#I HOPE THIS HELPS!!! honestly i have had a lot of trouble with color

[nebulousbrainsoup]

quiet

🌙 SUMMARY: sometimes, your boyfriend has a little trouble expressing himself. he gets stuck in that pretty head of his, thoughts swirling like a storm. thankfully, you know just how to help him out of it. 🌙 PAIRING: kang yeosang x gn!reader 🌙 GENRE: fluff, smut 🌙 AU/TROPE INFO: established relationship, comfort after hurt 🌙 WORD COUNT: 1.8k 🌙 TAGS/WARNINGS: non-sexual dom/sub dynamics, stressed yeosang, stress/anxiety reactions, non-verbal yeosang for some of this, explicit discussion/negotiation of d/s dynamics & safety measures, pet names/nicknames (my Sangie, baby, angel, the rest happen in the smut lol), nonverbal cues as communication, subspace, brief mentions of food and eating, cuddling, not proofread 🌙RATING: mature 🌙 A/N: this is... a new venture for me, as far as released fics go. i have about a million blurbs like this that will never see the light of day, but after what happened yesterday... i had to give my boy some comfort. i hope you enjoy <3 🌙 smut tags under the cut ; divs from @cafekitsune 🌙 masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?

🌙 SMUT TAGS/WARNINGS: clothed sex, dom/sub dynamics, dry humping, cumming in pants, emotional release crying, traffic light check-in system, pet names ([my] Sangie, baby, angel, baby boy, sweetheart, good boy), reader is possessive, gratuitous praise, humiliation if you squint, sub!yeosang, dom!reader

The moment your apartment door swung open, you knew something was wrong. It wasn’t the act itself that threw you; unannounced visits weren’t Yeosang’s style and, as you had come to expect, he had texted you before coming over. There was nothing telling about the way it opened either, the quiet creak of the hinges a welcome familiarity over top of the tension you felt radiate through the space. No version of the sing-song greeting you were accustomed to met your ears as you heard it click shut, and you frowned. The crease between your brows only deepened as you heard his bag hit the floor of the entryway, your jaw tightening. 

This wouldn’t do.

Quiet footsteps shuffled toward the kitchen but you paid them no mind, focusing entirely on the pot of soup in front of you. A small, pleased noise sounded from the doorway, and within moments, strong arms were wrapped around your waist and Yeosang was burying his nose into your hair. You basked in the touch for a moment, letting yourself indulge despite your boyfriend’s disregard for your rules. With a steadying breath, you clicked your tongue in disapproval, moving to step out of his grasp as you reached for a cabinet above you. He only coiled tighter around you as you shifted, a broken little whimper leaving him and three gentle taps landing on your hip.

Your heart broke as you settled back onto your feet, recalling a months-old conversation for the hundredth time.

“So, I’m okay with all of that. It’s really stuff I already do anyway,” Yeosang affirmed, a pretty blush coloring his cheeks and ears as he looked over the tablet in front of him. “I mean, I don’t want you to think I’m like… breaking in or something when I walk in.” 

You both giggled at that. “So greeting me should be easy, then. We’re starting out simple, Sangie, that’s kind of the point of this.”

He nodded in understanding, fingers tapping against the table. “So, one thing I already do and one new thing.” 

It was your turn to nod, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. It’s kind of selfish too, honestly… I know I don’t have a lot of space, but even just giving your bag a more permanent home than by the door just… feels nice. It feels like you’re not going to run out on me over the little things.” 

The look he directed back up at you was one of sheer adoration, and you felt your stomach flip. “Of course I wouldn’t.” 

It was your turn to blush. You had to pause, gathering your wits before opening your mouth to speak but, to your surprise, your boyfriend beat you to it. “There’s just one thing. I… Sometimes, if I have a particularly overwhelming day, I don’t always… have words. And I don’t want to keep myself away from you or get in trouble with you on my worst days just because I’m too in my head to speak.” 

Something gripped at your heart, squeezing it tight. “We can do nonverbal cues, like we do during regular scenes. You could tap me three times to let me know you’re out of words, if that works? That way you can still use your double tap to safeword, even outside of the bedroom, but you don’t have to push yourself to provide an explanation.”

His eyes lit up, a soft little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “That’s perfect.”

You had known it would happen at some point, but that didn’t keep your heart from hurting. “Oh, my Sangie,” you murmured, reaching back to card a hand into his hair. Another pitiful whimper left him and some of the tension drained from his shoulders at the attention. “I need to finish dinner, baby.” Again, a whine of protest, and his grip around you tightened. “Angel,” you prodded, and sighed internally when the pet name had him melting against you. “You can have all the attention you want in ten minutes after I finish dinner. Why don’t you go put your bag where it’s supposed to be and curl up on the couch in the meantime, hm? Pick out a show for us to watch while we eat.” 

He huffed a sigh but you felt him nod against your neck and squeeze you tight once more, pressing a kiss to your head before heading off back into your apartment. You turned, watching him go with a pained expression. 

No, this wouldn’t do at all.

The moment the last drop of soup was gone from both of your bowls, your dishes were swept away, deposited in the sink by your boyfriend, who quickly bundled himself up into your lap upon his return. You chuckled quietly, carding a hand into his hair as you sprawled out on the couch, his ear pressed against your steady heartbeat. Between the dull roar of the drama on the screen, the soothing rhythm of your fingers in his hair, and the warmth of the blanket across his legs, Yeosang quickly found the worries of his day fading away. His mind went hazy as he melted against you, eyes slipping shut as comfort and safety overtook him, lulling him into a familiar, floaty headspace. He felt more than heard your chuckle as you took note of the change, scratching fondly at his scalp.

The drag of your nails sparked the pleasant warmth in his gut to something stronger, a low groan leaving him that seemed to startle both of you. He jolted in your lap, eyes blinking back open, and you chuckled quietly as a flush painted his cheeks and ears. You grinned at him and he whined, burying his face back into your chest. The squirming only brought another fond laugh to your lips, this one cut short in a gasp as Yeosang froze, another whimper leaving his lips.

He was hard beneath his sweats, his length now pressed into your thigh from his shifting. The tips of his ears were tinted bright red, and you smiled fondly as you cupped his chin. He turned his chin up to you willingly, eyes wide and glassy. 

“Needy, baby?” You teased, and he nodded immediately in response. “Do you have your words back? You know I don’t like playing if my angel can’t talk to me.” 

His eyes left yours for a moment as his brow furrowed in thought, but when he met your gaze again, he nodded resolutely. “‘M green,” he murmured, voice gravelly from disuse.

You beamed at him, shifting to grind your thigh against his arousal and delighting in the weak little noise you pulled from him. “My good boy,” you purred, carding a hand back into his hair. 

Yeosang groaned as he shifted up and braced himself on his forearms, burying his face into your neck to press soft kisses to your skin. Slowly, you let one hand drop to his hip, guiding him to grind against your thigh. His breath caught in his throat for a moment, another broken sound leaving him as he quickly settled into a steady rhythm.

“Is this what you want, angel? To grind yourself on my thigh and cum in your pants like a teenager?” He whined, burying his nose against your neck. You sighed as the combined sensations lit a shudder down your spine, holding your boyfriend close to you. “Want me to get you off just like this?” His hips stuttered, and you felt him nod against your neck. “Words, baby.”

“Y-Yes,” he gasped, and you bit your lip to bite back a groan. God, he sounded so wrecked already. Had floating in subspace for you really affected him this much? “If… Wanna take care of you, too, but it feels so good, ngh…”

He trailed off, hips rolling faster against your leg, and this time you couldn’t bite back a quiet, pleased moan. “Don’t worry about me, angel. Tonight’s all about you, okay? My baby boy had a long day,” he buried his face into your shoulder at this, another whine leaving him, and you felt your chest tighten again, “so he gets to choose how he cums tonight.” 

Once more, his hips stuttered and his breath caught at once. “Wanna… like this. Then,” he gasped, teeth nipping at your throat as he rutted harder against you, “then…” He trailed off with a high whine, his movement against you becoming more desperate.

“Don’t worry about what comes after, sweetheart. Just worry about now. You’re here, with me, doing so well and looking so pretty for me, and that’s all that matters, okay angel?” 

He tensed in your arms, a half-choked sob escaping his lips, and when you felt the first warm, wet tears drop against your skin, your heart dropped. The hand still resting against his scalp dug in and you tugged, trying to pull him away from you. A sound slipped from his lips that was positively wrecked, and one hand snapped up from the couch to bunch your shirt up in his fist. The desperation he clung to you with as he chased his high had you hesitating, but the tension in your shoulders remained.

It seemed Yeosang noticed, his lips pressing urgently over your neck to soothe you, words spilling from his lips unfiltered as you remained rigid. “I’m good, I’m okay, I’m s–so, oh, green, please, it just f–feels s’good and I… need this, need you—”

His reassurance had you relaxing, nails scraping against his scalp once more and pulling another pretty noise from him. “Just feels too good, doesn’t it, angel?” He nodded furiously into your neck and you breathed a laugh, shifting where you sat. There was no denying the effect this—your boyfriend, trembling and sobbing in your lap, overwhelmed with pleasure—was having on you. 

Gently, you coaxed his chin up as you had before, meeting his teary eyes with a warm smile. “You look so pretty like this, Sangie. You can cum whenever you want, okay? You have my permission.” 

He let out another broken sob, hips rolling against you once, twice more before they stuttered into aborted little jerks. You watched, enthralled, as his jaw dropped open and his eyes blinked shut, the pooling warmth of his release evident even through the layers separating you.

“There you go, baby,” you sighed, leaning in to catch his lips in a deep kiss. You were both breathless when you parted, resting your foreheads against each other. “Feel better?” Yeosang nodded, humming affirmation. “Good. Now, let’s go clean you up, and you can tell me all about those plans you have for later, hm?” 

The groan he muffled into your neck had you giggling once more, pressing a reassuring kiss into his hair. This was better.

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[scekrex]

Okay, okay, okay, ANOTHA ONE. Winner!reader who got lost in Heaven on his first, because Adam forgot that he was supposed to give him a tour and simply kept walking while Reader got distracted and went after something shiny that he thought would look nice on Adam. Now cue in Brandon Rogers skit with a "mother" looking for her son Timmy. Just Adam running around and screaming "Y/N!!!!" and asking around, cause he's totally shitting himself. He lost a soul IN HEAVEN of all places. After some time he sits down on a bench in a park or something, completely exhausted and distressed, when suddenly the reader appears behind him, placing a shiny little tiara between his mask horns saying: "✨👸🌺You're a fucking pretty princess!🌺👸✨" while holding ice cream in the other hand and Adam just looks at him like:

You can end it however you want, cause honestly you're gonna nail it either way 💁🏻‍♂️

Babes, I fucking love you for that request. I feel like I'll write so many crack fics for Adam n Reader just bc of you and I'm fucking ready for it

Lost and Found

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, this is a crack fic (kinda)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

When you had first appeared in Sera's office you had been confused and overwhelmed, the little girl, her name was Emily, was full of energy that you weren't able to deal with at that point. She had been all in your face and while you were aware that it was all good intentions, it made you feel like stumbling right into a panic attack.

