drunk, and gods don't get drunk." She recalls, her breath hitching as you put your hands on the side of her head.

"That's a myth, Thor gets drunk all the time." 

"Maybe he's not a very strong god..." She tries to keep the conversation going, her eyes closing on instinct by the way you are leaning in. 

"Oh, blasphemy." You tease lowly against her lips. And the rubbing is enough for Wanda to regain what little consciousness she still has left. She turns her face away, and you kiss her jaw, grunting in frustration on her skin. She gasps, taking advantage of your shock to push you onto the bed and stand. 

"You're bewitched, Y/N. You need to sleep." She rations, but you whimper against the pillow like a child before turning your face to her, almost whimpering.

"But I wanted a kiss."

Wanda giggles nervously, her cheeks burning. "Detka, we can't kiss. We're friends."

You huff. "That's not fair. I won't be your friend then, I'll be your detka. Just your babe."

Wanda's heart inflates with warmth before it breaks. She assumes, immediately, that this is the potion speaking. Swallowing the emotion away, she tries to coax you to sleep.

"You are my detka and my friend, but I need you to sleep. Can you do that for me?"

You begrudgingly close your eyes. "Yeah, I can do anything for you. Anything you ask. Because you are pretty and I love you."

Wanda chokes softly, twiddling her fingers. "Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"How do you love me?" She tries, and you hum again, by the time she goes to repeat it, you have fallen asleep judging by your deep breathing.

Wanda breathes in and out, trying not to panic. She loves you, of course. Friends love each other. And of course, you do too.

Fuck, since when have you looked so gorgeous in your sleep?

Wanda leaves the room with labored breathing. She goes back to the bar, looking for something to help her stop shivering.

–//–

"Looks like you two had a fun night."

You and Wanda grunted in distress at Clint's teasing. Everything seemed so loud and clear.

"How did you find us?" Wanda managed to ask, pushing the top cover off her body that covered more of the chair than her. You hid your face under the pillow. The archer shrugged.

"Wong mentioned this place when we knocked at his door, and when you guys didn't show up for the meeting point, Nat and I did a little searching. She's having the time of her life down here, but I reckon I'm too old to deal with mythological creatures."

"I'm dying." You complain on the mattress, your head bursting with pain. "Somebody do something."

Clint laughs. "Wow, you have a hangover? The first time is really the hardest. How did you manage to get her drunk, Maximoff?"

Wanda shakes her head softly - regretting it - and retorts, "She mixed magic potions, I had nothing to do with it. Where you guys left the quinjet, I can't wait to get home and use a bathtub."

Wanda tickles your feet on the way to the door, effectively making you laugh and awaken begrudgingly. She pushed through the bitter feeling of ignoring yesterday's events for the sake of your friendship and nodded to Clint as she said she was going to find out if a magic bar had aspirin.

You sat up in bed and frowned as you touched your shirt over your chest, unbuttoned and without a bra.

Clint raised an eyebrow. "Everything okay there?"

"Fuck I don't remember anything from last night. You don't think me and Wanda..." You looked back at your bra on top of the chair where she was sleeping and chuckled nervously. "N-no, no chance. We didn't... I wouldn't have forgotten. I didn't-"

"Wow, that's interesting gossip." Clint sneers, laughing when you threaten him with a pillow. "Hey, don't take your frustration out on me. And by the way, know that it's quite possible to forget. What did you drink anyway?"

"Everything." You mutter in shame, sinking your face into the bed, "Kill me, I won't live with this humiliation."

"God, I forgot how dramatic you are." He mutters wearily. "Let's go home, okay? We have a visitor in the tower."

You move your face, raising a curious eyebrow. "Who?"

