#you are shallow and so silly and childish

[pinknipszz]

modern headcanons | beach day

⋆✮↪ ao’nung, tsireya, neteyam, lo’ak, and kiri

ao’nung

definitely goes surfing at the beach. body surfing, bodyboarding, longboarding– you name it. the hobby shouldn’t have been much of a surprise to you, but when you first saw him out in the waves, safe to say your eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. you weren’t a complete stranger to surfing, but ao’nung did it on a level that had you questioning if it was even safe anymore. he always teases you for getting worried about his safety, but if it really starts to get rough out there, he’s willing to stay by the shore with you.

insists on being in charge of the sunscreen. since ao’nung spends most of the day under the sun, he knows how important it is to apply an ample amount of sunscreen. he doesn’t care if you want to stay under the shade or not. he will apply as much sunscreen as possible on your skin. if you ask him about it, he’d probably brush it off as a health precaution. while that’s partly true, the real reason is because he didn’t listen to his mother one time as a kid. he had to learn the hard way.

tsireya

brings the food, the blanket, you name it. it’s her love language. as much as you want to help, there’s no denying the fact that the set-up turns out way more aesthetically pleasing when she’s in charge. plus, her cooking is as wonderful as she is. it doesn’t even feel like a picnic anymore. you once told her that she should start a catering business, but she just smiled and shrugged it off, saying that she’d only go above and beyond for you. you could’ve sworn you melted on the spot.

loves to make bracelets. tsireya loves jewelry. not so much the expensive kind, but simple ones you can make by hand. when you aren’t in the mood for swimming but want to enjoy the salty breeze, tsireya sets up a blanket and brings her bracelet-making kits. when you accidentally discovered her hobby, tsireya called it childish and embarrassing, but you quickly reassured her that it was nothing of that sort. now you make matching bracelets together.

neteyam

knows the best time and date to have a beach day. his intuition is admirable and borderline scary. he knows you don’t like crowded beaches, and honestly, neither does he. neteyam prefers more private and intimate spots, so his only request after you suggested a beach day was to pick when and where to go. agreeing was the best decision you ever made. the weather is always perfect, the water is crystal clear, and no one else is there. really, you don’t know how he does it.

lets you bury him under the sand. probably used to it since he’s the eldest sibling. it started with sandcastles, but when you brought up a fond memory about “sand mermaids” from your childhood, neteyam was eager to recreate it just to hear you laugh. personally, he doesn’t get the joke, but it’s important to you and that’s all that matters to him. he’s just a gentleman through and through. he also doesn’t mind if you take embarrassing pictures of him.

lo’ak

if possible, he cannonballs. for this reason alone, he’s very particular about the beach you guys go to. there’s no nearby cliff over the water? pass. there’s no overhanging tree to climb and jump off of? pass. the water is too shallow? pass. it’s like he’s asking for death at this point, and he’s so stubborn about it. you’ll admit that the stress is worth it, though. he knows how to make things fun.

brings two pairs of goggles. lo’ak makes it a challenge to find the “weirdest” sea creatures possible. he’d definitely try to gross you out with them too. luckily, you know his greatest weakness: sea cucumbers. he physically can’t be within a five feet radius of a sea cucumber. silliness aside, you two spend a lot of time swimming through reefs together. he isn’t the most graceful swimmer, but you can tell that he’s fascinated by marine life. he’ll never admit it though. you find it endearing.

kiri

loves to paint your nails. you’d think that the beach wasn’t an ideal place to paint your nails, but somehow, this girl made it work. you two didn’t even go to the beach for swimming at this point. you’re there for scenery. you weren’t upset by it, though, because every second spent with your favorite girl was worth it, and you can tell she felt the same way. she also has a very artistic hand. kiri knows how to recreate any nail design you show her.

wades through the shallow parts of the water. just because kiri likes to stay in the sand doesn’t mean she hates the water altogether. it’s quite the opposite actually. she’s very fond of dragging her feet through the water with you hand-in-hand, watching tiny fish swim by. occasionally, she’ll pull you close if she recognizes a fish and tells you all about it, and everytime she does, you can’t hold back a smile. she’s really in her element.

(masterlist)

#avatar #avatar the way of the water #atwow #atwow headcanons #headcanon #aonung #ao'nung #aonung headcanons #ao'nung x reader #aonung x reader #tsireya #tsireya x reader #tsireya headcanons #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam headcanons #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak avatar #lo'ak headcanons #kiri #kiri x reader #kiri sully headcanons #atwow ao'nung #atwow imagines #atwow tsireya #atwow neteyam #self insert #modern

[merbear25]

eeeee congrats!! your writing is beautiful and you are very dear to me!!

requesting fem!reader w/zoro + 7 for the event 👉👈

Eeeeee thank you for sending in a request, lovely! Your words are so very kind and you are so dear to me, too 💜💜 I hope you like what I've written for you!

Holding on

CW: SFW, fem!reader, fluff

With the stars scattered across the nighttime sky, such beauty was meant to be relished in with someone close to you―near and dear to your heart. You counted your blessings that such a person existed for you. Although your feelings were reciprocated, they were still newfound. Being in the early stages meant they required delicate tending to so as to ensure the budding romance could flourish into an ever-lasting love.

Staring up at the wonders which the universe had in store, the warm breeze from the sea wafted over the both of you. Casting a sense of tranquility over you, while you laid shoulder to shoulder with Zoro. You closed your delicate lashes to allow yourself to bask in the hushed quiet you were often in search for.

However, those intruding thoughts of reality impeded on your time together. Knowing you'd have to leave his side whenever the Sunny eventually docked, not wanting to think about what lay ahead on those shores, the encompassing fear of 'what if': such intrusion opened the floodgates and carried you out to the raging seas.

There weren't as many moments as you would've liked to just be able to breathe and appreciate each other's company―fragments that you had to be quick to grab or else they'd fade into the nullity of whatever else had been lost.

Turning to him, your shallow breaths spoke volumes. "What's on your mind?" He asked without meeting your gaze.

With your eyes falling from his face, you thoughtfully crafted one of your deepest desires, "Can we just stay like this?" Wincing at your own display of raw emotion, you couldn't shake the gnawing feeling that it was a silly thing for a grown woman to say.

As the breeze picked up and carried more of a bite to it, your body shivered at the chilled teeth being sunk into it. The sudden shift in temperature alluded to a brewing storm, its whirling dark clouds itching to cast harsh force on your promising love.

Zoro still hadn't responded, which left your words suspended and further let doubt as to whether it was childish for you to say them blanket over you.

In spite of taking his time to respond to you, such worries as to why he was hesitatng were mute. Hearing you express such a simple, yet vulnerable want struck him to his core. He yearned for the same, though he felt as if whatever he said wouldn't do his innermost thoughts justice.

Instead, he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, and held on firmly. Showing you that he shared in your want to cling to this moment for as long as you could―grasping at this petal of elation fluttering past―was the most competent way for him to bear his heart.

The blanket that'd been thrown on you was now tossed aside, allowing you to breathe easily. A smile repelled the troubling thoughts that were creeping in, its warmth consuming the darkness that trailed alongside them. Such an inviting radiance was contagious; even without having to look at you, your tenderness made itself known to Zoro. His own satisfaction was shown on his expression.

The petals of your blossoming love bathed in the moonlight and shine of the stars, soaking up their softened rays. Despite the storm drawing nearer, threatening the foundations of it, your adoration for each other was securely planted. Such forces wouldn't dare be given the chance to uproot what the both of you were nurturing.

You could rest assured that whatever came your way, you both would be there to trek through it together. Even though the quality time that did manage to find you was short-lived, leaving your heart aching for more, you tried not to dwell on it. The present was worth giving your full attention to, holding on to that fragment for as long as you could.

#follower event #one piece #x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece x you #op #op x reader #op x you #zoro rorona #zoro roronoa #one piece zoro #rorona zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x you #one piece fluff #zoro fluff

[purgemarchlockdown]

Something I like a lot when it comes to Magic is that, while it uses its magical girl aesthetic to convey and contrast with it's dark themes. It's not "cringing" at it, if that makes sense.

It's hard to exactly explain, but I'm a big fan of Magical Girls and I've had to deal with too many "Unaffectionate parodies," if you will. Where it feels like the show is laughing at how silly and "cringe" these ideas and aesthetics are, and how much more "mature" they are for introducing more "serious" ideas into them.

