#The image I had to use for color reference is embarrassing

[octocurse]

Francis , honey ... Let the robot go . That’s not your wife .

[heart4reigns]

Is there anyway I could request an imagine for either Rhea Ripley or Roman Reigns? Where the Reader is a new star getting a really big push because they feel they have huge potential, and she’s a literal ray of sunshine. She’s always smiling and happy and colorful, and it shocks others that they are together. Then she ends up joining their faction, but the crowd just can’t hate her and even the announcers can’t hate her. <3 :) :)

PUSH AND PULL, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words

tags: tension between roman and rhea, you realize that i love making up stage names so... more stage names!

summary: it’s all sunshine and rainbows with you

"THE sunshine, (y/n), how are you feeling tonight?" you were backstage, doing a quick interview. "hello, hello! we're feeling great tonight, how are you?" you returned the question. "feeling good as well. so, how are you adapting to your new environment?" she asked, referring to your transfer from nxt to smackdown. "it's going well, i can't help but to thank all the people that support me! although i kinda miss the dark lighting, it's too bright here." you cracked a joke.

"right, any invitations to any factions?" she continued the interview. "no, but i'm open to any invitations. i'd love to work with anyone." she couldn't help but to smile at your reaction. "this has been (y/n), sunshine! it was so great talking to you." you nodded and gave her a hug as the camera stopped rolling. "thank you, you did a great job!" "you too, (y/n). it was so nice talking to you!"

the walk back to the locker room was filled with people greeting you left and right. you were well-known for your kindness. people grew comfortable with your presence. "yooo!" you saw one of your new locker room best friends, jimmy. "what's good, man?" you hugged him. "watched your promo earlier, you killed it!" your ears perked up in excitement. "really? god, i'm embarrassed!" you were blushing. "nah girl, you're killing the game. now let's go eat before we go back to the hotel." he gave you a huge grin.

"hope you don't mind but i asked roman to join us, not solo though. dude's been mia since this morning." you nodded at jey's sentence. you always loved meeting new people. this was also the first time you were going to meet roman. "i've always wanted to meet roman! this is gonna be fun." you grinned. "damn girl, are you always this positive? people are intimidated by him, yet you're excited?" jimmy parked the car. "nah man, i am only scared of paul. i swear that guy knows everything." the three of you laughed.

to say the least, people who met you thought that this positivity image was only for the cameras. but they were wrong, you weren't going to lose anything by being nice. denny's seemed like a good idea at 3 am in the morning. "yo man!" as the three of you entered the diner, roman was already sitting there–playing with his phone.

"hi! i'm (y/n)!" you sat in front of him, offering him a huge smile. he looked up from his phone, returning your expression. "hello." just a simple 'hello' made your heart flutter a bit. "i'm roman, finally glad to meet you. i heard so much about you from the twins." "they can't stop shit-talking me!" you frowned, lightly smacking their heads.

you always looked up to him. as the two of you came from the same background, a long reigning wrestling families. you were the only daughter of your family, so you had to continue the family business. "so wait, sorry. lost track of time, you just got drafted from nxt?" roman furrowed his brows. "yeah! i'm very very new." you chewed on your pancakes. "how come everyone has these locker room stories about you?"

"that's because she's different man." jimmy slung his arm over your shoulder. "no, no. those locker room stories are just exaggerations!" you shook your head in defense. "nah, she's too humble! she bought donuts the other week you were off. god, i swear, you're a blessing (y/n)." roman couldn't help but to smile at your little arguments with his cousins.

the 'locker room talk' was just a compilation of people admiring you for your kindness. "shit dude, gotta bounce." jey looked at his phone. "and where are you going?" you asked him. "bro and i haven't packed, y'all packed yet?" jimmy stood up from his seat, leaving only you and roman sitting down. "oh, yeah. packed earlier." "me too!"

"then, we'll leave you two. i trust her in your hands, bro." jey gave roman a fake warning, acting all 'big bro' moment. "she can beat your ass if she wants to!" jimmy continued. "okay shoo now! i'm trying to make friends!" they left and you continued your conversation with roman. "tell me more about yourself, (y/n)." his eyes sparked an interest in you. "really? you want to hear about my boring life?" you tilted your head in confusion. "there's no way your life is boring, you're a (l/n)."

and so the conversation went on and on. the two of you decided to leave denny's and drive around town together. it was never quiet. the entire ride was filled with laughter and jokes. "i actually look forward to my future. i'm excited for what life has planned for me." you parked in a random parking lot, still enjoying your talk with him. "and i'm excited for you as well, you're a good person, (y/n)." roman said, facing you. "i guess it's in my nature to treat people with kindness, i mean... it doesn't hurt anyone."

when the two of you went back to the hotel, you saw familiar faces going downstairs for breakfast. "and where have you been pretty girl?" you saw a certain black-haired girl greeting you with a sly smirk. "been around town with roman!" you hugged her, feeling her height towering you. "oh you're taking my girl now, reigns?" rhea raised a brow at him. "you're dating her?" roman was hella confused.

"oh no, it's a joke! i always call her my work wife!" you giggled, clearly not seeing that she was interested in you. "see you on the bus, wifey!" you waved at her, entering the elevator. "better watch it, bro." rhea whispered as roman followed you. he made a mental note that everyone was protective over you. being the new girl, your family thought that you'd be intimidated by the older talents–but in reality, everyone loved you.

it was clear that several talents took an interest in you, but being the friendly person you were, you saw everyone in a platonic way. "can i perhaps," he paused for a second. "get your number? you're a very fun person to talk to." you grinned and exchanged numbers. "if you need anyone to talk to, don't hesitate to call or text me!" you parted ways.

and on that day, the roman reigns too, took an interest in you. "fuck." he whispered, realizing that he was soon going to develop an actual liking to you.

you were sharing the ride with several stars in the second bus. road trips were always exciting, whether it's cody singing on the back of the bus, or seth trying to do a backflip while becky stops him–not wanting him to throw up, it was always a magical moment seeing your fellow wrestlers without their strong tv persona. "hey." rhea greeted you, sitting on an empty seat next to you. "this empty?" she asked. "indi is gonna be pissed to know that her seat is taken. but, it's empty." you replied.

"where did you go yesterday?" rhea couldn't help but to terrorize you with questions. "with roman? we drove around town, shared stories. we ate with the twins earlier, but they left because they haven't packed." you recalled the moment. "i see." she shortly replied. "there was a picture of you two circling around twitter, you looked very close." rhea pulled out her phone, showing you a picture of you laughing with roman. "aw, i look so happy!" she couldn't help but to smile at your cluelessness. before she could say anything, seth pointed at you. "BACKFLIP CHALLENGE?" "IT'S ON!"

you heard from the fans that the second bus was the party bus. everyone was always on their highest spirits. the seat next to you was empty, as rhea was dragged to the back by dominik. that left you space for you to stretch your legs. you were about to watch a movie until you saw a notification popped up.

unknown number: how's your bus?

(y/n): sorry, who is this :)?

unknown number: oh it's roman

(y/n): HIIIII :)

roman: and why are you up? everyone's knocked out here

(y/n): sorry to say but the second bus is the party bus! we're still going :)

roman: damn that sounds fun, the only entertainment we have here is jey freestyling

(y/n): that's sounds amazing!

(y/n): gotta bounce, rhea wants to watch a movie with me n dominik :)!!

roman: okay, see you at the arena

(y/n): :)

the arena was swarmed with fans. some of them were holding signs and pictures of you. one of them said '(Y/N) JOIN THE BLOODLINE!' and some said 'JUDGEMENT DAY IS WAITING FOR YOU, SUNSHINE!'. you took some pictures of the sign and posted them on your twitter. you talked to several fans, trying your best to greet everyone.