Clint smiles, "The only true god of the group of course." He teases, and this time you throw the pillow in his face.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff needs a hug

[woundgallery]

Anne Sexton

#anne sexton #love #love poems #poetry #the art of losing isn't hard to master #j #s #text #favorite poetry

[callmerhynner]

We’re family, we grieve together. ||

synopsis: After the head of the mansion engages his final plan during his battle of wits with Muzan Kibutsuji, you are left with the traumatized children and depressing memories that the passed family left behind.

tags: gn!reader, angst, a bit of fluff(?), sad vibes, spoiler warning!!, giving the underrated family of ds some love w/ sadness, sad children, trauma

pairing/s: Ubuyashiki Kagaya & Bestfriend!Reader, Ubuyashiki children & godparent!Reader, Amane & family friend!Reader

Author’s note; Art by me :DD, practicing a new art style and thought i might as well try writing angst for the first time. Hope you enjoy!!

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"Life's already been hard, being sickly was making it even harder, and the world being infested with human flesh-eating demons gave everyone more reason to fear the moon. The sun was everyone's savior, each demon slayer thanking every deity that no demon came into their homes and killed them in their sleep. And, to everyone's unfortunate truth, if the lowest ranks were fearing for their life, their master had to mourn their death alongside the people they'd left behind.

Their master, the leader of the undiscovered by the government demon slayers, Ubuyashiki Kagaya.

The man that had an army ready to charge to their own undoing if he so requests of them to. The same man that was as sickly as an overworked farmer with tubberculosis, as weak as a toothpick, had the power to control the most determined and powerful men and women in the country. Out of all the country's population, the master with swordsmen that's been trained to face death and survive, was the weakest of all.

Strength, you should remember, isn't always physical. Sometimes, it's their mentality that earns control and respect. Kagaya Ubuyashiki reflected the day's calm view with his moral ideas, only gaining more respect when he has the kindest voice, and the kindest eyes a human can possess. A man of true ethereality.

The master of the mansion, unfortunate enough to be given such a heavy title at a young age, was a man everyone could love and respect. That could make the coldest person feel warmth. Give the hardest stone a soft spot. A man of true charm."

Without you noticing, tears roll down your face, eyes never leaving the last remnant you had of your best friend, an ashy-edged portrait. You had your hands gripping at the canvas' sides, hugging it to your chest as you grieved in front of the destroyed mansion, never daring to move your legs, in fear that if you touched another flick of grass, you'd lose the memories you had with the now passed family. From the father, who you loved like a brother--to his children, that would tire themselves out at the end of the days when you would visit the mansion. His wife, who would treat you as if you have always been family, and the home of which they all felt safest who would welcome you with a flowery breeze.

All of which, gone, only the black ashes that it left behind.

You sat still, the portrait with smudges of black on it's bottom still in your grips, as your salty tears kept decorating your skin. You look to the space in the sky, where one would've seen the master's mansion, before turning your head to spare a sad glance to the young, terrifed children survivors you had managed to save from the explosion. The white of your eyes were visibly red, water never stopping the dripping it slid on your cheeks. You finally gain the strength to ease the children, watching their tears pour out broke your heart like seeing an abandoned puppy, you let go of the portrait and extending your arms to their direction.

"We are family...we grieve together.."

In an instant, the three Ubuyashiki children run to your embrace, letting out their voices and wailing into your clothes. The girls wrapped their arms at your waist as they screamed their grievances out to you, you pat their white hairs as Kiriya couldn't hold his loud sobs into your chest. You sat them all down, their faces still wetting your clothes with their emotions (you were no different), as you wrapped your arms around them in a protective bear hug. They'd lost their father, you lost a best friend, and every demon slayer had just lost their master.

You all sat there, all of your letting your sadness out amongst each other, only calming down when the crying had ceased everyone's energy. The kakushi and hashira had arrived, you knew they have probably been there the moment they heard the traumatic booming, but they unanimously agreed to let all of you pass out from exhaustion to not trigger any more intense emotions. It was a depressing sight to see, and hear, three children screaming their hearts out to the only person left that they considered family (that weren't the slayers); All the while, the person they sought for comfort, felt as much grief as they all did combined.

"Your father was a good man, Kiriya. He deserves to be honored, and i know you can do that for him." you whisper to the little boy as you gently pat his sisters' hair, voice a bit scratchy from holding in the scream you were desprate to let out. "I know we all can do it for him." you continue, a single tear rolling down your cheek as you tried to give him a hopeful smile.

