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[oya-oya-okay]

Hi Oya! ♠️

I guess something I was wondering about ShuZul, was if Azul or Shuu ever unconsciously “imitate” their other’s habits. Or like common actions that they do often..🧐 (I feel like I remember that happening once in a post you made, but I might be misremembering - or just in some drawings you made that - sorry if this is a repetitive question 🥹)

like if Azul ever sung a song, Shuu would unconsciously start humming it without realizing it..

And if sooo, do they get embarrassed (could be something else) or do they kind of not realize it, but other people do ^^. Whether that be Azul or Shuu, or even just other people like Floyd. I guess I’m more so wondering more about their reactions, even what other NRC cast think.

Sorry, I’m not great with questions 😭

Have a great day Oya! 🧡

DEEEAAAAARRRR😭💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖THANK YOU VERY MUCH OMGGG😭😭😭💥💕💥💥💕💥💕💥💕💥💕 I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS AT ALL!!🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 YK, I HAVE A HALLOWEEN COMIC IN MY PLANS AND SHUU SHOULD BE WEARING THIS OUTFIT!!❤️💓❤️💓❤️ YOU REALLY DID A CUTE HAIRSTYLE FOR HER!❣️❣️❣️ I WILL DEFINITELY USE IT, OMG!!😳🥰💖💖💖💖

THANK YOU SOOO MUCHHH😭💗💗💗💗 SHE LOOKS REALLY ADORABLE AND COOL💥❤️❤️💕💓💖💥💓💥💓💓❣️❤️

AND YES, YOU'RE RIGHT!!😍💕💕💕💕 SOMETIMES THEY REALLY REPEAT THEMSELVES AFTER EACH OTHER!💖💗💖💗 It doesn't always happen, but sometimes it does!🤗 I think it's because they're kind of similar in some ways, but in general it's because they spend a lot of time together and therefore unconsciously do it...💕❤️💕❤️ I'll answer this in another post and tag you!! I'm very flattered that you remember that😭😭😭❤️💖❤️💖❤️💕💕

ALSOOOOOO A SMALL GIFT!!💖💖💖💖💖

I really admire how much you draw for everyone🥺😭💕💗💕💗💕💗💕 You are really very KIND and charming! Thank you so much for your art!!!💖💕💖💕❤️💕❤️❤️💕

HAVE A NICE DAYYY SWEETIE💓💓💓💓

[rooksamoris]

Leona knew it was foolish to let something get between him and a nap. He looked down at the figure sleeping against his warm body. He could feel your breath against his chest. His ears twitched every time a little snore would escape you... he would have to bother you about that later. Just the night before you argued about whether or not you were a snorer. He should have taken out his phone to record some proof.

How did he let himself become so vulnerable? Like a domesticated house cat. He already collected the rodents and bugs because you were too scared to do it yourself.

The weather was nice today, the sun was up, but not blazing, the shade offered a comforting coolness. The grass was as welcoming as a bed after a hard day at practice. This was the perfect situation for a nap, and yet the slacker prince could not find it in him. He frowned at the thought. Watching you seemed to be so much more interesting. How did he get here, in his homeland, under a tree, with a bothersome rascal laying on his chest? And why did he want to keep you there forever?

He sighed and slipped one arm behind his head while the other reached down to poke your sleeping cheek, “And you drool,” he muttered, but where disgust should have filled his tone, there was a hint of fondness instead, “I could attack you right now,” he added, but he and the leaves shading you both knew he would never do it. 

Your cheek was pressed up on your arm, which was splayed on his chest like it belonged there.  

A little breeze went through the savanna, brushing through his hair and the trees. It was not too warm and not too cool today. He wrapped his arm around you, letting his hand rest on your back where he rubbed up and down. It was a move he learned from you. When he would bring you to cuddle in his dorm room, you would roll your eyes and rub his back, up and down, soothing him. Leona was too proud to admit how much he loved it. It was a strange thing, wanting to bring someone the same comfort they brought you.

You belonged here. With him.

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[fuzziiwuzzii]

It’s the 70s, Claudia and Madeleine are at the lesbian bar… I think they’re looking at you.

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

sorry we put your morally complex black female character in a fandom. yeah they're vilifying her for making difficult decisions under severe duress. yeah no it's too late, they're already writing porn about the random white guy with 30 seconds of screentime who did all the same bad stuff that she did but for worse reasons. yeah. yeah no. not really anything we can do at this point. sorry

[rednex71]

[nonese-random]

Spongebob lovelypants <3

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[wolfchans]

[learnelle]

A bookshop and some cats in Venice, my new favourite city for aimless wandering ⭐️

[wohyunz]

lee know & hyunjin moments for @loversmore 🤍

[reunitedinterlude]

celebrating 15 years of dan and phil [15/15]

do you think you and phil will be best friends forever? that's the plan

happy fifteen years <3

[peanutsoutofcontext]

Baby Snoopy of the Day 🥺💗

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Happy ‘The Neon Void’ 2nd Anniversary!!!