Not to say Magical Girls Aren't silly, they can be and often are. But I feel like a lot of times these types of shows betray a level of insincerity, or a fear of being "uncool." So they Must Prove that they Know how Uncool it is immediately. So it causes this clear separation between the "cutesy shallow Magical Girl stuff" and the "dark and serious Real Stuff."

But Magic Doesn't Do That, and not only that, I feel like Magic goes in Knowing that people are going to not take it seriously at first.

I talk about how Magic doesn't take Amane seriously, but Magic also Primes You From the Start to not. Just by it's general aesthetic.

I read the comment sections for the MVs and you can see a bunch of people talk about how this shows how "childish" she really is.

Which, yeah she is sometimes. But when people refer to childish in this concept they mean it for the same reason Amane wants to get rid of that assigned role of "child." There's a bunch of people talking about how she's blindly following the rules. Talking about her like she's unaware and ignorant of the true horrors of her life. Talking about her like she can't understand what's happening. Because- why else would it be so...cheery? Never mind the implications of awareness that Magic scatters throughout the MV.

Never mind that the lyrics that circle around the topic without saying it out loud because it's easier that way.

Never mind that Magic just straight up Shows You What Happened, even if it's highly fictionalized.

Just ignore that all that. (Amane T2 VD)

Amane: In fact, there have been people who said that to me. I’ve been told things like, “You’re being deceived.” “You can still make it right now.” “You’re crazy.” Es: … Amane: You are treating me as a child after all. Because I’m a child, you believe that I must have been brainwashed. It’s not like that. I, too— children, too, understand everything! Please don’t just decide that people must be unhappy.

Because magical girls are Silly.

#also I think the tragedy comes from how Unfair it is to Amane that her life Isnt like this #and I think its really effective #milgram #amane momose #milgram thoughts #cw child abuse #cw cults #might be a bit messy cause its late

[gotafewtricks]

It is I, the silly animal anon. I come bearing more requests such as a centaur!reader with hanzo. I just thought it'd be goofy as hell. I IMAGINE THE VOICE LINE WHERE ORISA TALKS TO HANZO ABOUT HIM RIDING HER INTO BATTLE AND LIKE TRANSFERRING THAT TO READER? 😭😭

Have a nice day. I hope you're doing well in school!

★ "I- What a preposterous thought!"

Glad to see you swing by again :3 I like the animal theme going on; and I hope I did well, especially since I am not very knowledgeable in Greek mythos !! & I'm well, hope you are, too! I'm just stuffy rn due to allergies; and mhm! School's well !!

With how first impressions would go, he'd probably have to blink twice to fully believe what was in front of his eyes. Even if his family sought forth the dragon, and Hanzo's extensive knowledge of his culture's mythos, it'd feel natural for him to think of this as normal—whenever you'll have to call him out on his staring.

So many thoughts would race through the archer's mind right now. Who are you? What are you? Why are you mentioning how his jaw's dropped?

Hanzo would have to compose himself with a quick "ahem"; as he'd clear his throat before he could advance any further. His knowledge on centaurs felt elementary, as he thought about such a topic even more. The marksman would glance over your body, a particular thought humoured him as he'd break into a smirk; before coming to the realization you have your bow firmly in hand, as you'd trot toward him.

He never was one into equestrian sports, as most of his free time during his servitude towards his family included wielding the blade. Now, that is not relevant to him; considering his promise to never even dare touch such a weapon. His bow was his safest option to hone his skills, and to also keep up his job as a mercenary.

"I know what you're thinking," you'd say, breaking him out of his thoughts. "You wish to ride me into battle?"

Prepare for a flustered Hanzo, shaking his head out of pure humiliation that you'd want to point him out like that. Even with his experiences prior did not revolve around the idea of cavalry, he couldn't help but entertain those thoughts his mind was plagued with! Considering he trusted that, due to your heritage, you were also a skilled hunter with the bow, then-

"No, why would you think that? Do I come off as that shallow?" Hanzo would then interject, making up a lie to make himself look as if he wasn't the one red-handed here. "I'd have more respect for..."

With just one knowing grin from you, he'd have to scowl. You won.

You didn't want to just leave him hanging there, though. You did offer your assistance for his idea, of which he tried to make it sound as if you were "doing it out of pity"; but, in reality, you could tell that his eagerness through his body language told you otherwise.

I feel as if Hanzo would know proper etiquette with riding on horseback; I'd say that during his trips throughout Japan, and the world, too, he'd understand a few concepts. You'd really need to teach him and be patient.

He's never really gotten... this excited for a rather childish concept. Do be gentle, if you were to muse your comments with Hanzo and tease him, as it'd make his a bit discouraged on acting more upon these little scenarios. Let him have his fun! Though, please do humble him if he ever gets too high and mighty on his high-horse... aha.

He'd somehow revere your untamed nature, if you exhibited one; being free, and guided by your own motivations and wills. Hanzo would see himself in you, and in a way, there was a beauty of it.

Whenever the two of you got closer, Hanzo would love to do nothing other than run his hands through the course hide of yours; you and him would normally then meet up during the night, the stars blanketing the dark skies.

I'd feel like he'd have a basic understanding of astronomy and astrology respectively, though, once you start talking the alignment of stars and planets, you cannot help but laugh at his confused expression—explaining the different relationships between those bodies.

You'd laugh at how he'd get confused with the different constellations, mumbling to himself about how you got an image of an air pump out of spotted dots. You would then correct him that it was actually "Antila"; but he'd digress. Hanzo would have genuine interest if you were to act so enthusiastic about the study; matching the energy lovingly, being more comfortable with expressing his newfound interest.

Whilst the two of you would train, as much as he would prefer the comfort of solitude, Hanzo would love to gauge at your ability; your specialty as an archer.

He'd hint and hint at wanting to practice his abilities on horseback; making his request subtle; even if you did allow him to ride on you, or if you didn't care. Hanzo still was trying to make sure that you were comfortable, whilst also wanting to fulfill his own curiosities.

You'd make fun of him, calling him a cat with how he'd just tilt his head at you. If you didn't mind the staring, you'd further joke along with him; causing him to always shake his head in embarrassment. Every. Single. Time.

#overwatch x reader #ow x reader #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #centaur reader #x reader #silly animal anon #req #reqs open #gn reader

[noctilin]

would you happen to have any tips for the most actual barebones beginner ever? like… everything looks like it was drawn by a child and nothing seems to look better -type beginner? it’s frustrating and I see people give advice like drawing a little guy youre obsessed with a little in order to get better but i find it so hard to draw anything that looks like it WASNT drawn by a four year old. like how do i actually get better and even sort of reach the actual beginner stage, start developing my own styles and such, and actually feel like drawing often would actually help?

hmmm, i'd say try to not overwhelm yourself. when you start out it's easy to get paralyzed by all you can and have to learn. accept the fact that you cannot learn everything and practice takes time. but time will pass anyway.

focus on what you want to achieve. start with a small, loose goal to keep you on track. what do you want to draw? is it characters? objects? animals? backgrounds? comics? why and how do you want to draw them? it doesn't have to be your end goal which is why i say loose. because at some point you might find out you don't actually like drawing animals and want to draw landscapes instead. this doesn't mean the time you spent is a waste though because you learned something about yourself.

your goal can be as shallow and silly as you want it to be as long as you have a direction to start with. when i was 14 all i ever wanted was to draw "hot people" and started from there LMAO. i knew i wanted to draw characters so i studied how to draw people. collected art that depicted my preference of what i found attractive. when i started i drew only heads. i didn't know how to draw bodies but once i found myself in a happy spot, i tried to expand by practicing anatomy. bit by bit you learn to draw everything else if you keep pushing with the drive.

this doesn't mean that this goal is the only thing you should be doing, by the way. that's one way to burn out fast. play and draw with other things as you go while keeping your goal in mind. change and adapt as you see fit. as people, we grow by experiencing different things. this is the same with art. this goal is just there to help guide you when you feel lost.

one thing i really advocate is to NOT let styles control you. it will come to you naturally because as you learn you'll figure out what you want and don't want to have in your art. like, it's fine to have an ideal style but if you focus on style before fundamentals you are easily going to crash into endless frustration because you won't understand what you're doing at all.

be kind to yourself, most of all. there'll be no doubt that you'll find yourself frustrated and miserable. that's just part of being an artist. but you should avoid calling your work mediocre and childish. you are already in the "beginner stage" so stop putting yourself lower than that. berating yourself will not do you any good. give yourself a pat on the back for each drawing you've done and reflect on what you want to improve on.

life is short and i believe that celebrating the privilege of creating can go a long way. best of luck and happy drawing :)

#asks #Anonymous #art help

[balkanradfem]

I had this thought a year ago, but it popped into my mind again today. I was thinking about how ridiculed and degraded all of the media is that women love, and how quickly anything is likely to get devalued and despised if it gives women a sense of fun and joy. Even if it was originally made for males, but women ended up liking it more, it's going to get demoted as 'silly' and ripped apart at any chance. Even more, women will be insulted for liking it, told they're shallow, stupid, small-minded, and group-thinking they are.