So Sera had made a call with some guy named Adam, she hadn't explained who he was and why she called him and not someone else but once Adam had arrived at Sara's office, you understood. The guy was a lot more chill than Emily, sure he could talk a lot - that was the first thing he had proven once he had entered the office - but he wasn't draining you by doing so. He wasn't all up in your face either and you appreciated that a lot.

So once you two had introduced yourself to each other, the two of you took off.

The streets weren't as full and crowded as you had expected them to be. Heaven was painted in bright colors, pastel blue, white and gold were the most common colors you came across. Adam was currently rambling about some chick that he had fucked a couple weeks ago at one of his gigs, you weren't really paying attention though, you were too focused on all the shiny lights that surrounded you.

So your attention was on many things, on everything but Adam, the person you probably should've focused the most on considering that you had no clue where exactly in heaven you two were. And when the two of you walked past a jewelry store you couldn't help but walk right through the door. In your mind you thought Adam would notice and follow you - or wait outside the store.

Well, Adam didn't even notice you were gone at first, he was too caught up in his storytelling. So he continued to walk through the streets of heaven for a good twenty minutes without you. That was until the man stopped to look at you - or at least that was why he turned around. But you weren't there.

Fuck.

For how long had he been walking alone? Where were you and why weren't you following him anymore? A wave of panic hit him. What if Sera would find you all alone without him in sight? He'd be in so much trouble if that were to happen.

So he walked in the direction he came from, checking every back alley he had walked past but he couldn't find you. “Y/N?” he called out for you as he entered yet another back alley, hoping he'd get a response. He tried to remain as calm as possible, that wasn't easy considering that he had just lost a fucking soul in heaven. Oh he was so fucked if he weren't to find you by sunset. He was so fucked if Sera were to find out.

Another wave of panic shot through his body as he rushed out of the alley. He grabbed an angel who just went about his day by his shoulders, shook him slightly as his voice filled with panic got louder and louder, “Have you seen my-” Adam stopped for a moment. His what? You weren't his. Ah, fuck this, “Have you seen the dude I'm supposed to watch? He's about this tall,” he raised his hand to show the angel - who was slightly frightened by Adam's behavior - how tall you were, “clearly gay and has a thing for me, but we haven't had the talk yet.” The second the angel started to shake his head Adam was gone, calling out your name over and over again.

“You fucking little shithead, get your sexy ass over here,” Adam yelled, earning himself a few strange looks from bypassing angels, he couldn't care less though. A panicking expression was visible on his mask as he continued to walk all the way back to where you and him had come from. He opened a door to one of the countless stores you two had passed, “Y/N are you in there? You better get the fuck out if you are!” The customers inside the store looked at Adam in confusion and disgust for yelling so loud. He slammed the door shut and crossed the street to enter a park, maybe you had seen some kind of animal or whatever bullshit it was a soul like you were interested in.

“C’mon you little bitch, I'll let you fucking do drugs if you move your ass over here right now,” that was a total lie, obviously it was, but Adam was trying to get you back and he really had no idea how to do it properly.

Another angel walked up to him, she seemed slightly worried about the situation that was playing out, “Have you tried retracing the steps?” Adam shoved her out of the way, “Fuck, you think I'm stupid? Of course I have!” The lady who just had wanted to help flinched away from the first man and was quick to take off once his attention had shifted away from her.

He rushed through the entire park, even looked at the entire thing from above in hope he would be able to spot you, but nothing. Once his feet were back on the ground he broke down on a park bench, his hands were covering the LED face that was displayed on his mask and he was done with it, there was no way he'd find you before sunset - which was when Sera was expecting the both of you to return.

He was completely fucked, there was no way he'd be able to explain to Sera what had happened. And even worse: what if you got hurt? Shit, he didn't even know why he cared about that, you were just some random soul he had met a couple hours ago but yet there he was, worrying about your fucking ass.

Adam flinched when he heard the sound of metal clicking against his mask and turned his head around. There you were. A soft smile was curled around your lips and you held a cone of ice cream in your hand as if nothing had happened, “Y’know,” you started to speak up and pointed to the thing that was resting on top of his mask now, “For someone who talks about ‘fucking bitches’ a lot you're a fucking pretty princess.”

Adam reached for the object you had placed on his head and looked at it closely. It was a fucking golden tiara. It had tiny purple gemstones attached to it and it surprisingly fit his aesthetic pretty well. He stared at the shiny accessory for a moment before he put it down on the bench, got up and lifted you over the bench he had been sitting on. Before you knew it your ice cream cone landed on the ground and Adam pulled you into a bone crushing hug, your feet still dangling in the air, you simply decided to wrap them around his waist. The taller man didn't seem to mind it all that much.

“Don’t you fucking dare to ever run off again you little shithead,” he whispered as he held you, the face of his mask was pressed flush against your neck. “And I thought I was the one having a thing for you when clearly it's not one sided,” you teased the first man, your hand playfully grabbing his horns and pulling him away from your neck to look at him. “You heard that?” he asked in a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Yeah,” you shrugged, “Next time when you're looking out for me, do better.” Adam couldn't help but simply stare at you in pure disbelief. There was simply no fucking way he had missed you. “Also,” you looked down on the ground where your ice cream cone was melting, “You owe me ice cream, idiot.”

“I swear I'll fucking get you a shirt that says 'If lost, return to Adam' or some shit in case that ever happens again,” Adam mumbled and even though he sounded slightly annoyed, he seemed pretty happy you were back. “Oh, it will happen again, trust me,” you simply grinned.

[shadowtraveled]

would love to know your thoughts on rinsha dunmeshi. or on rin and kabru :-)

OH!! i love rin honestly lightning damage and unaffiliated spellcasters will get me every time.

i would have loved to see more of her, but i do really enjoy kui's style of storytelling where she gives us the information about a character that will tell us exactly what she wants us to know. it reminds me of the way someone described suzanne collins' writing as surgically precise—she has more information about characters and the world, but she included what would get her story across most effectively. kui gives off a similar impression, and i think rin is a good example of that.

sorry readmore because that was getting long already.

rin's backstory is really interesting to me because it helps us to extrapolate so much more about the world and the other characters in it.

for what it's worth, i don't think it's terribly likely that her parents were practicing ancient magic. they were immigrants of a visibly different ethnicity, though, and they were magic users, which othered them doubly in the northern continent, and that otherness cost them their lives. this is sort of a running theme in dungeon meshi overall ofc, but i think a lot of discussion surrounding dungeon meshi discrimination focuses on the elves. which is fair, since they seem to be the most significant world power and they're weird race elitists as elves in fantasy frequently are, but the story does not want us to forget that discrimination is complex and so is otherness. tallmen may not be respected by long-lived races, but in communities where they do have power, they're still perfectly capable of leveraging it against others. they seem to have a particular bias against magic, but really anything people deem weird or creepy is enough to land you in trouble: laios faced constant rejection and, in some cases, severe harassment just for being autistic; kabru's eye color was enough to push his mother to the fringes of society and get her accused of witchcraft, suggesting that "weird or creepy" is regularly conflated with "magic" in tallman societies; and falin's affinity for magic led to her isolation and ostracism as her mother frantically tried to suppress it. rin's parents, meanwhile, were outright executed. the nature of these reactions to anything unfamiliar or non-standard are definitely meant to convey something about tallman societies in the world, but i think rin and kabru's situations specifically lend some explanation as to why falin is so forgiving of her parents. they didn't really know what to do with her, and some of the things they did to her were harmful, but she seems to see them as trying their best to protect her, perhaps because she knows the emergence of her magic could have put her in immediate physical danger but didn't.

with that being said, i'm surprised rin doesn't have more of an aversion to tallmen, but maybe kabru made enough of an impression on her that she developed some hope for them.

her dislike of elves, meanwhile, is entirely understandable—her interactions with them seem to be framed as emblematic of how they treat short-lived races in a way we don't really see with the others. milsiril objectifies short-lived races but does seem to... kind of care, otta fetishizes them but seems to... kind of care, mithrun's squad only get to be patronizing for a bit before it becomes apparent they bit off way more than they could chew, and mithrun isn't invested in these designations anymore. but the elves that found rin treated her like evidence, then like a toy, and then they got bored and ignored her, and then she was evidence again, and then she got adopted out to elves who kept her like they would a pet. miserable fucking experience, and a very thorough and efficient way of expressing just how little the elves are socialized to consider the humanity of the other races.

as for her relationship with kabru... i'm glad they had each other around. it's impossible to be surprised that she latched onto him in her circumstances, and i think it's sweet that she was the one he stuck with (despite the implication that milsiril was raising other children alongside him that he ostensibly would have spent more time with).

i also love how apparent their closeness is! rin gravitates to kabru, and if i'm remembering right, most of the time she speaks it's to him. that immediately established to me that she is uniquely comfortable with him, and interestingly it goes both ways! it's less apparent with kabru, because he's a lot more social than she is, but vitally, he lets the mask slip with her. she's the only character he goes out of his way to tease, and sometimes he takes it a little bit into "alright that was kind of mean" territory, which sucks of him but is kind of the point. kabru's interactions with rin are the earliest ones where we see him fuck up or be a little bit of an asshole, and that's almost certainly because she is a person he feels comfortable enough with to not try to game every conversation. kabru being a little bit of a bitch is the first time we see him not trying to be charismatic. and she gives it RIGHT BACK lmfao it really conveys the feeling that these two are kind of "safe people" for each other, even if they're bantering a little meanly. very charming, top-tier childhood friend dynamic, no notes.

editing to add:

^ YEAH THIS IS IT thank you @gerrykeay i think this really captures the spirit of her revulsion with regard to things like magic school (and its graduates), etc... she seems to think of magic school as this sort of lofty opportunity only people with a certain level of social standing are able to access (which seems to hold a level of truth) and reject it on the basis that something like that is fundamentally incompatible with who she is as a person, and that's probably the same reason she remains unaffiliated despite knowing practicing magic without organization ties is potentially dangerous for her. these systems rejected and failed her family and her, so she rejects them in kind.... god i'm so obsessed with the way practically every character has a main character backstory and motivations this really is like a ttrpg lol

[incorrect-trolls-imagines]

Hi! How was your day? Good,i hope?