"you're quite popular." a familiar voice startled you. "roman!" "hi." everyone was looking at the two of you. "how was your trip?" you asked, still signing some pictures. "knocked out cold, can't stand solo's snores though." you chuckled. "mine was filled of seth jumping from seats to seats." he was obviously not surprised by one of his friend's antics. "you should ride with me, we can judge jey's freestyle together." you nodded in agreement. "that sounds fun!"

you walked away with roman, still chatting up. little did you know, people were still looking at the two of you. "they look cute together." one of your fans said. "nah man, she's with rhea." "nah, that's a long-running joke. (y/n) is obviously single." and they were right. you were single and maybe, ready to mingle.

you were hanging out in your hotel room with your manager, ethan. ethan went over your schedule. "you got quite the boost here, (y/n)." he muttered, still looking at his phone. "hmmm?" you tilted your head. "you and roman now?" he asked. "why does everyone keep on asking me that? we're friends!" you chuckled. "because everyone is apparently 'shipping' you guys now." "oh please, they ship me with everyone i interact with! remember when they 'shipped' me with balor? because we went to the gym together?"

tonight, you were fighting against dakota kai. you always looked forward to dance in the ring with her. of course, the company was going to make you win this fight. "good luck, sunshine." she hugged you as the training ended. "see you tonight, love!" you hugged her back.

the locker room was hyping you up. "LET'S GO, (Y/N)! LET'S GO, (Y/N)!" you were stretching your body, matching the energy of the locker room. your true hypemen were there; the twins. "go kill it, (y/n)!" jey said, patting your back. "thanks, i will do my best!" as the crew called your name, you went outside the locker room.

everyone was busy doing their job. you passed several crew, waving at them. you saw a similar face and immediately ran to him. "roman!" your high-pitched voice caught his attention. "(y/n)! you're up in 5." a crew said. "i'll be there!" you replied. "good luck." came out of his mouth. "i'm rooting for you." he joked, knowing well that he already saw the script. "thanks big boy." you jokingly punched his chest. "cheer for me!"

"and her contender for tonight, the rising superstar–sunshine!"

roman was looking at the monitor from his locker room, which was practically empty. "should watch her match tonight man, it's gonna be crazy." jey passed him a bottle of water. "watch this." jimmy pointed at the screen. the crowd went wild when they saw you do your signature move. with your colorful gear, you were definitely the centre of everyone's attention.

he saw immense talent coming straight from you. "this is wild as hell." roman commented. "you sure she's new here?" he asked. "i think creatives landed a goldmine when they decided they were going to push her." paul commented. seeing you do a super kick clicked something inside of him. "i want her in."

you were exhausted as you lifted your fist up in the air. you helped dakota from her position and took her hand. "you did amazing!" you mouthed. "you did great, girl!" she replied. you won but it was all because of the help of your opponent. the walk backstage was kind of painful as you were limping from your injuries. the smile on your face was still there, you didn't want to show people that your leg was hurting.

"you okay there, (y/n)?" as you took off your hand-wrap, the voice from earlier greeted you again. "you again?" you teased him. roman was also sweating from his appearance. "can't help but to see you limping." roman chuckled, sitting on the bench next to you. "i'm good, kinda botched the last move, but i lifted my leg so dakota won't land on her neck!" you explained. "you did that to save her?" "hey, i'll take a bullet for anyone!"

the next following days were filled with more road trips and endless training time. "(y/n)!" you were in the gym, staring the red punching bag. "hey, ethan! what's up?" you asked him, cracking your knuckles. "you have time?" "just say whatever you want, i can multitask!" you started your work out. "so, you're gonna want to hear this." punch. "yeah, what's that?" punch.

"you're going to be in the bloodline." another punch. "i am going to be in the what?" the punching bag fell on the floor. "I AM TURNING HEEL?" you grinned with excitement. sometimes people around you wonder about what goes on in your head–like your stage name, you were always the sunshine of the room.

"you heard the news?" roman and you were eating lunch together. it became a routine for the two of you. everyone couldn't help but to notice the two of you becoming closer than before. you shared the same brand, but you were never one to eat lunch with the tribal chief. "yeah! god, it's so thrilling... me? finally joining a faction? couldn't ask for more!" you took a sip of your water. "a bit too cynical for you?" you shook your head. "i can fit right in!" you pulled off a fake smug face. "okay, you don't fit this evil-like image."

as it became a routine, you took a liking to the champion. he was nice, returning the energy that you had for everyone. he also took you to several 'lunch dates' that ended on the two of you gaining more feelings for each other. there was definitely something going on between you. "are we going to the dog park this weekend?" you asked him. "whatever you want to do, princess." he smiled. "i'll bring my dog! god, a dog park date, that sounds fun!" your cheeks flared up as you mentioned that it was going to be a date.

"is it a date?" he teased you. "shut up, i didn't mean it like that!" you blushed. "damn, i'm disappointed." he 'cried'. "or do you want it as a date date?" you teased back. "i don't mind, princess." roman replied. the constant flirtings, the never-ending dates, or phone calls when the two of you weren't together, it was obvious that romance sparked in between. tension was there. he slung his arm around your shoulder, your bodies colliding with each other, it was already a muscle memory for the two of you.

even the staffs noticed that the kindness you gave roman was different. "but i don't mind if you consider it as a date, i'd love that." you confessed. "i'm gonna take you on as many dates as we can, baby." he smiled. "sorry for bothering you, but your gear is done." you looked up and saw the costume staff approaching you. they altered your gear to fit the bloodline's aesthetic. "oh really? thanks!" you replied.

"you wanna see it?" you asked roman. receiving a nod from the tribal chief. "let's go!" you took his hand and went to one of the locker rooms. "dude, this is amazing!" black and red–the bloodline colors. "wait, go out! i'm gonna change." roman quickly went out the locker room. "are you done?" "YES! GOD, THIS IS SO COOL!" roman went inside the room and saw you with the bloodline gear. you looked amazing, he thought. "y- you look good." he stuttered. "AND I FEEL GOOD!" he was really thankful that the two of you were going to work together.

there you were, in the backstage, with the bloodline. "how you feeling tonight?" solo asked you. you were jumping up and down with adrenaline in your veins. "SO EXCITED!" you spoke louder, due to the loud music. none of your fans knew that you were turning heel, it was the company's secret. the crowd was kind of worried because they didn't hear from you for days. it was going to be a huge surprise.

"the bloodline!" you huffed out the air, waiting for the grand entrance. as you walked out, carrying one of roman's title, you could hear gasps coming from the crowd. "is that- is that sunshine with the bloodline? why is she with them?" you expected everyone to boo at you, but they did the opposite. the crowd popped.

as soon as you got inside the ring, roman started speaking to the mic. "i know y'all are wondering about why sunshine is here." he spoke. "and you guessed it right, our newest member of the bloodline, my personal pick, sunshine." roman winked at you, only to receive a huge smile that didn't match the persona of the bloodline members.

maybe, just maybe, turning heel and being in the same ring as your crush was going to be a fun rollercoaster ride.

a/n: hi!! thank you for the request, sorry if it’s a bit underwhelming, but i hope you enjoyed it!! i decided this request would fit roman as i already have a similar draft for this… so yeah :) i have 2 more requests coming up, but requests are still open!!

[babygorewhore]

Scream for me

Eddie Munson x fem OC

Summery: Eddie Munson, a music major at college is secretly in love with Sammy, or as he calls her, Cobain. But he’s never gotten the chance to ask her out especially with a masked murderer roaming the streets of Hawkins. But he’ll find that the killer is much closer than he thinks.

AU-Scream Universe 🔪

WC. 6k.

This is a shared universe with my girl, Dolly @xxhellfirebunnyxx Our love for these movies and Stranger things inspired us to create our own characters for these fics. Please keep in mind these OCs have self inserted inspired looks but they are still readable. If you’re a scream fan, we’re sure you’ll appreciate the quotes. Eddie refers to her as Cobain. But her name is Sammy.

