#B. But is so passionate with it that it takes ED by surprise

[saltpepperbeard]

what if we get a kiss where stede manages to draw a surprised little noise out of ed

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hi Fen!!! Popping in to ask what you think the moon boys’ hobbies would be (if they weren’t so busy moon knighting). (For Steven, I feel like studying ancient Egypt is more like a passion, so like what else do you think he’d be into?)

K. Love you! Byeeeee.

IDJIDHVDHFH Oh my gosh, I love this ask so much! Thank you so, so, SO much for sending it! ❤️(ILY!) Did I think about this at work for a good 1 and 30 mins instead of working on a spreadsheet? No, of course not, I would never do that… 👀

I have narrowed it down to one each to save everyone from seeing my absolute madness.

Moon Knight Boys Headcanons & Hobbies

Rating: PG  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: Swearing

Steven: Cooking

Okay, here me out. So, I’ve seen opposite ends of opinion on this one (both are valid) but I’m going with Steven is a very good cook, and he likes cooking. 

He’s been vegan for a while and it’s only in the last couple of years that food places have really been trying with vegan and vegetarian options that aren’t salad… bread… (chips if you’re lucky) So, I think he enjoys making lots of different recipes. 

It started out with him just making vegan ones and then, over time, became him changing other recipes to make them vegan and coming up with his own. 

Absolute master at vegan cakes, no one can ever tell the difference, and, in fact, a lot of people compliment him on ‘the best cake they’ve ever had’, ‘so light and fluffy? How do you do it?’ “Well, that’s the secret, innit?” (whisk the aquafaba like your life depends on it and sweet potato) 

Steven is absolutely horrified by the food Marc makes himself. (Plain chicken, rice, spinach) 

“Where are the flavours Marc? At least some herbs? Spices for fuck’s sake? I can’t believe you’re eating plain steamed chicken?” (He doesn’t even care that it’s meat, it's just the lack of flavour.)

“It’s boiled chicken actually.”

Steven loses his goddamn mind. 

“I don’t care what bloody macronutrient you are monitoring, you are not eating that.”

It’s not that Marc can’t cook, he just doesn’t see the reason to put the effort in when it’s just for himself (doesn’t feel like he deserves it.)

Steven grumbles to himself and refuses to let Marc cook his own dinner if he can help it. “If you’re going to eat meat, at least treat it with respect, yeah? Bring out the flavour?” He usually preps something for Marc, so he can cook it quickly when he’s hungry. 

Makes so many cakes and pastries for Jake. Leaves them in boxes with ‘Jake :)’ written on a post stick note on the top. Jake is always so touched and surprised when he does. They have taken to playing a little game where sometimes the food is vegan and sometimes it’s not and Jake has to guess. He’s more accurate than most people, but it still only averages around 70% right. (69% if we’re being exact, and Marc is sure Jake’s messing with the correct statistics on purpose.)

Marc: Fantasy Baseball and Fantasy Football

Literally takes it so seriously. Has spreadsheets filled with information and pours over every single statistic like it holds the answers to the universe. It only got more intense when he found a forum for people with the same interest and he literally will spend hours talking online about it.

“It’s not about getting the best players, it’s about making the best team.”

Jake has joked that he puts Steven and his love for history to shame and if those spreadsheets weren’t saved on the computer Marc would have boxes and boxes and folders upon folders of printed out info and then there would be zero space in the flat. 

When Marc annoys Steven, Steven tells him to “go play with your pretend american cricket and american rugby” to piss him off. 

(Marc retaliates by incorrectly pronouncing UK places. 

“Steven, maybe we should take a trip to Ed-in-b-row” 

“It’s Ed-in-bruh.” 

“How about Sus-SEX or Es-SEX?” 

“It’s Sus-SIX and Es-SIX.” 

“I do love Green-WITCH at this time of year.” 

“IT’S GREN-ITCH! Jake, you're from New York, how is Greenwich pronounced?” 

“I’m not getting involved.” 

“Ha! That’s because he agrees with me!”

When things get really heated, Marc threatens to make a cup of tea in the microwave. Steven says he doesn’t care because he makes coffee in the microwave all the time and it’s fine. Jake puts an end to it by saying hot chocolate tastes best with water and then laughing when both Marc and Steven gang up on him. 

“I cannot believe you think that mate.”

“You know how many different types of milk there are?”

“Absolutely disgusting.”

“Cow, goat, soya, almond, coconut, literally any of them instead.”)

Jake: Knitting

Wanted something to keep his hands busy, that he could pick up and put down, and that he could take in his cab when he was stationary and waiting for fares. 

Took to it a lot quicker than he thought it would, and can just zone out and knit. It helps keep him grounded. 

He feels like he has spent a lot of his time destroying and there is something so satisfying about being able to create. 

Once he mastered the stitch he quickly moved onto making clothes. Before Marc and Steven knew about him he used to knit jumpers for Steven and hide them in the wardrobe. 

Jake makes Marc a cartoony style baseball jumper that he also loves, and a thick cardigan for Steven that is covered in hieroglyphics (he spends months researching the language to get it to make some sense, and works in a dig at Khonshu in there and has Steven crying with laughter.) 

When they know about him Steven excitedly requests the “most garish and over the top Hanukkah jumper anyone has ever seen!” Jake does his best, presenting it to Steven (and trying to hide how nervous he feels) Steven loves it and refuses to take it off all winter. 

Most people think Jake has a stern glare when he wants, but you can never be sure if he’s planning your destruction or trying to work out how many balls of wool it would take to make someone your size a jumper.

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[mauricemylittlemeowmeow]

*coughs blood* thinking of convoluted regency romantic literature-esque a/b/o burda

thoughts too long so ill just keep it under a read more instead of the tags

initial thought was dankovsky fixing artemy's posture which led to daniil teaching him manners which led to "oh my god governess daniil"

but i have no idea in what world hed give up being a bachelor of medicine so ofc my first thought was structuralised sexism which my brain helpfully interpreted as hell yeah omegaverse babyy

so now i have daniil with a sexist military father who lowkey loathes that his son who was supposed to work his way to also become a general can't bc hes an omega and omegas cant be enlisted. daniil still wants to pursue his own goals but bc of structuralised sexism, all hes seen as is a homemaker and someone to give birth to children.

he gets a basic education ofc complimentary to his rather well off upbringing but instead of finding an alpha and settling down, he decides to strike his own path and a la jane eyre and ends up as a governess. for years hes used the salary hes earned to fund his own higher ed self-study. hes not a bachelor bc hes not allowed to be, but he works his way to have practically the same knowledge+skillset as one in his own time.

at present hes using his money to fund his own private research into thanatology. it's all done in secret ofc but he publishes some of his writing under a pen name (it's caused quite a stir in the medical field bc it's not published as a scholarly work--danko can't bc if he submits it for peer review, hed have to expose himself--but as very technical "fictional" work which upon testing, proves true results)

his current job eventually ends and he finds new employment under a well known doctor and minor rural noble: isidor burakh. he writes to danko asking for him to educate his son and heir. daniil accepts, hoping that hed be immersed in an environment that would allow him to stealthily learn more medical stuff to aid in his own pursuits. he also accepts expecting a young child to look after as usual.

imagine daniil's surprise when said son is a whole ass 25 year old man.

anyways turns out burakh (the younger) is a bit of a wild child who prefers being in the steppe+town rather than acting as a noble. isidor called daniil in as a last ditch effort bc he feels like hes abt to die soon and artemy rlly needs to learn how to commingle properly w noble society once he officially takes over the family title.

anyways thats the premise!!!! idk abt plot i just want silly etiquette lessons and bullheaded artemy+frustrated governess!daniil bonding. daniil trying to tame artemy but then getting dragged into having fun himself. artemy finding out abt daniil's real dreams and ambitious, passionate personality. him trying to help but daniil being stubbornly independent (he doesnt want to be another omega being saved by an alpha or whatever)

just good old jane austen/brontë sisters romance shit!!!! no plague :)

[toa-kirhan]

First time watching ToH S2E5 (Through the Looking Glass Ruins). Thoughts below:

Detailed thoughts:

This one’s for the shippers! There were so many cute moments b/w Amity and Luz this episode. The fact that they ended the episode w/ one of them is definitely overshadowing the rest of my thoughts about it. It’s just really sweet to see how much Luz and Amity care about each other at this point that they’re willing to go to such lengths to make sure the other is happy.

Ed and Em have been really supportive of Amity too. Their debut episode really set my opinion against them when they tried to reveal the contents of Amity’s journal as part of their ‘tough love.’ However, since then, Ed and Em have been doing everything they can to help Amity become a more capable and independent person free from her parents’ influence just like them. In that way, I can definitely relate more to the Blight family.

I love that we got another Gus focused episode since he’s rarely in the spotlight. So far, Willow’s gotten at least some focus in four episodes: S1E3 (“I was a Teenage Abomination”), S1E6 (“Hooty’s Moving Hassle”), S1E15 (“Understanding Willow”), and S1E17 (“Wing It Like Witches”), while the only episode that’s focused on Gus has been S1E9 (“Something Ventured, Someone Framed”).

This episode presents us w/ a different character dilemma from the usual, although it’s still a variation on the theme of self-discovery and identity. Here, Gus is questioning his choice of magical focus. His issue isn’t trying to learn a different type of magic or master a new spell, Gus is already talented at illusions, but whether or not he’ll ever be good at using them and if he should just give up on the for a different, more practical, type of magic.

Framed in another way, Gus is faced w/ whether to continue pursuing a career path that he’s skilled at and passionate about in favor of one that wider society views as more practical or useful, a situation that I imagine many creatives find relatable. I certainly do.

In addition to this difficult personal question, Gus also faces a more clear-cut moral question on whether to let the others take the Galdorstones and desecrate the Looking Glass Ruins graveyard. The choice is somewhat easier for Gus since he himself can’t use the Galdortones, but he doesn’t hesitate for a second in preventing Bria and the others from taking them.

We also got a surprising redemption arc for Mattolomule with this episode revealing that Mattolomule’s treatment of others was just a legacy of his time at Glandus High, where bullying others to assert one’s own superiority and dominance over others was expected behavior. Although Mattolomule still treats Gus w/ hostility at the start of the episode, he’s ultimately able to move past that mindset and help Gus strike back at Bria and her clique.

I’m not sure where the plotline w/ Philip Wittebane’s journal, the Echo Mouse, and the portal door will end up going. I can’t imagine they’ll just have Luz create a second portal, especially from a narrative perspective considering that Belos is reconstructing the original one. Perhaps he’ll have to take the Echo Mouse from Luz to activate it?

General thoughts:

Oh, that’s a very different tone for an episode opener.

Man, I’m watching the intro and we sure haven’t seen Nose Girl in a long time. I hope that changes soon.

I love that Gus kept his Bad Girl Coven t-shirt with a bunch of objects from the Human Realm around his room.

Gus must have had King record him that voicemail message recently since he has his broken horn reattached.

Watching Gus’ illusions dissolve was disturbing.

Luz doesn’t have a library card? She needs to borrow Gus’? Is it because she got kicked out w/ Ed and Em last time?

Also Luz keeps visits Amity at the library?

Oh! It’s the head demon hunter! Whelp, he didn’t last long.

So Angmar, Gavin, and Bria are Glandus High students.

Mattholomule’s back? Didn’t expect to see him again. He goes to Glandus now?

Galdorstones?

So are illusionists regularly disrespected by the other covens?

Oh, Forearm Forest! Not Four Arm Forest.

So Mattholomule is in the Potion Coven? Is he really one to talk about the Illusion Coven being useless in a fight?

Looking Glass Ruins?

Skara’s at the library! She may be mean, but she likes to read, just like Boscha.

Philip Wittebane.

Wow, Amity’s got her hair down! She looks so different! I’m guessing her brown roots supports the idea that she dyes her hair to look more like the rest of her family.

Luz is blushing so hard! ^^

Ed and Em are back! Does Em regularly piggyback on her Ed’s shoulders?

“Picking up Amity?” “Nah, looks like you got that covered.” - DAMN! EM JUST KILLED HER!

Amity’s actually library staff?

THEY’RE FACES ARE SO RED!

Aw, Em’s trying to give Luz and Amity some privacy. c:

That skull mouse is cute.

Master librarian Malthus.

THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHER OMG! ;v;

Luz’s glyphs are so powerful now!

I’m sure Malthus will understand if they just talked to them.

AMITY WANTS TO GO ON A DATE W/ LUZ IN THE HUMAN WORLD!

Oh, did Mattolomule transfer out of Glandus to Hexside?

By the sounds of it, Bria and the others would still accept Gus even if he was just a witch.

Okay, that butterfly threat was a bit much.

They’re grave robbing?

Shoutout to Gus for respecting the dead and standing his ground.

So Malthus is just a regular person!

OH LUZ AND AMITY. Is that they’re confession to each other or are they still processing things? ;_;

I’m sure if Gus just talked to the Guardian then it’ll all be fine.

The Guardian is an illusion too isn’t it? It’s an illusionist’s graveyard.

Called it! A little late, but called it!

I was wrong about Bria. She’s awful.

Mattolomule redemption arc?

I always had a feeling that illusion spells could be used to cause people some serious mental trauma and here we are. Very spooky!

PURPLE AMITY! AMITY SHINY SPRITE! 1/4096 CHANCE!

PROJECTOR MOUSE! PROJECTOR MOUSE!

So Philip Wittebane made the portal door!