Anyways,I found your account recently and I really liked your partner squad AU! It's so wholesome and funny 😭 And I love Polyamorous relationships (i guess that's what it is?)

Here's a little headcanon (?) request for them,because I read the 'loosing colors' HC and I think that was just my favorite thing out of the partner squad thingies-

Honestly,I just want some hurt/comfort. I like crying (/j)

I give total freedom to you about what angst it is,but if you want,or are out of ideas,here are some:

-Reader comes back home after being harassed (not s3xually,maybe just about the way they act? Maybe they just stick out a lot and some people don't like it??? Some people are bullies man..)

-Overworked reader (Maybe breaking down??)

-Socially anxious reader?

-the reader fainting suddenly??

Something like that! Anyways,I hope this isn't too vague of a description,and that you have a fantastic day!!

-Nina/Weewoo

HII HELLO!!! THANKS FOR THE REQUEST AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A NICE DAY TOO!!! AND I'M GONNA DO ALL OF THEM IDEAS YOU SENT CUZ I'M A SUCKERRRR FOR ✨A N G S T✨

okey dokey folks! we've gots some ✨A N G S T✨ to go through so it's-a time to get-a cooking!

Here's the Loosing Colors post btw and I'm gonna use that one just for this first scenario (omg. a sequel, yes!)

💙♥️🖤Partner Squad Reacting to Gray!Reader getting harassed💙♥️🖤

�� As a whole 💞

💞 Oh, they pissed. As soon as they find out that you've been having trouble with some inconsiderate trolls being nasty to you for having lost your colors, you can bet they're practically up in arms and very eager to have a talk with those bullies.

💞 (You're mortified and somehow manage to convince them to Not Do Anything To Harsh for your sake, though.)

💞 Lots of reassurance!

💞 Your partners won't allow you to sulk or dwell too much in the whole ordeal and they'll make a combined effort to always lift your spirits up whenever you start to believe the rude and flat out unnecessary things the bullies said to you.

♥️ Barb ♥️

♥️ She's easily the most outraged out of the lot. She hates bullies (kinda ironic, yeah, but you get the idea.).

♥️ Particularly, she hates bullies that joke and tease about such sensitive topics as losing your colors. Because, c'mon, that's just straight up professional huge a-hole behavior.

♥️ Whenever she wants to help you feel more comfortable with your situation, she'll take your hands in hers and raise them to your eye level, as if wanting you to take a good look of your laced fingers.

♥️ “Y’see? I'm sorta gray too, if you think about it. But I think you rock those grays way better than me, babe.” (She's intentionally corny to get a smile out of you and it works every time.)

♥️ She tries to get back at the bullies, but she's always too obvious and you never let her have the payback she's so adamant you deserve.

🩵 Branch 🩵

🩵 He can relate.

🩵 Oh, he can relate a lot. He grew up gray and, man, can trolls be cruel even if they seem to be all sunshine and rainbows. Not to say ‘he’s had it worse’ when he was younger, no, he's not the type to downplay a situation like this, ever, but he's definitely the best candidate to help you go through this ordeal because of his past.

🩵 Lot's of open-heart talks, venting, hugs and, yes, lots of tears from both sides as well (just don't go around telling everyone, please).

🩵 He's still devastated that something as awful as losing one's colors could ever happen to you but he can't mope about it forever (never in front of you, at least); he remains strong for your sake.

🩵 He also tries to ‘avenge’ you in whatever way he can, almost begging you to let him at least do something to deal with the ones that bothered you, anything, but you never give in and eventually he gives up (very reluctantly).

🧡 Hickory 🧡

🧡 Now, Hickory over here, he's actually the only one that manages to evade your suspicions and he flat out threatens the trolls that harassed you to buck off (in an eerily peaceful and very cowboy-ish manner, might I add).

🧡 After that, you don't ever get bothered again and Hickory lets you believe that those trolls simply had a change of heart.

🧡 His way of helping you go through this hardship is not by ignoring the issue, but he just rather not mention the obvious unless it's absolutely necessary.

🧡 It's not like he's in love with you for your colors or whatever, but he does care deeply for your mood and feelings. He just wants you to be happy, y'know?

🧡 When the time comes that your colors gradually start to show up again, he just smiles and he'll go out of his way to always remind you of how beautiful those shades and tones look on you even if they're still a bit dim.

🩷 Poppy 🩷

🩷 She's frustrated, very, very much so. Why and how can other trolls be so mean and nasty???? Like Why?

🩷 After finding out about the way you were harassed, she gets clingy. She gets clingy because now she doesn't want to leave you all on your own, exposed to more mistreatment.

🩷 Just like Branch, she's familiar with the subject of color loss and she doesn't take it lightly for a second.

🩷 You could even say it's a bit of some sort of guilt she feels about the way Branch used to be treated in the past that she's now worried 24/7 about you.

🩷 She refuses to allow anyone even think about ostracizing you; she'll go feral if she ever catches someone even batting an eye at your lack of vibrant colors, let alone comment anything on the matter in a negative way.

💚 Tresillo 💚

💚 He's still not entirely used to seeing you without those lovely colors of yours and he's not shy to admit out loud that he misses them.

💚 But he doesn't do that to make you feel bad, or inadequate or guilty on any level; he's just honest like that, and he hopes for the day that your beautiful colors return.

💚 Then, and only then, he'll know you're really and truly okay. And if you're happy, he's happy.

💚 Like Poppy, he gets overprotective and almost overbearing just so he can keep an eye over you so no one else dares bother you in the slightest about your color loss.

💚 He won't threaten anyone like Hickory did, but he will glare and give the worst of stink eyes at whoever steps out of line in his presence, and man, he can look kinda scary when he's serious like that.

💙 Trollex 💙

💙 Like mentioned before, Trollex once lost his colors too after the passing of his parents, but that particular experience he has on the subject is what gives him the reassurance he needs that you can get better, just like he did and just like Branch did as well.

💙 The thought of someone bullying you for your situation makes his blood boil but he's more concerned on how you feel and what you think.

💙 Forget those bullies, they don't matter now. Now it's all about you and how you feel and what you need.

💙 He becomes a bit of a mother hen, always asking about your mood and hoping that one of these days, your bright colors will shine bright once again.

💙 He's a great listener, so if you need a shoulder to cry on or just vent, he'll always be there, ready to give you advice and make sure you always leave with a huge smile on your face.

[reegis]

Yo! Do you have any notes/tips for your coloring process? I've always had trouble with that part of drawings looking good lmao and I really like yours! If not for your specific style, do you have any tips with that in general?

Iv gotten a few asks about how I color but iv always avoided answering because

A) I am absolutely awful at explaining things, and

B) I am a very Very lazy artist you should probably Not do the things that I do

BUT i feel bad gatekeeping(?) my horrible technique if it helps anybody ig ill try and explain so

✨✨✨Welcome to Reegis’ Probably Not Reputable (But Very Long Winded) Art Advice✨✨✨✨

line art of a random character for the example, just pic whatever colors you have in mind for your base colors, you can try using palette generators or basing it off of existing palettes/characters/whatever I have absolutely no idea how color theory works (& this is why you shouldnt listen to me) so im solely going off of vibes. but it is Rough so onto step 2 & 3

(edit to add i usually start off with the skin hair & clothes on separate clipping layers and merge them together towards the end.. i think i forgot to say that at all here oops)

I abuse the hellll out of layer blending modes. overlay, saturation & multiply mainly, but also difference, brightness & screen. (just doodle something & try all of em out to get a feel for them honestly ik theres a Lot and they can be intimidating) for this i just wanted a more cohesive warmer tone to start with so i added a peachy overlay & a slight ombré to the hair to add a bit more interest to the character.

then just the most basic of rendering, some blush & highlights just wherever i think theyd go.

Another thing they tell you Not to do, my next step is to block out all my shading in a vaguely purpleish multiply layer!!! i cant be assed to do it any other way im sorry…. once i have the basic shading down, i lock the layer & go in with air brush eraser & also airbrush in other colors wherever I think the purple is maybe too harsh/clashing

still wasnt 100% happy with the colors so messed around with some more layer filter/modes/whatever you call them then colored in my line art! i think this is honestly the saving grace for all of my art shshsdhhf color your lines people. doesnt have to be all (i dont, i like the contrast) but it usually helps to make some at least a little less harsh

then with a little more color tweaking im done! one random sleepy dude, fully colored (by my standards)

and then if a piece needs more dramatic lighting you justttt

im so serious play around with layer settings! these are just basic multiply & add(glow), there as so many others you can abuse the shit out of & nobody will know or care in your finished piece.

was this?? in any way helpful???? I hope so.

[6lostgirl6]

Could you do a poly lost boys x reader, where the reader is like Starfire? Like from another planet, doesn't understand human things, etc?

Please and thank you 💖💖

Hey! I hope you like this one!!

Out of This World

Poly!Lost Boys x Starfire!Reader

How You Met:

You were on a mission for your planet when your spacecraft malfunctioned and you came crashing down on earth. Without a way to fix it, you were basically stuck without a way home.

Honestly, you were apprehensive. Everyone wore strange clothes and spoke in a language you couldn’t understand. However, you noticed that people mainly gathered at this weird hovering mechanism that was held by giant sticks over the rushing waves of the water. It had many buildings with flashing colors of lights and weird spacecrafts attached to railings so they wouldn't fly? (The boardwalk and the rollercoasters)

Being a curious creature and used to exploring strange planets, you went ahead and followed a crowd that went through the entrance. Already, you were fascinated. It seemed to be a place to gather and have fun.

When the boys noticed you on the boardwalk and they were instantly intrigued and fascinated by you. Not only were you their mate, but you smelled entirely different from other humans. You smelt otherworldly.

You dressed differently from everyone else, clothes made out of strange material that they’ve never seen before. It looked futuristic. 

Paul was the one that was recruited to talk to you and get you intrigued, leaning against the railing and saying something along the lines of, ‘hey, babe.’ 

You couldn't understand what he was saying, therefore you grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. Kissing someone would allow you to gain the ability to understand and speak the language of the person you kiss. 

“Woah babe, we’re moving a little fast. I don’t mind though.” He flirted. 

After a while, Paul convinced you to meet the other boys and you were instantly attracted. 

Dating Them:

After spending time with them for a while, they finally came clean and told you that they were vampires. You reacted like it was any normal thing which was confusing to them. When you finally explained that you were from another planet, they were relieved that you all weren’t human and they had nothing to worry about. 

When they also inform you that you were also their mate, you were extremely happy and accepted right away.

Dating all four of them didn’t bother you in the slightest. From your world, having more than one mate was common. 

You all show off your powers in the cave, sharing a mutual power of flying, it was fun to fly around the cave and play tag. 