Warnings! 18plus! Violence! Details of murders! Character is killed off. Slight mention of deadbeat dad, Eddie is a perv. Male masterbation, hints at female masterbation, knife play, oral male recieving, degrading, spit, Dom Oc, sub Eddie, unprotected PnV

“I can’t believe Chrissy is dead, man.” Jonathan sighed as he adjusted his camera bag. Eddie gave him a side glance as they walked on the sidewalk to get to their next classes.

“Yeah, me either. It’s fucking insane.” Eddie answered, resisting the urge to look at his phone again. The images and news report of her corpse was the hot topic of Hawkins and the college.

This was the third murder of this killer stalking the streets. None of them were even connected until Chrissy.

His father and Jonathan’s father were murdered a year ago. A few weeks apart. He wished he could say either of them were sad about it. But they were all killed with a large hunting knife. Each more violent than the last. His uncle Wayne told him about the murder and Eddie attended the funeral. Barely feeling anything except relief. Jonathan was the same way. But he worried about Will’s state of mind.

Eddie and Jonathan started to part ways in the entry way of the building. “I’ll see you after class, Eddie.”

He sped walked to his music class, he was still in theory. Eddie wanted to erase how he used to be in high school. So he made sure to always be early.

After hours of theory, many notes and contemplating if he was even learning anything, it ended and he was free to hang out with his small circle of friends.

Well.

To hang out with her.

It was embarrassing really. How much he liked her. Eddie tried to always wear his nicest jeans and band shirts. Even if he was teased for being a simp by the asshole Harrington. Eddie breathed in the fresh air and made his way to the spot his friends claimed earlier in the semester. He chewed his lips in anticipation as he rounded the corner.

His breath caught in his throat and he almost dropped his bag. Eddie always felt like he got hit by a bus when he saw her. She was walking to the spot. Two benches next to the courtyard. He tried to smile normally. But he probably looked he was in a toothpaste commercial.

Samantha and her best friend Willow walked together arm and arm. But everyone called her Sammy and Willow was Bunny. But Eddie had his own name for her. Something no one else had.

“Hey, Cobain. Hey bunny.” He waved and they both did too.

Cobain’s clothes were always dark. Loose, comfortable sweaters, patterned pants or dresses. She always wore converse or combat boots. Her hair was bright pink and curly. Her curves filled out her current dark green sweater that reached her thigh. Her eyes coated in thick eyeliner.

Bunny was the opposite. Smaller in height and figure. Her white hair was long and she always wore light colors. Like an angel. She had big doe eyes that Jonathan was obsessed with. Bunny was Jonathan’s girl. She just didn’t know it yet.

Eddie called Sammy cobain because the first time he saw her, she wore a Nirvana shirt and she stood up to Jason when he asked her to name more than three songs in the courtyard when she was trying to find a spot to read.

But then the dick decided to get aggressive and Eddie scared him off. He was obsessed already when Sammy gave him a dimpled smile. “Uh. Thanks, Eddie.”

“How-you already-“

“Come on. Everyone knows the most metal guy in Corraded Coffin. I’ve come to a couple sets.”

He immediately fell in love with her. Eddie slung an arm around her shoulders, slouching down.

“Well, my lady. I certainly can’t tease you about Nirvana, Ms. Cobain. Not when she’s a fan.” She told him quietly her real name.

Eddie allowed both girls to sit before he did and he slumped beside Cobain. Her lips were coated in gloss. And it was sticking out of her bag. Their knees touched and he was getting warm. He kept glancing at her chest. It was rising and falling softly. He wanted to squeeze them and fuck-

“How are you ladies? Did you guys stay awake during class?” He tried to focus on her eyes but it was really fucking hard by the way she kept adjusting her silver heart necklace.

Bunny and Cobain snorted. “I tried not to freak out when I checked my phone.” She tucked a pink strand behind her ear and Bunny held her arm tighter.

“It’s so scary. This guy is getting crazy with killing people. I-I don’t ever want to be alone.”

“You girls don’t need to worry. You’re always together and besides. You have m-“

“Hey guys,” Eddie wanted to scream at the sound of Robins voice but both Bunny and Cobain grinned and ushered the rest of the group over.

Robin, her girlfriend Marina, Steve and Jonathan settled around.

Robin started babbling, “Another murder? This dude is officially considered a serial killer. And did you notice-“

“Fuck, Robin. Can we at least sit down before you start talking about the gross details?” Steve cut her off and earned a small glare from Marina.

“Nice seeing you guys,” Eddie moved over as Robin and Marina wedged themselves on either side of Cobain and then himself.

Both girls smiled at the other girls but Bunny gave Jonathan a shy wave as he sat next to Steve on the other bench.

“Go ahead, Robin.” Cobain told her. Fuck she was always so nice.

“Thank you, Sammy. Did you notice how Chrissy is the only victim who’s not directly related to anyone in this group? Like the pattern that connected the killings is also separating them?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get that either. Is there a point in there?” Steve called out and crossed his arms. Eddie rolled his eyes. King Steve involved in a conversation that wasn’t about him must have been painful.

“I’m saying that it’s probably a distraction! I mean imagine how strong you have to be to slice and gut somebody!” Cobain and Bunny cringed. Eddie had the urge to cover her ears.

“God-how do you…gut someone?” Cobain asked and glanced at Eddie.

“You take a knife, and you slit them from groin to sternum.” Steve answered with a smirk.

“Hey, it’s called tact you fuck rag.” Eddie interrupted. Deciding to throw a dig at him, he added. “Didn’t you use to date Chrissy?”

“Yeah, for like two seconds. She wasn’t crazy like that at first.” Steve always shoved back.

“Didn’t she dump you for a chance at Jason?” Marina added while Robin held her leg.

“Oh, I didn’t hear about that.” Eddie challenged.

“She’s full of shit. I only decided to pop in because with all this bullshit there’s probably going to be a curfew. So in a couple days I’m throwing a party. Bring a lot of booze and whatever.”

“Are the police aware that you dated the victim?” Robin adjusted in her spot, throwing her arm around Marina and Bunny.

“What? Are you saying I killed her?” Steve scoffed and adjusted his stupid hair.

“It would make a lot of sense actually.”

“No, he couldn’t have. It would take a strong man to do something like that that.” Cobain’s response made everyone laugh.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off her in that moment, her dimples and her pink hair falling around her shoulders. As the laughter died down, he noticed in her open bag that she had a variety of pens. Without thinking, he was quick to snatch one. Just one so it wouldn’t be noticed.

Eddie fucking wished he could say it was the only thing he stole from her. “Eddie, do you mind giving me a ride home? Bunny has plans with Jonathan.” Cobain turned to face him head on and Eddie couldn’t help but almost choke.

“It’s okay if you can’t-“ Cobain went to say but he shook his head.

“No! No! I’d love to! My chariot waits for you mlady. And I assure to Bunny she will arrive safely later as I assume you will be having a sleepover?”

“Thank you, Eddie. I know that you’re usually at band practice but-“

He went to tell her that he would lay in traffic for her but then she laid her head on his shoulder. Granted it was only three seconds. Eddie instinctively went to wrap his arm around her but she stood up. Giving Bunny a quick squeeze.

“I’m ready when you are, Eddie.”

Eddie tried to think of rational reasons to tell her why his seat would look slightly damp or why he would have to quickly shove a pile into a corner. Which would include…pens…a pair of underwear he stole…a bra and he was almost ashamed of it but there was also a guitar pick that she touched.

“Uh, just one second, Cobain, let me do something real quick.” Eddie ripped open the backseat of his car and swept all his stolen shit to the corner and quickly stood tall.