And for males, it's the exact reverse, regardless of how shallow, small-minded, ridiculous or outright harmful their interests are, they're going to be celebrated as a big deal. They're going to get funding, events, gatherings, hype, sense of importance, sense of necessity. It's a special thing that gives joy and vigor to males. It's an opportunity for them to bond, to reduce their intelect and dive into their shallow group-think and often cast as much damage as possible with most asinine fights and violence at every opportunity. Their interests and media don't stand up to the most basic of criticism, often it will be as childish as possible, include violence, dehumanization of women, hierarchy-based models, weapons, wars, murder, pedophilia, pornography, destruction. Most of all, it will signal in every way that males are the most important people in the world, and that their perception of the world is the only one that counts as human.

And I think, I figured out why this is happening. They're sending us a simple message. 'You're not allowed to have fun. If you have fun, we're going to come and take a dump on it. We're going to come and yell at your face how stupid you are for having fun. We're going to make you as miserable as possible for daring to have fun. You're going to regret for having any fun. We, on the other hand, we get to have fun however we want to. If we want to have fun watching you getting tortured, we have every right to. If it pleases us to bring noise, violence and destruction to this world, that is divine and above criticism. Only we get to have fun. Know your place. You're not here to be having fun. You're meant to serve us while we do.'

Because women having fun is so extremely humanizing. Women relaxing and feeling validated to enjoy our own interests and media, women gathering around a common interest, bonding and agreeing with each other, gathering joy and sharing opinions and finding nuance and little bits of happiness in their new community, experiencing the feeling of belonging and letting go of their worries for a second to just be and enjoy themselves, that is so incredibly human! It's threatening to them to see us being human like that, it puts us out of the box they've created for us, one of a servant and sex toy. It clashes with their perception of us and their first instinct is, as always, rage and violence. They can't handle seeing us relaxed and having fun. Bonding over something that doesn't center them. Pausing our endless service to experience humanity. It's threatening. Women bonding in joy is threatening to them.

#radical feminism #feminism #radfem #female media #women centered media #enjoyment #women's interests

[lychniis]

― RED CAMELLIA AND RED TULIPS.

rengoku kyojuro x reader

* . ⋆ “you’re a flame in my heart.” + “declaration of love / confession.” + fluff.

WARNING(S) : MORE FLUFF LOOK GUYS I'M ON A ROLL HAHAHAHAHAHA T R E M B L E. but anyway, some light angst but it's a blink and you miss it, mentions of blood, kyo being a little quieter because you're sleepy and some soft times.

#main masterlist | flos anthalogy masterlist

TO BE A DEMON SLAYER IS to ease yourself into the notion of death / the ceasing of existence / the end of life. When Kyojuro lifted his sword for the first time, when iron clogged his nose, he knew of the extremities of it. To be a demon slayer meant to fight, and to protect and to stumble through the world knowing that one day you would leave someone behind with grief bearing down on their shoulders.

To be a demon slayer, is to be a little insane. Perhaps, in a few cases, to completely abandon the notion of humanity and softness. But Kyojuro could not. He was not Shinazaguwa, who was all sharp edges and angles above his innate kindness, or Obanai who spews his venom to mask the emptiness in his heart. 

He was a Rengoku, Kyojuro, Ruka’s son, burning, blazing, warm. He was a dutiful child and an older brother and a lover. His heart swelled and it beat and it never shriveled beneath the despair. Kyojuro lived with death cupped within his hands, ready to burn his palms, to spread it’s poison, to spill onto the floor. 

He knows and every ounce of life, every second, he lives within it. 

He feels life in the food he eats between every delighted shout, the creak of wood beneath his feet, the smell of the cherry blossoms, the softness in Senjuro’s hair, the feel of your lips over his, he cherishes it. It’s everywhere, for Kyojuro, and perhaps, this lapse of weakness, his stubbornness to hold fast to his idealism  would be his downfall ( because he does believe, that one day this world would be safe, his family would be safe and he does believe that he must be a good man amidst it all ).

He shuts his eyes when you shift atop the futon. Your breathing is shallow, steady and the night crawls into day time. Kyojuro had arrived when dawn had slowly began to creep into the sky, his clothes drenched a mottled red and his zori sandals soaked in blood. He bathes, and passes by your room again. You were awake, sitting up in wait.

“Kyo…” you mumble, your voice cracking from fatigue. His lips tug up into a smile and he enters. 

( Normally he’d give you your space and let you rest, but you look at him with expectancy, and Kyojuro knows better than to say no. )

“My apologies…did I wake you?” he asks. You blink, then sigh with a shake of your head, your lips touching his cheek.

“No, I meant to stay awake till you returned.” The disappointment was palpable and you sigh with mild annoyance, relighting the lamp at your side to offer some semblance of light while the sun filters through the shoji screens. “You were gone all night. Aren’t you tired? Shall I make you some food before you sleep?”

He shakes his head. “Hm, it’s fine…i thought about you though…” he did, he always does. Kyojuro thinks it’s silly and the other Hashira say it’s silly, this childish, near giddy affection he holds for you. Mitsuri was sympathetic, maybe even moony eyed when your name slips out of his mouth. She tells him he’s hopelessly in love.

( And he was hopelessly in love in a way that draws his breath out, that stops the tides, that makes him pause by every stray flower and lets him smile and mull over thoughts of you. Kyojuro was so in love he thinks he might drown burn to ash if he dares to handle it with a careless hold and even then, he’d be thankful, euphoric. )

You cup his cheeks and squint and slowly the sleepiness turns to steely edged sternness. “I know you’re hungry after a long night, Kyo. Come on, I'll get you some breakfast and move on with the other chores…we can’t have your father waking you while you rest.” you are not fond of his father and he doesn’t blame you. He nods.

He was hungry and your home cooked food was a source of comfort.

He tugs at the hem of your kimono and steals a kiss. “Thank you, love.” he smiles. Then he pauses when he feels more words threatening to spill. Three syllables, three simple syllables but they held so much weight, so much intrinsic meaning.

( They were three syllables, so easy to say. )

Kyojuro thinks of his life, of his numbered days, of the smell of your hair, of the softness of Senjuro’s voice and the peace of long summer days and everything else he loves. He pulls you closer as the sun breaks through and the lamplight flickers, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I love you.” he sighs. “I love you ever so much, my darling spark.”

You smile and it meets your eyes in a wave of quiet happiness, like the flowers bloomed early and like you had caught the eyes of the heavens itself. 

“And I love you, Kyojuro.”

He laughs and it feels like happiness, like a man well loved.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

requested by : @dewdropsandsunshine

KYOOOOOOOOOOOO MY LOOOOVVVVVEEEEEEEE sniff he deserved so much better-

but anyway, traditional and even modern japanese couples don't sleep together which would explain why the reader has their own room. don't worry though, it's not really as bad as the west may put it because to sleep seperately means to grant each other peace. or in other words, they want their space when they rest.

it's a little strange since over here in my home, sharing a room....is kind of expected regardless of whether you're husband or wife or siblings or cousins XD.

AINE © 2022. do no plagiarize, repost or rework this piece.

#FLOS ANTHALOGY - 100 FOLLOWER EVENT #&&. my writing !! #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku x reader #hashira #x reader

[loosesodamarble]

Changes, Big and Small

Wrote some quick drabbles based on the prompt "New Look" from @thoughtfullyrainynightmare's Fire Vermillion Month.

Made sure these were quick, just about 300 words each. It was fun creating these blurbs! I hope you enjoy!

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Mereoleona's Change

Mereoleona stared at her reflection for a moment longer. She picked up a lock of her hair.

“You’re growing it out, I see!” her mother remarked with a grin. “What brought this on?”

“Lady Acier’s hair is long and she’s strong. So if I grow mine out… It can be a sign of my strength too!” Mereoleona’s reasoning was shallow and silly, but she’d only been nine at the time.

“It’s quite the look on you, like a mane of fire,” chuckled her father as he ruffled Mereo’s hair.