KISS! KISS! KISS! AMITY KISSED HER! OMG!

[lsvdw-blog]

hey hey hey! This week we're doing something different:

Not Yet Wed Questions

Note: Great Scott! This week, we are going back in time to MC’s intern year. Think of Ethan’s relationship with them at this point and answer the following questions accordingly. It is entirely up to you when in year 1 this takes place (pre/post Miami, pre/post CH 15, etc). Feel free to answer with dialogue or pictures or both :) Have fun!

No worries. All of this is off the record and HR will never know!

The setting for this answers is:

For Both

When I first saw them, I thought__________

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Three people at work your coworker hates?

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

(Bonus round! Feel free to skip.)

Never have I Ever:

come into work hungover

had a fistfight

been kicked out of a bar

gotten a tattoo

broken someone’s heart

been in love

For MC (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What do you find the most impressive about him?

Last thing he texted you?

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

For Ethan (MC is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Last thing she texted you?

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

Breeeeeeee 💖 Thank you for sending these and brightening up my week! You do so much for this fandom and I appreciate you 🥰💝

The setting: The Diagnostics Office. Set post chapter 15, (before things got complicated again and let's ignore the fact that they both technically aren't employed right now 😅) Serena may or may not have told Ethan that this was about the hospital and its intern competition to get him to agree.

It was too late for him to back out when they were sat down and mic'd up 😂 Ethan glares at her... she's gonna pay for this later if you know what I mean 😏

They try to keep this interview as professional as possible but they kinda fail

For Both

When I first saw them, I thought__________

What Serena says: "...I plead the fifth."

What Serena thinks: "Hot hot hot 🥵"

Ethan: "Oh look, yet another intern."

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Serena: "I'm not sure if this counts as a swear word, but he does take the Lord's name in vain quite often: Jesus Christ. If he doesn't say that, you'll know he's displeased by literally everything else he does. The eye roll, pinching the bridge of his nose, his jaw tightening, the way—"

Ethan: "Are you done?"

Serena sticks her tongue out playfully at him and he can't help the tiny uptick of his lips at that.

Ethan: "Sh*t, among others, but this one the most. She has a dirty mouth."

Serena flips her hair over her shoulder casually at the innuendo and Ethan's eyes darken slightly. He clears his throat awkwardly.

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Serena: "Blue. Hard to miss when he's looking at you like you're the dumbest thing on the planet."

Ethan rolls his eyes. "I have no clue. I have more important matters to attend to on a daily basis." (He's lying. He knows what color her eyes are b/c he stared into them as he f***ed her brains out for hours)

Three people at work your coworker hates?

Serena scoffs. "Only three?"

"Rookie," Ethan warns.

Serena sighs. "Fine. I guess it's a good thing you only want three, or else we'd be here all week. Surgeons, except for Dr. Emery, interns, except for yours truly, and The Board. I gave groups because Ethan dislikes most everyone."

"You're about to be put back on that list," he grumbles. "Serena is friends with everyone, so I can't say she dislikes anyone. Mm, there is one soon-to-be previous intern."

Serena shoots him a quizzical look and they have a silent conversation with their eyes. Bree awkwardly sits there.

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

Serena: "Whenever he starts to get tunnel-visioned in his focus on something, he always rolls his sleeves up to just below his elbows and this tiny little crease will appear between his brows as they furrow."

Ethan is taken aback that she's noticed this, but tries to hide it by clearing his throat. "If something amuses her, but it hasn't gotten her to fully laugh yet, she'll scrunch her nose."

Serena looks at him with wide eyes, shocked that he's observed this.

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

Serena: "Uhm..."

Ethan: "I don't think—"

They start at the same time and whip their heads to look at one another. They lock eyes and it seems like everything else disappears. "Okaaaay..." Bree says under her breath.

(Bonus round! Feel free to skip.)

Never have I Ever (done with "I have" & "I haven't" paddles):

come into work hungover

They both raise their "I have" paddles.

Serena barks out a laugh. "Are you sure you're not confusing yourself with someone else?"

Ethan sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Interns," he grumbles.

had a fistfight

Ethan raises his "I have" paddle. "I used to be a bit of a... troublemaker."

Serena, on the outside: *Poker face*

Serena, internally: "Hot hot hot 🥵"

been kicked out of a bar

Serena raises her "I have" paddle.

Ethan: "Why am I not surprised?"

Serena: "Hey!"

Ethan: "I'm going to have to hear this story though."

Serena: "Maybe if you behave."

Ethan's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.

gotten a tattoo

Serena raises her "I have" paddle and Ethan tries to hide his smirk b/c he's seen it as they f***ed.

broken someone’s heart

Serena raises her "I have not" paddle, while Ethan contemplates and regretfully raises his "I have" paddle. He looks guiltily at Serena from the corner of his eye.

been in love

Both raise their "I have not" paddles. They're both idiots b/c they've fallen in love with each other 🙄

For MC (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

"Professionally, literally wherever he wants to be. He's a genius - he could do whatever he wanted and is passionate about. I think maybe he'd step back a bit from the politics of a hospital and do more philanthropic work, with the WHO perhaps. Personally, I hope he's happy. Genuinely happy. However, and with whomever, he finds that.

What do you find the most impressive about him?

"What's not impressive about him? He's remarkably intelligent, cares so deeply, even if he has a hard exterior, and is so incredibly passionate about helping his patients, medicine as a whole, and bettering the entire field."

Last thing he texted you?

"The things you get me to agree to."

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

Serena smiles. "Yes. Absolutely yes."

For Ethan (MC is not there)

Where do you see her in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

"She will be at the top of our field and at the top of her game. She's going to be one of the most highly sought after doctors in the world, there's no doubt in my mind. As for her personal life," he trails off and thinks for a second. "I hope she's happy. In every sense of the word."

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Ethan blinks at Bree for a few beats. "On the record? Her intelligence, drive, compassion. Off the record? Add to those things her smile, her laugh, the way she carries herself with such confidence and grace, how she can charm just about anyone." Ethan doesn't notice, but he's smiling at this point.

Last thing she texted you?

"Please?? 🥺🥺"

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

Ethan, again, blinks at Bree for a few beats. "She would never do that. She's not the type... she's a bit old-fashioned that way. But, if she was feeling like pushing her comfort zone and beat me to it, I would agree. I do enjoy being in her company," he says, not realizing he'd said that last part out loud, with a gleam in his eyes.

[mcyt-amber-tftsmp]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 #𝟏

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Ranbob loves your giggle the most. He finds it adorable and cute and this sometimes causes him to blush a lot. He would do anything to make you giggle and that would mean either kissing you on the neck or tickling you.

You on the other hand, love his heterochromatic eyes. You find them unique and you just love to look at them.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Ranbob would most definitely want to have a family but he's scared that he will do something to hurt you or his child and his not really properly stable considering he has the enderstate but he has learned to control it but then again he's still a bit worried.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Ranbob cuddles you like you are a teddy bear. He will just hold you close to him and you would fit literally in his chest considering you are shorter than him while he's like 7'0. he would just pick you up and place you the way he wants to honestly. He's literally the big spoon and wouldn't the little spoon anytime soon because of his huge ego.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Ranbob would sometimes do picnic dates somewhere in Mizu or at beaches in the overworld considering he likes things simple and you do too. But if you consider hanging out with him while talking about history a date then yes that's like a date nearly everyday. You enjoy them a lot to be honest.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world...))

"You are my everything." That's one of the common things you would hear Ranbob tell you. He would say how you have helped him to become a better person and how you have helped him control his enderstate. Yet you even forgave him after he had killed your brother, Isaac knowing it wasn't him.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

When you first came to Mizu, Ranbob didn't really think much of you. But you came back everyday so he wouldn't be lonely in the underwater city and slowly and gradually he fell in love with you. How? One day he heard you giggle so cutely that he started to feel warm and fuzzy inside and could feel his face heat up.

You got to know that you were in love him after the many visits. You loved his personality and how passionately he talked about certain topics and you would eagerly listen to him talk about these things.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Ranbob would be always gentle and careful with you. If he did anything to hurt you, he would beat himself up for it both mentally and physically cause he never had the intention to hurt you at all. Being gentle with you is the first thing that comes up to his mind when it comes to you.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Ranbob is the type of guy to always hold your hand cause he doesn't like letting you go. he would put his palm over your hand while sitting close to each other or would always be holding one of your hands while he is kissing you or when you two are walking side by side.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Ranbob didn't really think much of you when he first met you. The only thing when he saw you that came to his mind was how similar you and Isaac looked. Of course you came after Isaac came here with his friends and was killed. Though he did like how you were invested with the history of the place and everything. He thought you were pretty okay in his book.

When you met him, you got a bit startled considering you have never seen an enderman hybrid like him and you found him interesting to say the least.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Oh ho ho! Very! If Ranbob sees someone flirting with you, he would glare at that person's direction or would just come up behind you while putting his arms around your waste and glare down at the person. He literally has a nertherite sword hung around his belt to prove that he wants you to leave or things well get messy.

When it comes to you, it's just you feeling slightly insecure about yourself and just keeping yourself at a distance.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

When it comes to kissing, Ranbob is the first one to do it cause you are shy to initiate the first kiss anyways. He would mostly smirk at you and give you a kiss on the lips. He's too bold so he makes the first move. His kisses are warm and passionate and pretty long. He would just kiss you most of the time to either tease you and make your flustered or just make you feel loved.

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

Ranbob would be the first one to do so. His ego is too big for you to say it first. He would say it one a daily basis after he said it for the first time. It would always make you smile and he liked that a lot.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

One of Ranbob's favorite memory would be when you both were reading with each other in the library and how you fell asleep on his shoulder. He found it cute. You would have to say that it was your favorite memory too.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Ranbob doesn't really spoil you much or at all considering you don't want to be spoiled at all. Though on different occasions he does buy your favorite flowers and would buy you other things such as a necklace or something that reminds him of you.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Neutral colors remind you of Ranbob. Black, grey, white is just kind of his aesthetic. Yellow and purple would also remind you of him considering his eyes. When it comes to you Y/F/C (Your Favorite Color), it reminds him of you a lot.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Ranbob would call you 'sweetheart' most of the time cause that's his favorite pet name for you.

You would just call him Ran but sometimes Prince. You just think it suits him.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Ranbob would sometimes cook with you. You basically taught him how to cook properly and so now he just helps around with most of the things. He just likes doing this with you.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Ranbob would mostly stay inside during rainy days. Though one thing for sure is that water doesn't really have much effect on him like his ancestor Ranboo. He would sometimes go out in the rain but not all the time.

You on the other hand would just go out with no hesitation cause you love the rain to the point you dance. Ranbob would just smile when he sees you smiling and dancing happily in the rain.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

if Ranbob sees you upset, he would waste no time and hold you close while peppering your face with kisses and whisper sweet nothings to you. he hates seeing you upset and would do anything for you to make you feel better.

If you see him upset, you go over and hug him. That's what it takes to make him feel slightly better. You would stroke his hair since he likes it when you do that.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Both you and Ranbob love to talk about many things which include history but would talk about random things too.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

When you both cuddle it helps both you and Ranbob to relax. Considering physical touch is your love language along with words. It's mostly Ranbob who feel stressed about things. When it's you feeling stressed he would just cuddle the heck out of you and not let you go.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Ranbob is literally the dominant one in the relationship and he loves to show it off just to make you ticked off and annoyed by flirting with you which would result you in puffing up your cheeks in embarrassment which he finds adorable.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Ranbob has been thinking about marrying you after being together for a many months. He was really nervous in doing so but he built up the courage to do so. He did however made this a surprise by taking you on a picnic date at the beach as he made your favorite food. Later when it became late at night, he stood up and proposed to you in which you said 'yes' and he was practically feeling very happy when you accepted.

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeren. It just reminded both of you when you both heard it. Basically it was the song used when you both waltzed together when you both started dating after two months and you would have to say he was a really good dancer when it came to waltz.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Ranbob practically wanted to marry you the first time he even started to date you so that's definitely a yes. Not sure about you though considering you were a bit nervous.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

You would both get cats if you two ever considered getting a pet. Ranbob is practically fond of cats in general and would get one or more but only if it was okay with you which was good.

[felicia-cat-hardy]

20 Asian American Musicians To Add To Your Playlist Now

Over the past several years, the K-pop industry in the U.S. has grown exponentially. The fan enthusiasm behind bands like BTS has drawn parallels to The Beatles, and so many K-pop groups have received the same passionate reception. The attention is well-deserved, but Asian artists represent a multitude of musical genres (even just within the K-pop industry) — a fact that should not be overlooked. Whether you're a fan of indie rock, R&B, hip-hop, or dance music, you won't want to sleep on these Asian American musicians.

Asian artists have recently received some long-deserved recognition in the entertainment industry, primarily in film. In 2020, Bong Joon-ho's Parasite won big at the Oscars. The following year, Youn Yuh-Jung won the award for Best Supporting Actress for her work in Minari, which also scored The Walking Dead alum Steven Yeun a nomination for Best Actor. However, there's still plenty of work to be done within the music landscape to ensure equal representation is achieved.

BTS, most notably, has seen unprecedented success in the U.S. Still, despite being invited to attend the last three Grammys, they've yet to take home an award, highlighting the discrepancy between their immense success and the Recording Academy's willingness to acknowledge it. Additionally, Asian artists have a harder time landing record deals. As American Idol alumni Paul Kim explained to The New York Times, he was blatantly told by industry execs he would have been signed to a label faster had he not been Asian.