She was glancing at the window and he circled around the car. Opening the passenger seat. “Here you go,” Eddie knew he needed to dial it back as she ducked her pink head down and climbed into the car.

“Pull it together, Munson.” He whispered to himself before getting in on his side.

Eddie automatically went to press the power button for music before he stopped. No, he wanted to talk to her. Not listen-

“Hey, uh, Eddie, it’s okay if you wanna play music. We don’t have to talk-“

“No, no, no,no, it’s not everyday I get to take home my favorite Sammy Bear.” He winced a little. Okay, calm down. It’s not the first time he had taken her home but he rarely ever had her alone.

He started cruising down the streets of Hawkins, hyper aware of every move she made in the seat and the rumble of their casual conversation. Every move she made was fucking hot. The way her legs were slightly parted and she tapped her fingers on her thighs. Eddie wanted to just ask her out. Like a normal person. But she was out of his league. By a lot.

He was just some freak who manage to finally graduate and decent enough grades to pass enough to get into college. Eddie was proud, it was more than his dad ever said he was capable of. But he was a bit older than the rest and he didn’t have as nice of a car and he had to live in a dorm. And work part time at a body shop. Eddie gritted at the thought but he wasn’t like fucking King Steve who had everything handed to him.

Cobain was an English student. An honor student who tutored, volunteered, led the book club and even helped the music classes when they had to go to the auditorium. The short girl would help them with equipment. She wasn’t from the trailer park and she would never look at him that way-

“I’m so nervous about all these killings, Eddie. I mean…I know Chrissy was like-“

“A bitch?” Eddie finished, glancing at her and his pants tightened at the new attention she was giving him.

“Eh, yeah. But I’m just worried about what’s gonna happen. Steve’s throwing that party but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to go.” Cobain twirled the end of one of her curls.

“You’re gonna sit this one out?” He asked.

“No, Bunny really wants to go and I do too. I’m just scared that’s all. God, I’m really rambling aren’t I?”

“It’s fine! P-please keep rambling!” Eddie cleared his throat. He was getting closer to her house. “I’m glad you asked me for a ride, I feel like we don’t really get to talk that much. Which, of course we’re in different classes, but you’re so cool-“

“No, I’m glad you could. I like being around you.” Eddie almost stopped steering. She said what? He was so dirty. All those times…he rushed home, holding one of those fucking pens in his hand and jerked off so hard it hurt. Spilling all over it. Which brought him to the second reality. The other time he had been at her house, he pretended he needed to go to the bathroom and snuck into her room.

He didn’t have time to admire it-he couldn’t even tell you what color her bedding was but he was digging in her drawers like a madman and he pocketed a pair of black panties and a pink bra was inside his shirt when he rushed back downstairs.

And he had to drive normally in her driveway. But he couldn’t get over what she said. Cobain…liked being around him? “

“Hey Eddie, I know this may be a weird question, but I’m dying to know. Do you have any music recs? I need something new to get me through studying. Mr. Hopper is killing me with all the essays-do you mind if you text me your Spotify?”

Eddie’s heart stopped. “Uh-absolutely! Here!” He too quickly snatched her extended phone with the skull phone case and dialed his number. He was going to pass out. His fingers were over her phone, something she touched constantly.

He handed it back, brushing against her warm digits.

“Thanks so much, Eddie. I hope I won’t annoy you with updates on my opinions.” Cobain smiled.

“You could never annoy me, Cobain. Besides, any opportunity I have to branch you out, it’s my pleasure.”

She got out the car then, waving goodbye and Eddie like a dumbass hesitated too long and returned the gesture when she turned her back.

Eddie couldn’t get home faster, he probably slammed his breaks way too hard as he raced into his dorm. He pried his jeans off, boxers not even halfway down his thighs before he crashed down on his mattress. His hand still felt tingly from touching hers as he started stroking his precum leaking cock with that hand.

His hard dick twitched as he thought about how it would have felt like to pound her into a crying mess against the seat. Cover the seats in cum and mark her as his. All he fucking want was her. His little Cobain.

Giving her his number? Asking for music recommendations? His knuckles were growing wetter, his forehead dampening as he grew closer. He couldn’t even last as he thought about pulling her pretty pink hair.

“Fuck-“ His core released a flood over his hand, sheets and his barely removed boxers. He panted heavily as he pulled his hand away from his dick.

Eddie imagined it was her not his own palm. Hers were smaller than his but they would be like heaven on his cock.

He sloppily cleaned himself with the fabric of his boxers when his cellphone pinged. Eddie nearly dropped his device as he quickly unlocked to see if Cobain was calling him already.

But it was an unknown number.

He hesitated but figured it may be a student who got his number from his professor.

“Hello?” He still sounded out of breath.

“Hellooo, Edward.” What the fuck? Eddie shot up from laying down. The voice was altered and male. Well…it was just weird.

“Uh, yeah? Who’s this?”

“Me? I’m just a passerby. Someone who’s interested in watching people. Do you like watching people, Eddie?” Oh Jesus H Christ.

“Oh my fucking god. Are you the killer? Fuck no.” He hung up. Eddie scrambled to get his pants, when his phone rang. Again. And again.

He grabbed his phone, slamming it to his ear. “WHAT?”

“Don’t you fucking hang up on me again, you fucking perv. Or I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?” He choked on his spit.

“W-who-“

“Aw, Eddie. What’s wrong? Are you surprised I know your dirty little secret? You shouldn’t be. I mean-its a little…stalker much isn’t it?”

“Me? A stalker? You’re the one going around killing people, you piece of shit.” Eddie grit out, shoving around his clothing and other things to make sure there weren’t any cameras.

“Hey, don’t tell me you’re not glad those people are gone, Eddie. If they weren’t, your little girlfriend wouldn’t have…taken a ride.” He stopped short. Gripping his phone tighter.

“If you hurt her-I swear I’m going-“

“How sweet. Willing to fight for a girl you’re too scared to ask out. Mmm, Eddie. Maybe someone else will do it for you and you can take action.”

“Like what?! Kill someone?”

“It’s just good old fashioned revenge.”

The killer hung up and Eddie shuddered. What the fuck was that? Who the fuck is this killer? And how did they know all of this?

“I can’t believe he called you.” Cobain whispered as he walked with her after class. “Are you okay? He threatened you.” She wrapped her hand around his sweatshirt covered bicep.

Eddie sucked in a breath as he recalled the way he came from just the touch of her hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little freaked out is all. He’s not gonna fucking do anything.”

“Do you know anyone else who’s gotten a call?” She held onto him still as they strolled outside. No doubt going to part ways.

It was on the tip of his tongue to see if she would let him take her tonight. But she always went with Bunny.

“Yeah. Jonathan did. Threatening and everything.” Eddie grit between his teeth. “He hasn’t called you or anything yet right?”

She didn’t answer and he swung around. Hands finding her shoulders. Her big eyes were glassy. Pink curls falling across her forehead. Eddie pushed them away with his fingers. “Cobain. Did he call you?”

She audibly swallowed and pulled out her phone. “He didn’t call me. But he’s been…texting me. At least I think it’s him.” He snatched her phone, panic and anger rising.

He scowled at the disgusting messages.

“I’ll slit that slutty neck of yours.”

“You stop talking to me and I’ll kill everyone you love. And then finish you off.”

“Maybe if I chop off those hands of yours you’ll-“ Eddie stopped short at reading out loud when Cobain realized the rest of that sentence. She took her phone back quickly.

Eddie knew it was such bad timing. The rest of the text talked about how she made herself cum. Yesterday. He imagined her small fingers circling her swollen clit before creamy wetness dripped out of her sweet pussy. If he wasn’t with her right now he would go to her bedroom and steal another pair of panties. But then he snapped out of it. She was scared.