Marko thinks your green energy powers that shoot from your hands are pretty sick! When the both of you are terrorizing the boardwalk, you shoot small bursts of your green energy to freak people out. 

Dwayne helps you when you have trouble with phrases and certain words. He finds it very cute that you don’t know how to connect certain objects with words they’re attached to. 

Paul gets you into loads of music, he helped you develop a love for rock n roll and took you out to see concerts. 

David loves that and hates that you're invulnerable to his powers. Having him try to invade your mind feels like your brain tickles for a second. 

Sometimes you slip with jokes from your planet in your native language and the boys sit there completely confused on what you’re talking about while you’re laughing your ass off. 

You stand there in confusion, “...on my planet, this is hilarious.” 

When you are turned into a vampire, the boys are a little jealous because you become a lot stronger than them, being a mix between alien and vampire.

[frozenjokes]

Signing Back In, Apparently - 16

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“Do you think Mumbo is okay?” Grian wrung his hands as he broke the silence, unable to keep the peace any longer. He hadn’t been too worried when Mumbo had left, not really. Mumbo-related anxiety spikes were a normal occurrence lately, but there was something about the look on his face from this morning that was really setting Grian off.

Impulse looked up from where he sat, eyes hazy as if he had been woken from a nap. Even still, Impulse was expressive as he thought through Grian’s question, despite the fact this wasn’t the first time Grian had asked it this week. It helped, knowing Impulse took the time to consider him. “You mean, like, in general? Well, no. He and Pearl have been on edge all week, I’m just hoping they can realize how much better it feels to spend time away.”

“Well, I meant a little more today. Like, right now. I don’t know, something was up this morning. I thought maybe when he left he was just taking a second to relax or..” Grian trailed off, fidgeting with his hands. “He’s not back yet.”

“How long has it been?”

“Maybe an hour? I’m not totally sure.”

“Well, I don’t think that’s too unusual. Maybe when he gets back we can check in, or you can talk to him alone if you think that’s better.” Impulse yawned, getting to his feet. Grian felt Impulse’s gaze over him, the other ghost straightening as his focus tightened, “Is Pearl around, or is she still gone as well? She was also looking troubled before she left. Do you think this is different than usual? I’ll be honest, I was a little out of it there,” Impulse gestured sheepishly to the place on the sand he had been sitting, watching the shore. The beach had been the finish line for their flight race earlier today, and it was out of the way of Scar’s usual routine, so they had settled down to relax after. Well, after Mumbo left that is. Impulse’s brow furrowed, clearly struggling to remember. “Maybe we all need to check in.”

Grian bit his lip, beginning to pace. “I don’t know. Honestly, I kind of want to look for him, well-“ he stuttered slightly, embarrassed, “-them, but I don’t want to overstep. Would that be a breach of privacy, do you think?”

Impulse suppressed a small smile, passing Grian a teasing look, “If you just stop by and ask how Mumbo’s doing, I don’t think there is anything wrong with that. The problem is finding him, but I can help you look. We can look for both of them.”

An alarmed yell cut through the air, followed by a deep crash that shook the earth. It sounded almost like an explosion, like the impact of cannon fire. Instincts Grian had thought long gone flared back to life, heightening his senses as he looked for the area of impact, as well as the cause. He found both to the southern tip of the island, terrifyingly close. From the debris of a now crumbling building rose a large silhouette, the clearing dust framing a massive bug-like monster. Its face was round and flat, with massive black eyes and soft looking antennae extending from its forehead. Its head was framed by an ethereal mane, from below six- maybe eight legs extended, not all of which looked like they should belong to the same being. Besides its barbed forearms, it looked a lot like a moth, almost friendly in nature. That is, until a second head hinged open from between the mane with earth shaking roar. The monster flared two sets of wings that surely couldn’t belong to the same type of bug, raising its jagged forearms to the sky.

“Impulse- Impulse! Look!” Grian screeched, only to see Impulse facing the wrong direction with his hands over his ears. With great ferocity, Grian turned him around, pointing vigorously.

“We- where did that come from?!” Impulse patted blindly at Grian as if to ask him to let go, but Grian was having trouble following that commnd as realization started to dawn. The edges of its form were unstable and bright and its color was chalkier, more opaque even, but it was the same as his own.

“Impulse! It’s- it’s a ghost . It’s- that’s-“ Grian gasped, not stopping to consider any more before shooting away, directly toward Mumbo. It had to be.

“A ghost? Ghosts can’t- Grian!” Grian was vaguely aware of Impulse behind him, but his focus was solely on the form ahead. Was Mumbo conscious? Would he recognize him? Grian remembered through spikes of fear lashing out before Pearl had grabbed him, but even in her arms, the world had been so fuzzy, so terrifying. Grian heard Impulse yelling behind him and someone else (a Kestrel, maybe?) screaming, but he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t let this get any worse.

“Mumbo? Is- is this you?” Grian yelled, following the creature in its path. It climbed the rubble, revealing a long body that split and conjoined again as it moved, bright sparks flying through the cracks. Grian called again as he reached its more accessible face. Its eyes were huge and dark, almost kind. Almost sad. This was him, it had to be. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, yearning with every ounce of his being that Mumbo might hear him, “We’re going to get you out of this. We’re going to help you. You don’t have to be afraid.” Grian only realized he was too close when the second face reared up, jaw hanging open to reveal in vicious detail its multiple rows of jagged teeth. Decidedly, much less friendly. Grian barely dove out of the way in time before it snapped forward, only seeing its raised forearm out of the corner of his eye before it started to bore down.

Grian gasped as Impulse barreled into him, the mantis-like leg crashing down like a hammer in a near miss. It slammed into the pavement below, sending cracks splitting through the sidewalk.

Impulse held tight as Grian struggled, “Get it together! This is too dangerous, we have to get away from here and regroup.”

“We have to help him, Impulse!” Grian wailed, clawing at Impulse’s arms with hands that had no real form. He spotted Sausage as he writhed in Impulse’s grip, yelling orders to Kyle and Martyn. “He’s going to get hurt! Impulse, they’re going to hurt him!”

“Grian, I’m going to take us away. We’re going to figure this out, okay? We’ll find Mumbo and Pearl, and figure it out.”

It took Grian seconds too long to figure out what he meant. “You’re not going to- no- Impulse! Let me go! Let-“ But it was too late. The world went white, and they were suddenly somewhere new, somewhere way too far away. It was a restaurant; he and Impulse had appeared on the table, and Scar was sitting directly in front of them. Grian found himself still fighting as Impulse’s grip loosened, his rage producing an animal-like screech as he swiveled around, tackling the other ghost off the table.

“ What have you done? ” Grian’s arms shook, fastened to Impulse’s shirt as they rolled to the ground, “We just abandoned him!”

“Get a hold of yourself! You aren’t doing any good acting like this!” Impulse shoved him away, an anger Grian rarely ever saw coloring his face, “You don’t know that’s Mumbo! You did not look like that- we don’t even know if we’re dealing with the same thing. Sure, you didn’t look like yourself, but you still looked at least humanoid. That thing is the size of a house, and maybe you know better, but it seemed a lot less afraid and a lot more angry to me. I need you to take a few deep breaths before doing anything stupid, okay?”

Grian opened his mouth to protest, but both of them stopped dead when Scar began to speak, “Something must be in the air today, every one of these ghosts are so edgy! In my fantasy where Pearl actually told them to come around for their appreciation message, they just stood there nicely, they did not roll around on our table full of food hissing and spitting like cats. Honestly, I find it rude.” Scar didn’t even look at them, talking like they weren’t there.

“Uh huh,” Grian noticed Cleo for the first time, sitting across from Scar in the small booth and looking amused.

Impulse was up before Grian, leaning over the table, “You talked to Pearl? Where is she? Did you say everyone?”

Scar fixed him with a blank stare, an eyebrow ever so slightly raised above the other. Apparently unbothered, he returned to his rambling. “I mean, seriously, it’s hard to keep your appetite when you’ve got ghosts stomping all over your food,” he said, continuing to eat regardless, “No class, they have no class. Although, in hindsight, given that it was kind of hilarious to watch, I’ll grant them my forgiveness. After all, they almost made it a whole week without bothering me! I’m proud, Cleo, I am.”

“So gracious of you, Scar,” Cleo rolled her eyes with a smile, tone flat. Impulse frowned, hopping back on the table and sitting in the middle to obstruct Scar’s view. Scar didn’t move as Cleo continued, “So, you’re coming back to The Haunted Island with me tomorrow, right?”

“Where is Pearl? And Mumbo, for that matter. Did you talk to both of them?” Impulse leaned forward, trying to disrupt his focus.

“What did you do?” Grian joined in, aggressively pushing into Scar’s booth. He lost his balance, falling through Scar, but at the slight tense of Scar’s shoulders, continued phasing through him on purpose. Impulse put his hands through Scar’s face. Scar just closed his eyes, continuing as if they weren’t there.

“I am not , no. I’m not that crazy, I know what’s going to happen to me. You only want me there to distract Cub anyway, you threw me to the wolves last time! Yeah, I don’t need anyone ripping out my nails or my teeth, no thank you. ”

“Aw, but he said he’d give you new ones!”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

Grian huffed, crossing his arms with a pointed glare in Impulse’s direction, “This is pointless. He basically confirmed he talked to Mumbo and Pearl, and Pearl might be out there alone trying to help without us!” Every moment they spent here was wasted on Scar. Even if given the choice, Scar would only go out of his way to hinder them.

Impulse balled his fists, clearly wanting to argue, but struggling with the words, “I just.. It feels like something bigger is going on. If we had just a little more insight-”

“Whoa,” Cleo’s voice cut through, eyes wide, “You’re bleeding, Scar. Oh shit, you’re kinda- that’s a lot!” Cleo stood up, but Scar only looked confused. Grian blinked rapidly as he saw bright blood begin to stain Scar’s shirt, quickly darkening the light fabric.

“I.. What the hell?” Scar’s brow furrowed, stumbling to his feet as he lifted his shirt, presumably trying not to get blood on the seat. There were two holes in his side, almost like shallow stab wounds, and both were leaking blood. A third appeared out of nowhere, and this time, Scar seemed to feel it, yelping in pain and surprise. “Wh- what’s happening to me? Did- is this you?” Scar turned his frightened gaze to Impulse and Grian. They exchanged looks, Impulse looking just as baffled as Grian felt.

Before either of them could answer, Scott barreled into the restaurant, face pale, “Cleo? Scar? Oh, thank fuck, do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you? Scar, why don’t you ever tell anyone where you’re going! They- the Kestrels- need you!” Scott startled, focusing on Scar for the first time, “Shit, are you okay?”