"You won't have to face it alone." you finish, kissing the top of his head as the young boy let out a yawn, curling into your lap. Kuina rested her head just next to him, with Kanata laying down on the ground, using some of your yukata's cloth to protect her eyes from the dirt. "Master," you add, barely a whisper, eyes lingering back to the portrait as the hurt of your heart continues to spread across your chest, finally closing your eyes to rest alongside them when you knew they were all asleep.

#demon slayer #ubuyashiki kagaya #kny x y/n #kny spoilers #kny x reader #amane ubuyashiki #kagaya ubuyashiki #kagaya x reader #manga spoilers #demon slayer angst #angst #kny angst #kny anime #demon slayer art #kny fandom #fanart #demon slayer fanart #kny art #kny fanart #kny #demon slayer spoilers #x reader #x you #x y/n

[thefatisland]

Heavenly Sword's Grand Saga (3-B)

Given there were a lot of nice panels in this part of the manhwa, I will use this extra-post to give a debrief of the plot and the character's reason for losing weight, so that it makes a bit more sense.

... Well actually it doesn't make much sense, but that might interest you into seeing the original piece.

You see, the person whose body you see here is actually... very probably dead. And the character we follow hijacked this body and now uses it as his own. I'll explain.

This is the very typical plot common of many Korean works of "I find myself in the body of someone else", mixed here with the also very common plot of "I am back into the past". Our protagonist and hero of the tale comes from the future - a bad future of chaos, war, famine, slaughters and other disasters. His spirit was sent into the past in order for him to eliminate the one who caused the world to become a living hell, a mysterious antagonist only known as the Servant of Chaos. In order to be able to defeat it, the protagonist as trained by the harshest and most insane, but also most talented, martial artists and expert swordsmen of his time, until he became a perfect killing machine and one of the strongest warriors in the world.

The only thing that hadn't been planned was the fact that, while he could use a magic ritual to go back in time - he ended up in a body absolutely ill-fitted for the job. In this case the body of a young aristocratic man (18 years old and the only son of a local regional lord) who was so spoiled and pampered he was massively obese with not an ounce of muscle in his body. This was of course a source of brutal and intense frustration for the protagonist, as he still had his intensive training, had knowledge of the most secret martial art techniques, and could kill almost any men on the spot if he wanted - but couldn't use his immense skills thanks to his useless and dangerously sick body.

This is why the first part of the manhwa is about him regaining a body that would fit his actual abilities and capacities, by undergoing harsh training to lose weight and build enough muscle. All the while hiding from everybody else his true knowledge of martial arts and his true levels of brutal fighting powers - so as to not blow the fact that he isn't the "Young Master" everybody knows and cherished, but a perfect stranger from the future who stole his body and his life.

There's also a whole thing, once he is passed the shock of his new body, where he actually has a true "cultural conflict" with the past, since everything in this time is much more peaceful, normal and idyllic, and him coming from a time of horrors and cruelty means he has a hard time adapting - he is notably quite in shock when he learns the city his "father" takes care of isn't poor enough to have beggars in it. And when he finally warms up to the fact that people are actually nice and that he leaves in a time of happiness, peace and abundance now, he considers maybe actually staying there once his mission is finished and enjoying his new "fat cat" existence, so to speak.

#weight gain #fat #male #man #manhwa #overweight #heavenly sword's grand saga

[wiiwheel]

Me and the bad bitch I pulled by realising that the art of losing isn't hard to master

[arkus-rhapsode]

Video game hot take of the day or really more like a video game hot discussion because I know I'm opening myself to a discourse and I want to give an actually though out and decent take on something that's kinda always on my mind involving Smash Bros and frankly the perception of Nintendo franchises as a whole.