“It’s so awful, Eddie. What if he hurts me?” Tears pricked her eyes and he took a risk and hugged her. Resting his head on hers. His hand rubbed her back, feeling the fabric of her black sweater.

“I’d never let anyone hurt you, Cobain. You know that? Maybe you-shouldn’t be alone? I can take you home again?” He was itching to confess.

“Oh, Eddie. You’re so sweet to me.” She pulled back, eyeliner slightly smudged. “but Bunny and I are always together. But…maybe we can hang out at the party? I mean besides. Tonight I have to tell you what I thought about music.”

Oh god he was going to pass out. Right there on the side walk. “Are you-do you want to-“

“I don’t wanna move too fast. I think I’m still a little traumatized by the high school incident.” She chuckled.

Eddie was almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. This was almost a date. Almost. But. “High school incident?”

Sammy shrugged. “It’s a crazy story.”

Eddie nudged her with his boot against her converse shoe.

“I like crazy stories.”

She sighed and shifted on her feet. He loved her green trap pants as she fidgeted with the pockets. “Chrissy and I used to be-I guess enemies? For some reason she made my life hell. She made fun of how I dressed, my grades and she wouldn’t leave me alone. Well, finally I told her off when she dumped her lunch on me. And to get me back-“ She clenched her jaw. “She told everyone that her boyfriend cheated on her. With me.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. How did he not know this? He wasn’t surprised though. Cobain hated drama and confrontation. He felt even more protective of her. “Hey. It’s okay. If you want to take time-just hang out more then I’m more than okay with that, Cobain. But I really like you. And I have for a while. I just didn’t want to make you feel-weird.”

Cobain leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. He saw stars and stopped breathing from her soft lips. He wanted to kiss her but both of their phones buzzed loudly. Like an alarm.

He pulled out his phone.

“Attention students. Classes will be suspended until further notice due to lasts nights crime. Please be aware of any updates. Stay safe and stay with others.”

Another murder? He frowned. No one heard anything. “Someone else was killed.”

Cobain shivered and apparently read the news article. She gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. “Oh god…Eddie. It’s Nancy.” She whispered. “She was-brutally killed. Stabbed so many times. Just like Chrissy. And they-they have a name for this guy.” She looked up. “They’re calling him Ghostface.”

“Of course. Giving this son of a bitch some title. Like he’s famous. Maybe the party-maybe Steve will cancel.”

“I doubt it. As if he stop one of his parties. And besides. Everyone being together in one place is a good idea. I have to go find Bunny. I know she’s probably so scared.”

“Okay, yeah. Of course. I’ll see you tonight, Cobain.” Cobain gave him a smile before she sped walked ahead.

Eddie exhaled. A whirlwind happened. Murder. A almost date. And now…what?

Steve knew how to throw parties, one of is common bragging points as Eddie pulled into an open space on the street across the house. Music blared from inside and it was some hip hop playlist that he dreaded listening to. But really he was going for Cobain. He searched for any sign of her car or bunny’s. Jonathan was here already.

Eddie closed his car door with hip as he walked up to the door holding two cases of beer and he waited for someone to open the door. The man of the hour swung it open, Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “My man. Join us. Fucking perfect, you brought more booze.” He was already slightly slurring.

Eddie forced himself to do an attempted smile as Steve snatched the cases and marched into the kitchen. “Who wants more?” Cheers sounded from the too crowded house.

He didn’t give a fuck about that, right now he needed to find her. Eddie wore a nirvana shirt and his dark jeans. He wanted to show up in something only they understood. Eddie walked into the living room, no sign of her either.

“Hey! Eddie! Come join us!” He turned to see Robin and Marina sitting on the couch. Her girlfriend sitting on her lap. “We’re having a really important discussion. Oh hey, Sammy!”

He whipped around, his boots clinging to the carpet and he almost fell like a fucking idiot.

Cobain was wearing a three quarter sleeve dark brown oversized sweater. Showing off her rose wrist tattoo, thorn thumb tattoo and her matching butterflies with Bunny. Her legs were covered with ripped tights and her converse. He walked over to her and smiled. She did too. He slightly narrowed his eyes at a small red spot on the corner of her makeup covered eye. But he quickly forgot.

“Hey, Cobain, can-I get you-I mean can I get you a beer?” He cleared his throat to try and cover up his stuttering but she was so pretty.

“Yeah, I’d love that thank you.” She winked. “I’m gonna sit over there, I’ll save you a spot.” He blinked a few times at her slightly bolder voice.

“Uh yeah. That would be good.” She raised up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Eddie’s eyes widened as she brushed past him as she made her way to the couch. He assumed Jonathan was with bunny as he sped walked to the couch. Wanting to get back to his girl.

But he saw Bunny whispering in Steve’s ear. Steve was smirking as she twirled her hair. Eddie frowned. But he minded his business as he got two bottles and came back to where the group was. Cobain was sitting on a loveseat and padded a place next to her. He probably walked too quickly and almost dropped the glass bottles and he clumsily plopped next to her. Their legs pressed close together.

He decided to try and be bold with his hand but she beat him to it. Her palm brushed against his knee. She looked at him with her doe eyes and long lashes. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah of course. I-I like it.” He was so excited as he twisted the caps off. “For you, Cobain.”

“Okay, okay enough of the lovey dovey shit!” Robin interrupted and stood up. “Except for you, Cherry.” She dipped down to kiss Marinas lips before shooting up and frantically waving around her half empty beer. “Listen. If we’re gonna survive this spree of this psycho. We need to understand the rules.”

“Rules? At a party?” Steve proudly puffed his chest as he stepped in the living room. “That’s the last thing on my mind, Robs.” She scoffed and flipped him off.

“Yes rules, Dingus. The first one, you can NEVER have sex!” Everyone booed and laughed. Cobain and Eddie glanced at each other, and she squeezed his knee tighter. He set his ring covered palm on top of hers and traced the tattoo with his thumb.

“I think you’re a little late for that,” Steve smirked.

“Number two! You can never drink or do drugs!” Then everyone laughed harder, including Eddie himself as he raised his beer and remembered the weed kept in an extremely secret stash in his car.

Cobain started chugging her drink and Eddie started flushing. Something was different about her tonight. His shy little Cobain was getting out of her shell and he wanted to fucking kiss her so badly. Her throat gulped and he wanted to suck on her skin. Leave marks of his territory. If they weren’t in front of people-

She started to rise, her hand running against a strand of his messy waves. He opened his mouth to protest but Robin continued.

“And third! Never, ever under any circumstances say I’ll be right back. Because you won’t be back.”

Cobain turned at the edge of the door leading to the garage, “I’m getting another beer, you want one?”

Robin absentmindedly nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Cobain stuck out her arms, “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!”

Eddie burst out laughing as Robin gasped. But a part of him sunk because he felt like she kept disappearing. But he wasn’t going to pout. He was going to wait for her. Like he promised himself he would. He glanced down after feeling his phone buzz. He sighed, hoping it wasn’t his uncle needing something. But he choked when he saw an unknown number.

“Looks like you’re going to break a rule, perverted little bitch.”

It was almost too easy as Sammy silently slipped on the gown and met her best friend in the garage. She smirked as she hid in the corner of behind the door. Bunny was in her robe, after leaving a shit scared Steve locked in the bedroom. Forbidding him to scream. Jason was coming; one of the men who bullied them. Tormented Sammy. He would pay the price. Revenge was very sweet.

The door opened, and they nodded at each other. Signaling the start of their conquest.

Jason was rummaging through the fridge, getting an arm full of beers wearing his jersey he refused to part with. His sneakers squeaked as he turned around. But Bunny was standing in front of the door.

“Shit, Jesus. That’s not fucking funny, Steve.” Jason snarled. Trying to move past but she grabbed his arm. Tightly.