Mereoleona smiled at the memory. Of her childish logic. Of her parents’ unwavering support.

In the years since, her hair had only grown quite long. Partially because she was away from society so often and didn’t set aside time for a visit to a hairdresser. And also because she simply did like having long hair. There was some fun in imagining herself, with her hair billowing around her with her clothes in the midst of a fight.

However, in recent times, Mereoleona felt a need for a change.

With a deep breath, Mereoleona pulled her hair back, as if to tie it up.

But instead, she lit a fire in her palm. She exercised finer control than she usually did to singe her hair and cut loose her long, curling locks.

Goodbye, my mane of fire.

There was no sorrow for a loss in the thought. Nor a sense of pride in shedding a weight.

Cutting her hair was simply a change that she had wanted.

Mereoleona looked into the mirror once again. She looked different and yet still very much like herself.

In place of the fake fire she’d worn as her hair, Mereoleona swore to become a true flame that would burn all life away.

...

Fuegoleon's Change

There was a click as the lid of a box snapped into place.

“That should be the last of them,” Fuegoleon remarked with a sigh.

He watched as servants carried away the boxes that had been packed with most of the shirts Fuegoleon used to wear. The clothes would be put to good use. The seams would be cut and the fabric reworked into clothing for the children that Sister Theresa took care of.

It might’ve been poor practice to show such favoritism but Fuegoleon reasoned with himself that this would be a one-time thing. That his regular donations to orphanages around the country balanced it out.

Of course, some shirts and tunics had been kept. He had ensembles of formal wear as a prince rather than a captain. Other shirts were sentimental articles that were given as gifts to him.

But for the most part, Fuegoleon had emptied his closet and dresser of the clothes that no longer… matched his appearance.

Fuegoleon reached to touch his right shoulder but stopped right before he did.

He could’ve easily kept his old attire and tied the right sleeve of his shirts so they wouldn’t simply hang off his body. And his robe would cover his shoulder anyhow. But Fuegoleon had decided to order new clothes that would lack a right sleeve altogether.

Fuegoleon avoided any clothes that would require tying a part of it. He thought “if I tire and cannot maintain the spell to form the arm, I shouldn’t wear anything that would be difficult to put on or remove with only one hand.”

Quietly, Fuegoleon sat on his bed. He took deep breaths.

There was no going back to the way things were. He had been changed, for better or worse, and he would adapt.

He was starting small, with his clothes, and would work his way to bigger things from there.

...

Leopold's Change

For some reason, Leopold felt more fired up after his most recent training session than he did before. Perhaps it was the rush of showing his Mana Method spells to the Crimson Lion Kings. Or maybe he was excited to be back with his companion after so long in Heart Kingdom. Either way, Leopold was practically bouncing through the halls, on the way to shower off the sweat and grime from the sparring matches.

“Your flames have grown quite brilliant, Lord Leopold,” Forte remarked, while gesturing his arms out. “It’s truly incredible!”

“There was no doubt that you’d come back much stronger,” Randall patted Leopold on the shoulder as he said this.

“Aw, man. You guys don’t have to flatter me so much,” Leopold replied. “But thanks. I’m glad my work is showing.”

“There’s something else I’ve noticed,” Blaire, one of the women of the squad, said with a thoughtful look in her eyes. “Hold still for a moment, Leo.”

“Hm?” Despite his confused look, Leopold stopped walking.

“Now stand up straight. Best posture you can manage,” she instructed and Leopold followed suit. “Ben, you’re nice and tall. Back-to-back.”

Leopold and Ben stood with their backs to each other. After a moment of the Knights looking on curiously…

“Lord Leopold, you shot up!”

“Look at that growth!”

“You must’ve grown a whole ten centimeters!”

The Crimson Lion Kings laughed and clapped Leopold’s back.

“C’mon, it’s not such a big deal!” Leopold’s face heated up as his squadmates teasingly fawned over him.

But… It was nice.

To have his co-workers acknowledge his growth, in multiple ways, and celebrate it. It was a warm encouragement that kept him going, pushing him to strive even more to grow into a man that they could be proud of. That they might one day follow as their captain.

Leopold’s face broke out into a grin. He wasn’t his brother or sister. Be would never become them. But he’d become a better Leopold whose flame would burn just as bright as theirs.

#black clover #fire vermillion month #mereoleona vermillion #fuegoleon vermillion #leopold vermillion #black clover fanfic #leopold's blurb isn't entirely focused on leopold's new look being his height #but it was about him changing in general #and just the height thing was a connecting thread to the prompt #just... ugh leo's growth hakdhfadhfaiour

[qsphyxias]

daisy. spotted. pillow.

if you fetishize mlm/nblm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; pillow fluff, pillow talk? with quest!!

warnings ; cussing, kissing, fluff, the funnies, not very serious, just fluff and fun, unintentional gn reader - i was planning for it to be male but alas

note ; i did a drawing to go with it too! (At the end)

words ; 0.7k +

⊱ ────── {⋅.sunshine - steve lacy.⋅} ────── ⊰

slowly but surely, your eyes were forced open by the harsh rays of sunlight breaking through panned glass from the window, causing you to wake up earlier than you wanted. hissing, you used your forearm to shield your eyes from the light like a certain shallow, yet fashionable vampire. with one arm sticking to your face, you rolled over and felt around on your bed with your other arm, trying to find your favourite daisy-spotted pillow. you let out a noise of surprise, as your palm met with tough skin instead of soft cotton.

"ouch." a gruff yet playful voice erupted from the other side of the bed, causing you to peel the arm covering your eyes away so you could check on quest. "oh! sorry, are you okay?" you rolled to the other side of the bed to coddle your boyfriend, only to have every ounce of guilt disperse from your system as you saw the pillow he clutched so comfortably in his arms. rubbing his cheek against it. tucking his arm underneath it. it felt like you witnessed infidelity.

it was your favourite. daisy-spotted. pillow.

you grimaced at him, frowned, gave him the dirtiest look you have ever given anyone in your entire life. you crossed your arms and bore your eyes into his soul, expecting him to apologize.

quest would be sweating bullets at your stare if he wasn't so infatuated with everything you did; sometimes being loved by this man can have a downside as he doesn't find anything you do, threatening.

for example, that one time quest accidentally crushed your keyboard mouse because he wasn't used to the weight of it. you got mad, because he hadn't told you and tried to blame it on gravity. you called him by his full name, mustering your scariest look on him, and all he did was kiss you in the midst of your rage.

"quest.." your warning voice quickly turned into a childish whine. "i want my pillow back."

for a second, you weren't even sure if he heard you, as he just stared at you with the silliest grin without any indication that he was planning to return your pillow.

"que- hey!" with a gentle and swift movement, quest took the hand that was tucked underneath the pillow and tenderly guided you onto his pillow covered chest. "is this better?" he grinned against your ear, lips brushing against your cheek. you could practically hear the heart emojis in between his words.

with your face flushed, arms tucked between your chest and his, the pillow pathetically stuck between the both of you, you'd say—"...yes." yes. yes, it was better.

quest seemed content with your response, his rough hands happily rubbing up and down your spine seemed to show it. "i'm glad, angel." his silly smile widened, and he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. closing his eyes to enjoy the lazy morning with you, he whispered, "next time you need a pillow, just ping me."

you groaned, shoving him away, "you really had to ruin the moment like that, huh?" you feigned annoyance, but the laughter bubbling in your throat screwed you over.

"i don't know what you're talking about, that was extremely romantic!" he snorted, stretching his large arms back over to you to bring you back towards him. "yeah, sure, okay, discord mod." your grin grew even wider when quest finally caught you and brought you back in, pillow long forgotten and thrown off the bed. "say what you will, but you fell for this discord mod." he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, rough hands dropping and landing against the side of your stomach when he leaned over to stare down at you.

"ah, don't remind me of the biggest mistake of my entire adult life. worse than the time i thought peeing in the public pool at the water park was a good idea." you sighed dejectedly, eyes droopy and full of feigned regret. quest laughed hard, so hard that he crumbled up and fell against you, head landing against your chest and causing the entire bed frame to tremble.

the laughter was briefly slowed to a stop with a soft sigh, then followed by a sincere remark. "seriously though. if you need a pillow, i'm always here, angel. okay?"

you smiled knowingly, "okay."