By streaming these artists, you're not only supporting them and their art, but you're subsequently showing industry insiders just how valuable they are. Consider this list sonic proof Asian artists are making exceptional, diverse music that can't be boxed into one genre or sound. Each of these artists prides themselves on breaking boundaries and creating their own rules. You may have heard of a few, but many have been flying under the radar for far too long. Your ears will thank you soon enough.

Melissa Polinar

Polinar got her start in the late 2000s when viral YouTube covers paved the way for success. While artists like Justin Bieber and Lennon & Maisy were sharing music covers, Polinar focused on posting her original music — and her soulful vocals were a hit. In 2019, the Filipino-American songwriter actually re-recorded one of the songs that propelled her career forward, "Try," on its 10-year anniversary.

Eric Nam

Born and raised in Atlanta, Nam moved to Korea to pursue music because he felt he had a better chance of succeeding there. “Even if you look at American Idol, or X-Factor, or The Voice or anything, it was always difficult to see an Asian or an Asian-American make it to a certain point,” Nam told TIME in November 2019. Today, Nam is a highly visible and respected name in the K-pop industry. While he's very proud of his K-pop success, he considers himself a pop singer first. He hopes to grow his success stateside and told TIME, "I want people to hear my music and say, 'I don’t know who this person is,' and I could be Black, white, Latino, Asian — it doesn’t matter, but it’s just a great pop song."

Clinton Kane

Kane's got every making of a great singer-songwriter, and his lyricism will make a fan out of loyal Ed Sheeran or Sam Smith listeners. The Filipino-American singer's impressive vocal range captivates, and his emotion-driven lyrics will melt your heart. One of his more popular tracks, "Chicken Tendies," has upwards of 2 million views and is a must-add to your heartbreak playlist.

Jhené Aiko

As a mixed-race Japanese, Creole, Dominican, and European woman, Aiko has proudly championed her diverse roots throughout her accomplished career. The R&B singer is a six-time Grammy-nominated artist and is well respected within the industry for her philanthropic endeavors. She launched the WAYS foundation in 2017, an organization dedicated to helping cancer patients and their families.

Steve Aoki

Steve Aoki is hardly a newcomer to the EDM scene, but as one of the most prominent DJs in the industry, and one of the biggest Japanese DJs ever, it would be a crime to leave him off this list. Aoki even has his own record label and, in 2016, Netflix released I'll Sleep When I'm Dead, a documentary about his career.

Karen O

As the lead singer for the rock band Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Karen O has solidified her spot as a rock music legend. Not only is the Korean-American singer's discography with the band a must-listen for any rock music fan, but her 2019 album with Danger Mouse, Lux Prima, earned her a Grammy nomination for Best Rock Performance.

H.E.R.

Hailing from the San Francisco Bay Area, H.E.R. (aka Gabi Wilson) has become one of the most prominent names in R&B. At just 23 years old, the singer-songwriter already has four Grammy wins and 13 nominations. Along the way, she's never shied away from praising her Filipino mother and Black father, Agnes and Kenny Wilson, for giving her the unique perspectives that propelled her musical success.

Toro Y Moi

Toro Y Moi is actually one person (Chaz Bear) and he's become the unofficial king of chillwave. Born to a Filipino mother, the South Carolina native later relocated to California to further his music career. If you need some chill vibes on your playlist, Bear's got you covered.

Ruby Ibarra

Ibarra is a Filipino-American rapper from San Lorenzo, California who also dabbles in spoken word poetry. Her music is meaningful in more ways than one. A number of her songs touch upon her experience as an Asian American woman. In April 2021, she released a powerful song and video called "Gold" with Ella Jay Basco, which exposed the harmful effects of the skin whitening industry.

Ella Jay Basco

You may recognize Basco from her appearance in Birds of Prey, but her music is not to be slept on because it's making major waves. Her song "Gold" with Ruby Ibarra highlights her Filipino heritage. As she told People, "From top to bottom, we wanted to make sure that our Asian-American community was represented with this project."

Mitski

Meet your new favorite alt-rock queen. Mitski's dreamy melodies appeal to the indie-rock crowd more than anything, and, if you're a sucker for a sad bop, this Japanese-American songstress has plenty of those stacked up.

Yaeji

Yaeji was born in Flushing, Queens in 1993 and grew up between the U.S. and Korea. Since she moved around so much as a kid, she found friendship on the internet, where she first connected with the bossa nova, jazz, and Korean indie music that drove much of the Korean DIY scene. She soon returned to the States to attend college, where she discovered a love for producing and DJing. Now, she meticulously blends hip-hop elements with her house-driven sound for a listening experience that is unlike anything else.

Hayley Kiyoko

Kiyoko has been given the nickname Lesbian Jesus since she’s so outspoken about LGBTQ+ representation in the music industry. The Japanese-American singer is a true trailblazer and her pop music genius has landed her hits with Kehlani, MAX, and AJR.

Jay Park

Park is an industry heavyweight. The Seattle native got his start in the K-pop industry as part of the band 2PM, but he went solo in 2009. Today, not only does the star have dozens of hits under his belt, but he has two record labels of his own that specialize in R&B and hip-hop music: AOMG and H1ghr. Park uses his superstar status to give others the spotlight, and he's put his support behind other artists like GOT7's JAY B and Yugyeom, and Raz Simone. Whether you're a self-proclaimed K-pop stan, or you're just recently getting acquainted with the genre, Park's discography is required listening.

Jin Au-Yeung

Born and raised in North Miami Beach, Florida, the Chinese-American rapper, aka MC Jin, has some seriously impressive accolades under his belt. After becoming popular among his musical peers for his epic freestyles, he was signed to Ruff Ryders in 2002 at just 19 years old, becoming the first Asian American solo rapper to be signed to a major record label in the U.S. He's since parted ways with the label and now travels back and forth between the U.S. and Hong Kong, seeing success in both places. In May 2021, the rapper released a single called "Stop the Hatred" with Wyclef Jean to raise awareness about hate crimes toward Asian Americans amid the coronavirus pandemic.

Olivia Rodrigo

Rodrigo needs no introduction, but I'll do it anyway: This Filipino-American actress-turned-singer-songwriter's mega-hit debut single "drivers license" was unavoidable in January 2021. Its heartbreakingly relatable lyrics about a crush moving on with someone else struck listeners to their core and immediately soared to No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100. It also went viral on TikTok, before making its way into a Saturday Night Live sketch. Rodrigo's songwriting skills have fans likening her to industry heavyweights like Taylor Swift, so it's no surprise her debut album, Sour, is one of the most highly-anticipated albums of summer 2021.

Run River North

Run River North is not just one musician, but three. The band formerly known as Monsters Calling Home is an indie rock band from Los Angeles. The group has an eclectic sound that draws inspiration from each member: Daniel Chae, Alex Hwang, and Sally Kang.

ZHU

When ZHU first entered the electronic music scene, he used an alias and remained anonymous. By 2014, the artist also known as Steven Zhu was ready to share his identity with the world. ZHU got his start in San Francisco, California, but has made his mark on the EDM scene globally.

Darren Criss

Criss rose to fame starring on the television series Glee and he's since proven himself to be a true triple threat. His work can be seen across TV, film, and music. In September of 2018, Criss became the first Filipino-American to win an Emmy in the lead actor category for his portrayal of Andrew Cunanan in FX's The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story. He’s also got several full-fledged EPs under his belt.

Amber Liu

Amber Liu (also known mononymously as Amber) is of Taiwanese descent and grew up in Los Angeles. She made a big splash when debuting as a member of the K-pop girl group f(x) in September 2009, but has since gone solo. Her 2019 solo track "Other People" racked up millions of streams, and she’s gearing up to drop her first album of 2021, called y?, very soon. In the meantime, she’s continuing to grow her superstar following on social media, where she has 5 million Instagram followers and over 2.3 million on Twitter.

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[pinkkunt-imagines]

Modern setting with fem!reader dating Guts and Judeau? (Bonus pregnancy ish🙃)

Had too much fun with Judeau. He just did not deserve to die.Here ya gooo~ OMG SO AS I WAS COMING HERE TO POST THIS I READ THE REQUEST OVER AND REALIZED I MISREAD AND DID GRIFFITH INSTEAD OF GUTS! I SPENT A HALF A DAY TRYING TO COME UP WITH STUFF FOR GRIFFITH I- A BIT OF NSFW BUT NO UNDER LE CUT THESE ARE LONG AS HELL

Judeau, Griffith, and Guts Modern AU Headcanon with Pregnant s/o

♡Judeau is that person who went to college unsure of what to do with their life, so he’s just been taking gen ed classes. He also works part-time at a grocery store. He helps a lot of old women to their car with their bags.

♡Judeau is still the same ol same ol as far as putting others ahead of his own needs. He helps others study for exams instead of studying himself.

♡You guys became friends in class after you asked for a pencil. From there he asked what you were majoring in and vwala. You two were close ever since. If you called him after leaving a frat party late in the morning and were too scared to walk back to your dorm by yourself, he’d come and get you without a moment's hesitation. It didn’t take long for you two to start dating.

♡Judeau walks you to class, carries your useless heavy textbook, and like everyone else he tutors you.

♡As far as dates go, it’s the typical stuff. Such as going to the movies, going out for ice cream, etc. Judeau is really good at bowling, his swing aim always manages to earn him a strike.

♡He scolds you about your partying, telling you need to focus on your school work instead of partying all the time. You just respond by telling him that you’re just going to go to him for tutoring. In return, he tells you that that would be a good idea if you didn’t fall asleep during the session from partying all night.

♡And that’s when you get to seducing. He resists, urging that you really need to study, but your charm gets him every time. Too many times without protection, that he again, urges he puts on, but fuck that! We goin’ raw dawg maaan.

♡So when you told him you thought that you might be pregnant, he was anything but surprised. A bit under stressed seeing as though he doesn’t have his own life figured out yet, but it does motivate him to finish school for sure.

♡Judeau, being the supportive partner he is, always attends the OBGYN appointments. If you’re craving some fancy over priced steak he’s taking you; if you want a chili dog at 2am in the morning, he's going to get it.

♡You both work (he told you a million times to not work, but you couldn’t stand not contributing to the cause) and save for an apartment. He's having a blast setting up the baby’s room. From painting the walls a gender neutral color because you both agreed upon keeping the baby's gender a secret, putting together the crib, and filling the room with a bunch of vintage toys.

♡Overall, Judeau is doing everything in his power to make sure you and his child live comfortably. He puts him and his family first. He works overtime and he studies hard to finish school. Judeau even tells you not to give up on your dream just because you had a child, and that you can and will finish school.

♡Griffith is the Jeff Bezos in the modern world. He owns one of the most successful businesses of all time, and a self-made billionaire.

♡You work as the manager of the Human Resources department, and since part of your job was dealing with employee relations, you often found yourself in your bosses office. Trying to hopefully conjure up a more person relation of your own.

♡He must’ve caught onto your crush early, because he always seemed to make a valiant effort to make you flustered. Always offering to show a physical demonstration of how to go about team building rather just having it on paper. Finally, he offered to take you out. After a few dates, he asked you to be his own.

♡Griffith didn’t hold back. Sending flowers and presents to you during your work hours, earning you a bunch of glares from the other female employees. He gives you the okay to fire them should they disrespect you in any shape or form.

♡He tries to stay professional otherwise in the work environment, and treats you like anyone else. I mean, unless you get called into his office, where you actually do receive some special treatment bent over his very expensive desk. Usually during your lunch break so that way he can still take his time teasing you, so that’d you’d be more than ready for him when you two return home.

♡Expect extravagant dates and lots of travelling out of country, and the occasional amusement park when he’s feeling like a kid.

♡When you announced your pregnancy to him, he had the most cheesiest smile you’d ever seen. He persisted that you finally move into his breathtaking penthouse, never taking no for an answer because he always gets what he wants. And right now, that’s you and his child in his home.

♡Griffith enjoys the thought of having an heir to his company. Someone whom he can raise to be as equally as intelligent and prosperous in the world.

♡Griffith likely hired people to handle the construction of his child’s room. Not like he didn’t want to, it’s just better people suited to the job. The room is basically a mini library, filled with books and a rocking chair.

♡Guts is in the military, either the marines or army. Mostly because he wants to shoot a gun and kill people.

♡Obviously this would mean you two are in a long distance relationship, but you two love and trust eachother enough to make it work, even though he’s gone for extensive periods of time.

♡You two cope by sending eachother letters, sending gifts, video chatting, and lots and lots of cyber sex.

♡As Cardi B said, “I love it when he goes on tour, ‘cause he cums more when I see him less.” So when already touched-starve Guts returns home, you can expect some passionate rough ‘I need and miss you’ sex. His hands all over you, pulling you close as he deeply thrusts into your neglected cunt. He whispers about how he missed making love to you, and how he never wants to stop or let you go.

♡When he’s home, he tries to make the most of it by spending time with you. At first, he wants nothing more than to lay in bed naked with you all day and make love cuddle, but he understands how boring that can get. He takes you out wherever you want to go, as long as he gets to see you smile.

♡After his two weeks of vacation are up, you get this heartbreaking feeling in your chest as you weren’t ready to let him go. You never knew if he would come back, or if he was ever going to request to be discharged when it was time to re-enlist. He seemed to enjoy it so much, a bit more than he enjoyed you, you thought. He listens to all of your concerns, pulling you into a loving hug and assuring you that he won’t die during service, He tells you that he wants nothing more than to be with you, and that his contract is almost finished.