“I don’t know!” Scar was visibly losing his composure now, crying out as something cut across his legs. A deep horror fell over Grian as he remembered the pain that exploded through his own head as he screamed, as he hurt Scar while trying to escape him. The stabbing through his ears, his eyes, his nose- the blindness, the fear. His tinnitus, a condition a ghost shouldn’t be able to have. He found himself frozen. Stuck. But time didn’t stop around him.

“ What did you do?” Cleo hissed, running forward with concern Scar definitely didn’t deserve. She pressed napkins from the table against his side while Scar, as he always did, made helping infinitely more difficult by squirming.

“Well- I didn’t- okay- I didn’t mean to do anything, in fact, I would argue it wasn’t even my fault really, and I don’t want to be a snitch-” Scar’s eye flicked to Impulse and Grian, a look that was enough to bring Grian back to life. He lunged forward, Scar stumbling back to get away, continuing to backpedal at Cleo’s behest.

“What did you do!” Grian shrieked, his own form rippling. He felt Impulse’s hands on his own, squeezing tight with urgency. Grian didn’t hear his whispered words. He didn’t want to be calm.

Even though Scar couldn’t hear, he got the message loud and clear, “Mumbo asked why,” Scar gritted his teeth in an exaggerated gesture, clearly not wanting to elaborate in front of the other pirates. He didn’t need to. “I’m not going to give any details, but let’s just say he forced my hand, right?” Scar held up one of his arms, his wrist and hand wrapped in a tight bandage. “I told him. He didn’t take it well. Surprise, surprise. But Pearl had it handled! She- well I didn’t stick around, obviously."

“Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt whatever ghost shenanigans are happening, but there’s a literal monster laying waste to the Kestrel Island, and it’s making its way to the main isle, so I’m going to need you , Scar, to go and help fight it, or at the very least, if it’s your doing, deal with it. ”

Scar looked momentarily like a trapped animal as he looked between Grian and Scott, but after a moment of flustered stuttering, he seemed to remember Grian didn’t have much power here and walked directly through him to get away. “Okay, okay, I’m going, but I’d like everyone here to know this was not completely my fault this time. I didn’t provoke him at all! I think. Well, maybe I could have been a bit gentler. No, no, I was gentle. It was like, tender. You wouldn’t understand. Wait, did you say he was laying waste to the island, seriously? He can like, touch stuff?”

“I- yes, Scar, it’s an emergency, so-”

“You’re not exaggerating, are you? Seriously, Mumbo’s tall, but he’s a total sap, surely he hasn’t done that much damage.”

“ It’s leveling buildings, Scar!”

Scar stared blankly, only reacting when another phantom injury appeared, this time near his chest. Mumbo. They were hurting Mumbo. Shocked out of his own anger he began to pull away, stumbling when Impulse didn’t release his hand.

“ Impulse ,” Grian had no more anger left to give, only desperation. Fear. “Please. Please let me go. They’re hurting him, Impulse.”

“Grian, you’re not going to be any help if you work yourself up into the same state. I need you to listen to me for a second. I need you to calm down.” Impulse squeezed his hand. Grian thought he might scream, or cry, or maybe both.

“We don’t have time. Don’t you see? Whatever they’re doing to Mumbo, it’s reflecting on Scar.”

“What? Did- did that happen to you? Are you sure?”

“ Yes. And the damage is permanent, at least whatever happened to my ears- I don’t know! It’s something about the connection; it gets so strong, you even share pain? Who cares how it works! Impulse, if they can hurt Mumbo, they might be able to kill him.”

Impulse stared, taking a painfully long time to let that information sink in. Grian didn’t resist, willing him to understand. Willing him to let go and help. Impulse’s brow furrowed and he spoke slowly, “Scar’s cuts- even the holes- they aren’t serious. Clearly, Mumbo must be doing pretty well for himself, even against possible gunshots. I don’t think it’s him we should be worried about if this connection goes both ways.” Impulse’s voice lifted as he finished, eyes widening. If Grian had a beating heart, it would have stopped in his chest.

“Scar.”

[whoevenknowswhatimwriting]

The Words that Cut

i'm very much open to criticism on this (since it's the first draft of a half-finished idea). hope y'all have fun with it, though! trigger warnings are in the tags.

Dare woke up covered in blood. While he sat up blearily, frosty-pale hair in his eyes, he felt something start to rip, resistance from bandages and scabbed-over flesh. He eased himself up more slowly, making sure he had leverage beyond just his spine.

Alright. Breathe. You’re okay. Just try and remember what happened. You were… Oh. You tried to run. Stopped up your ears so no one could call your name and snuck out in the night. Okay, you’re okay. Where are you?

Dare peered at his surroundings, golden light around him. He wasn’t home, then, suffocating behind stone walls. Cloth rippled in the breeze, cascading sunlight falling through it, and he took another breath.

Good. You’re doing it. You’ll be fine.

“Uh. Hi.”

Dare jolted slightly, still trying to hold himself still through the surprise. He turned slightly, seeing a boy who looked around his age, moss green lipstick a contrast against dark brown skin. He held clean bandages and trauma shears, but it didn’t seem like he was planning on using them yet.

“Are you okay? My sister found you a good distance away, and, well, I’m better than the maggots at keeping people alive.”

“I’ll be fine. Thank you.”

“I’m Amon. Can I have your name?”

“No.”

That was rude. You can apologize later. You should apologize later. But better safe than sorry, I suppose.

“Okay, sorry, uh… what should I call you, then?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I guess we can figure it out later. How are you feeling as of right now? You said you’d be fine, but there’s a difference between being okay later and feeling alright now. I didn’t want to give you any painkillers while you were asleep, but being shot with an arrow can’t feel good, especially since you moved around. Did that do anything? It’s not really safe to sit up after an injury like that.”

That’s a lot to process at once. Just think through it. Ask him to wait. He’ll give you time.

“Uh, not great? I don’t need painkillers, though, especially if you’re running low on them. And I don’t think I hurt myself badly enough to kill me.”

“That doesn’t sound like you’re okay. Are you sure you don’t want painkillers?”

Idiot. Give yourself time to process the information. If you always have to tell the truth, you should make sure you can deceive, at least. He knows, he can see it in the horns that coil around your ears and the color of your hair and everything you’ve spent years wishing you could hide. You’ve lost a lot of blood, but you should be more careful if you don’t want to lose more.

“I don’t need them.”

“That’s not what I asked. We have plenty.”

“Fine.”

He’s trying to help you. Be polite.

Amon crossed over to a cabinet at the far side of the room, or tent, or whatever you wanted to call it, and pulled out a vial of liquid in a terrifyingly saturated blue tone.

“Drink this all in one go. It looks pretty, I know, but I swear it does not taste good. And if you need to, you can plug your nose.”

Dare grabbed it, and did as instructed, although he’d had much worse in his time. Choking down painkillers was honestly a nice break.

“Thank you. You didn’t need to do this, so I appreciate it.”

“You’re right, but I should have, so I did. There’s not many of us left out here, away from big cities or castles. We’ve gotta look out for each other, you know?”

“I might be more trouble than I’m worth.”

“Well, I’m sure you’re worth a lot of trouble, so I’d like to see someone try to give us enough to make that happen.”

“You should be careful what you wish for. I’m not a safe person to be around.”

“Is it your fault? The danger, I mean?”

“No.”

“Then it’s fine. Anyways, you should try and get some rest. I’ll leave you to it.”

Dare slept poorly, dreams of puppeteers and lying smiles haunting her. She woke up to a girl peering down intently at her, with braids trailing to a puff of curls at the back of her skull. Her dress was covered in flowers, pearlescent gold embroidery catching the light and reflecting back luminous yellow.

“I’m Kaya. You don’t have to tell me your name, not unless you want to. How are you feeling?”

“Better. I’m assuming you’re Amon’s sister? He mentioned you,” she responded, propping herself up gingerly on one elbow.

Be careful. You’re still hurt, don’t make it worse. You’ve had worse, yes, but you need to keep yourself alive.

“Yeah.”

“Then I’m in your debt most of all. Thank you. I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you.”

“I’m sure someone would have picked you up. After all, there’s a castle nearby, and there are usually patrols around those parts. I just happened to be the first one to get to you.”

“Yes. Well, I was fortunate it was you, as I doubt I’d have fared as well with the nobility. I’ve… had some difficulty, let’s say, with a lord in the past, though I hope to have put that behind me.”

Kaya sighed. 

“You and everyone else. We try to keep ourselves as distant from them as possible, so you shouldn’t have to worry too much about that.”

Okay. You can rest easy now.

Dare closed her eyes, breathing out a long, deep sigh of relief.

“I hope you’re right. This place… It’s nice. Better than anywhere I’ve been in a long time.”

“Well, you can stay as long as you like, stranger.”

Dare thought they might be okay, eventually. They were healing, at least, though they couldn’t look at the arrow lying nearby without quickly turning their head away. It was broken in two, since Amon had to get it out safely, and it was still sitting near them, since he’d insisted on testing it for poison.

Besides, they didn’t need it gone. They could just look away, so why even mention it?

Speaking of Amon, he’d brought a chair in with him some time earlier, since there was only so much time someone could spend on their feet. Dare got the feeling that he’d spent most of his time here working on smaller, less… mortal wounds. Nonetheless, they were grateful for his experience. 

And he didn’t push, not unless they were trying to “act tough,” or however he put it. It wasn’t something they were used to, his quiet way of nudging them to tell the truth, but it might have been worth getting shot half an inch under their heart for.

Kaya wasn’t there as much, but, then again, she had her life to live, and she wasn’t as integral to the healing process. Still, it was nice to see her on occasion, when they could.

They couldn’t help but feel, though, that this peace, this respite, wouldn’t last. Either they wouldn’t hold on tight enough, and it would slip through their fingers, or they would crush it in their hands. And they just knew that it was made of glass.

that's a wrap on chapter 1! i hope you enjoy my little people as much as i do. if you want to be added to a tag list, let me know!

[ahyesmygoodomenssideblog]

Hey, I wanted to thank you for writing those metas, I love reading them !

I watched good omens only recently and when I initially went through the good omens meta tag I felt kind of frustrated, since there is a lot of the "Crowley really has to learn to stop running away at the slightest problem" and stuff like that going around.

There was also a lot of "why are there so many people hating on aziraphale" but honestly I have trouble even finding a little criticism of him, so I don't understand why people are defending him, since there isn't even a threat? Or is there a tag for Aziraphale criticism I don't know of? ^^'

I'm a bit of tired of treating him, as if he isn't part of the oldest beings in the universe and didn't have time to challenge his thought process or learn how to, especially on earth with Crowley trying to help with that. When I was watching, Aziraphales well meaning behaviour hurt and his ignorance stung. He really is kind of delusional and I don't even know where I am going with these thoughts.