So I think it is fair to say that for better or worse, Smash Bros as a series has drastically altered people's perception of certain video game characters. I know it is essentially a gateway for many to be introduced to this cornucopia of franchises both belonging to Nintendo and not belonging to them. Hell, factor in competitive players who might not ever purchase another Nintendo game in their life will know who guys like Fox or Captain Falcon are from this game alone. And because of the level of success as a franchise has reached, there is a certain prestige that comes from being in that roster. People who are deep in the wool of Nintendo fandom and the casuals can all recognize them from this simple to learn hard to master game.

I've said in a previous post a lot of people view Smash Bros as a video game hall of fame or a celebration of video games as a whole. You make it there, you are synonymous as a pillar of gaming. But the truth is its not really. Oh sure we treat inductions into smash as a big event, but this wasn't some independent committee of adjudicators decided that this character has to be in Smash Bros, its ultimately up to Nintendo and the deals they can crave out in back rooms we aren't privy to. I'm sure Sakurai and co try really hard with getting guys like Banjo and Terry into the roster, but ultimately it comes down corporate negotiation. At the end of the day, Smash Bros is a Nintendo product. with a goal of selling many units and creating enticing additions to the game that may also coincide with deals they have with other companies or even advertising plans for themselves.

And with that in mind, if we decouple that prestige, we are left with something else. That ultimately characters and the franchises they are from in Smash Bros are not all the pillars of Nintendo. Now that sounds harsh and I really want to make it clear, I'm not at all saying these are bad games. However, I am not under the perception that just because Ness is in every Smash game means earthbound is a franchise that Nintendo needs to keep in perpetuity alongside Mario and Zelda.

And before I continue, I really want to stress this. I get it. It sucks to lose a series that you love. It sucks that art, characters, worlds, stories that you are invested in can just cease to be because they don't sell enough to justify sequels and the company that owns them have no interest in taking that risk to continue making them. I am a Fire Emblem fan, I know what it is like for your franchise to be on death's door and potentially getting shelved. We were lucky we got Awakening which was a game that appealed to old fans but also made a bunch of new fans. And there is no denying that some percentage of new fans learned what Fire Emblem even was because of Smash Bros.

So I am sympathetic to the plight of people who want series they love to return. I understand that if you are a Star Fox or F-Zero fan you are literally dying for new content. To be given that same shot at second life that not only satisfies existing fans but also grows the franchise into something sustainable for many games. But the truth as it is, is that Nintendo as a company don't see that as a viable new stream of revenue and there isn't really an incentive to take that risk at this time. They may just be too niche of a game without the strength in sales to justify investment into future titles.

I have heard this take before, but there are people who do genuinely believe that the first ever roster of smash characters from the N64 should always have a game. That these are Nintendos all stars. The Justice League of Nintendo characters. But once again, set the prestige to the side, you'll realize that's not even what the original Smash Bros was about. Like Captain Falcon? He's just here because his model is similar to the rough prototype of Smash, Dragon King. Jigglypuff is just here because their model is similar to Kirby. And I'll be honest, that's not really convincing me that we should always have a new F-Zero every gen or have Jigglypuff in every Pokemon game. At its core, smash was about making a fighting game that you already recognized the characters then invest in the gameplay and like any game that develops, it needed to make good within the limitations that it had to release a fun and satisfying product.

However, for many people they see this as the symbol of Nintendo IP. The showpiece of their iconic characters. Yet a good chunk of these guys are from games that are unavailable? Heck, for some people smash is the only time they'll see some of these franchises because Nintendo isn't doing anything with them.

So again, this isn't about "Stop whining! Your thing doesn't sell get over it!" My thing is that I do not believe that just because something is in Smash Bros means it is owed a new game or to constantly get entries. And that just because it is in Smash Bros means it is a priority for Nintendo to honor. At the end of the day, corporate interest will dictate that choices made in what games they make. And Nintendo is thankfully one of the companies that has way more than like 3 blockbuster IP is makes every year. I do have faith that fans can show an interest in something financially and that will get people to take notice. I do think seeing how massive a positivee reception people are giving Golden Sun being put on Switch Online may actually spur them to make a new one.