♡Not too long after he leaves, you take a pregnancy test after missing your period and some gruesome morning sickness, and congrats; you’re pregnant! You postpone on telling Guts for a bit because of anxiety, but after he grew concern when seeing you throw up on a video call, you decided to come clean.

♡Surprised and excited, Guts makes an oath to be there for you during the pregnancy and after. He declares that he’s going to leave the military and come home. Of course you think he means when his contact is over, but in pure Guts fashion, he goes full on AWOL for you.

♡He wants to run away with you, and you take him up on his offer. You two move to some unknown country, and live out your days as a happy familia.

[syncogon]

[QZGS meta] what’s in an OP? dawning glory (pt 2)

(a continuation of part 1 here) (part 3 here)

{The King’s Avatar Season 2 premieres in less than 12 hours!}

Last time we covered just up to around the halfway point of this OP. We’re picking up again right at the start of the second verse, where a new singing voice kicks in.

After reminiscing on the past, we come to Ye Xiu again as he puts on his headphones - he’s smiling, he’s doing what he loves, he’s ready to go forward. His smile here is an act of defiance against those who tell him that he should be stopping in his tracks.

The change of singer here is very noticeable, as they have very different-sounding voices. However, this is something we’ll talk about more later. 

In this section, we cut smoothly between the real and the virtual worlds. Lord Grim, too, faces forward resolutely, despite the naysayers referenced in the lyrics - “they say I shouldn’t go forward, they say I should just say goodbye, they say there’s no tomorrow, only night.”

Again, we focus on his hands - his left hand positioning on the keyboard in the real world, his right hand in the game world hoisting his weapon. They both extend from the upper left side of the screen, which allows our brains to follow the visual connection easily without being too overt about the parallel. Ye Xiu’s preparations for his comeback help to build our anticipation for the action that’s to come.

The red palette used for these in-game shots in this segment is an interesting stylistic choice. It’s a more nuanced version of the red-palette style used for the entirety of the OVA OP. Red is the color most commonly associated with Ye Xiu, it’s the color of both Team Happy and Team Excellent Era, it’s Lord Grim’s main color due to his scarf, and of course it’s associated with things like passion, fire, blood, etc. The red is also a nice contrast to the darkened, navy-blue setting of the real-world internet cafe - the lighting makes it seem like it’s nighttime again - and the red of Ye Xiu’s hoodie serves as a nice visual bridge between worlds.

Because this segment of the OP cuts between the game and real worlds so quickly, I think it’s good that they distinguish the game world here with these colors, as it makes the jumps easier to follow and understand. 

“They say there is no tomorrow, only night,” as reflected light flashes across the umbrella. Maybe it’s night in the internet cafe right now, but certainly not for long. And even if it’s night for Su Muqiu, his creation will see the light of day.

“Crossing the frozen finish line” - Lord Grim steps out in a wide, battle-ready stance, emphasizing the sense of motion inherent to the word “crossing.” In the background of the music, you can hear the growing sound of what sounds like rushing wind, in time with the wind whipping Lord Grim’s scarf about, and it continues to build up the energy of this scene.

The “frozen finish line” here refers to his unwilling retirement on that snowy night; it’s an ending that he was forced into, not the goal that he was striving for. But the point that the lyrics make here is that this unwilling end merely becomes the new starting point for his dream. 

The animators are really milking his windswept bangs, but honestly the animation looks good, so I can’t complain.

As Lord Grim narrows his (vibrantly red) eyes and tenses in preparation, we fade to Ye Xiu making the same motion, once again emphasizing the real-virtual parallel. Just this small motion is enough to make us, too, brace ourselves in anticipation. And as we mentioned earlier, you can really see here how the red hood of his sweatshirt is a nice connection to Lord Grim’s scarf, standing out against the colors of the rest of the image. 

The music feels like it’s going to crest at its peak here, but it’s actually a fakeout - accompanied by a key change in the music, the intensity suddenly backs off. Instead of the climax we’re expecting, we’re instead shown a montage of mostly-still images.

This is actually a good demonstration of how this OP follows the effective “interest curve” fairly well. You can’t continuously build hype throughout a piece, because that quickly becomes exhausting and boring for the audience. Instead, you have to have your peaks and valleys. At the very beginning of the OP, we started off with a crescendo to the first peak where the beat kicks in. We had a fairly upbeat instrumental section, then we dropped off as we entered verse 1. The Happy player segment is relatively chill overall, with its own small ebbs and flows. Then when we enter verse 2 with the second voice, the excitement level is a step up from what it was before. The second half of this segment gradually builds up in intensity until suddenly, here, we drop off. We’ll come back to this curve later to see the fuller picture. 

So we have this montage of the major pros, Ye Xiu’s closest friends and toughest opponents (note the first half of the lyric here is “even if it’s dangerous”). Although these are just still images, they still efficiently reveal information about the characters and teams in question - both when you consider them individually, and when you look at the patterns as a whole. Let’s take a look.

In all of these shots, the captain is the largest figure, and always on the center-right side of the screen. Even the last shot of Ye Xiu’s face before this montage places him at the center-right, giving us the exact starting-off point we need. This means that our eyes don’t have to do much work - we naturally trace a path to follow the most prominent figure in every image. 

Tyranny’s Han Wenqing, of course, strikes the most intimidating pose. Just from how they’re positioned, you can get a sense of how the two of them work together as partners - Han Wenqing in front, aggressive, Zhang Xinjie only a step behind, more defensive. They appear to be the pair that’s second-closest to each other in terms of physical distance, as they have a fairly balanced partnership. They’re angled toward each other, implicitly acknowledging each other without actually overlapping. 

Blue Rain is famed for their dual-core, and this image makes it abundantly clear, with captain and vice-captain featured equally prominently, standing right next to each other, back to back, almost the same size on screen. Looking closely, you can see that the two of them are moving together in the same direction as a unit. This is in contrast to the other teams’ characters, who are all sliding across the screen at slightly different speeds and directions from each other. Yu Wenzhou holds his clipboard, an instant clue toward his tactician style. Huang Shaotian is at a side profile, reflecting his unconventional, opportunistic, assassin-like style. And with his casual gesture and a wide grin, you can immediately get a sense of his personality. 

In Tiny Herb, Wang Jiexi is king (pun intended). Out of all the team pictures, he is the largest figure. This reflects how he is the sole pillar of Tiny Herb as of now, and it hints at just how (unsustainably) deep the team’s reliance upon him runs. Behind Wang Jiexi, we see his successor Gao Yingjie. Although Gao Yingjie is smaller for now, the angle of the shot makes it seem as though he is rising above Wang Jiexi - and this, of course, is exactly what the captain is trying to make happen. 

Behind these two is a third figure. At first I’d assumed it was Liu Xiaobie, but he doesn’t have the trademark headphones, so I think it makes more sense that this is actually Qiao Yifan, still in the team. With how he’s half-hidden in Gao Yingjie’s shadow and not even looking at the camera, you get the sense that even in this little picture, he doesn’t quite have a place here.

Samsara features Zhou Zekai and Jiang Botao. When these images were initially previewed during the live ED performance, there was a lot of backlash because a) Jiang Botao’s design had changed, b) their jackets spelled “samsaea”, and c) there was a coloring error on the collar of Zhou Zekai’s shirt. Fortunately, it seems all of these flaws were addressed. 

Zhou Zekai is the second-largest out of all the featured characters, reflecting how Glory’s number one player always dominates the battlefield. Jiang Botao’s design here sweeps more hair out of his eyes, which suits his character well by giving him a more open, friendly, approachable appearance. Although he’s positioned far back from the camera relative to Zhou Zekai, he seems content where he is - he has a perfectly fine view of the camera and surroundings, and here he can serve as the tether connecting the powerful Zhou Zekai to the unseen rest of the team. 

Next we see Thunderclap - I was actually somewhat surprised to see them featured now, but I suppose we need to establish Xiao Shiqin early on. I’m also surprised that they have four members here… I don’t think I could name four Season 8 Thunderclap members off the top of my head, I’m sorry ahaha. We have Xiao Shiqin and Dai Yanqi obviously, I assume the third is Fang Xuecai, but I don’t know who the player with his back turned is supposed to be. Maybe they included a lot of team members to emphasize how, more so than any other team, Thunderclap’s strength is when they’re playing together as a team. You can also see this in how, unlike all the other teams except Blue Rain, all four of the characters are sliding across the screen in the same direction (right), although the parallax makes their speeds appear slightly different. 

That being said, with the hand adjusting his glasses and his thoughtful look to the side, Xiao Shiqin very much gives off the studious tactician vibe. Still, his smile is warm, not cold and calculating. Behind him, Dai Yanqi is just adorable.

Finally, we have Hundred Blossoms. Coming off of Xiao Shiqin’s smile, Zhang Jiale’s shadowed half-frown stands in sharp contrast, even though the viewer has only a fraction of a second to take it in. Angled at a full 90 degrees from the camera, Zhang Jiale stares at his right hand, a sort of frozen sadness on his face. What could he be thinking about? Reflecting on his continued inability to take the final step to the championship? Reflecting on the hand injury that tore his closest friend and partner away from him, leaving him to shoulder the burden alone? In this image, it seems as though it’s the Hundred Blossoms’ shining logo itself that is casting his face into shadow. He undoubtedly has many conflicted feelings about the team he gave six years of his life to, and ultimately abandoned. 

Visually, Zhang Jiale appears to be facing a deep blackness; the design places no decorative accents on that corner of the screen. Perhaps he sees no way forward. Perhaps he sees the way forward, through to the team with black as its color, and the betrayal that choice would mean. 

Behind him is Sun Zheping. Interestingly, he’s fully illuminated by the light of the Hundred Blossoms logo. In Zhang Jiale’s mind, perhaps he still is that light, a light now lost to him. Although Sun Zheping is also looking away, his body is angled more forward toward the camera, reflecting how he has a better sense than Zhang Jiale does of what it means to cast off doubts and charge forward into the future. 

In a sharp contrast to every other team picture, note that neither person in this image is looking at the camera. Whereas the other teams are unified and focused in their pursuit of the championship, both Zhang Jiale and Sun Zheping are lost. In fact, neither is even currently a member of this team that they founded together. And, of course, there’s a distance between them, as they look off in opposite directions, and this distance only grows as Zhang Jiale slides toward the right and Sun Zheping toward the left. Overall, the mood this final team image conveys is drastically different from the rest.

I also found it interesting to note here that, although all of the teams’ uniforms got redesigned in the donghua (for instance, official novel art always portrayed them with collared polos, not t-shirts), the Hundred Blossoms uniform here appears to be unchanged from the original.  

As a final thought, I do love the background designs in each of these shots, working in the team colors and the motifs of the logos. I wish they’d release these as desktop wallpapers, they’re really nice. 

So that’s enough words about these three seconds of the opening. Let’s (finally) keep going.

This is a good place in the OP to insert a reminder of the final goal we’re working toward - the championship. “As always we charge forward, we’ll ultimately be crowned,” here at the summit of glory. 

Something about the faded filter over these two shots gives it an almost mystical, imaginative quality. Or maybe it’s the feeling of a memory long past. This stage, this place of legends, it’s still a ways off for our protagonists for now. But they’ll find their way here in the end.

Team Happy! When it comes to illustrating Happy’s in-game characters in an action group picture, this sort of composition - side view, all of them leaping into action toward one direction - is fairly common, even just in official art. Still, it never gets old, and it’s nice to see it here, especially as the music crests. The lyric “we’ll be crowned,” which bridges us from verse 2 to the chorus, is timed with the very first large group picture we get in this OP. It’s a proud and triumphant declaration as we see our protagonists finally united for the first time, arrayed for battle.

With that, just before we enter the chorus section, we’ll pause here for now. Part 3, which will cover the last 20 seconds or so, will probably go up after the episode premieres. I’m also interested to see how they’ll work the credits into this OP; hopefully they do something interesting, or at least make it look nice. 

Thanks for reading! 

(part 1) (part 3)

[inspired-by-the-music]

For You: Stand By Me

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Recommended Reading: For You: 4 O’Clock; these works have separate, independent, but deeply interwoven timelines.

Chapter 6: The Boy Who Reminded Me

Lei’s POV

At fourteen, life changed for better or for worse. 

When I walked into co-ed vocal training, Mark caught me by the door. Grabbing both of my hands and jumping up and down as he greeted me with a wide smile, he cheered, “We have a guest instructor!”

I followed his gaze to the front of the room to find none other than Onew— SHINee’s Onew— humming scales. Too starstruck to allow my gaze to linger on one of my idols, I flinched away from Onew, grinning faintly at the sound of Mark’s giggles. At that exact moment, my eyes fell on who must have been the cutest boy I had ever seen. Again, I flinched away. 

“You must really like him.” Mark was referencing Onew. 

Fearing that Mark had caught me admiring somebody our age— somebody who, frighteningly, could have admired me back— I left my gaze on the floor and spoke despite my blush. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Huh?” Mark retraced my stare and smiled knowingly when he gathered that I had been transfixed by a boy— I was blushing about a boy— a stranger, no less. He didn’t quite tease me, but his poorly muffled chuckle was embarrassing enough before he waved the cute boy over. “Come here, Jaemin!”