“Oh? You wanna be like the psycho killer out there? Some little copy cat? You’re too small to be Harrington…I bet your Robins little girlfriend.” Bunny pulled out her hunting knife, and held it up. Waving it back and forth.

“You want me to be your helpless victim? Please, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. I really want to fuck a little Bunny.”

Then she shoved him and Sammy ran out of her hiding place and locked her arm around Jason’s neck. He flailed and he was strong. Really strong but they both practiced enough time to overpower men. “Kill this motherfucker.” Sammy growled.

They both slammed their knives on either side of his neck. He sank as they yanked out their blades, took their sleeves and wiped the knife.

“Another one down.” Bunny kicked off her costume, kicking it in the corner and Sammy decided to leave hers on. Give Eddie a little scare.

“Fuck, that one was fun. He didn’t even have a chance. But we gotta go, I’m sure those little pervs are waiting for us.”

Bunny went back up the stairs, putting back her soft act and exited the garage. Sammy opened the metal door and snuck outside. But she wasn’t alone when one of the guests started to scream. She let out an exhale before she started chasing after them.

Her past with track paid off as she lodged the knife into guys shoulder before ripping it out. She didn’t want to kill him, she wanted to cause chaos.

Sammy stopped as he started screaming inside the house, yelling that Ghostface was outside. She heard more yelling, and she quickly ducked behind a bush. She pulled off one glove and called Eddie.

“Cobain, Jesus Christ, where are you? That fucking Ghostface is here!”

“I’m so scared, Eddie! I was in the garage and I saw Jason was dead!”

“Is that where you are? I’ll find you,” Eddie voice was almost muffled by the crowd.

“I can sneak past the side door, and meet me upstairs.” She hung up and got back inside the house.

It was nearly empty as she saw Eddie holding his phone to his ear in the kitchen. His eyes widened and he took off. Sammy almost cackled as she followed him, knife raised as she chased him up the stairs, she had memorized the house enough to know a guest room was to their right as he shoved open the door.

She managed to reach him and grab his hair, fingers locking around his curls and she turned him around quickly, pushing him against the wall, blade pointed to his neck.

“Who the fuck are you?” Eddie was squirming and likely trying to think of a way to get around her.

Sammy started then laughing. “Oh, Eddie.” His face immediately paled and he went slack.

“C-Cobain?” His eyes were wide as she slowly pulled off her mask, blood still damp on her gloves as she continued smiling at him.

“Surpriseeee, Eddie.”

“No, no, this isn’t possible. This has to be some fucked up joke. You’d never hurt-“ Sammy held the knife to his neck, causing him to gasp. His pale skin flushing.

“Oh, I don’t think so. Eddie, you’re so hot when you’re scared, pretty boy.”

“You’ve killed people, this is crazy! What- why did you do it?” Eddie was trying to regain his voice but his movements stalled when she pressed a little harder, her other arm reached up to settle on the side of his head.

“You want a motive? Is that it? Who says I have one?” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Maybe it was just fun…”

“No, it can’t be that. There has to be a reason.”

“Maybe all those fucking shitty people had it coming. They all deserved it. Every. Single. One. We just got revenge. What everyone is too scared to do.” Sammy started nodding her head. “Is that motive enough for you?”

She looked down at his pants, he was hard. “Dirty boy, you like this. Being under my mercy, don’t you? Just like when you take my stuff. Cum around it.” His brown eyes widened. “Oh yeah, I know all about it. Maybe I left it out for that exact reason.”

She slid her free hand down his chest, he shivered as her blood stained glove left a trail. “You like this…you want it, don't you?”

“I can’t- it’s not right-“ She smacked his dick with the knife. Enough pressure to get his attention but it wouldn’t hurt. She pulled the glove off.

“Don’t lie to me, it’s pathetic.” She whispered and leaned in closer, hovering over his mouth. “Hmm? You gonna make me do all the work?”

Eddie lost control when he smashed his lips to hers, apparently losing all morals as they were nothing but teeth and tongues devouring each other. His hands locked around her hips as she ground them against his dick.

Sammy then grabbed his neck and turned him. She landed on top of him on the perfectly made bed as she slit the knife through the material of his shirt, exposing his fit torso. He moaned as she traced his stomach then v line with the tip of the blade. It glimmered underneath the poor lighting.

“Dirty slut, you want me to ride you? You want to make me cum? I think you’ve earned it.”

“Fuck, please. Please, fuck me. I need you,” She cut him off by kissing him with bruising force and bit his lower lip. He opened his mouth and she took the opportunity to spit inside as she started slightly bouncing. Still with their clothes on.

Sammy started sucking his neck, leaving purple marks before moving down his chest. Making her way down his hips above his jeans. She tossed the knife on the floor as she pulled off his pants and boxers.

His cock slapped against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. “Is this all for me?” She smeared it with her thumb as he rapidly nodded.

“Yeah, I need it-“

Sammy wasted no time getting on her knees on the floor, her own pussy soaking through her panties as she wrapped her lips around the swollen tip of his dick. Eddie moaned louder, an almost animalistic sound from his chest as his hand flew to her pink hair.

Her tongue messily lapped the sides of his cock before she massaged his balls and returned to sucking. She breathed through her nose as she bobbed her head. Her mouth was growing wetter as he grew close. He was going to cum already. Sammy gagged as he thrusted into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

He spilled into her mouth and she pulled back, wiping her chin as she crawled on top of him again. Straddling his naked hips. Eddie was panting as he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her again.

His breathing was pornographic as Sammy shimmied out of her shorts and tights, she wasn’t wearing underwear as her cunt clenched around nothing. “You want me to fuck you?” She baited him against his lips.

“God, yes. Ride me, I’m begging you.” He was almost on the brink of tears as she guided his cock to her pussy and sank down.

She was stretched and then filled up as she groaned. Her hands on his shoulders as she started bouncing. Eddie’s palm went around her throat and she allowed him. Poor pretty boy needed something to brag about. The headboard slammed against the wall and she was growing close. The adrenaline of killing and fucking Eddie Munson was enough to make her cum. His thumb rubbed her clit, speeding up the climax.

It hit her like lighting and she shuddered, her forehead pressed against his. Sweat dampening her skin. She began to move again, knowing he didn’t cum the second time but he stilled her.

“No, I can- I can wait. That was about you.” He whispered.

She gave him a smirk and then grabbed his jaw, her post orgasm trembling making it sloppy. “Good. Because now, I’m going to make you scream for me.”

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Extremely insane question but A. how would healthy BDSM help Otto? and B. are there any other characters who would benefit immensely from healthy BDSM?????

OH ANON..... YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE UNLEASHED IVE BEEN HOLDING ONTO THESE UNHINGED HCS/IDEAS FOR A WHILE. IVE BEEN HOLDING BACK. NOW I WILL NO MORE. THANK YOU FOR ASKING. the following image is just like me fr!!

anyway to people who dont know wtf this post is referring to i um reblogged this post and put this in the tags in response:

me when i write/analyze otto rezero….. its true though. it helps think about a characters wants and needs and desires#i also think he could be fixed if he just engaged in healthy bdsm instead of his deranged borderline bdsm#i genuinely dont think he can have a romantic relationship if it didnt involve a bit of pain in it#hes just like that fr 👍

and ok i was half-joking but im also dead serious about this. let me explain before any of you go "are you going insane" bc the answer is yes. let me cook. i prommys im a genius.