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

#[ ☁︎.quest ] #male reader fluff #fanfiction #blooming panic #bloomic #blooming panic quest #bp quest #blooming panic x reader #quest x reader #bp quest x reader #blooming panic fanart #blooming panic fanfic #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral mc #gender neutral imagine #male reader blog #quest blooming panic #quest bp #quest x reader blooming panic #blooming panic fluff #fanfiction fluff

[spadecentral]

✉ Will of Azul Ashengrotto | Octotrio

>> requested: yes, by @v-anrouge >> a/n: im losing my touch

>> masterlist: here!! >> synopsis: Azul overdoses >> reader prns: n/a >> warning(s): overdosing; bullying; death; crying; possible ooc(?)

Azul had started taking his anxiety medication more frequently. Much more frequently. The lorazepam bottle was half empty at the beginning of the week. It was Thursday now. Another eighth of the bottle was downed.

Azul's vision began to blur as he slumped closer and closer to his desk. His quill pen began to slip out from his fingers. As he hazily reached for the feather again, his head hit the desk and he drifted unto unconciousness.

He was eight again. Eight and foolishly unaware of the world around him. Swimming outside, he had quickly found a group of merfolk.

"Uhm... ex-excuse me...?" he timidly asked.

He should have realized that he shouldn't have done that.

"Ew!"

"Who is that?"

"_____, I think you mean what is that?!"

"H-huh?!" child Azul was shocked. Had they never met an octopus merfolk before? "I'm a merfolk! J-just like you!"

"No you aren't!!!"

"Get away from me!"

Thirteen and sitting in his octopot. He had never forgotten the words of those kids. Never. Not even if they were silly, childish, or wrong. Those words would be ingrained in his mind until he died.

Knock knock

The lid of his octopot was lifted, bringing light into the cauldron and burning Azul's eyes.

"Eehh~? What's in here, Jade?" a teal face leaned over the opening, and stared down at Azul.

"Hm? I don't know, Floyd." an identical voice sounded. "What is in there?"

A finger came down and poked Azul on the tentacle, making him bolt upright. "H-hey! I don't know if you know this or not but you can't.."

Azul trailed off when he saw two identical eel merfolk looking at him intently. "Ah, uh... you- you can't just do... that."

"Hm," the first shrugged, before swimming back over to the pot. "Whatcha got in here?"

He picked up golden papers and sifted through each of them, semi-reading what was on each page.

"Don't touch those!" Azul swam over and snatched his contracts out of the eel's hands.

"They are quite fascinating..." the one called Jade said.

"You too!" Azul yelled, frustrated. "Don't touch my contracts!"

"Azul?" Jade knocked on the door of the head office of the Mostro Lounge, a cup of warm tea with him.

No response.

"Azul?" the merfolk again asked through the door.

Opening the door, he found his boss slouched over wet ink. Sighing, he placed the teacup down on the coffee table and poked Azul on the shoulder.

"Oh my, it seems the ever-guarded Azul Ashengrotto has fallen asleep." Jade smiled eerily. "Wake up now, Azul. You wouldn't want my brother to see you like this. Who knows what he would do."

Normally, Azul would wake up at even the mention of Floyd. But this time he didn't. Jade noticed the shallowness of his breath before looking over at the supposed contract.

Will of Azul Ashengrotto.

Jade paled significantly. The almost-empty bottle of pills somehow just made themselves noticeable to the teal-haired boy. Hastily, he picked them up, reading the contents. He never knew that Azul took anxiety medication.

The teenager checked Azul's pulse. It was almost unreadable. Picking Azul up bridal-style, he almost ran to the nurses office.

The magic mirror was too slow. The students in his way were too slow. Azul's heartbeat was too slow. Everything was too slow for Jade.

Azul flatlined as he was put onto the bed. Jade didn't need the heart monitor to know. He knew. He just... knew.

Tears that he didn't know he had poured out of his eyes. Jade shook so much that he had to sit on an infirmary chair right next to Azul. Tentatively, he took Azul's hand. It was so cold. So much colder than usual, anyway. How was he supposed to tell Floyd? How was he supposed to tell Octavinelle? How was he supposed to tell them he failed at keeping their housewarden alive?

Floyd didn't take the news well. Jade never expected him to. His twin took it hard. So hard. He wrecked the entire office. He threw glasses, plates, silverware, anything he could find really. Hell, Floyd even attacked his brother. Jade excuses him for that. It was wrong to not get there sooner. If he had just made the tea a little sooner... if he had just knocked a little earlier... if he had noticed before, this wouldn't have happened.

Floyd held up a gold paper with one hand, "What is this?"

"..." Jade stood silent.

"What is this, hah?" Floyd demanded of his brother, shoving it in his face.

"Ashengrotto's... will." Jade took hold of the paper. He had just noticed the wobbly signature at the bottom corner.

"Get on with it," Floyd's voice broke, coming out roughly.

"Okay, Floyd."

Jade sucked in a breath before starting to read.

Will of Azul Ashengrotto

I, Azul Ashengrotto, a resident of Coral Sea, declare that this is my will. I revoke all wills and codicils that I have previously made. I am currently not married, nor in any romantic relationship. I leave my position as owner of Mostro Lounge to Jade Leech, as well as all contracts I have made. I leave half of my thaumarks to Floyd Leech, as well as my seashell staff. I leave the other half of my thaumarks to my mother, ______ Ashengrotto, as well as my octopot and glasses. I direct my executor to take all actions legally permissible to have the probate of my will done as simply and as free of court supervision as possible under the laws of the state having jurisdiction over this will, including filing a petition in the appropriate court for the independent administration of my estate. If any beneficiary under this will contests this will or any of its provisions, any share or interest in my estate given to the contesting beneficiary under this will is revoked and shall be disposed of as if that contesting beneficiary had not survived me. I, Azul Ashengrotto, the testator, sign my name to this instrument, this Saturday of February 20th. I declare that I sign and execute this instrument as my last will, that I sign it willingly, and that I execute it as my free and voluntary act. I declare that I am of the age of majority or otherwise legally empowered to make a will, and under no constraint or undue influence.

Signature: Azul Ashengrotto

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#tw: overdose #tw: death #tw: bullying #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #foyd leech #jade and floyd #azul angst #jade angst #floyd angst #twst #twisted wonderland #twst azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twst azul ashengrotto #twst jade leech #twst floyd leech #twst angst #twisted wonderland angst #Youtube #@.twst.works

[deadlysoupy]

Hiiiii Soupster, saw the silly character thing : )

Bumblebee - 3, 12

Starscream - 2, 25

& 20 for both hehe xoxo

HIII YIPPEE THANK YOU!!!!! (double thank yous bc i get to obnoxiously destroy this post with so many words)

Bumblebee

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

oooh some people may not like this answer because yikes but i straight-up hate how muteness becomes his character trait. Prime is the most guilty of this, the Bumblebee movie takes second place. in Prime, he can still talk and most bots and even humans can understand him - so what's the point?? if you only have this as a clutch for a character and personality, then i'm sorry, but it comes off as shallow. he's supposed to look like a child soldier burdened by war, but it's not a personality: beyond that, he's sometimes a kid, sometimes arrogant, and sometimes badass. add "being mute" and "disabled", and it becomes really weird. why can't he use other methods of communicating? i don't know and it actually makes me frustrated

same thing with the Bumblebee movie. he doesn't have any personality except "cute", "childish" and "mute". it is a bit better because he expresses himself through his actions and body language rather than a language everyone knows, but at the end of the day his traits are very shallow. and i am very sad and bitter about this

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

hehe too many 🥰🥰 no not actually too many i'm rather bad at headcanons, so mostly for TFE

he's a "medic" to the Terrans, has first-aid training and helps them if they get hurt, but anything serious he's unable to treat

body dysmorphia, because look at him in ep 12 and tell me he doesn't have any opinion on JB's comment, i dare you

he wasn't sparked (forged??) during the war and he had some time to live on a normal Cybertron before it all went caput

and there aren't any particular ages in cybertronian biology to track of, so i can very hardly ever call him a child soldier, but he does fit the boxes so... shrugs (there's an overdue post from me which analyses the times he did show he was a "child" during war, but i ditched it in early stages because i would grasp at straws a lot and there isn't enough evidence. still a fun thought)

Starscream

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

I LOVE THAT HE'S A SCIENTIST i can't help it. i always believe that every character has to have a hobby (i guess relatively racing counts for Bee since he does enjoy it), and in other continuities i don't see Starscream having anything to do other than to scheme and backstab, so i absolutely adore whenever in G1 (which is only two times i believe BUT STILL) he does science. it would make sense! he's smart! he has to do SOMETHING before the war starts. absolute chad