The boy, Jaemin, became much cuter the closer he stood to me. “Hey, Mark.” He wore a sparkling smile that didn’t falter or fade when his eyes fell on me. My heart skipped several beats, and I almost screamed because I had only known Sehun to affect my pulse, because I only trusted Sehun to touch my heart. “Who is your friend?”

Mark placed his hand on my shoulder, and he quickly retracted it when I stiffened under his touch. His smile didn’t fade, though. “This is Lei!” 

Bowing and giggling as my blush grew under his stare, Jaemin asked, “Just Lei?” Because he didn’t know me well enough to know my last name, Mark joined Jaemin in looking to me for an answer. 

I hurriedly bowed to Jaemin, meeting his eyes for a brief second, and nodded profusely. “Yeah. I’m Lei. Just Lei.” I guess I thought I was protecting my identity. I guess I thought I was holding Jaemin, who— bright smile and all— threatened to break through the walls I was building to protect my image. 

You have to understand: back then, I was not at all afraid of holding a broken heart. I didn’t know to be afraid of past tense love. My self-imposed (Sehun-encouraged) total dating ban was initially enacted only to discourage others from eyeing me disapprovingly; I didn’t think to protect my heart. 

“Well, ‘Just Lei,’” Jaemin winked, and my stomach flipped, “I’m Na Jaemin, but you can just call me the love of your life.” 

Mark groaned, and I tried to force my trembling smile into a straight line as I mimicked Sehun’s voice, feigning utter disinterest in Jaemin as I asked, “How old are you?”

Poking his chest out, Jaemin boasted, “I’m thirteen!” It wasn’t wasted on me— the realization that, for the first time, I was the oldest in one of these heart-fluttering conversations. 

(Note: I was older than Mark, but that doesn’t count because a.) I was only a few months older, and b.) sadly, Mark never made my heart flutter.)

Before I could respond to Jaemin— likely to succumb to his charms— Heechul’s voice broke through the scattered pre-practice chatter. Because I hadn’t seen him or heard his voice for much of his two years of military service, I smiled at the first sight of him standing atop a chair at the front of the room. My smile quickly crumbled, however, as his words filled my ears. 

“So, I heard some of you are curious about my love life!” Heechul’s bulging eyes bore into those girls who never liked me, and I understood all too quickly that this— the most humiliating moment of my life (so far)— was a belated response to their insult directed at Mom. 

Maybe I could have managed to feel bad for those girls had they ever apologized. They hadn’t even grown out of glaring at me or tripping me at every opportunity, so it was clear that they weren’t even slightly sorry. The only real difference between that day and the past was that I had grown out of caring about them. I had grown out of straining to hear their muttered thoughts. 

I wasn’t proud of Heechul for causing a scene (as usual); I just didn’t squirm for those girls because I have always believed that when you choose to unapologetically, intentionally speak cruelly, you have to accept the consequences— even if they aren’t immediate. Maybe, in some way, I thought that Heechul’s outburst was an act of justice. 

Maybe justice isn’t usually comfortable. Shrinking, I looked at Onew, hoping that he would silence Heechul so we could start practice. Why couldn’t justice have been served some other day when I wasn’t talking to the cutest boy in the world? Why couldn’t justice have been served on a day when I wasn’t scheduled to learn from one of my idols? 

Onew only stared up at Heechul with wide eyes, mouth agape in some surprised smile. Apparently, he wouldn’t dare to disrupt the hand of justice. 

Heechul continued, “First of all, if you want to survive in this industry— and, to be frank, I’m not convinced that you have what it takes— learn to mind your own damn business. Don’t make enemies out of senior artists because they can crush you, and— let me warn you right now— I’ll go gangster on all your asses!”

Murmurs rippled through the other trainees, and I hung my head in shame because, even through his insanity, I was associated with Heechul. 

His eyes narrowed. “Now, here’s some wisdom to carry through life whether you debut or flunk out of training: the vast majority of your relationships will NOT be sexual!” Since all of us were teenagers who liked to giggle at naughty words, the immature among us swallowed their amusement for fear of attracting Heechul’s scorn. 

“My relationship with Manager Kim—” 

When stares turned to me at the mention of  Mom’s name, Heechul raised his voice to turn heads toward him. “My relationship with Manager Kim is one of these many non-sexual relationships in my life! So the next time you try to fit our names into your filthy mouths, don’t spread lies! And if you choose to spread lies anyway—” 

I would have hated to be on the receiving end of Heechul’s glare. 

“— well, just suffice it to say that I don’t tolerate liars.”

The threat, although vague, stunned everybody into silence. Heechul might have taken advantage of the silence to lecture everyone all day had Mom not filled the doorway, brows arched and drawn together in utter confusion as she took in the sight of Heechul precariously balanced on the chair.

Eyes rounding as if he were a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Heechul flinched and jumped off of the chair, drawing gasps from me, Mom, and everyone else who was concerned about his injury. He stumbled, barking, “Come on, Lei! You can’t learn anything else from these people!”

Nobody had ever been more wrong than Heechul was in that moment. Burning partially from embarrassment under Jaemin’s stare, but burning mostly from the desire to learn from Onew, I shook my head until my eyes fell on Mom. From her place in the doorway, she quietly beckoned me with one quick subtle gesture. 

I tried to obey her— I promise— but my feet were somehow stuck to the floor. Like an idiot, I would have stood there, motionless, wide-eyed, and slack-jawed, had Heechul not dragged me out of the room after wrapping his hand around my arm. 

What’s worse: Kyungsoo, Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and— of course— Sehun sat together at the table by the vending machine. As I briefly met Kyungsoo’s, Baekhyun’s, and Chanyeol’s pale-faced expressions— as I watched Sehun massage his temples in small circles the moment I walked out of the studio, I did not doubt that they had heard all of Heechul’s speech. I tore my eyes away from them as I ripped my arm from Heechul’s grip. 

Probably because they were friends, Mom decided not to try to talk Heechul out of his fit. I followed her lead and devoted my energy to forgetting the numb embarrassment washing over my entire body. 

I filled the silence with the obvious fact: “I can never go back to training.” The other trainees would never let me live past Heechul’s outburst, and after his allegation that I had nothing left to learn, the instructors wouldn’t care much for me either. 

“You can’t learn anything else from them anyway!” Heechul repeated so passionately that I wouldn’t raise my voice to argue. I only looked away from him to focus on the tiled floor beneath my sneakers, wondering how he could have determined such a thing when he had never seen me dance or heard me sing. 

Hooking an arm around my waist, using the other to hold her clipboard, Mom promised, “I’ll do everything in my power to keep you from having to face the aftermath of Heechul’s fit.”

In hindsight, I guess I should have realized that meant Mom would advocate for executives (or whoever makes those decisions) to allow me to debut, but I was so anxious about the weeks of missing practices that Mom caught me off guard with her announcement over dinner (on a rare night that Heechul was absent) of the “exciting” news. Figuring that I should have been happy to debut so soon, I forced a smile to match Mom’s, and I didn’t release a single tear until I was alone in bed with my radio. 

Don’t get me wrong: I was happy. I was proud that my hard work in training had resulted in the debut that was the dream of so many people. Still, I couldn’t escape the thought that two years of training wasn’t long enough. Two years weren’t enough to prepare me for what would (hopefully) be a lifelong career. Even if two years had been enough to teach me the necessary skills— and I wasn’t sure that they were— they definitely had not been enough to teach me the necessary confidence. 

Had he been there with me that night, Sehun probably would have told me that confidence only comes with experience, and I would have frowned because I wasn’t ready for experience.

My primary stress was that the agency decided (for some reason that was never relayed to me) that I should not debut with a group as I had always imagined. I would be alone. There would be no older member to look up to and learn from. There would be no more talented or experienced member to distract the audience from my many weaknesses while somehow making me better by association. There would be no unbreakable family-like bonds formed by teamwork— shared pressures and joys. 

On stage, I would stand by myself, just like I sat by myself at the table by the vending machine, just like (even with Joy and the NCT boys) I stood in the corner of the training room with my arms crossed tightly over my chest, just like I laid alone in my cold bed as soon as I finished dinner after long days. I don’t know when I got so lonely, but I couldn’t remember the last time I hadn’t felt that cold almost numb tingling eating its way through my gut and chest and brain. I knew it couldn’t have been that distant— my last genuine smile and the next— but I couldn’t remember, and I couldn’t imagine. 

That’s why I couldn’t quite smile when I wandered into my dressing room on debut day. Even when my face nearly collided against Sehun’s chest, my lips were tucked into some unappealing shape that was neither a frown nor a smile. I wish I had tried to smile up at him even if it was fake, even if it was strained and painful. 

I didn’t even look at him, though, because I was afraid that his face would remind me of the melted cotton candy. Or maybe I was afraid that he would find my fears swimming in my eyes. Or maybe— most likely— I was afraid that he wouldn’t notice that anything was remiss, and then I would have to confront that he, who I still admired most, didn’t know me better than anyone else did. 

The thing is, I wasn’t done idolizing Sehun yet. I wasn’t ready to wake up from my daydreams about him, and with every word— with every glance— the dream was fading. I know that it isn’t right to idolize people, but I (selfishly) thought that if I couldn’t have a friend, I could at least cling to the idea of Sehun as the person who knew me best. 

Although I had been too distracted by my labyrinth of thoughts to ask Sehun why he had been in my dressing room, he said, “I was looking for you, but you showed up later than I expected.” 

Our timing was never in sync. And I didn’t know how to reset the clocks. It was probably impossible, but I would have liked to try. 

Before I could wonder why he had been looking for me, Sehun scuttled down the hall, explaining, “I have to get ready for my performance, so— um— good luck.”

I wanted to thank him, but he was gone. Thinking that I probably wouldn’t have been able to find my voice anyway, I frowned and tiptoed into the dressing room where I found it sitting on the vanity: a baby blue jewelry box. I wouldn’t have dared to open it were it note for the note atop it reading: 

Lei, 

Never forget that so many people have been looking forward to your time to shine. Wear this whenever you need to be reminded of that. 

— Sehun and Donghae

From the scrawled handwriting and our brief encounter, I gathered that the note had been written by Sehun before reading the postscript: 

P.S., The clock charm is from me, and the crown charm is from Donghae. 

I probably would have given anything to learn why they had chosen those particular charms, but I never would have been brave enough to ask. I guess the meanings don’t really matter. No, I don’t believe that. I guess it’s okay to leave some things as a mystery. 

I guess all that matters is that I wore that bracelet on stage that day. I wore that bracelet every following day for five years, never once dreaming of taking it off until I could no longer bear its weight. 

[nomadicism]

Now that She Ra is over, what are your thoughts on it? What about that Catradora kiss?

Hi Anon! Thank you for the Ask!

ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ Where to start?

I have so many thoughts on the show, and I’ve had so many thoughts since season 1. I’ve not written much of anything about She-Ra because I keep coming back to this problem of ‘where to start,’ or how to structure my thoughts beyond a +1000 item list. I can’t even pick one or two thoughts to dive into, because they all end up connecting to everything else —> honestly, that’s the mark of a tight narrative, even the big pieces that can fully stand on their own are still leading through to another piece. I fail at every attempt to write something brief.

Section I: Short answer first.

I have a very short and subjective list of media where I not only love (for different reasons) nearly every character (main, secondary, background), but where I also feel that their individual places or moments or arcs concluded in a way that felt right from start to finish. It’s a short list of media where connections and conflict between characters never felt forced, out-of-place, out-of-context, or done for shock value. She-Ra and the Princesses of Power makes that very short and subjective list.

It’s not often that a story hits all the right notes with me, and it’s much more often that a story starts off strong like that, and then turns me off ½-⅔ of the way through. I’ve quit video games during the final boss fight because the story lost me in the lead-up and I wasn’t going to waste 10-20 minutes of my time for something that turned out to be ‘meh’. It ain’t got to be deep, or anything either.

I really loved the voice acting. Everyone is great. A post for another time.

I love the aesthetics, which I wasn’t sure of at first teasers, but won me over in less than 3 minutes of the first episode (season 1) because I love bright pastels, the character designs are fun (can I still gush over variety of body types? YES), so many opportunities to explore stylish takes on the characters, and those Moebius-inspired scenery/background designs are a special interest delight. Season 5 delivered a visual ‘end game’ for the aesthetics in many ways, Section III further down will get into that a bit.

Section II: “What about that Catradora kiss?”

I gotta preface this with, shipping is not my go-to for how I enjoy creative works. It’s not a hobby for me. Sure there’s a few I dig more than others, but I’m otherwise agnostic about ships, unless there is a really bad story-fit (and that’s usually a subjective thing), or involves tropes that are a deal-breaker for me (and those typically relate a lot to the story fit).

With that said, I’m really happy to see Catradora be pulled off so brilliantly, and I think the kiss is a bold and beautiful big deal in a way that might not be obvious when considered in a vacuum. I see it as passionate and heart-felt, but also, it’s achieving(?) a relatable outcome (for me at least) that’s hard to describe. It’s an outcome yielded by a story in which two women—a hero and a villain—are divided and fight bitterly and then reconcile through love, while fighting a purity cult whose founder-prophet-god-king forces subservience through a conversion designed to strip someone of their identity (e.g. names they’ve chosen for themselves), memories-and-motivations, and love for others.