I hope dumping this wall of text in your askbox was okay. Are there any more metas planned? Thank you again, I hope you have a nice week!

Hi anon, thank you so much for the message! Sorry for the late reply. I 100% agree with you. Pretty much all I've seen on Tumblr is people defending Aziraphale or trying to reframe it so that Crowley and Aziraphale are equally at fault. I did see people talking about hate Aziraphale was getting on Twitter, but I don't use Twitter so I don't know what anyone might be saying over there.

Aziraphale is definitely woobified by the fandom, and it gets incredibly frustrating. Like, yes, Aziraphale has a lot of religious trauma. But so does Crowley. The opening scene of season 2 establishes that they've had this fundamental difference in views from the start, even before the fall, so I don't get why Aziraphale still gets so much leeway after refusing to change or grow for 6000+ years. He knows the complexities of humanity better than any other angel, but he keeps doubling down on his flawed belief system.

And season 2 really emphasized that Aziraphale's well-meaning ignorance is legitimately harmful. Like he got Morag killed by applying his overly simplistic worldview to a morally gray situation. And then there's the ball scene? The way Aziraphale dragged others into his rose-colored fantasy world was disturbing, especially with how freaked-out Nina was by it. Then Crowley shows up terrified and asking for help, and Aziraphale dismisses his concerns out of hand. He refuses to let Crowley’s worries put a damper on this Jane Austen ball nobody signed up for.

And Crowley was right. Like he was trying to raise the alarm about the very real danger that everyone was in. I’ve seen it framed a lot like Aziraphale is just an optimist and Crowley is a pessimist, but it goes farther than that. Crowley consistently has a more realistic view of Heaven, Hell, and humanity than Aziraphale does. Aziraphale's inability to engage with reality causes actual harm to both humans and to Crowley. It contributed to the world almost ending in season 1, because Aziraphale wasted a lot of time trying to reach the "right people" in Heaven instead of accepting that Heaven is as bad as Hell and trusting the one person that’s been trying to save the world with him for years.

And it's like, yes, Aziraphale is sympathetic. He’ll be very conflicted, and distressed about how conflicted he is, and then he’ll come around and do the right thing in the end. But it's frustrating to watch Aziraphale seeming to grow and then immediately backsliding. Like, he was ready to fall to protect Job's kids. But he didn't, and he went right back to his beliefs. He didn't lose his faith in Heaven despite the Flood, and Job, and Jesus, and the apocalypse.

He also has this superiority complex, where he's the nice one while Crowley is stuck doing the dirty work. "I am a great deal holier-than-thou" and all that. Aziraphale's belief system makes him "good" by definition. He dismisses and overrides Crowley's opinions instead of changing his own because, on some level or another, he thinks he's better than Crowley by design.

So it’s at the point where Aziraphale needs to do some serious self-reflection. He needs to be the one to make the choice to change fundamental beliefs he’s clung onto since the beginning of time. I think he's capable of changing, and I’m looking forward to how it plays out in s3, but I don’t think we’ll be getting a lot of good fix-its from the fandom any time soon. Most of what I've seen is still fans insisting that since they're both flawed they are both at fault, and their relationship can be fixed by just having them both apologize to each other. If people are looking at it beyond that, I don't know where they're discussing it.

[fandoms-are-my-friends-1321]

Jeffrey x Male Reader Headcannons

I am finally getting around to posting this, and I apologize for it taking me so long! Between working all summer every day to my university classes, I am a very busy person, but being able to take a breather and write these headcannons may help me!

Description: Some general headcannons for Jeffrey and a male reader, mostly how they get to the dating phase and what happens once they start dating

Warnings: Slight causing, otherwise just cuteness overload

I think that Jeffrey’s expression above embodies how a lot of the instances are going to go when he sees the reader for the first time

He is nervous and startled by how handsome the reader is, bamboozled if you will

There are two places where the reader and Jeffrey likely met, either at work for the Baroness or in one of her many shops

If it was in the shop, the day would start like any other for Jeffrey. The Baroness had sent him on a daily check to one of her busiest stores, and Jeffrey took pride in making sure that everyone was in line

He would be talking to the front desk worker about orders and how business had been holding up, eagerly scribbling notes to take back to the Baroness

But then the reader walked in, wearing the most dashing suit imaginable, and Jeffrey would drop his pen from how flustered he was

As the reader wandered around the shop, admiring the latest tie design or a new suit jacket, Jeffrey would quickly finish up his work before scattering to the back room of the store to catch his breath

There is definitely a small part of Jeffrey that wants to be confident, but after being made fun of by the crushed he had before, the fear of messing up always stopped him

Then again, the more Jeffrey saw the reader as he nervously peaked out the window at the top of the back room door, it’s almost as if his feet carried him off on his own

Before he knew it, Jeffrey stood before this gorgeous man, but he was sweating so much and his face surely looked darker than a tomato by now

“E-Excuse me, sir, but would you like some help finding anything?” Jeffrey would stutter, mentally slapping himself for being so timid

The reader would smile as he turned towards Jeffrey, obviously a bit more confident than him. “Now that you mention it, which tie looks better? The emerald or the periwinkle?”

Oh how Jeffrey adored the smile from the get go

Fashion was Jeffrey’s wheel house, and he knew that too, so in a moment of bravery he spoke up. “Actually, neither would look good.”

The reader may be a bit startled by this, and yet there was something about Jeffrey’s tone that made him wonder. “Oh yeah? What would you suggest then?”

Jeffrey would reach for a gold tie and drape it around the reader’s neck. “This gold tie looks good with most suit jacket colors, but especially blue and brown suits. However, the key here is that this tie will bring out the color of your eyes and match your confidence. It would only make sense to buy this one instead of the others.”

Jeffrey really hoped he didn’t sound like a know it all, but how else would he even begin to impress a guy as handsome as this?

“Oh, why didn’t I think of that!” The reader would explain as he ran a had through his hair with a lopsided grin. “What’s your name? I really should thank the man whose helping me in an area that I honestly struggle in.”

“It’s Jeffrey, sir, and it’s really no trouble at all. Working for the Baroness has its perks when it comes to fashion.”

The reader would beam as he offered a hand for Jeffrey to shake. “I’m Y/N, and I think I may just have to call you the next time I need clothing advice.”

From there, the reader would stop by the shop every time that Jeffrey would be there, and they would talk about fashion and their own lives as the romance between them slowly builds

As for meeting at work, it is a bit more straightforward

The reader was a new designer for the Baroness, a man of great renowned when it came to designing men’s dress shirts and slacks

No matter the color combination, Y/N knew how to make an outfit work

Jeffrey, being an aspiring designer himself, could not resist Y/N’s confident charm

One day as Jeffrey walked by Y/N’s desk, he noticed that he was struggling with a latest design

“The gold lining on the pant cuffs has always worked for me before, so why the hell isn’t it working now?” Y/N mumbled to himself as he gripped his pen with frustration

Jeffrey stopped in his tracks and hesitantly walked over towards Y/N. “P-Pardon my intrusion, Mr. L/N, but have you considered putting the gold lining on the cuffs of the sleeves instead of the pants?”

Jeffrey expected Y/N to yell at him for being so stupid, maybe even have him fired, but as Y/N reworked his sketches, a grin spread across his face

“Oh my goodness, this is brilliant! Why didn’t I think of this before? What’s your name again?”

“Jeffrey, and I d-don’t want you to think that I thought your first design was awful. Y-You don’t have to take my suggestion.”

But Y/N wanted to use Jeffrey’s idea, and from there, Jeffrey offered Y/an advice whenever he needed it

The more these two designers interacted, the more in love they fell with each other

For both scenarios, the reader would likely ask Jeffrey out because he is so shy, but of course he would say yes to the reader (amidst a blushing fit of course)

And what better way to seal their love than with a kiss, which would be difficult at first from how stiff and awkward Jeffrey is, but the Y/N always put Jeffrey at ease eventually

If the Baroness found out Y/N and Jeffrey were dating, she would probably be surprised that the man who was making her so much money would date someone like Jeffrey

Then again, she probably wouldn’t think on it too much either

“Jeffrey, did you say you had a date with Y/N? My top suit designer?”

“Y-Yes, Ms. Baroness, it’s our 6 month anniversary today.”

“Oh, how quaint,” and then the Baroness would zoom across the room to yell at one of the workers for trying to put silk on a new dress

Needless to say, the beginning may be awkward, but Jeffrey is a strong and willing lover who would give the world to make the reader happy, and as long as he can hold the man of his dreams in his arms, then Jeffrey is content

Tags: @specswhannell

[twst-drabbles]

Wait can you do a dynamic explanation for how your oc acts with us(Yuu)?

Depends honestly, cause I have Eldritch Prefect, the Caretaker, the Janitor and the Regular Prefect to think about, buuuut since I don't want the post to get too long, Imma talk about the OC's in the house pet au.

For the Caretaker, Antas is another pet, but one that ran away from his owner after he attacked her live on television. Usually, driders such as he are considered to be dangerous pests, so when they show behavior such as that, they'd be put down without hesitation. Basically, he's a mini drider that wanders from house to house, hoping to find a cool little corner to spin his web in and rest. He does not look good, all malnourished and dehydrated since he does not know how to hunt for himself. But, of course, the Caretaker eventually finds him around in their garden and they have to take him in. He had to be in isolation for quite a bit cause he did not relax around the other pets. He needed to have small bits of exposure, over time until he eventually comes out of his shell. And man did he. His spider half started getting more and more vibrant until eventually they started to bloom in some colorful lilac butterfly scales on his abdomen with a stain-glass like pattern. But yeah, he very much ends up attached to the Caretaker at the hip. Would try to crawl up their leg and onto their shoulder. Sometimes will hide in high places and jump right on their head. He's a quiet little thing, but the little shakes of his limbs tell all of his happiness. He can still fit on your hand, just so you know.

Valenio in the house pet au is another pet that managed to escape his kidnappers. He's never had an owner but he did have a friend that he liked to visit cause they fed him all sorts of weird foods he's never find in the deepsea. He had a lot of little guppies following him around, hiding in his very long trails of frills and fins. He doesn't look that different from his regular au self, just vastly smaller. Though, he is the length of your leg. He is big, though not as heavy as you might think. His little human torso, you can grab with one hand, but just barely. But, anyways, Caretaker was having a beach day but had to cut it short when they found a beached Valenio, very much heavily injured with all the little guppies trying to keep hiding in what was left of his fins. At home, Valenio has a tank all to himself. It's a huge tank as well, almost reaching the ceiling. You need a ladder to reach but it's all fine. Caretaker did try to take him back to the sea, but nope, Valenio is staying planted in the tank. He likes it. You can't move him. Just you try. Much like the other pets, he's not the smartest. He tried to get the Caretaker in the tank with him, cause he didn't know they couldn't breathe underwater. Also, despite the large size of his tank, it's the easiest thing to clean cause he goes out of his way to help you out. Though he does have a meticulous system that you have to follow or he will give you the silent treatment.