I’m a few days late (it was the 26th) but that’s because I’m currently traveling somewhere I’ve always wanted to go; Japan!! I’m having an amazing time and wished I could have prepared something a bit more special, but I’ll be honest— I’m so much happier and freer now thanks to TNV and all of the wonderful people in this fandom, and I feel like this trip is helping celebrate that.

Two years ago I wasn’t exactly feeling very cowabunga about a lot of things, but while writing TNV I was able to get through some tough times and even help make some important decisions that have significantly improved my life. And I could not be more thankful for everyone’s sweet words and excitement over my silly little fanfic— seriously, you all are so amazing and I am so so so lucky to be a part of such a fun fandom. Thank you all so so much.

So thank you all again for everything, happy 2nd anniversary, and remember to enjoy the cheesy pizza pies life gives you 🩵

[I’m still traveling with a tight schedule but I see all your wonderful asks and art and I’ll be able to catch up with you all soon!! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ ]

[miss-conjayniality]

YOU GUYS OHHHH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!! I AM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. MY SEASON 1 AND SEASON 2 FAVS IN ONE SELCA TOGETHERRRRRR 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

FULFILLING MY DELUSIONS……THEY DID THIS FOR MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! OMGOMGOMNGGGGGG

and the caption!?!???: "Yesterday, the day Thanos and Ali met personally again."

HOLD AWN!?!??? 🥺 SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THEY’VE MET BEFORE!?!??? 🥹🥹🥹 THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART 🩷💖💗💕💓💞🩷💖💗💕💓💞🩷💖

[rooksamoris]

Riddle’s expression remained serious as he sat beside his son, Lysander, at the dining table. You, his spouse, had pleaded that he help your son study since nothing you seemed to do helped the dear boy, and his teachers were beginning to be less lenient with his inability to stay focused and learn the concepts they sought to teach. 

Your husband had been avoiding teaching his son himself because he worried he would mirror his mother. He looked at his five your old son and just saw himself, sitting there, clutching a pencil in small hands with flushed cheeks and worried eyes. When his son made eye contact with him, he had to glance off to the side and sigh. He was still so adorable, eyes wide and pleading as he traversed through the sea of his father's eyes in search of disappointment. 

Lysander let out the softest sniffle when his gaze met the page again, “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, wiping at his eyes with his free hand.

It was then that Riddle realized the boy thought he was disappointed. The stern expression and exasperated sigh—poor Lysander believed his father was angry. The redhead’s next actions would be more than enough proof that he would be nothing like his mother. His gaze grew tender and he gently placed a hand over his baby’s head, “There is no need to cry, dear boy. I am not angry with you,” he said, before glancing at the paper.

“It is alright. I will teach you the foundations eventually, this will all make sense,” he reassured, his brows knitting as he began to think of a way to teach this to his incredibly easily distracted son.

Before he could lay out a lesson plan, Lysander spoke up, “I thought you were… you were gonna be mad because I’m stupid… and math is hard, papa…”

Riddle’s eyes widened at the words and he shook his head, “You are not stupid, and we do not use that language in our house,” he began to scold, but then he reeled it back in quickly. Someone must have told Lysander that, but he figured he should wait until his son opened up instead of prying his way into his affairs. He knew how much he hated it when his mother snooped into his journals to control every part of him, “It seems difficult now, but once we are done, it will be clear. I promise. Now, let me show you an example equation.”

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[fromrory]

The Glitter Incident (Also Known as That One Date That Never Happened) !

POV: Fem!Reader Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff | Humor | Chaos | Domestic Softness Featuring: Glitter trauma, Damian being a concerned (and lowkey entertained) boyfriend, and Fem!Reader being Very Done™️ Word Count: ~2.6K Requested by: @simpingmyassoff more damimi reqs pls. . . Taglist🏷️: @simpingmyassoff , @shootingstargirl2001 (if you want to be added,comment down below!) A/N: English isn't my first lenguage,enjoy! ! ! A/N 2: This is my frist time writing for Damian. . .l!! Hope y'all like it (don't crucify me pls) A/N 3: This happend once to me. . . when i was getting ready for my gymnastics competition. . .

The Getting-Ready Phase of Doom

There was something magical about preparing for a date.

Maybe it was the soft playlist you had on repeat (romantic pop, naturally). Maybe it was the way your lipstick matched your earrings. Or maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t blown up anything all day, which in Gotham, was basically a miracle.

You twirled once in the mirror. Soft shimmer on your eyelids, a gentle curl to your hair, the most perfect flowy dress you'd found after an hour of wardrobe warfare.

It was going to be perfect. Damian was picking you up at 7 sharp. You were ready.

Almost.

Until, of course, the Universe got involved.

The Glitterpocalypse Begins

While grabbing your phone from the dresser, your hip bumped a small table. A small, rickety, decorative table you kept meaning to fix or get rid of. On said table: a lone, forgotten glitter popper.