Despite these conversions, love still remains, it can’t just be baptized or therapy-ed away. Controlling puritans and authoritarians wielding religion or peace-panaceas as a weapon have been the villains in the lives of countless women and LGBTQIA people for a very long time. So yeah, I’ve got some feels about that. The last time I felt anything similarly relatable, or as strongly, was the Utena and Anthy relationship in Revolutionary Girl Utena (and really, their kiss during the surreal sequence at the end of the film adaptation).

Section III: Thoughts on Cult Aesthetics and Clones (the rough cut)

(1) In the future scenes at the end, Adora’s white dress with gold tiara and accents have this kind of goddess-like or Pallas Athena feel to it, which is a great mirror of the design choices for the god-like Horde Prime, his Purity Space Cult, mechanics/ship, and flagship interior scenery. Not saying that was the intention, but that’s how it came across to me.

Of course, those colors would be used because She-Ra already wears white and gold with a bit of red accent, which complement how the princesses are bright and colorful (pastels and jewel tones). The bold and bright colors helps signify that Etheria is full of life. Etheria is verdant and magical, and that sets up a contrast to the Fright Zone and the darker colors found in Horde characters (Hordak, Shadow Weaver, Scorpia, Catra, Entrapta, etc).

So the first kind of contrast was with the Fright Zone standing out as a poisoned/toxic against the bright, lively colors of Etheria and the princesses. Season 5 introduces another take on that contrast as Horde Prime is the opposite, or antithesis of Etheria’s colorful life. He’s like anti-life with his shades of light-and-dark grays on white, and only glow-green as an accent. In some cultures and religious traditions, white is associated with purity, and in others it is associated with death.

When Horde Prime ‘purifies’ Hordak for the sins of individuality and emotion (emotion for others, for his own sake), Hordak is drained of the colors he chose for himself during exile. In addition to being a contrast to Horde Prime (and informed by the 80s cartoon design), Hordak’s dark blue (or blue-black) and red color palette reflects the traditional use of red as a color for evil (especially vampirism) from back when diabolism was a stand-in for ‘the Devil’ in many forms of visual media (comics, live-action, animation, etc). In place of diabolic red, Horde Prime has toxic glow-green.

I absolutely love the use of the glow-green accents. Color trends for villains and significations of evil come and go, and I’m glad to see the color green be used again, and used so well. The last time I saw that shade of glow-green used so well was in Sleeping Beauty (re: Maleficent’s magic and the orb on her staff) and as the Loc-Nar in Heavy Metal. In both films, there are connotations of evil as a poisonous and corrupting influence. Green, in the context of evil, almost always signifies poison (and sometimes envy). I also like that the glow-green color is used in ways that aren’t immediately saying ‘this is evil’, such as the green baptismal waters and flames from the purification scene, or the green amniotic protein fluid. The language of piety and trappings of the sacred can cloak a sinister purpose.

I don’t know if any of that was intentional, but Horde Prime feels like the perfect synergy of purity and death (which has additional connotations, but that’s a very personal interpretation).

(2) Horde Prime immediately gave me subtle cult vibes in his first cameo (Season 3), and the follow-through on that was perfect and exactly what I was hoping to see. The background music throughout the scenes aboard the flagship fits well (love the soundtrack), and has the quality of Ecstatic Experience without pulling directly from any specific religion. Horde Prime’s dialogue is a delightful bit of narcissism veiled with the language of piety.

A purity cult comprised of clone-brother-worshippers of the cult’s founder-prophet-god-king reinforces that narcissism and has all the fun-dark feels of shiny-techno-future-dystopias. It is also an interesting use of clones, especially in a story format that usually never has the time to really dive into the complexities of cloning. This is the sort of thing that you’d be more likely to see in a one-off episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, rather than the basis for a greater scope villain, or multi-season nemesis. (and yes, Star Trek: TNG had an interesting clone episode)

Clones in science-fiction tend to fall into just a few tropes, and I generally dislike seeing clones show up in a story because the execution nearly always feels sloppy (in small ways or big ways). I did not get that feeling from She-Ra, where, the clones occupy the “cog in the machine” trope, but it is not their existence as clones that make them that way, it is the Will of Horde Prime that does. They are simultaneously expendable and sacred in their unity. It’s a nice flip on “stronger by working together” that Adora and the others have to learn (and struggle) to do.

It seems like, despite their religious programming, the clones have a little bit of their own personalities until Horde Prime ‘inhabits’ them to exert his Will. I’m trying not to read too much into it, b/c what comes across as ‘inhabits’ to me (especially with the religious/cult context), was probably meant more literal like described in the dialogue as a hive-mind control kind of thing. The first time it happens—to post-wipe/death Hordak—felt to me like a possession scene from The Exorcist, but without the kind of horror visuals that would scare both adults and children. The quick-and-subtle amount of body contortion and sound is still gross and creepy (because it should be), but it also reminds me of Ecstatic Experience in the form of speaking in tongues, or snake handling, or being a medium for a spirit. Again, I’m not saying any of that is intentional, but that’s how I see it.

(3) Finally, there is Entrapta, Hordak, and Wrong Hordak. Clones rarely get to be ‘humanized’ through friendship or romance arcs. I can think of a dozen or more robots that get to be humanized in that way, but can’t recall any clones that have (excluding doomed clones whose friendship/romance only existed for the sake of selling the tragedy of their death). Hordak gets death, renewal, and romance in a way that worked really well, and the totality of it is unique. I was a bit surprised that they could work in another clone—and I love Wrong Hordak—who pulls triple-duty as (1) comedy; (2) relevant to moving various pieces of the story along; and (3) more humanizing of the clones, which, again rarely happens as most stories take the easy low road when it comes to clones.

For Entrapta’s part, she’s never put in the position of giving up who she is (‘weird’ by many standards) for a romance. Her passion for technology is both an amusing double entendre at times, and integral to who she is. A romance for Entrapta does not replace her passion for technology, she can have both. Dating myself but, I came up in a time where most media (for children or adults) would rob a woman of her agency or passions during the resolution of a romance arc. Maybe times have changed, but it’s still nice to see none of that nonsense happening here.

[sctanic]

『 dove cameron. twenty-one. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that THEODORA ‘THEO’ KENNEDY from SYCAMORE WAY i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -BEWILDERING & -EXTEMPORANEOUS. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +BEWITCHING & +UNBIASED. i hope i see them around again!

hi everyone! i’m nico and i am so happy to be here. it’s been so long since i’ve played theo and i’ve been searching for a place she’d fit in for ages. i apologize for the length of my intro and fully do not expect anyone to actually read the entire thing but if you do and you like what you read, don’t hesitate to give it a like or send me a message to plot!

trigger warnings; parental death, murder, sexual assault, abuse, alcohol, drugs

S T A T I S T I C S

full name : theodora jane kennedy nickname: theo, t.j, teddy to a select few   date of birth  :  september 1, 1999 age : twenty-one height : 5′1″ sexuality :  pansexual   relationship status : taken by sonny deluca children : river and regan deluca, twins, nearly two years old. occupation  :  paranormal investigator for ghost adventures aesthetic  :  dried blood, cigarette smoke, spilled red wine, ripped jeans over fishnets, abandoned houses, late night walks through cemeteries, combat boots, smudged mascara, bruised skin, leather jackets, old film cameras, black lipstick, nightmares, dried out flowers.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

positive traits : bewitching, unbiased, passionate   negative traits : bewildering, extemoraneous, impulsive likes : the occult, rebellion, horror movies, the smell of fall, cinnamon   dislikes : pizza, romcoms, gender norms, willy wonka, early mornings myer-briggs : ISFP enneagram : type 8

B I O G R A P H Y

╰     ‘  theodora kennedy was born on september 1, 1999 in a small town on long island, new york to a young couple. daniel and christina kennedy already had a six year old son when they welcomed their daughter into the world and although she had not been planned, they were happy to have her. for the first five years of her life, theo had everything, but that all changed on christmas eve of 2004.

╰     ‘  what they thought was an attempted robbery gone wrong left the kennedy family broken. as theo and her older brother hid in the closet and watched from the crack between the door and the frame, christina was shot 4 times repeatedly and left dead. — it would take one whole year for authorities to find out that her own husband was responsible for it.

╰     ‘  no, daniel kennedy didn’t pull the trigger. and no, he didn’t break into his own house but his past life of crime brought upon the tragedy. before meeting and setting down with christina, daniel had been involved in a sketchy lifestyle — drugs, alcohol, parties and crime. he bought, he dealt, he stole and he owed a lot of money. when he didn’t meet his deadline he was warned what would happen, and they had been true to their word. if he couldn’t offer them the money they would take something else, something money couldn’t buy. his wife, and the mother to his two children.

╰     ‘  that christmas was a dark one. there were no celebrations and the kids didn’t open their presents. the new year just brought dread and slowly the kennedy’s began to spiral. daniel began to fall back into his olf lifestyle of partying and crime as a coping mechanism. he became involved with the wrong people once more, people he called ‘old friends’ and more times than not his son jack, who was only eleven at the time, was left to care for his sister, theo.

╰     ‘  the death of a mother would be hard for anyone, but witnessing it had really ruined theodora. she stopped socializing, stopped speaking. her father still swears that she didn’t speak a single word for 3 years, and that may have been true. night terrors and flash backs took over her once pleasant dreams.

╰     ‘  after falling back into his prior way of life, mr. kennedy found himself unemployed. it was really no surprise, he would miss shifts at the auto body shop and when he did show up he was under the influence of something and incapable of doing much of anything and with no steady income, they lost their house. however, with every storm comes a rainbow and although they lost nearly everything they did get to move in with daniel’s parents, theo’s grandparents who she absolutely adored.

╰     ‘  grandma and grandpa kennedy weren’t your everyday grandparents. they didn’t knit blankets and play bingo, no, they owned the town funeral home, situated on a graveyard and lived atop of it. grandpa was a funeral director and grandma a mortician. while daniel had grown up in the funeral home, he wasn’t much phased and his new habits left him home rarely. jack hated it. he avoided the parlor at all costs and refused to tell his friends where it was he was living but theo had never felt more comfortable, surrounded by death.

╰     ‘  at only six, she began tagging along with her grandparents while they worked. she learned how to embalm bodies and prepare them for their final rest. of course her interest in the dead and the fact that she lived in a funeral home was a subject of ridicule in school. even in kindergarten she was picked on for it. she instantaneously became the ‘weird girl’. as she got older the bullying got worse, but it made her tough. she didn’t need friends, she had her interests to keep her busy and she liked to believe the dead were her friends. she’d often spend time in the morgue or out in the cemetery, making up lives in her head for the deceased and searching for answers.

╰     ‘  her interest in the occult began very early. she loved anything mysterious and dark. her first report in elementary school was on ed and lorraine warren, her biggest inspirations even back then and ever since she has longed to be the next lorraine. her intuition to the dead is strong and her sensitivity is high. she was told early on by a psychic friend of her grandparents that she had a gift and although they told her that she would one day be able to use it to help the living, she knew right away she wanted to use it to help the dead — the souls not at rest.

╰     ‘  by sixteen theo’s relationship with her father was nonexistent. he was absent most of her life, in and out of jail and always under the influence of drugs. and when he was around, he was abusive. she spent her whole life fearing him and while her brother jack strived to be everything their father was not, to make him proud, theo found herself slowly becoming everything her father was. she was skipping school to smoke in the cemetery and drinking alcohol from her fathers stash alone in her room. she tried to drown out her demons by self medicating. she found herself at house parties and in strangers beds regularly. she was her own worst nightmare. she was becoming the person her peers had made her out to be, a monster. she was mean and bitter and mad at the world, and so very young.

╰     ‘  at seventeen her world turned upside down one more time. a small town murder made the news and left the locals panicked. was there a serial killer on the loose? were they in danger? would the killer ever get caught? a witness met with the police and a sketch was made of the suspect and shared with the world via the local news — and theo knew instantly who it was. she had spent the last week hearing about the brutal murder of a young seventeen year old girl. she had been drugged, sexually assaulted and eventually choked to death. it was ugly and it was inhuman — and it was her father. she was sure of it. with shaky hands and the approval of her grandparents, she called the police and reported her father. after 3 months and a very long trial, he was sentenced to life in prison and for the first time in years, she could finally breathe.

╰     ‘  at eighteen, theodora applied for an internship with the ghost adventures team in vegas and by some miracle she was accepted. it only took six months for them to welcome her to the team full time, making her the youngest member of the crew. she found a family in her ghost adventures crew, looking up to zak bagans like the father figure she never had. her new job and new found family really helped pull her away from the dark path she was going down.

╰     ‘  she soon after moved to vegas, the glitz and glam and partying was dangerous and tempting but her work crew did their best to steer her in the right direction, it was there — in vegas that theo met sonny deluca.

╰     ‘  sonny showed up at theo’s door one morning with his mission partner, asking to talk to her about the book of mormon. one day later he showed back up alone. four days later he was leaving his mission and moving in. it happened quick and they fell fast. theo didn’t think she was capable of loving anyone, especially not in the way that she loves sonny. it only took four days for him to knock down her walls and expose her soft interior. 

╰     ‘  it did not take very long into their relationship to learn that they were expecting, not just one baby but twins. both scared and excited, they decided to keep the babies and make the impulsive decision to move. mapleview was their destination, the perfect place to raise a family. they got a house and prepared for the birth of their children.  

╰     ‘  still together, sonny and theo now have a set of twins, almost two year old son, river and daughter regan. they are the light of theo’s life and everyday she strives to be better for their sake. without her family, she would be in a very bad place. she’s positive of it.