Oh and the guppies are weird little things. They're these shapeless forms of ink, they tend to take on the form of clione but sometimes they look like jellyfish. Either way, it's a sentient thing that hide within the fins and frills of Valenio. They're not a hazard, nor does it bother him.

Vio is a another human, a brat of a human fae, but a human nonetheless. He's attending the college nearby and is trying to expand his social network in order to make something of himself and his family. To that point, he actually does, initially, look down on the existence of the Caretaker since all he's heard about them is that they're a shut-in that everyone else spoils. So, to his eyes, the Caretaker is a leech. Basically, he's rather ignorant of the plight of the Caretaker cause he has tunnel vision on his own goals. He has magic, so the job industry and the education system treats him as well. Vio has his own troubles to deal with, so he sees his efforts and his well treatment as a result of all his hard work rather than it being something he was always going to get. He will get humbled when he sees the stacks and stacks of rejection letters on the Caretaker's shelf.

Cheridal is a red sea snake that has taken up home in a little ice cream shop by the sea. His owners really do love him to death, but they can't be with him all the time, so they arranged for him to be staying with the Caretaker whenever winter rolls around. His owners don't live near here and they're hesitant on taking him with them as they don't want him to be too far from home. Cheridal is actually smaller than Jamil, thinner too, but that doesn't stop him from play fighting with all the pets. Hell, he'll even play fight with the Caretaker. He'll beat them one day, he swears! He really has too much energy, so when he's not wrestling, he's usually swimming in the pond outside. If the Caretaker is not looking, he will try to sneak into the freezer for any frozen treats that might be in there. He's a weird creature. He likes to take an ice cube, toss it to the floor and skid it across the floor and chase after it.

And Tul'Veith. He's another pet, a ghostly looking immortal jellyfish. His upper body is human, the rest below is the jellyfish, but all of him is slightly see through. You can see his bones. Anyways, Tul'Veith is very much a sickly little thing that was not taken care of right with his previous owner. The novelty of owning a unique pet wore off so that owner tied him up in a bag and threw him in a river. And, luckily, the Caretaker found them while they were on their hike. By the time the Caretaker took him to the vet, he had already started regressing back into a polyp. So, all the Caretaker could do was place him in a quarantine tank and wait for him to grow. And grow he did. Into the tiniest of baby pets. Here's the start of a new life for Tul'Veith, the strange little creature that still, somehow, remembers everything. He'll be staying here for a bit. Tul'Veith is very much loving despite all that he went through. Out of all the pets, this one has to be the most well behaved, but is also the kind that doesn't have much regard for the state of his body. He gets injured oh so easily and he knows it, but it doesn't stop him from playing around with the other pets when he can. He actually weirds a lot of the other pets out cause they're not used to someone as small as he. They look at him and register a baby, but he does not act like one at all, so they take caution and tend to just, distance themselves. Seriously, he's like the size of your pinky. He's tiny.

[pullingyourstrings]

can you do gareth x dyslexic reader and she is struggling to read for her english assessment so she goes to gareth for comfort and he reads to her or something.

love you and your writing

ps I just got diagnosed and wanted comfort

also I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU my talented queen

omg thank you so much for the support!!!! I don't know much about dyslexia, but I hope you like this. Love you too ❣️

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x gn!reader

Summary: Gareth helping dyslexic!reader study.

Words: 480

Warnings: reader is struggling at the beginning, fluff, nothing gender specific is mentioned for reader.

It all made no sense. It was the third time you tried to read the same sentence for your English assessment and the words would get all tangled up and confused. God, you wondered if this was even English at this point. You sighed, swallowing the forming lump on your throat.

"What wrong, baby?" Gareth asked from beside you on the bed, where he laid down reading a fantasy book. It seemed so easy for him. It had only been an hour since you sat down to study. He said he would wait, picking up the book from his backpack and opening it on the first page. Now he was already in the middle of it, while you struggled to read the first few pages.

And the truth is that you felt bad.

Not only because you were obviously going to fail this class, but also because you're supposed to do this quickly so Gareth wouldn't have to wait so long.

"Nothing. Just... having a little trouble" you tried to hide it, but he knew you all too well, closing his book and turning his attention to you.

"Well, if you just let me help–"

"It's fine, Gare. I can do this" you grabbed your paper with more force, holding it close to yourself so he wouldn't have access to it.

"I know you can, love" he smiled, placing a hand on your knee and caressing it with his thumb, a gentle way of comforting you. "I'm just saying maybe we can do it together. We could take turns reading the sentences. What do you say?" he offered and you turned your head to the side, considering. Of course it would be easier and quicker if you did it like this, but still...

"You don't have to be embarrassed." he said honestly, as if reading your mind. "You're really smart, beautiful and awesome and I love you. Okay?" you nodded. "Good!" he gave you a quick peck. "Now lemme see"

You gave in, placing your notebook on both your laps so that he could start reading it. He read at a steady pace, waiting patiently when it was your turn and you took a little longer, whispering a few words you eventually got wrong, and in no time you had read all your notes. You never knew reading could be relaxing and fun, it was always stressful and overwhelming. But not with Gareth.

"Next time we can make flash cards, like a little trivia. That could be fun, right? Oh and my sister has these colorful pens, I guess they're supposed to help you organize your notes or something? I don't know, but we should try that too–" he rambled once your study session was over. He never doubted you, never underestimated your intelligence, he just genuinely wanted to help and make it fun for you. You held his face, kissing him softly.

"Thank you. This means a lot to me"

[winderlylandchime]

I cannot believe that everyone can tell that my brother is dumb enough to actually think about making Randy his therapist. Even my neighbor when I told her went ‘oh he would totally be his client if he lived close by.’

Honestly I still can’t believe he is retiring. I’m very happy for him that he is doing something with his life that he believes will bring him joy and stability but fuck does it hurt a little. I think the trouble I’m having is because I’ve seen him on the show/interviews and now podcast so it’s very strange to imagine him being all serious and professional. Hopefully this doesn’t mean we will never see him again. But i hope he has a successful career and that he enjoys it while also helping people.

I feel like Gale probably has to do some normal-ish type of jobs but I feel like he would maybe go for theatre and either teach it or something to do with that. I mean i don’t even know what part of the country the guy lives in so I think that probably has a lot of say in what he’s doing with his career. I did tell my brother that IF anybody were to give us a proof of life for him it will probably be Robert for birthday posts.. Hopefully Robert gets my message from the universe and delivers us some proof of life.

And as for my brothers collection of purses: it’s not a very big collection, he only uses it for “special occasions” like two weeks ago when he went to a mechanic for his car or a doctor check up but i think he has like 5. Two of them i know are small sized black ones (enough only for a wallet/keys/phone) because he made me buy him one for his bday. And I know one of them is a screaming yellow color because ‘sometimes you need a pop of color’. But the reason he actually started using them was because 12-15ish years ago, his friends and him were going to Pride and none of them decided on an outfit that had pockets. So one day he was at a mall and he found a purse with a rainbow on it (i teased him that it was pride merch but he swears it was a sign from the universe) so he bought it for Pride so that him and his friends could put their wallets/keys inside. I wish i was joking when I say that the hetero himbos who went to pride just to accompany me, treated this accessory as if he was the biggest genius they ever met. My brother actually said to my mom ‘yooo why didn’t you tell me about this luxury? There’s so much space for stuff in here! I can even put snacks in here.’

As for the qaf dvds, one of our cousins actually does have them but he forgot about that and tbh I think she is waiting to tell him because she knows he would try to steal them. But I wouldn’t put it past him to actually succeed in finding them on ebay or something, he is stubborn enough.

The funny thing is, dear sweet anon, Randy would kind of be the perfect therapist for your brother since all his angst right now is about QAF and one of the few people with actual answers is Randy.

My biggest fear about Randy as a therapist is less than people have seen him naked and having very realistic simulated sex on Showtime and more that on the podcast he gave his opinions about pop culture and he's such a snob! I don't want my therapist to think less of me because I have brain rot for a TV show or I like a musical that's not (gasp!) Sondheim... and he totally gives that vibe on the pod.

I do think Gale lives in LA. Or at least that's what I last heard. Which means there's a million ways to make money that's entertainment industry adjacent.

I love that your brother and his hetero himbos accompanied you to Pride and brought a communal purse and then marveled at it. Without for a moment considering why their outfits didn't have pockets and why most women's clothing doesn't have pockets. And why purses are necessary at all. (TBH I carry a big mom bag because I have anxiety and what if I need... water, advil, a bandaid, a hairbrush, a protein bar, a change of clothes, etc while I'm out?)

I think the DVDs are definitely available on eBay! They might just cost an arm and a leg. Just typing that I feel like I'm dooming your brother to an accident involving his arm and/or leg. Tell him to be careful!

[prsk-krow]

THY ✨ANON IS BACK FRON THE DEAD JAHAHAHA!

Greetings once again :D!

May I request separated Romantic headcannons with Ena and Mizuki with a Reader that's very much have learned all ways of proper etiquette and have become somehow elegant as such. Bonus if Reader is a noble and which is the reason why Reader bothered to learn etiquette anyway. Another bonus if Reader wears a royal suit or something in one of their dates 👀

I just have been reading a lot of manhwa these days, im so sorry ( ._.)

{Ena/Mizuki with a proper, noble Reader!} [R]

Heya there, ✨! Congrats on becoming the first names anon here! I don't know much about manhwa, but I hope this was enough to fit your likes!

Ena Shinonome

Let's be fair, Ena hates people with big egos. As someone who has had to work extremely hard and put a lot of effort into what she does to not receive any recognition, she does tend to resent those who believe they deserve it without the same sacrifices...

So when she hears about your noble status, it gives her a bad impression. Since she hasn't actually met any people like you before, she's fallen for a few stereotypes herself, as much as she tried to refuse it.

She was... Stunned when she first saw you. Your look wasn't standoffish, or too overbearing. However, your appearance alone established a regal atmosphere without it feeling suffocating. She was stunned...

She would take a few secret photos of you for her to have fun editing. This was a pretty rare chance, after all! She never used the regal themes much before in her edits, so this could be an interesting change of pace. She wouldn't post them without your permission, and would always block your face though!

Honestly, she was at a loss. What was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to act natural? No, that would be too offensive! Should she act formal as well? She has never been too good at it!

Before long though, she learns that you don't mind her normal attitude, as long as she keeps the condescending part to a minimum, and she sighs in relief.