Nintendo has brought back some lesser known IPs of theirs, so I think it is disingenuous to say that Nintendo never tries to bring things back like some like to say. We have remakes of Advanced Wars, Another Code, Famicom Detective Club. These are safe but still a form of chance that goes beyond just making the millionth Mario game because Mario is guaranteed to sell. But the truth for some is that because they're not in Smash Bros they're not recognizable iconic character who haven't gotten a spotlight. When people say they want Nintendo IP revived they mean the popular stuff that they can recognize as Nintendo IP that was around before but is no longer like F-Zero and Star Fox and EarthBound. Which is thanks to the power of something like Smash Bros. Meanwhile Advanced Wars gets announced and you don't see people recognizing it as "The game Andy is from."

Now I never want to say never, I don't know what the future holds, perhaps we will see Nintendo put some serious weight and investment in a Star Fox game and its a game that's more than like a mid level indie team remake of it. Its an actual honest to god new entry into the franchise that not only does well, but also growing the fanbase beyond its passionate fans. And there isn't a shadow of doubt in my mind, that some people who have never touched a Star Fox game will recognize who Fox is and give it a try because he's in that fighting game with Mario and Zelda.

So yeah while there is a lot hype and bluster and something really cool about seeing all these video game characters under one roof and a lot of going beyond just the company of Nintendo, it really makes smash almost this institution. But I do think when we talk about games and choices Nintendo makes with the games they decide to make, we should set aside that sort of mythologizing that smash has done for some characters and franchises. And ultimately remember that this is a business.

Again, one last time for the road, this is not me saying your love for these franchises and characters is invalid. And neither is the desire to see them return. We will see waters tested. Look at F zero 99. It might not be GX 2, but it clearly shows they do care. They do want to preserve and introduce this game to people. Maybe it is that one small step towards F zero’s Metroid Prime/FE Awakening. But it’s still a calculated risk, there’s a reason nintendo doesn’t just make more games because it’s nice to have or because they’re obligated to.

#hot take #smash bros #super smash bros #mario #super mario #nintendo #video games #fire emblem

[bettyshoweduptotheparty]

I'm making a playlist of songs that I think Taylor wrote about Karlie and always get caught up in the sadness storm in Folklore/Evermore. I find both pretty hard to listen to, especially if the lens is that Karlie broke Taylor's heart and/or vice versa. My sad parasocial heart can't come from the romantic highs of Reputation and Lover and then think that the two had a huge, heartbreaking fallout. LOL That said, I pretty much treat your lyrical analyses as gospel, so I was wondering if you had a list of the FolkEvermore songs that you think are about Karlie. I think maybe I can eventually listen to the albums in full when I know that the sadness isn't just about Karlie seemingly betraying Taylor and Taylor's heart smashing into pieces. (I do know that the albums are also heavily influenced by the Masters Heist, staying in the closet, and maybe even some of the demons TS has with her dad. I'm sure the pandemic also played a part in all the sadness.)

So yeah, I'm a weird consumer of music. Sad songs make me sob, and I don't love that feeling, haha. So I'm the rare fan who gets too depressed listening to those albums.

Hello 👋🏼 and ok, this is kinda long so let me go bit by bit.

If you want, I can give you some of my suggestions of which folklore/evermore songs should go on a kaylor playlist, but that's only based on my interpretation. Will do at the end.

Thanks for the compliment on my lyrical analysis, I love doing these, but please don't take them as gospel.

A lot of people mistake the acoustic/low production nature of folklore and evermore as sadness, and don't get me wrong, some of these songs are gut wrenchingly sad, but just because a song is slow and acoustic doesn't automatically make it sad. Cardigan is very much a happy end song, TLGAD is super fun (imo), so is No Body, No Crime, and Invisible String. But yes, some of these songs are pretty devastating. Reputation definitely got the 'honeymoon phase' love songs, but Lover had False God and Afterglow on it (and the Archer!), so I'd say that already showed the reality of long-term relationships pretty well, and they're just not all sunshine and rainbows forever.