The plastic kind from a birthday party six months ago. The kind you meant to throw away. The kind that, right now, decided to fall and detonate on impact like a sparkly bomb from hell.

POP.

A deafening burst.

A mushroom cloud of metallic pink, blue, and gold.

“…No,” you whispered in horror.

It was too late.

Glitter rained down on you like cosmic punishment. It clung to your arms, your face, your curls, your LIPS—

Your dress was no longer elegant. It was a walking glitter nightmare.

Your makeup? Ruined. Your soul? Also ruined.

You looked like a disco ball had exploded on a very confused Disney princess.

Cue Damian.

Knock knock.

“(Y/N)?” Damian’s calm voice came from the hallway. “I’m here.”

You froze. Your hands mid-air. Your eyes wide. The glitter sparkled menacingly.

You opened the door in slow motion.

Damian stood there, freshly dressed in a soft button-up (black, obviously), hair slightly tousled from the wind, holding a single dark red rose like the romantic menace he was.

And then he saw you.

His brow furrowed slightly.

“…Are you… under attack?”

You just looked at him. “No.”

He blinked. “Did someone glitter bomb you? Was this Grayson? Brown?”

“No.”

A long pause.

“…Did you fight a craft store?”

You groaned, stepping aside and letting him in. “It’s worse.”

The Explanation (And the Panic)

Damian stared around the room. Glitter covered the floor, the furniture, the ceiling fan, even the cat (when did you get a cat?). You paced in front of him like a general who had lost the war.

“There was a popper,” you said, distressed, gesturing at the table. “It fell. It exploded. The glitter’s in my lip balm. Damian, I’m shiny. I’m a human mirror. I sparkle in low light. What if someone sees me and thinks I’m trying to join a boyband from 2008?”

Damian just watched you. “You do sparkle.”

“That’s not helping!”

He reached out and brushed a flake off your cheek. His touch was gentle, his smirk subtle.

“…You’re kind of cute, actually.”

You gasped. “Damian Wayne, this is a crisis.”

“An adorable one.”

Plan B (Glitter Recovery Mission)

Seeing your eyes start to water (and not just from glitter dust), Damian immediately switched gears.

“Alright,” he said, taking your hand. “New plan. No crowds. No candlelit restaurant. Just us, here.”

“But the reservation—”

“Screw the reservation. You need a glitter decontamination unit, not crème brûlée.”

“…That’s fair.”

“I’ll run the shower. You’ll rinse the glitter. I’ll start the laundry.” He sniffed dramatically. “Also, the air smells like sparkly trauma.”

You finally let out a laugh, slumping against him. “I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

He pulled you into a slow, comforting hug, ignoring the glitter sticking to his shirt. “It already is.”

Phase One: The Shower Battle

Twenty minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe, hair damp, cheeks pink, smelling like vanilla and regret.

Damian sat cross-legged on the couch, now in sweats, with a vacuum cleaner nearby and a trash bag full of glittered paper towels.

“The floor’s safe,” he said. “Mostly. I think the couch is beyond saving.”

You eyed the spot next to him. “I’ll just sit on the floor.”

“No you won’t,” he said, pulling you down beside him with a grin. “We suffer together.”

You pouted dramatically. “I’m still glittery inside.”

He tilted his head. “...What does that mean?”

“I inhaled it. I can feel it in my soul.”

He nodded seriously. “We’ll get you a priest.”

Movie Night: Glitter Recovery Edition

You ended up curled on the couch, a blanket over your legs, watching an old black-and-white movie while you sipped cocoa through a glittery straw (the last indignity).

Damian pressed a kiss to your temple. “You okay now?”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Just embarrassed.”

“You shouldn’t be. You looked magical. Like a chaos faerie.”

You looked up at him. “I hate how weirdly nice that sounds.”

He shrugged. “It’s true.”

You sat in silence for a beat.

“…You’re still a little sparkly,” he added.

“I will fight you.”

Bonus: The Batfam Finds Out

BATPSYCHO'S!!! (oh and Damian's girlfriend)

Steph: [sends a blurry photo of your glitter-covered self from earlier] Steph: “WHAT HAPPENED. WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE A BEDAZZLED PIÑATA.”

Cass: “Pretty”

Jason: “Demon Spawn. Did you lose a glitter war.”

Damian: “She's fine. Do not come over.”

Tim: “So that’s a yes.”

Bruce: “No glitter in the Batcave.”

Damian: “It was ONE TIME.”

Alfred: “I’m making tea. Stay sparkly, Miss.” You: ''Thanks Alfred. . .''

The End (Probably. Unless More Glitter Happens.)

As the night wore on and the movie ended, you turned to Damian, sleepily curling into his side.

“…You really don’t mind the glitter?”

He kissed the top of your head. “Not even a little.”

“Even if it’s in your hair forever?”

“I’ll live.”

“You’re a good boyfriend.”

“You’re a sparkly menace,” he replied.

You smiled into his shoulder. “I’ll take it.”