She will definitely ask about how your place looks! The colors, aesthetics, textures, she wants to know it all! If you're able to show her photos, she'll spend hours staring at them to take in every single pixel! Also...

"How did you just keep your cool talking with that cashier?? She was just so rude! She didn't need to pry into our personal life with those questions! God, it's so frustrating what some people do! But... You didn't bat an eye, nor raise your tone! How...?? You're so amazing!"

You shrug it off as something you have to deal with often, and get used to, and Ena seriously questions the implications that you and others of the group may not be so different...

Offer her lessons in proper manners, it could go a long way! Ena isn't the type to mince her words, so this could help her a lot to stay out of trouble...

All in all, meeting you and spending time with you would be an enlightening experience for her, to learn and to explore a side of the world she knew little about! And with you by her side, she could work on some positive attitudes for a change!

Mizuki Akiyama

Mizuki knows that acting the way they do isn't the most pleasing for any stranger, so they have learnt about how to act respectfully and properly, even think it may not seem like it!

That's why they were a bit stiff when first meeting you, making sure you didn't mind their normal attitude, before relaxing once you tell them that it's fine, that they didn't need to force it too much.

They will still treat you a bit special, teasing you less and being generally more respectful altogether! It's... Weird. Their usual energy still shines through, and it's evident that they aren't acting as before.

If any of your clothes need a small touch up, they will jump at the opportunity and help you! They will be a bit nervous working with such precious materials, but their talent is unmatched!

They will also host small dress up sessions in your house with all of the clothes you don't use much. They look like they're having so much fun... These clothes are so rare after all!

However, they're taken by surprise when you tell them to try some out. It's... A shock! Mizuki, wearing regal clothes! Well, don't mind them as the session doubles in length and noise with them squealing and getting excited!

Since then, they've fully loosened up and now treat you like anyone else! Teasing you, trying to crack your respectful demeanor, taking cover behind you when someone else (Ena, usually) starts to criticize their behavior...

It becomes a test of sorts, as you try to endure either the urge to shut them up or to laugh at their behavior, although you will laugh more when out of the public's eye. It's such a weird experience, unique of such a person like them!

"Waaaah, why is Ena so meaaaan?? The only thing I wanted was to ridicule her by showing how much editing her selfies went through before being posted! I mean, three hours?? SERIOUSLY?? And she says that I'm the unreasonable one! Waaaahhh... You're on my side, riiiight??"

They do know when to tone it down though, and when they notice that you're tired or simply not having any of it, they return to a more passive attitude, even showing a respectful front instead of you at times!

All in all, they will flip your life upside down, so long as you stay by their side! Everything becomes lighter and brighter next to them, letting you lower your guard with no fear of needing it on, thanks to the casual environments! Just make sure to remain by their side... You're a pillar of strength, even if you don't realize it.

[klutzyroses]

HELLO , HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT TIME .

I am really sorry to disturb you but will you be able to write a headcanon on residents of the mansion (ikemenvamp) reacting to mc who is a bit badass and have lots of tattoos, but she is clingy and affectionate as hell when she feels comfortable with someone.

THANK YOU ^_^

Hi anon! I hope you're having a great time too!

Badass Clingy S/O

What if they have a tattooed and affectionate and clingy s/o?

Suitors: Arthur, Theo, Vincent, Jean

Arthur

When Arthur first got to know you, he quickly learned you were a very different kind of woman and that made him even more interested in you.

He was taken aback by how fierce you could be, how you stood up for yourself, hoe you carried yourself, without caring who you offended. Color him impressed.

It won't be long until he dubs thee his "little firecracker"

He often traces your tattoos, especially when your skin is bared to him, tracing and following their shape, admiring them because they suit you so much.

When he found out you were an affectionate little firecracker, he melted on the inside. Could you be more adorable?

He will quickly figure it's because you feel comfortable around him and you trust him, which makes him a little giddy, no matter how much he may deny it.

He will be sure to scoop you into his arms and press kisses on your blushing cheeks, as you revel in his returned adoration.

Honestly, he would be fine just sitting with you cuddled up to him and doing nothing all day.

Theo

He wouldn't admit it but he found you interesting...really interesting.

From your strong person, unwillingness to back down to anyone, especially him. You very quickly established yourself as someone not be trifled with and that...well that was very impressive to him.

You would often clash from time to time in a battle of wills because you were no pushover and were not be disrespected.

He also found your tattoos gorgeous. He couldn't help but admire them, even if he doesn't say so. He would put you on display if he could.

He would tease you to tears once he sees how clingy you could get once you were comfortable around him. He didn't expect you to be the soft type.

You're full of surprises aren't you?

However if he teases you too much and you start to retreat, he will pull you right back into a tight and warm hug, chuckling fondly as he cradles you close to him.

He thinks you're adorable, cute enough to eat, but as it's Theo...its likely you wouldn't hear that directly from him.

Vincent

One could almost see the stars in the painter's eyes as he beheld your gorgeous tattoos all over your pretty skin. You were walking art!

He could stare at them all day, if you permitted. It wouldn't be too much of a surprise if suddenly, his more recent paintings started resembling your tattoos...

He would want to know the meaning and reason behind each one as he tenderly traces each line of ink very lightly, asking if it hurt and how long it took to heal.

He was in awe whenever he saw how self assured and firm you could be. The way you stood your ground and stared down your adversaries and obstacles with a level and cool head had him slightly starstruck. He would always have the slight worry a little that you may get hurt in the back of his mind though...

But of course, should you ever be in trouble, he will be right there for you.

Upon discovering your sweeter, more affectionate side, it was quite possible that you may have broken him.

He hadn't thought you could get more wonderful...you proved him wrong.

He will wholeheartedly accept your attachment and warmth with equal affection. Hopefully you are ready for his gentle and tender embrace because he has plenty to give.

Jean

Upon seeing your tattoos, at first he was a bit...confused. Why have you got drawings all over your body?

He wasn't sure he understood, though they suited you quite well. It would just take some getting used to and he would, the more time he spent with you.

He found your slightly fiery inner strength admirable, he would find himself looking at you in wonder when he saw you stand up to others or for others against threats larger than yourself with no fear.

You were so different to other women of this time, so incredible, so fearless, he was absolutely in awe of you.

However, when he noticed the sweet pout on your face as you clung to his arm to keep him from leaving caught him off guard.

He didn't take you for being one particularly eager to show endearment. But upon realizing it's merely out of trust for him, he accepts it, welcoming it in his own, slightly awkward way.

He'd never say it aloud but he found it rather cute that you were sweeter than your exterior suggested.

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I made my own little spin on Opaline.

I’ve heard a fair share of complaints about Opaline’s character and design. For fun, I thought I’d share my own spin

It’s heavily implied her being an Alicorn was her own means and might not fully be in power. What if being immortal but not full in power took a negative toll on her, physically and mentally.

Imagine if she doesn’t just want power to for the sake of more power but that she might actually need more power to survive. Perhaps she’s been heavily weakened for a while and has had to lay low and conserve to keep not just her powers but her own life. All those years hiding, watching made her not vain and haughty like OG Opaline but stoic, not fully…in it and the one thing keeping her grounded, is the day magic comes back and she can finally continue what she wasn’t able to back so long, long ago.

My Opaline’s def less ““showing care is unbecoming, makes u weak, I shall have it all to myself” and far more reserved, deep in thoughts but she is still obsessed with becoming full in power. She def tries far more to keep herself composed and breaking. With that said, when you’ve been waiting for CENTURIES while in a bad state, that can be really hard. ESPECIALLY WHEN THERES A BUNCH OF FRIENDSHIP MAGIC WANNABES THAT WILL GET IN THE WAY OF EVERYTHING SHES WORKED TOO LONG AND HARD FOR!

When she lets it all out, it’s SCARY!

I wanted her to looks like the opposite you’d think of an Alicorn, elegant, powerful, radiant. Show her like she’s barely keeping it together. I also made her hair more flowy like the other alicorns but just at the bottom to show she’s not in full state. It’s more white with gradual darkness, to give off a very gloomy, Dp fading vibe. She has a lot of dark tips, as she’s on the tip of things.

Her colors r far less vibrant, more grayish, fading with gradient darkness. The most colorful parts are her eyes that have a bit of fade in them and her mark. I redesigned her cutie mark to look similar to twilights, with a mix of Nightmare Moon’s. It’s meant to be a gemstone trying to shine in the dark, there’s even a bit of cracks around her mark.

She’s also less outwardly cruel to Misty. She’s def far more careful with how she acts towards her best ally and far more subtle, less on the nose on her manipulation. Even manipulating herself that she truly is helping Misty in the end. Ngl I can see her tell her some of the tales of the old, might’ve even told her about the Cutie Mark Crusaders who also went for quite a lot of trial for their marks. And one of Misty’s other reasons for helping Opaline as she’s seen first hand why she needs magic and doesn’t want to Potentially lose the one pony that’s ever been there for her.

I can see her show more kindness and patience, even a bit of fondness for Misty who along with helping with her plans, does a lot things such as chores and cooking for her, something in her state, she has a lot of trouble doing. She really hopes once everything comes to motion, she’ll pay Misty back full for everything…she won’t get in her way right?

I can def see her have a bit of rasp in her voice.

She’s def still terrified of her…especially when the…side effects of not enough magic kick in. Misty’s seen a lot.

I want to give off Belos and Hunter vibes.  She’s def less powerful but still very capable, especially when using more hood made spells, to use her magic with. I can see her be aware of the Zebra Zecora and might’ve found spells of the more dangerous and dark or good spells she twisted for her gain. I can imagine she needs to feed off magic in a way, in order to keep herself going, I def want Belos vibes.

I’m honestly going for the more scary modern cartoon villains like White Diamond, Niwhere King, Belos, the Beast etc.

Maybe she wants to still control the magic but for less…typical villain reasons. Maybe she wasn’t the exact cause for all the fighting and in fact was trying to stop it all, Princess Twilight unable to, Unfortunately making the situation worse.

Opaline- They say u learn from the past so the future will be better but frankly It seems like it’s just been getting worse. She tried so, so hard for eveyrone but it was NEVER ENOUGH! They were never satisfied! They always found something to fight over, the biggest thing they fought over and continually abused and took for granted! Magic! When things started getting out of hand, Twilight made the crystals to get them to stop fighting, but soon enough it was gone. It was all gone and…she was gone. Everything she did, ALL THAT WORK DESTROYED! IT WAS ALL FOR NOTHING! Now that it’s back, I’m going to make sure history doesn’t repeat itself. U think every pony has a natural good in them Sunny but they also have plenty of selfishness. They only way to make sure they use the good more is control what they desire the most! I HAVE SACRIFICED FAR TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO RUIN EVERYHTING! This is your final warning.

What do u think of my Opaline? I’d love to know💖