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

OH MY GOD LMAO i didn't think of him much when i first watched Animated in, like, 2022, but then, when i came back into tf-watching, after TFE i went for a hunt on other tf-related media. Starscream didn't entice my interest much except in Prime and Animated, but then, silly me, i learned of the comics, specifically RID and TAAO. there was no coming back from that one LMAO i really liked him in the comics and for a long time i had felt like it was one of the only truest characterisations of him

besides the meta stuff, i used to think he was just evil and selfish and i didn't care much for him, but i've grown since then lmao and i have an eye out for anti-heroes and villains now (i did used to think it was black and white, tf changes people istg). now he's a blorbo i constantly pick at but surprisingly have never written a centered piece yet. i should. he's fun. i think i just don't like writing characters with depression (sorry)

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I MEAN. STARBEE RIGHT. YEAH? okay. (they're two halves of the same coin and Bumblebee always tries to peel back Starscream's layers while he's afraid of letting others know the real him and in turn Starscream lets Bumblebee be angry and snarky when he wasn't allowed to in the past DO YOU UNDERSTAND-)

but also i think Bumblebee's friendship with Hot Rod/Rodimus from any universe is really nice, i feel like they have this cute bond of being young and reckless sometimes. i wish idw didn't do them so dirty with their competitiveness or whatever thing they had. they really seemed to get along in Cyberverse. ALSO of COURSE his friendship/brotherhood with Breakdown in TFE, because they're so touchy and affectionate with each other it makes me wonder a lot about their past together and what exactly tore them apart considering they were so close. ghaaa the horrors of war!!!! its the oldest trick in the book and it gets me every time

for Starscream - absolutely Skyfire/Jetfire (i like the Skyfire name more and i don't know why). G1 is so big-brained with how they treated these two. if they are a couple - i absolutely adore it and i don't usually mind when they're paired together instead of starbee, because i can see it too. they have great chemistry (lmao that's a science joke) and i'd love to see more of them in other media. just get him away from Megatron plz

#god this took a LONG time to write lmao #at least my classes are good for something #thanks for asking ryan!!!! ily <3 #asks

[materassassino]

For the prompts- I know I could ask for a Tolkien thing but....DinLuke with "I'll take the couch" maybe?

-crownlessliestheking

I struggled a little at first, but then I managed. Thank you for the prompt!

Send me a pairing and a prompt!

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“I’ll take the couch,” Din says, clipped in a way Luke has learnt to not take personally.

Luke doesn’t know how to begin to figure out how he feels about that. This new, stilted friendship with this coltish undercurrent of… of something. Growing respect, yes, perhaps a burgeoning trust, but also… flickers, like fluttering moon moth wings, of something else. Something like attraction.

He’s told himself not to act on it. This is purely for Grogu’s sake, this is purely courtesy, this is only a favour, and it’s the last time, this is just a very superficial friendship, more a work partnership, really… and yet his foolish mind keeps entertaining silly fantasies, his idiot heart keeps thudding from his chest whenever Din is close.

There’d been only one bed, and the stupid childish part of him, the part he’d thought he’d grown out of years ago, leaps at the idea of sharing a bed with Din. Din lying alongside him, breathing evenly in slumber, dreaming of Force knows what, beside him. It almost steals Luke’s breath away with the potency of it.

But there is a couch in the room as well. And Din is a practical man.

“Of course,” Luke says, burying his disappointment deep within and drawing the Jedi doctrine around himself like a cloak, a barrier. “Unless you’d rather I did?”

“I’ve slept in worse places,” Din says, and that makes Luke’s heart break.

He’s tried so very hard to not feel as deeply as he used to. To keep his emotions in check, keep them shallow, keep the sea of his feelings – not just for Din, but for everyone he loves – around his ankles. He’s been doing a passable job. But with Din the tide surges and he’s submerged, well-honed emotional control scattered like flotsam on the waves. He feels so strongly with Din, so powerfully, that he cannot pretend not to any longer. And he longs to give in to those emotions.

And he will respect Din’s boundaries, and he will not act on this. It is not his place. This is one of those moments where, no matter how much he longs for it, he will not allow himself to entertain having it.

They bed down for the night. It’s warm in the tavern room, stuffy enough that Luke sheds his upper layers and sleeps with his arms bare. Din curls in on himself on the couch – which looks supremely uncomfortable – and utters not a peep.

But sleep is elusive. All Luke can do is stare at the ceiling, glare at it, even, arms folded in annoyance. He can feel Din is awake, as well, for all he attempts to mask it with even breathing. He can’t sleep either, and that, as much as Luke’s own insomnia, weighs on his mind. Why is he even awake?

Luke sits up, stares across the room to the unbearably small sofa.

“The bed’s big enough for two, Din.”

He expects to be ignored. He’d deserve it, this is a mad suggestion, it sinks its claw into the edges of their dance around each other and pries it open, bare to the moon and the sight of the world. It’s dangerous for the both of them to admit to it, to allow it out into the light.

Instead Din leans up, on his elbows, and stares. Luke cannot trace his gaze – he can’t see it behind the visor, after all – but he almost fancies he can feel it on him, like something physical, something tangible and hot on his skin. And the surge he feels in the Force, of unabashed longing, almost makes him dizzy.

“You’re sure?” Din asks, and Luke knows he’s asking about more than just sharing a bed. No, this is about everything, everything they are and, most importantly, everything they could be. This is a precipice, and they stand across from each other: they can either retreat from the edge, and turn away, or leap.

Luke knows what he should do. What would be right and proper. The Jedi thing to do.

He licks his lips.

“Yes,” he rasps, voice caught in the back of his throat.

He runs, leaps, and they catch hands in mid-air.

Din is across the room, yanking his helmet off. His lips are hot on Luke’s, his scruff and his moustache rough on his cheeks, and his hands slightly hesitant, but Luke laughs with breathless desire and welcomes it all. He parts his legs and welcomes Din between them, and slowly they undo each other in a lead-and-follow Luke hasn’t indulged in for years. It’s a sweet, burning joy that carries them all the way until morning.

When morning does come, it brings with it Din’s arms around his waist, and a sense of serenity Luke hasn’t felt in what seems like forever. Oh, he’s projected serenity, sought it, forced himself into it, painted his face with it until he could pretend it was his own in the mirror, but it’s never been like this. It’s never felt entirely natural until now.

He loves being a Jedi. He was born to be it, it’s in his blood and his core and every moment of his life, his upbringing, every decision has led to it. It’s a certainty, as certain as celestial movements and the passage of time, that he is a Jedi. But perhaps he can also have… this. Have them. What could it hurt?

“What does this make us?” Din asks, breath warm against the back of his neck. Luke runs a hand along Din’s forearm, and hums.

“It makes us something good,” he replies. Din huffs in amusement, something ticklish on Luke’s skin, and that’s enough, really.

On the way out, Luke eyes the ugly, uncomfortable couch, and gives it a silent thank you.

#star wars #dinluke #the mandalorian #luke skywalker #din djarin #pixie writes #prompt fic #this was fun #i like writing internalised jedi guilt luke

[mythica0]

Whimsy

🎂: ROTTMNT

🧁: Donnie, Raph

🍫: Leo, Mikey

Summary: The Lair has been a little too serious and dreary for the sunshine brothers, so they decide to be silly and bring some laughter!

A/N: I finally figured out how I want this to go! This is mainly build up but there are tickles at the end! We love the sillies! This is your friendly reminder to be silly and whimsical people! Enjoy!

Whimsy

It was quiet. It had been a tough week for the turtles.

This caused a serious atmosphere around the lair, Donnie held up in his lab all the time and Raph usually training or exercising.

However, Leo and Mikey were hanging together in the latters room. The sunshine duo didn’t like the somber attitude from their brothers, so they were trying to figure something out.

They kept brainstorming ideas on how to bring some laughter and light back into the space.

Once they had a list, they were ready to set up the plan. However, they both had a thought just as they were about to leave Mikey’s room.

“I have another idea!” They said at the same time.

Leo pointed to Mikey as if to say ‘you first’ and Mikey nodded.

“What if we tickle them! Then they have no choice but to laugh and be happy!”

“No way, that was my thought too! We can make them be silly and childish for a moment!”

“Let’s add it to the list!”

Then they moved along into the common room to set it up.

They had a long list to get through, but the first one was a surprise pizza party!

They had some hand-made decorations, (curtesy of Mikey of course)pizza to eat and more!