A. How would healthy BDSM help Otto?

the thing with otto is that his sense of relationships is a bit skewed. and you may be going "okay but isnt that like almost everyone in the rezero cast" which is true, but otto's got his own flavor of interpersonal issues.

he spends 20 years of his life having zero human friends. half of that time he spent being constantly overwhelmed by his dp so he was already behind all his peers. so he had to play catch up with socialization only to realize the Hard Way (by embarrassing himself in social situations bc he had no clue what he was doing). apart from that, his main sources of socialization was his family (with merchant parents who TAUGHT HIM HOW TO BE CONNIVING AND MANIPULATIVE), various animals (and lets be real does the animal kingdom have squeaky clean morals either????? and also like ottos a human ofc his socialization is gonna be a bit incomplete from this anyway sLJDSLFJSD), and also being bullied and ostracized multiple times. naturally this means ottos gotten zero friends for many years and he decided to be independent to compensate.

so. to put it bluntly, otto has basically spent his entire life getting humiliated. hes literally the butt monkey for literally everything to the point where everyone in the story, including him, calls it him having "bad luck". he also doesnt like the idea of being pushed around by fate bc thats basically Been His Whole Life.

(more under the cut)

he has two confirmed childhood crushes in canon and one of them is a white cat - which is embarrassing enough, but in little kid otto's defense the only socialization outside of his family he's getting is his family and his dp makes it so he talks to animals like theyre other people. the anime does show otto interacting with cats, but theres these two particular cats that stand out and iirc the most likely possibility is that the cat otto had a crush on was this white cat. and she looks suspiciously like emilia (white cat?? with purple eyes??) and then she runs off with a cat that looks suspiciously like subaru (dark colored cat with brown ish eyes iirc??? but it looked like subaru ok im not joking T^T). and then otto was rejected by this cat in front of his little brother. and dont forget the Other Mishaps ottos had throughout his life includes:

brief moment in ottos arc 4 named chapter where he gets slapped by a (human) girl he had a crush on. poor guy

accidentally summoning a whole bug swarm on his whole hometown bc his little brother begged him to use his dp to look cool (they did not look cool)

starting beef with a rich girl who has the hots for his older brother bc her seventh boyfriend unfairly beat him up, proceeds to get exiled at like 16 bc of assassins she sent after him

anyway yeah so. zero human friends + only animal friends + taught by his parents to gaslight gatekeep girlboss + relentlessly bullied by life + forced to be independent via exile and assassins = otto decides that he is allllll good alone for now traveling around being a merchant with his trusty ground dragon frufoo as his only company. people have only been trouble for him!! life has been trouble!! so he shrugs and goes welpppp time to focus on my career idc about anyone else and i dont really need friends rn <3 hes like ambivalent on it ykno? why should he care - he's superrrr independent and doesnt Need anyone!! besides who would care for me anyway lmao?

and looooong story short, ottos motto is that hes like simultaneously intense yet avoidant about any connections, no matter how fleeting it is, that he makes with other people. marones a good example - shes a girl he met bc they were nearly sold into slavery together by bandits, and ottos. you know. a gaslight gatekeep girlboss who looks out for himself and only people he cares about. except he Would feel bad leaving her behind so hes like .............yeah ok ill save her. and so he does!! then he pulls the asshole move of pretending to be a little more of an asshole than he actually is via giving her his own money but telling her that its "bounty money" (this is his own money) from the bandits that "ran off a cliff on accident lol" (ottos plan killed them and he doesnt really care about that). then otto proceeds to not tell marone his name then he goes to fuck off again.

BUT THEN OTTO MEETS SUBARU and the thing with otto is that when he falls hard, he falls Hard. hes got an addictive personality. hes a workaholic, an alcoholic, he gets obsessed with playing servitude for people he cares about, which is what happens with otto after he meets subaru and promptly feels bad enough about trying to kill subaru that he dies going back for him (the failed white whale loop). and then he sleeps next to subaru in sanctuary. follows subaru around all the time. writes about subaru in his diary. wrote a suicide note just in case he died for subaru. is perfectly fine sacrificing his safety for subaru within days of meeting subaru.

AND SUBARU ADDED TO THIS DYNAMIC by dragging otto in by including him all the time, caressing and hugging otto, calling otto his toy (yes this is an actual quote that happens in arc 4 wn), hiring otto without his consent, teasing otto allll the time, including calling otto gay for roswaal (yes this is an actual quote too), and ottos response to it?? hes FLUSTERED. AND THEN OTTO DOUBLES DOWN AND GOES YEAH OK I DO THINGS FOR SUBARU NOW. BC HES MY FRIEND. I JUST DO THINGS FOR HIM WITHOUT EVEN TELLING HIM. ILL WORK MYSELF SOOO HARD. ID BE SO HAPPY TO DIE FOR HIM EVEN. and proceeds to metaphorically bow his head in servitude to subaru and later emilia by working himself to the bone for them. like. like subaru is ottos BOSS okay if this was modern day, itd be like subaru is some upstart ceo that otto got forcibly hired by but then all otto did was blush and go "i-it's not like i like you or anything but we're FRIENDS NOW. youre my friend. BUT ID STILL LEAVE YOU THE MOMENT THIS COMPANY FAILS OKAY ITS NOTHING PERSONAL" and proceeds to like clean up corpses for this guy on the down low. and ottos so down bad that everyone around him is going "youre literally like subarus accessory" (this is also a real quote said by ram. not in those exact words but the "subaru's accessory" part is still highlighted in canon bc ottos just deranged like that).

so otto, the butt monkey of life, turns into being some guy's LITERAL BOYTOY in the span of less than four days and gets put in a role where he's said guy's employee whos playing a support position where he gets to pull strings from backstage????? you know what thats like??? you know what that sounds like?? its like ottos metaphorically subservient but dominant at the same time. hes ALWAYS in submissive roles but hes really TRYING to be in charge half the time. hes like trying to make himself look like slightly more of an asshole bc it feels like hes afraid to be found out - afraid to be known, bc then that means hes just showing his whole ass soul bc hes trying to be nice and what if he does that and people dont like him anymore like how it was when he was little and genuinely tried to be nice??? no can do. no no no, if he says "im onlyyy doing this bc i ALSO benefit from this, we got a deal going you know? im a businessman through and through" than that ISNT being too vulnerable. thats called being smart (otto is terrible at intimacy). so hes either gotta look like a bit of an asshole or hes gotta look innocent bc he has Plans and hes Clearly In Charge here (he says, being a control freak that cant control anything).

"suffaru tumblr can we move onto the bdsm, i think im starting the see the point" yes ok so why is ottos first reaction to seeing his new buddy pal subaru having a mental breakdown in the forest punching him and beating him up. why is ottos first reaction to go "take a deeeeep breath.... (yes thisll calm subaru down so i can punch him and slap him around a little bit after bc im SUPER MAD AT HIM FOR NOT VALUING HIMSELF". yeah bc ottos got this self righteous anger whenever subarus trying to get himself hurt so than otto gets Physical about it. it like explodes out of him, he has to like yell in subarus face to get all his points across.

and dont get me wrong, subarus stubborn af and probs needed a little yelling, but it sets a precedent okay. subaru (lightheartedly) punches otto back later as payback for this. they got like a push and pull in their relationship - subaru drags otto along, otto punches to switch their roles so he can drag subaru along too, etc etc. they enable each other with the sacrificial shit. but then arc 8 comes along and otto gets 1. mad that his friends arent doing the questionable shit he wants to do 2. he still proceeds to do what They want to do, bc its back to subservience again, 3. he gets mad at julius for butting into what he sees as HIS territory (subaru and emilia camp) basically. like he gets territorial like a dog ok. and then 4. otto gets SO mad about emijulisuba being Like That (read: Good People That Arent Bitter and Cynical and Amoral At Worse Like Him) that otto punches a wall thinking about julius. bc honestly i think hes mad like a territorial dog and hes mad julius not only ones up him in power, status, composure, goodness, etc etc but also julius EFFORTLESSLY fits in with emisuba while ottos ykno just the lackey. the lame little sidekick. the side hoe. the accessory no one needs right now.