[fatefulfaerie]

Coming Home

So people are starting to self-isolate for their health, and of course that means I’m going create content to make their lives just a little better! Whether you are separated from friends or family and/or sick I hope my content makes things a little brighter.

Here’s some Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood for now. Three tiny one shots. Can be taken as one or three. So...a three-shot? Post-canon but before that one picture :). Will maybe try to get some Zelda stuff out ahead of “schedule” but we’ll see. She says as if she had a schedule in the first place.

Stay safe, be kind and considerate to others, all that good human being stuff.

“Rockbell Automail, how can I help you?”

“Um…”

Ed snickered away from the phone.

“Yeah, I’d like to make an appointment,” he continued with his signature smug smirk.

“Are you a returning customer?”

“…no.”

What a lie.

“So, a consultation then?”

“A week from today,” Ed said. “Three o’clock.”

Winry was surprised at how forward he was, yet she scheduled it anyway.

“Okay, you’re in the books,” she said, closing the pen while holding the phone on her shoulder with her head.

“Oh, I almost forgot! What’s your name?”

Ed smiled and leaned back in his chair, placing his right foot on his left leg in a relaxed position. With a casual tease, he started,

“You might know me as the Fullme—”

“ED!” She exclaimed, Ed leaning away from the loud noise with a chuckle.

“You jerk!” He heard her say once he returned to the transceiver. “I wrote that in pen!”

“Wait,” she heard, just right before she was about to cross it off. 

“Keep it,” he said before hanging up abruptly and bursting out in laughter, Winry simultaneously letting out an excited inhale with wide eyes.

“Alphonse!”

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Winry clasped her hands as the train came to a stop, puffs of steam billowing around the steel plating until they cleared.

Her long, blonde hair had been blown by the exhaust, yet now it settled, dangling upon her shoulders. 

She stood right where she last saw him, the exact spot that he disguised a proposal as a desperate exclamation of the “laws of equivalent exchange”. She wondered if all alchemists were so set in their ways and words.

Then again, Edward Elric likely didn’t know of any other way to say it.

She maintained the anticipation in her heart as people started to step off the train, greeting them with a soft smile while still leaning her head left and right to get the first glimpse of him.

And, of course, he was the last to appear, his flamboyant nature to make every entrance his and his alone not quite lost. 

Edward beamed a great big smile at the sight of Winry.

He stepped off the train and didn’t stop, his bag releasing from his fingers as he walked to Winry like only she mattered.

His bag could fall to the tracks for all he cared.

Winry giggled as he approached, Edward bringing both his hands to her cheeks.

“How’s your le—mm…”

With a downward tilt of his neck he had captured his lips with hers, Winry returning the gesture by going in her tiptoes and placing a hand on the back of his head.

She withdrew as she came back down, Winry pursing her lips with a gaze angled slightly downward. It was as if she was trying to contain a laugh.

“What?” He asked with a chuckle.

Ed looked to his right, doing a double take before he registered their audience in his mind.

“Oh,” he said, his face bluing and paling as he seemed to shrink down, hunching over with his arms hanging down.

Before the couple was Pinako Rockbell, Mei Chang, and Alphonse Elric, all with mouths popped open in shock.

“Who knew that two months in the West would make Edward Elric such a romantic?” Winry asked, running her fingers through his hair before rearranging it the smallest ways.

“Only for you, my dear,” he grumbled.

“B-brother…” Alphonse stammered.

Ed perked up immediately, scratching the back of his head.

“H-hey, Al.”

“How come we never do that!” Mei exclaimed pointedly at Alphonse with her hands on her hips.

“Whoa,” Alphonse said, holding his hands out. His face was burning red. “H-hold on.”

Pinako paid them no mind, pacing towards Edward and Winry.

“It’s about time you came home,” she said. “I don’t want to see you and your brother continue your father’s nasty habit of staying away.”

“You know I couldn’t stay away for long,” Ed replied as Winry took notice of his bag, grabbing it before returning to his side. “I guess you could say that my life is here.”

“I see,” Pinako replied before starting a walk off. “Come now, Mei, let’s finish teaching you how to make that pie.”

“Alphonse’s favorite pie!” She exclaimed as fisted hands squeezed her cheeks, the light in her eyes so big that it almost washed out her surroundings. “Are you coming, Al?”

“Yeah, I’ll catch up in a bit,” he said, prompting Mei to walk along the path with Pinako.

He looked to his brother with a warm smile, both with golden eyes that teased tears. 

All this time and Edward still knew to treasure how lucky he was to have his brother. After everything they had been through, to hold him in the flesh was something he hoped he’d never take for granted.

So, no words needed to be said as they hugged each other, the presence of the other such a familiar comfort even when they let go.

“I hope you didn’t have to much fun in the East without me,” Ed said.

Al gave a small laugh, his shoulders going up and down with a shrug.

“Nothing I can’t recall.”

“Good,” Ed said.

Winry handed the bag to Ed before they started walking along, Ed slinging it over his shoulder.

They watched Alphonse run to catch up with Pinako and Mei, Winry surprised by the sensation of Ed’s left hand entangling with hers.

She looked to him, yet his focus was on the horizon, that determined gaze he would get when he knew he would win a fight or when he was about to clap his hands together to perform alchemy.

Only now it was softer, his eyes brightened by the sunny day, those golden eyes catching light in such a mesmerizing way.

“Granny has been calling me Winry Elric ever since you left,” Winry said as they strolled along the path. “She refuses to address me by anything else.”

Ed smiled to himself.

“Why would she call you that?” He teased.

Ed’s smile released further when Winry purposely and playfully bumped into him.

“That’s all you’ve got?” he retorted.

“I didn’t bring my wrench.”

“You might need a whole stash if we’re getting married.”

“Already taken care of, pipsqueak.”

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Winry grabbed a wrench from the tray beside her, running her thumb up and down its’ edge with a smile.

This was the wrench she had used when she first built his automail appendices, the arm and the leg that were taken because he loved his mother and brother so much.

She looked to him now, laying on his bent arms with his hands clasped behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

The strength in him was truly in his care for others, how that never faltered, never degraded due to fear. His love, all love, is what makes humans greater than their sins, their lust, their greed, their gluttony, their envy, their sloth, their wrath, their pride. Edward knew well that to forget love and compassion was the greatest sin of them all. 

So, to have his love was the greatest blessing Winry could ever hope for.

Perhaps young and naive to some, that young boy he once was knew little of the world and its’ rules, performing the taboo with only one consequence in mind. Some might warrant him a monster for attempting human transmutation, damning his brother’s body and his own limbs just to see the life in their mother’s smile.

Yet, there are far worse monsters than those who value, above all else, life.

There was, after all, no equal trade for life. Unparalleled are the bounds by which it portends, for miles and miles, infinite reaches to foreign places. The truth is, that life could only come from love, and vice versa.

Winry shook her head, pulling her out of the trance.

Using the wrench, she tightened the mechanisms, Edward repositioning his head to comfortably look at her.

“You’re beauti—AAH!”

He sat up straight at the sensation.

“WINRY, I SWEAR TO TRUTH!”

“Sorry,” Winry said. “I may have gone too far.”

Edward’s head fell back onto the pillow with a sigh.

“You were saying?” She prompted with a smirk.

“You’re a real piece of work,” Ed said, grumbling, his forearm on his forehead.

Winry’s expression grew into a smile as she adjusted his automail’s tightness.

“And,” he started, blushing. “You…y-you’re beautiful.”

Winry started to blush as well.

“As beautiful as any human can be, n-not that there are laws to dictate—”

“Do male alchemists know anything about talking to girls?” Winry interrupted, replacing the wrench in her hand with a screwdriver

“Probably not,” Ed replied, relieved that he was stopped from blabbering on.

“If our Flame Alchemist is any indication,” she said. “I’d have to agree.”

Winry sat back in her chair.

“How does that feel?”

“Better,” Ed said, sitting up completely and testing slight movements of his leg.

Winry stood up, collecting her things.

“If I don’t get to my room soon, Granny will tease me for the rest of my life.”

“You mean the rest of her life.”

Winry chuckled.

“Sometimes I feel like she’s going to outlive us a—EEK!”

Edward had suddenly grabbed her by the waist, giving her no choice but for her to surrender to his hold, them both falling to the bed.

“Ed!” She yelled, laughing as he tickled her with a mischievous grin. “Ed, stop!”

He stopped immediately, her back now flush against his chest, his hands hugging her waist.

“I love you, you know that, right?” He asked near her ear.

She turned herself to face him, cupping her hand at his cheek.

Winry kissed him deeply and passionately, Ed matching if not surpassing the desperation.

“Does that answer your question, pipsqueak?”

“Will I ever live that down?”

“Not until you drink milk.”

Edward grumbled indistinguishably as Winry stood up to leave.

He sat up with a thankful smile as she neared the door, his eyes full of love. He couldn’t stay mad at her long.

Winry opened the door only to see Alphonse about to knock at it, Winry raising her eyebrows in surprise.

“Hi, umm,” Alphonse said, lowering his arm. “Could you keep the noise down? Some of us still have sleep to catch up on. You know, being a suit of armor and all.”

“It’s been two years, Al,” Ed said dryly, unamused.

“Still…”

“I was just about to leave anyway,” Winry said, assuring him.

“Yippee,” Alphonse said unenthusiastically as he walked off. He did sound tired.

Winry gave Edward a peck on the lips where he sat on the foot of his bed.

“Goodnight,” he said out of the kiss.

“Goodnight, Fullmetal Alchemist,” Winry said, closing the door behind her and departing.

[stenbrozier]

48 Hours (Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader)

Plot: You knew that Eddie loved you, but ever since high school started, you noticed how he stared at Richie. You simply had to ask what the deal was and if you were even still his.

Warnings: Slight platonic!Reddie, bi!Eddie (which is my favorite hc of him and tbh the only one I believe), mention of past parental divorce, trust issues + swearing

Based off of the song 48 Hours by fredo disco

A/N: Listen, I feel like Richie would be really big into, like, protesting and shit. Read my headcanon of Teen!Richie if you wanna see why :) Also this is set when they’re high school seniors, so roughly around 1994!

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The lunch room was bursting with noise as you walked in with your boyfriend, Eddie, and your small group of friends. He held your hand loosely in his, and you noticed how all of his attention was on Richie as he yelled something about the big “LGBT” rights protest that was going on in Bangor the Saturday coming up, trying to recruit you and the rest to go.

“Rich, who’s even gonna take us,” Stan said, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like we can just ask one of our parents to take us to a fucking gay rights protest!” Bill furrowed his eyes at Stan.

“U-use th-the right term-terminology.” Bill playfully glared at Stan while Stan just simply rolled his eyes back in return. You guys came upon an empty table, all taking your seats and continuing the conversation.

“I mean, maybe my mom would take us,” you said softly. The entire group looked up at you. “She probably already knows about it.” Richie looked at you with confusion, then smiled.

“Holy fuck! I forgot your mom was gay,” he laughed as the rest of the group laughed, too. “We all wouldn’t fit into her car though.”

“I mean I wouldn’t go,” Eddie said. You looked over at him with a frown on your face, making his heart feel like it was just punched. He looked back down at the table, taking his hand from yours. “My mom would never let me. Y-you guys know how she is.”

“Come on Eds,” Richie said as he reached across the table and tapped Eddie’s elbow. “Rebel for once in your life.” Eddie looked up from the table and stared at Richie, a small smile coming across his face, which perfectly matched the smile that Richie was giving him. “You can’t fucking submit to her for the rest of your life.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said as a blush crept onto his cheeks. He looked over at you, smiling at you like a goof. “I’ll come with you guys.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly on the cheek. His arm slowly wrapped around your waist, but his grip was soft and loose.

“Okay,” you replied. “You guys can come over maybe Friday after school and we’ll ask my mom. She can’t so ‘no’ to all of us.” Bill laughed from next to you. Eddie moved his arm from around you suddenly, and then he stood up and walked over to Richie, whispering to him quietly. You felt tears well up in your eyes, and you looked up at Bev, nodding your head towards the girls’ bathroom door that stemmed off the cafeteria. You stoop up fast and grabbed your bag as your scurried out of the situation. You heard Bev’s heeled boots from behind you, and you could tell that she was desperately trying to catchup to you. As soon as you got into the bathroom, you threw your backpack into the corner, looking up at her with hot tears steaming down your face.

“Why are you crying, darling,” she asked sympathetically as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders. “Is it cause if Eddie? He’s acting a little off.” You nodded, burying your face into her neck.

“I think...I think he’s in love with Richie,” you said softly. The confession caused more tears to stream down your face. Bev pulled you away from her, staring into your glossy eyes.

“He loves you,” Bev said reassuringly. “Richie is his best friend and Richie’s been partying a lot and not spending to much time with him, so he’s probably a little deprived of his attention.” She pulled you in front of the mirror, grabbing paper towels out of the dispenser and dabbing underneath your eyes. “You’re his everything, (Y/N). Eddie would never leave you for anyone, let alone Trashmouth.” You laughed at Richie’s old nickname, one that no one had heard since the summer of ‘89.

“But,” you looked over at her through your glassy eyes. “Bev, this has been going on for months.” She sighed, bringing you into a hug. “And I have no question that he loves me and cares about me, I just don’t know if it’s romantically or platonically.” The bell rang and she grabbed your backpack for you and handed it to you as you walked out of the bathroom to head to class.