They even made sure to get music that was funny or silly in some way.

After that, the next step was getting the others in there!

“Hey Donnie, Raph, we ordered pizza!”

“Cool! Be right there!” Donnie shouted out.

A few seconds later, the two were in the common area entrance, confusion written on their faces.

“Surprise! We planned a little party! We got pizza, soda and music!”Mikey explained.

“What- why? What’s the goal here?” Donnie questioned.

“To have fun, of course! Now come on!”

Raph stood there a moment and then heard what music was playing and chuckled a bit. “Is this weird al?”

“You bet cha!”

Mikey and Leo nodded at eachother. Time for the next item in their list! Some signature Leo dad-jokes! (A/N: these are actually a bunch of dad jokes I just have in my phone lol)

Leo walked up to the set Microphone on the far side of the room.

“Are you guys ready for some killer jokes!” He called out.

Donnie rolled his eyes and groaned, but he was smiling. This was working!

“Why don’t you sharpen a broken pencil?”

“Why?”

“Cause it’s pointless!” That got a few giggles.

“What’s the difference between a piano, a tuna, and a pot of glue?”

“You can tuna piano, but you can’t piano a tuna.”

Donnie raised an eyebrow. “What about the glue?”

Leo smirked and winked. “I knew you’d get stuck there!”

Donnie groaned to hide his light laughs. “Walked right into that didn’t I?”

“Why did the ocean break up with the pond?”

“It thought the pond was too shallow!”

“Oh, great” Donnie groaned again.

“What did the pond reply?”

Donnie just sharpened his gaze and said “what?”

“Oh you’re just salty!”

Raph actually burst into small giggles from that one, and Donnie just put his face to the floor.

It was supposed to look like an intense facepalm, but Leo knew he was hiding laughter. So did Mikey, so he just tapped Donnie on the shoulder and whispered.

“You allowed to laugh, you know. “

The soft shell didn’t lift his head from the floor as he just spoke slowly, “bahad johoke”

“Then why are you laughing?”

Seeing the interaction reminded Leo of something that had made his twin laugh before.

“Oh, woe is me! My twin thought the joke was so bad he had to hide! What a shame~”

That broke the others facade, as he broke into giggles at his twins overplayed plea.

“Yohou’re sohoho drahahahamahahatic!”

Leo smiled at the sound.

The slider continued telling jokes for a minute, and eventually got off the stage, all three of his brothers laughing at least a bit.

They continued down their list, playing some video games, doing a little improv game (for the theater kids AKA disaster twins)

And lastly, the arrived to the final item on their list.

“So, brothers, there’s one last thing we want to do!”

“What would that be?” Raph asked

The sunshine brothers walked up to the others, Mikey towards Raph, and Leo towards Donnie.

“Oh, nothing,” Mikey started, “just this!” And right on cue, both of them started to tickle.

Mikey scratched against Raph’s shell spikes, causing him to fall forward in laughter.

Leo traced Donnie’s sides in random patterns, making him to squirm and giggle.

“Whyhyhy!” The soft shell called.

“Because you two need a bit of childishness!” Leo responded, with Mikey adding,

“And laughter and silliness! That’s why we did all of this!”

The soft shell and Snapper just laughed and laughed!

When Leo moved to Donnie’s she’ll, he started pounding his fist on the ground through his laughter.

Raph had started to tear up a bit from laughing so much.

Leo and Mikey got up and retrieved some water for the older brothers. (A/N: I am a “Donnie is the older twin” supporter because Leo and Mikey give me younger sibling energy)

After recovering, the four just talked and had fun together the rest of the evening.

It was so much fun to fill the lair with whimsy!

———THE END————————————————

#parrotwrites #sfw tickle community #rottmnt tickle #lee!donnie #lee!raph #ler!leo #ler!mikey

[council-of-beetroot]

Hello. I'm pretty new to this fandom, joined because of the great fanworks that I have stumbled across and i've been enjoying the fanon interpretations of Poland's character you guys had.

Recently, i've decided to check out the canon stuff about him and it turned out to be... rather disappointing. There's still some stuff that I liked, like some of the silliness. sassy attitude and his little capes. But overall, at least for me, he comes across as an unlikable character with very few positive qualities or moments. He seems incredibly self centered, childish, incompetent and lacks common sense to a ridiculous degree. While i'm all in for making fun of ourselves, I'm even a polandball enjoyer, at least in polandball, every character is shallow and ridiculed. In hetalia, most of the characters are more well-rounded, and Poland does not come across as one of them. There's just not much positive qualities to balance it out.

The lack of polish stereotypes is also glaring. The only ones that i've noticed are selfishness (not very specific, every country did what it needed to thrive but spot on i'd say) and being incredibly dumb, which I believe comes from 'polish jokes', based on hima's comments and the two comics about them that he had made. And well, I'm personally not really fond of this stereotype, especially if it's supposed to be the main basis of his character. (I've even seen some people saying this is spot on and citing an example used by nazi propaganda to prove this claim. As a polish person, this rubs me the wrong way and I find these claims kinda hurtful). By this, I'm not saying he should be an edgy ""true pole"", but some more relevant stereotypes would've been nice.

(And, for the record, I don't really mind the femboy thing. Actually, I find it hilarious how it aligned with the semi-recent meme of "Average polish male is an anime femboy", unrelated. Although, I don't like it when people portray it as his only character trait)

Another thing is, his relationship with Lithuania. Aside from maybe 4 scenes (one of which is a dream) where he does show concern/care for him, he's just... an asshole. He constantly pushes him around, ignores him, dumps his work onto him and is overall a bad friend (historically, fair. But it still leaves him unlikeable). When Lithuania is about to be taken away by Russia, he just treats it like a joke, does nothing and comments on his face. Considering the situation, that's REALLY terrible and Lithuania resents him for this, rightfully so. There are claims that he's improved in that regard nowadays, but there's hardly any canon stuff about him in present day, so it's hard to judge the character based on that.

There have been numerous theories i've stumbled upon that say that his behavior actually a ruse. I think that would make his character better if it was true, however there's little canon evidence for this. In one scene, we're told by bystanders that he usually doesn't act this silly, but we're never really shown this. In pretty much every comic he's consistently shown as clueless. If it was true, surely there would be a scene that hints at that? Or at least I didn't notice anything of that sort.

I've seen a lot of comments made about how he's actually strong and could fight but it's not really backed by what is shown in canon. On the contrary, he's consistently had been made out as incompetent, weak and needing to be saved by Lithuania.

In the battle of Grunwald comic Poland and his army are potrayed as well, shit, and Lithuania's army is badass, saves the day and is the only reason they won even though i'm pretty sure that's not even accurate. Of course, that is not to discredit Lithuania, they definitely had their part in this but so did Poland.

I understand that it was just for a silly webcomic, creative liberties can be taken and a japanese man is not going to be an expert on eastern european history but on top of everything else this feels like adding salt to the wound, especially since it's our most well known victory. (Other things i'm a bit salty about include complete lack of interactions with Hungary and the birthday date. And all the missed potential.)

To clarify, I don't hate hetalia, I like the characters and concept quite a bit, but i'm a bit disappointed about the potrayal of my country after seeing the cool fanon takes. I guess since I know it well I'd be critical of it the most.

I've really tried to find some positive things about him but I just wasn't able to. Am I missing something? Could you shed some light on the aspects of his canon character that you and other people like? I thought you would be the right person to ask this since you seem to love the guy. Sorry for the lengthy ramble. Thank you ^-^

Yeah I can't blame hima Because i had to make a series about nations of the world there are definitely some i have no clue about but I wish he would do more with Poland's character. I find this series to be pretty much tell don't show when it comes to characters like there will be things listed in bios but we never actually see them.

I know there was a long period where Poland was absent from the manga and the in the older manga editions (the last time before the one with Gamer Poland was was in 2013 or 2014) the characterisations aren't polished yet compared to now so we get a lot of weird aspects of personalities that Hima just kind of ignores now

If you watch the dub rather than the sub there is even more of a contrast where i was watching it and thinking about the dialogue changes that made it so Poland and Lithuania did nothing but insult each other which makes it hard to even think they would be friends.

The last strip Poland was in i feel was quite nice because he was actually a decent person for once. And we got this too where Himaruya actually talks about something Polish.

I have heard time to time that his character was based on some inside jokes so that might be why his character is so peculiar.