I don't think a single song on these albums suggests that Karlie broke Taylor's heart...? If anything, Taylor always paints herself as the guilty one/the coward when it comes to that relationship. I think there were definitely insecurities and rough patches that show up in some songs, but the real pain is in working through the 2019 stuff, which is mostly about losing your life's work and someone who was like a father figure.

And you're not weird for consuming music with emotion, good art is supposed to make you feel things :)

OK, so, here's my additions for a kaylor playlist from folkmore (songs that I associate with them): cardigan, illicit affairs, invisible string, betty, peace, the lakes, willow, champagne problems, ivy, cowboy like me, and gold rush.

#anon asks #kaylor

[terrence-silver]

Can you please do Terry (or twig) losing his v card to beloved 💌

Okay, but lets make a little funnier and it's this era of Terry;

And him just flat out lying he's a virgin. He's lying. His justification and explanation for his lack of action is (and I'm making this up as I go along and so is he) that deliberate celibacy and sexual ascetism is good in preserving high levels of chi and chakra energy, that witholding from physical pleasures strenghtens the body's core and makes a person a better, more disciplined fighter due to surpressed aggression and he knows this for a fact, because after learning Tang Soo Do under his Master in Korea and returning from Vietnam, he's also travelled all over Asia and observed the Shaolin monks do it. Yes. Shaolin monks. He strived to emulate the best of the best since. Isn't every man's goal in life to be the next Bodhidharma incarnate?

Might even gift you with a book on the subject.

You know, for references and sources.

You could land yourself with a tome called The Private Lives Inside the Shǎolínsì.

It takes all the willpower in the world not to royally chortle at that one even as he says it. So, he's well into his thirties or even early fourties, it's the 80's, and yes, he's a virgin by choice. Of course, again, he's lying and making things up for the fun of it. Mainly to gage your reaction. See how you'll treat him for it. How you'll act. What you'll do. If you'll be surprised. Disappointed. What your opinions on the matter even are. If you'll even like him after that. If you'll believe him because the man isn't a fool and he's aware of what he looks like and the effect he tends to have on people. There's no particular gender or age limit to virgnity but he also knows he isn't the usual poster child for purity. Maybe it'll add to his mystique in your eyes. Maybe you'll try to dissuade him from maintaing such a strict standard of living and he can act all coy and hard to get about it. Maybe you'll admire him for it and he'll pretend to be humble. He doesn't know, but he wants to discover because it holds so many possibilities and it is also so damn amusing, this little social experiment, and lets admit; the man's very much a troll. Just the entertainment value of it turns him on, and there's always the chance of him roleplaying being despoiled and being on the recieveing end of it without you knowing it is all pretense. Of course he's not a virgin, though. Far from it. Which makes this whole thing even more schemey, sinister and juvenile. He's quite possibly ludicrousily experienced and has apetites to match for every vice under the sun and he's, pardon my language, bullshitting you, for lack of the better word, but does it so convincingly and sweetly one can never tell. Could even be a test he poses for himself; to see what type of misiformantion he can sell to people and get away with.

How well he can act certain things out.

Not to mention how much he wants to dangle himself in front of you like the forbidden fruit you can't have because of his, ahem, convictions and beliefs. Convictions and beliefs he doesn't even really have. Quite the contrary. The handomest man you've ever met also being sexually celibate? He wants you to explode with desire and frustration and him having the last laugh.

But, Terry Silver is definitely the type of man who would land himself in bed with you, after much back and forth and pretending celibacy goes hand in hand with his particular style of martial arts, and believably pretend not to know what to do once he gets to that very same bed. Worse (or better) yet. Doing something like this isn't nessecarily a sign of his distaste for a person. Could very much like you and still play a prank on you.

#yeah i think this level of trolling is believable for terry silver #even when he likes people #heck! even when he loves them #man's a bit of a mischevious imp #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #80's terry silver #virginity #celibacy #tw; vows of celibacy #lies #manipulation #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #not as fluffy as the anon undoubtedly would've liked #but i just got this idea and couldn't resist #pretendvirgin!terrysilver