“Then you should tell him,” Bev said softly as she planted a kiss on your temple and went off to walk with Ben. Eddie came up from behind you, giving you a small smile and a kiss on the cheek and it calmed your anxieties for a moment. You looked up at him and grasped for his hand.

“Do you wanna come to mine after school,” you asked him. “I-I wanted to ask you something.” He furrowed his eyebrows at you, pulling you over to the side of the hallway.

“Are you okay, babe,” he asked as he reached up to stroke your cheek with his thumb. You shrugged, not really wanting to delve into everything until you were both alone. “You’re my girl, remember that.” You rolled your eyes at his attempt to make you feel better, though it did make you blush slightly.

“I know, Wheezy,” you said, laughing at the face he made after you said his least favorite nickname. “We’ve gotta get to Calc, let’s go.” You reaches out for his hand and dragged him along. You liked these moments; the small moments where it just felt like you and him and there was nothing that could possibly come between you two.

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You walked into your house, hearing your dog bark loudly as you let Eddie in before locking the door again. Your German Shepard, Rocco, came bounding down the steps, and he went right over to Eddie. Eddie smiled as he leaned down and scratched behind his ear. You ruffled Eddie’s hair, nodding your head up the steps as you lead him to your bedroom. Rocco followed closely behind, jumping onto your bed before you had even stepped foot into the room. When you got into your room, you shut the door and walked up to Eddie. You give a him a passionate kiss on the lips before sitting down next to your dog.

“What’d you wanna talk about,” Eddie asked just above a whisper as he squeezed in next to you, holding your waist with his left arm. “Are you insecure in the relationship? B-because we can talk things out and just try to see where you’re not comfortable and” You cut him off with a sob. He looked at you with concern. “What?! Did I say something? Baby, look at me.” You wiggled our of his grasp, standing up and pacing the room before you looked at him.

“Do you love Richie?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “C-cause you stare at him all the time and he stares right back and I don’t know if I’m fucking paranoid or if you love him.” You looked over at him, and he almost started to cry at the hurt in your eyes.

“Why the fuck would I love Richie,” Eddie asked softly. “You’re all I could want. You’re my girl, (Y/N). I tell you that everyday.” He reached out for your hand, but you pulled away. He sighed, standing up and running his hands through his hair. “Okay, maybe, I think Richie is attractive, but that doesn’t mean that I love him. He’s my best friend, babe.” You scoffed bitterly and felt more tears well up in your eyes.

“You should be more outright with your feelings, Kaspbrak,” you whispered. “You should’ve told me this from the beginning.” Eddie stopped in his tracks, giving all of his attention to you as you spoke. “You know my trust issues, especially with my parents divorce and everything, but I get it. If I’m being honest, we’ve probably all had a stupid crush on Richie.” Eddie sighed, sitting down next to you.

“It isn’t, or wasn’t, just a stupid crush,” Eddie said meekly. You looked at him confused. He sighed, holding his hands to his face as he amped himself up to tell you. “R-Richie and I, we, uh, we were a thing back in eighth grade.” You heart skipped a beat when he told you. “It-it wasn’t anything super duper big, just us both trying to figure out everything, sexuality wise. That’s how I found out I was bi, (Y/N). And I know I should’ve told you before, but I sometimes think about it because I’m forever grateful for it.”

“What do you mean grateful? Like grateful that you were able to discover that part of you with your best friend?” Eddie nodded, looking up at you. “Wow, Ed. I-okay. I’m sorry for being a jealous bitch.” You rubbed your tears away from your cheeks and h grabbed your wrist, bringing it to his mouth so he could kiss your hand.

“Baby, I love you,” he whispered against your skin. “I love only you.” Eddie let go of your hand, pulling you to him by your upper arms and wrapping them around himself. He laced his fingers into your hair and stuffed his face into the side of your neck, letting you sniffle and get rid of your tears. You pushed back, moving your hands to hold his cheeks.

“I love you, too, Eddie,” you softly responded, rubbing your thumbs over the light dust of freckles on his face. You were pulled out of your trance when Rocco bumped your leg, wagging his tail. You knelt down the floor, scratching your dog behind the ear as he panted and kicked his leg on the floor.

“I think he wants to eat. Or go outside,” Eddie said as you laughed, grabbing his hand and beckoning Rocco to follow you both down the steps.

[bnhavibes]

Can I request like not super nsfw but still makeouts w bakugou and shinsou separately? I love them too much

Yea!!! Omg yes i LOVE reading kiss scenes with those babies 🥺 can there be a bit of angst????🥵

His phone was on silent, the explodo boy’s way of shutting everyone out today.

it’s his birthday, but, he never really did like celebrating it.

It usually reminded him how little affection people show him;

They’d blurt out a quick happy birthday and disappear into the air, not wanting him to explode on them for surprising him or making him feel embarrassed.

The screen lit up a few times, texts from his annoying Shitty Hair-ed friend and the sparky kid only making him feel guiltier for not wanting to enjoy his birthday.

Until a light rapping on his door pulls him out of his thoughts.

He opens the door, his eyes widening down at you before a small side smile pulls at his lips.

“Happy B-Birthday, Ka-katsuki.” You said, nervously. He’s been your friend for years, you always knew he hated his birthday but...

you had something to confess

his pupils snapped between your own and the card you had in your hands (along with the takeout curry you were holding)

“Tch. Thanks.” He says, pulling you into his room by your arm and shutting the door before someone could spot the bright blush across his cheeks

you were nervous, placing the food on his side table before sitting on the bed.

He would plop down next to you, your card crinkling as you gripped it, before he would get annoyed

“Hey! You’re crumpling it!” He’d snap, tearing the card away before you could say anything.

“no, wait— i—”

“Whaaaat? It’s for me, right? Heh, lets see what you wrote.” He wasn’t expecting to read what his eyes landed on though.

The heat creeped back up his neck to his ears as he read about how long you’ve waited to confess your feelings, and how you hoped it wouldn’t make his birthday worse.

You hid your face in your arm when he started trembling in what you assumed was anger.

He’d grip your shoulders harshly, but his touch would lighten at the gasp you’d let slip.

You’d peek an eye at him shyly, before he’d remove your arm from your face and pull you in slowly

“Agh— Close your eyes, dumbass.” He’d growl, but the red tip of his nose meant he was nervous because..... he was to kiss you.

When you squeezed your eyes shut, he’d lick his lips, tenderly lifting your chin with his fingers before placing them on your lips and pressing his chest against yours

His right hand would stay like that, but his left arm would snake around your waist, pulling your— surprisingly to him— plush body.

It felt like hours had passed as he repeatedly pressed his lips to yours, deepening his passion each time.

You’d be left breathless.

He’d pull away first, but not far enough.

the tips of your noses would still be touching as he lets out a very shakey exhale.

“I’ve... been wanting to do that, for— ..a while.”

“Ha-Happy Birthday?” Was all you could squeak out, resulting in a small chuckle from him.

“Yeah,” He’d say, wrapping both of his strong arms around you. “It’s a happy birthday...” were the last mumbles you could make out before he’d pull you on top of him, laying back as your lips returned to his.

(god i fucking love this gif of him)

Shinsou, Hitoshi

First makeout session with him????

It was actually a dare sksjshkskd

but you ended up liking it???????? (obvi)

Everyone at UA thought he was so f*cking odd and too goth to be a hero

They’d run away from any interactions with him at all!

But, not you!

You were so kind to him, always!

He had a crush on you, though he thought it was stupid of him to fall for someone as bubbly as you are

Turns out, you and him had a LOT in common than he’d admit

Library run-ins consisted of you (sort of rudely) inviting yourself to plop down beside him, asking how his day was or what song he was listening to in his earphones

“Black by Pearl Jam.” He’d say, a smirk on his lips that should’ve creeped you out.

You’d snort, “You still listen to old rock?? Come on, what about new stuff.” you’d complain, grabbing your phone and playing your music before replacing an earphone of his with your own

He’d freeze, not knowing how to react to being touched.

You’d jam for a bit with him watching, trying hard to ignore his gaze as you doodled on your notebook

You didn’t see the list of dares you left in your binder as you opened it

Your friends compiled a dare book with you one day after a night of drunk confessions

He didn’t think anything about the stupid ones, in fact he took mental note of silly things you’d tell your friends to do

Until

He got to your name

He blushed before reading on, thinking you were still jamming.

“Ask emo boy on a date?” He mumbled, taking a second to realize your friends meant h i m

He’d look over at you, not expecting to meet your eyes.

“I— Aheh, I didn’t think you’d read that far— I-I’m sorry th-they called you emo boy. But I told them I liked you and they couldn’t stop teasing me, calling you e-boy and— mmph.”

After hearing you say the words he never dreamt you could say, his heart leaped, and his hands moved, he couldn’t control it!

He had tossed the binder to the side and almost literally climbed into your lap, pressing his lips against yours so sweetly

You kissed him back, heart pounding as you reached out for him, caressing the nape of his neck with one hand and running fingers through his hair with the other

He let out a satisfied hum as your fingertips laced through his locks

After he pulls away, your bright smile returns to your face, resulting in him turning your back on him

“I’ll see you Saturday, at 7.” He says, pulling his things together as he returns his resting sad boi face.

You blushed at his nonchalantness

didn’t he just kiss you????

“Don’t be late picking me up,” He teases after he turns to leave, “And bring your best playlists. You’re more interesting than I thought, kitten.”

[gaycrouton]

46 ad 52 for the sex asks!

52 - Is there anyone you’ve given up on?

46 - How many times did you have sex last year?

[Combined with anon ask for 84]

84 - Why did your last relationship fail?

msr / s5

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Juicy Personality quiz with UNEXPECTED results!!! Ran in bold lettering across the top of the glossy page of Cosmo his sharpie was hovering over. Scully said he had a concussion from the perp they nabbed earlier in the day so he couldn’t drive them back and he couldn’t take a nap - two things that cured his jitteryness during long car rides. He’d been whining while perusing the magazine, and to get him to stop, Scully agreed to placate him by answering a quiz.

He was surprised and tried to choose a quiz that was as minimally graphic as possible. So far, it’d been going pretty well.

Have you ever cheated?

“No”

Have you ever been cheated on?

“Yes.”

He’d grilled her about that one, indignant and angry that someone could be such an idiot to cheat on someone liker her. Apparently her high school boyfriend realized he was gay and it hadn’t really been as much cheating as it was realizing they weren’t meant for each other.

Do you hold grudges?

“Depends.”

She hadn’t been giving much commentary until this one.

“Is there anyone you’ve given up on?”

“Isn’t Cosmo supposed to be all sex or something?” she asked, hands ten and two even though no one else was on the long stretch of highway.

“Do you want to take What your favorite sex position says about you?” he teased.

“No,” she deadpanned, and even though he wasn’t looking at her, he knew she was rolling her eyes with a smirk by her tone alone.

“Who’s to say this isn’t a sex question?” he replied.

“What? Like people I’ve given up on because they don’t know how to please a woman?” she laughed.

“Maybe,” he lilted.

“Then I’ve given up on quite a few people,” she mused begrudgingly.

“Aww,�� he pouted sympathetically, his sharpie squeaking as he circled answer C for lovers.

Clearing his throat, he asked the next one. “Why did your last relationship fail?” 

“Romantic?” she clarified.

“Probably.”

“What are the options?” she asked, indulging him but not wanting to divulge too much of her personal info. 

“A) Infidelity, B) Incompatibility, C) Lack of Passion, D) Other”

“Other,” she replied.

He circled it, acutley aware that ‘other’ meant ‘I started working with the X-Files and it consumed my life’ but it wasn’t an option. 

“What do you value most? Respect, Money, Trust, or Power,” he asked, hand already poised to answer.

“Power,” she replied absently, switching lanes to pass a John Deer Tractor sticking too far out.

He stilted and looked at her, seeing no sign of dishonesty on her face. “Really?” he asked.

“No!” she replied, a wide smile cracking her face as she laughed. “Got you,” she cooed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckled, circling ‘Trust’.

“So-”

“Wait you didn’t get my answer,” she corrected.

“Oh, sorry. It’s money right?” he joked.

“How did you know?” she smirked before lightly adding, “Trust.”

He pretended to circle the answer like he hadn’t already and it gave him time to really process the question he was about to ask and he felt a blanket of unease drape on his shoulders. 

“Okay, last one. Are you ready?” he breathed, sitting up to prepare for the blow he was about to get.

“Hit me.”

“Did you fuck Ed Jerse?” 

That’s not what the question really said, but it might as well have been and they both knew it. How many times did you have sex last year? He knew for a damn fact she was too busy for a boyfriend. The cancer scare a few months ago took most of her energy away. It only made sense. She didn’t belong to him. Her body her choice. But he knew his answer to that question and he knew it was inexplicably connected to his unbridled affection for her.

“Yes,” she answered, all traces of humor absent from her voice.

That’s not what her answer was either. She’d just quietly replied once. If it had been a few, he would have assumed maybe she went out from time to time to releive stress. Part of him was hoping that she said none, so that maybe she was in the same boat as him. If he was really hopeful, maybe even for similar reasons. But instead she said once. Once when she was so mad at him and he’d been such a fucking asshole to her that she’d ran into the arms of someone who tried to kill her.

“So what are my results?” she asked as he slowly circled 0-1 on the sheet, breaking the awkward silence that had settled in the car.

He tallied her answers and turned the magazine upside down to read the results.

“You are loyal above all else.”