Another panel i think adds at least a teeny bit of depth is this one where Poland and Lithuania are actually enjoying each other's company. And it kind of suggests Poland has a bit more going on than at face level. However, like I said Hetalia is very tell don't show so we don't ever see those moments that would show him more subdued.

Here's one of my favourite panels

But yeah in general this fandom makes the source material way cooler than it actually is. I mean the fanart and fanfics are extremely high quality. Plus, i feel like with Poland in particular, he draws in a lot of people through the historical cultural aspects from people who are quite dedicated to creating a compelling story of Feliks Łukasiewicz and developing his character where Hima hasn't bothered to.

So i think it's a case where Hima just doesn't really know what to do with Poland and his characterization.

But yeah, that one panel with the light bulb jokes? Really Hima? 🙄 Or that scene with France and England that pisses me off because of how inaccurate it is and I'm tired of hearing the German tanks and Polish horses myth. Ngl, when i first heard of the show i thought Poland was going to be more offensive because a lot of the stereotypes given to Poles from outside Poland aren't very flattering.

Although now you got me thinking would i like Poland as a character as much if i wasn't Polish and didn't have that historical and cultural background to add. Is that why other characters to me feel flat? Because i don't know the history of those countries and Hima doesn't either.

Some positive aspects i try to find in his character are

He's very out of the box in his thinking. Which to me fits the polish spirit i mean the nation always seems to do things their own way

He seems to get along with people well. I mean he is always shown with completely random characters half the time.

I do like to delve deeper into his social anxiety because i can totally relate as someone who is extraverted but has severe social anxiety

The fact that he is someone who remains cheerful after everything he's been through

Least Hima gave him an actual Polish name

I do like that he is more than just someone who has been through a rough history. You see so often in other works where characters are pretty much their trauma and not much more.

And his gender nonconformity is honestly so iconic. Despite how things are now, if you look back at polish history, you can see that Poland was surprisingly progressive at times (It was fair for it's day). So i feel like it fits a country that always kind of paved it's own path and did it's own thing to have the personification do their own thing as well. Plus, it is just so fun of Feliks too.

This is very rambly so i apologize if it's difficult to read and figure out what I'm trying to say here because i don't really know 🤣

#hetalia #hws poland #aph poland #anon

[echologname]

The phrase, "More than friends" implies that having a relationship based off of romantic or sexual attraction is somehow better than the good ol' friend-zone. This ideology is pretty shallow, undermining how precious good friends are in our lives.

I don't feel romantic or sexual attraction, so all I can offer other people is to be a good friend. We'll be silly and laugh until our abdomens ache, trust each other with our deepest secrets, share everything like food and clothes, go through intense moments where we're like, "OMG! How the heck did we survive?" and just be there for each other, happily existing in each other's lives.

I enjoy watching other people enjoy forms of non-platonic love and they're definitely special in their own ways, I'm just highlighting that having a friend isn't cheesy or childish. In fact, friendship requires a lot emotional maturity to let yourself become vulnerable to someone who was a stranger once but now you can't imagine your life without them and if they ever left, you feel like you'd fall apart but know that it just means you'll find another friend to spend some time together until your paths divulge and the cycle repeats.

I think this is the best part about humanity, extending love to people we don't know well and getting to know them more, letting their personal experiences, interests and personalities shape us and make us better people who are more empathetic towards one another. The more we take a few moments to understand a random individual, the more we'll see ourselves within every one and that we're not so different after all.

I wouldn't put a label on what form of love is "more" or "less" than another, all are very powerful and sacred to those who have had the privilege to experience one of them. So, just enjoy loving others and being loved and cherish the people in your life no matter what relation they have to you, because they're there for a reason.

#aromantic #asexual #platonic love

[paintingformike]

i really will never get the idea of mileven ever being romantically in love...i mean even while i was watching s1-s2 i thought it was just puppy love/genuine care for each other? this isnt even me trying to discount their relationship im just saying that they liked each other and obviously care deeply for each other but imo they were never in LOVE love like that 🤔

i truly do believe that mike genuinely liked her/was attracted to her but imo it wasnt as deep as romantic love it was more on the hinges of infatuation and i feel like season 3 and 4 just further emphasizes that point. in season 1 they knew each other for like a week before they were separated and didnt see each other for a year in season 2 so i really dont think they had enough time to develop this kind of really deep romantic feelings for each other. mike tried to reach her constantly everyday in season 2 but it doesnt necessarily have to be out of being in love with her, he just genuinely cared about her wellbeing and also the grief of having to watch her “die” right in front of his eyes...then in season 3 we see how their relationship was portrayed in a very shallow way, all they do is make out everyday and ignore their friends and dont have meaningful bonding times like sharing interests, when they break up its played as a joke and mike had to be prompted into apologizing to her/owning up to his mistakes. they’re never shown to have deep conversations or heart-to-hearts alone past season 2 and the closest they got to it was the “blank makes you crazy” or their season 4 argument. they actually barely know anything about each other when you think about it, because mike tries to suppress his “nerd” self when he’s with her (which is ultimately his true self) and mike barely takes the time to know her (only thing i remember is him knowing she loves eggos and her favorite colors but other than that...he never even let her explore some interests outside of making out with him in season 3 LMFAO)

i dont even have to say it but yeah the very clear problem in season 4 of mike struggling to say the L word to el just makes this ring true, the way he said that they usually only got into silly fights but this one felt more adult (a fight they couldnt come back from), i actually feel like this dialogue was the writers’ way of showing how they really were still just kids that liked each other/were infatuated with each other because they jumped into a relationship a little too fast (knowing each other for a week and suddenly kissing, getting separated for a year and immediately after that they start dating) and how this kind of relationship with a weak foundation was doomed to fail. it also shows during their argument in s4 when mike got a callback to “mouthbreathers” and how he thinks these outside forces were the ones ruining their relationship, i actually thought it was very telling of how childish/immature he still was while in that moment i feel like el was slowly starting to realize their relationship couldnt last like that, that she was going to outgrow it and may have to break up with mike soon because his mindset was way behind compared to hers and she was beginning to realize she didnt need him (ahem the van scene). then we get the monologue at the end and mike being referenced to romeo lmfao...like romeo and juliet was a “love at first sight” story just like how mike claimed to have loved el at first sight...but ultimately it ended in failure for romeo and juliet cause it really was just a case of silly infatuation. i put two and two together and realized this is probably why mike’s monologue felt very childish and all over the place and it was intentionally written that way. and now i actually believe that the vines tightening around el wasnt because mike INTENTIONALLY lied to her, it was probably because while she was listening to him she realized it didnt make her as happy/satisfied as it was supposed to be, she felt bad because prior to the monologue she was already starting to outgrow the problem and come to terms with the absence of romantic love in their relationship and didnt need the confession from him anymore (lets be real she was about to break up with him in surfer boy pizza).

this got a little too long but anyways this is where byler comes into place. their relationship is contrasted to mileven’s in that they have years of friendship, trust and communication as their foundation, in s3 and s4 their arguments are so blatantly paralleled, we get mike being unable to take responsibility for his actions that quickly when it comes to el, but with will he immediately feels bad and can’t stand being in bad terms with him for longer than a day. s4 is even more blatant in showing the healthier/more compatible relationship between the two because its will who constantly reassures/comforts mike of all his insecurities and problems, they have constant heart-to-hearts and meaningful conversations all throughout the season and the fact that will is the second love interest in this equation shouldve immediately made people realize where the narrative was going. you can even just compare the s4 mlvn scenes to byler scenes and how in most mlvn scenes they never get to have a quiet/intimate time alone (plus will’s presence is always there) while byler have had MULTIPLE intimate conversations together. they’re trying to show who actually has been the right person for mike this whole time, who has been selflessly loving him in silence and even sacrificed his feelings for the sake of mike’s happiness, and the ultimate narrative pay off for him would be that mike will come to find out that el had nothing to do with the painting that made him feel so valued and loved after such a long time and the feelings that touched his emotions so deeply and got him to say “ily” to his gf were will’s all along. and this is why im 100% convinced of them ending up together, its the inevitable conclusion to their arcs 🤷‍♀️

#i dont know if i was able to word this coherently #but its another thinkpiece that gives me a lot of confidence in byler #it doesnt even take a genius or a good writer to figure out tbh #its gonna end with mike realizing its will who has always been there for him #while el's growth exists completely divorced from him #i genuinely cant be convinced otherwise that byler is endgame cause it just makes complete sense #with all the proof we have and where the narrative is obviously pointing #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #byler endgame #byler proof #byler analysis #byler evidence #stranger things #st