anyway what otto really craves is control over his life. control over his friends so he can do what he wants for “their own good”. control over himself bc hes a Very conniving little guy except his emotions explode out of him at random points and it makes him reckless so then it makes him. Less Intelligent bc he doesnt have a hold of himself no matter how much he tries to. bc he overcompensates in all his interpersonal relationships by trying to play support!!! all the time!! but hes high strung and keyed up, what he really needs is to relax too and like. loosen his grip on the reins also bc hes holding onto that shit so hard hes gonna break his hands. theres a bit of violence in his closest relationships in the sense that he 1. has no problem stooping Low if its for the “best” (ie being a little mansplain manipulate malewife) and 2. will be maaaybe a little fake bc he wants to be close, he wants to declare himself as a friend bc thats what he IS, but he cant get any closer than that bc eewww why would i. thats too much. and 3. otto gets violent over subaru.

so ottos a real masochist with literally all of relationships bc it goes back to him being bullied as a kid, teased relentlessly by everyone around him, takes his jobs Way Too Seriously, then he goes off the deep end with it trying to do things for his friends only to end up debasing himself (see: getting his legs sliced open in arc 5 as a consequence of bringing that damn tome into the city) (see: all of arc 8).

anyway i think in actuality otto would rather die than admit he wants to be dominated by some guy (probably subaru) (lets be real he probably daydreams about subaru). bc otto feels the need to simultaneously grovel like a dog but also be in complete control of the leash. and also hes kinda craving attention via Being Needed. you gotta like try to spin that desire to be used like a squish toy into something healthier HAH. maybe if he just had an outlet to get the aggression out that Wasnt being a workaholic alcoholic obsessed with his friends, MAYBE he could be fixed a little. like ottos a bratty (nonsexual) (…….unless.) little guy, just ruthlessly call out his flaws, slap him around, praise him for the hard work he actually Does Do, etc etc he’d love that shit. he’d rather die than admit it but maybe after he gets some much needed dopamine he’ll be a little less of an asshole KANDND. and also he could probably be fixed a little if you gave him a boxing bag to punch in his free time too.

yeah so otto i think has a bit of a complex over being the weiiiiird power bottom so like. let him be half in control but then beat him up a bit. metaphorically or literally. consensually of course. maybe itll help a bit 👍 wrangle his control issues LMAO 😭😭 im a little too asexual for the sexual side of this convo but i am very sure ottos a freak in the streets and a freak in the sheets he just wouldnt ever admit it. the guy HAS to learn to be more vulnerable ok he was doing not too bad after arc 4 (he gets a “you tried!!” star) and then it alllll got worse from there. i am very sure he’d be into degradation given how much he keeps getting actually degraded so like. gotta spin that into something better than what hes doing now wkdndnd. otherwise he would probably get off from being an asshole.

but yes otto in all seriousness needs to learn to Let Go. but hes too used to The Worst so you gotta coax him out of there like hes a feral cat. you gotta like wean him off of violence / give a better outlet. get bdsmed otto 🫵🫵

B. Are there any other characters who would benefit immensely from healthy BDSM?

reinhard. 🙏 also maaaaybe emilia once she learns what sex is. in general she should do exploration if she wants to engage in sex, exploration of what she would enjoy if so, etc etc. she should get all the time in the world to figure it out on her own terms 👍 also she’d wanna make her partner feel good. i dont like the idea that she stays “innocent” and “pure” forever or whatever. she should get room to explore. girls curious and eager to learn new stuff, she mightt just want to do that.

reinhard bc hes used to being op af ok and he wants to be normal sooooooo bad. dominate this man RIGHT NOW he’d beg for it if it meant getting the fun experience of being normal for like five minutes. i think he’d want to know what being weak in that way feels like!!!!!!! he could be ordered without being ordered (derogatory) like how the kingdom orders him around!!! he wants to be normal!!!!! screw the dp of bedroom wiles!!! he’d be relieved being a little cringe bc WOAGH THIS MEANS IM HUMAN!! do you understand my vision. he can let go a bit (hes repressed).

also i think julius should be allowed to go feral.

and also arc 3 rem is horny af she’d probs super kinky sometimes. when she feels like it. nice healthy bdsm would be fun for her. its like her enrichment. her bread and butter. i feel like sloth if remsuba were definitely doing it. and also ig subaru benefits from being a little kinky bc its um. probs a healthier spin off of like the way almost all his relationships are based on getting maimed by AU versions of his now friends. oops.

anyway thats all the thoughts i had atm i might have more later👍 hope that answers ur questions anon :)

[kerubimcrepin]

Live-read: The Wheel of Destiny #8, Kerubim.

You can find this article on the Dofus MMO's site, by simply googling it.

A bit of context: this is an article, from the series called "Wheel of Destiny," which focuses on small character studies of various ecaflip characters from the World of Twelve. I won't be doing all of them, just the ones that interest me.

It is my decision to start with this in particular, because of the relatively small size of the article, to test out this... reading liveblogs thing. I hope it goes well, and isn't too boring.

I hate Eca so much it's unreal, just so you know.

To make it more obvious which parts are me, and which parts are the article, while you're skimming the post, I turned on my computer's night mode for making screenshots.

...My sincerest apologies to tumblr's dark mode users, though. I'm sure this is a nightmare for you.

And this is what I was talking about in the previous posts, where I said that, canonically, Kerubim's friendship with Bashi started before the Quest of Two Mornings in Episode 3, Strich Hunt.

Very sad to disappoint, but there does not actually seem to be a Croc Ness monster in the Dofus MMO.

Yet another confirmation of the temple being situated in Amakna. (Besides my own geographical estimations while watching the show, and it literally being there in the Dofus MMO.)

It's a long ass way between the temple, and the swamp, but it is realistically doable for two kids, especially if they have a carriage. (Which Kerubim, being the guy responsible for feeding Ecaflip, does have access too.)

"Five-Cat Monte" is a reference to "Three-Card Monte" which is a real thing.

Glad to know Bashi is also very normal and sane as a kid. Also, very glad that older kids, who give lessons, react to things like this by essentially going "Sure, go die I guess."

God, they are so fucking stupid. Anyway, they are talking about some real landmarks here, all of which are also around Amakna, and seem to be pretty accurate to the in-game geography.

...It feels nice to be right.

...I suppose that, despite its faults, the orphan temple actually gives a shit about its disciples not dying. Color me surprised? Eh, I'm mostly joking. It would be very weird if they didn't.

I will spoil things ahead for you: Ecaflip used magic to make Kerubim look like Atcham.

Bashi's reaction to Atcham being "AAAAH NOT THAT FUCKING CREEPY KID AGAIN 😨". The way he pretty much says, "a ghost?? NO. SOMETHING SCARIER. YOUR WEIRD FUCKING BROTHER."

It all implies., So much. It implies so much. I'm still not over it.

Pictured: my vision of how Bashi reacted to Atcham, when Kerubim (against his will, unwillingly, and deeply embarrassed) was forced to introduce them to one another.

I like to think that before they began to hate one another, Kerubim's relationship with Atcham was similar to what he had with Patafiks. Except instead of copying him, Atcham would, idk. Threaten to kill himself if he got any friend other than him? Threaten to kill his friends?

Something insane and jealousy-based like that.

I may be that guy who's very critical of Kerubim, and constantly going "Atcham's sad implied backstory this, Atcham's sad implied backstory that," but you don't get reactions like that by simply being extremely bullied.

You get reactions like that by being That Heavily Bullied Kid With 20 Mental Illnesses Who Attacks People With Sharp Objects.

Pictured: my rough theory of whatever the fuck happened between Kerubim and Atcham in the orphanage.

It is a funny image... that quickly wraps around back to being sad, once you think about little orphan Atcham, who people fucking hate for being a bingus, who has nobody except for his equally-orphaned brother (who doesn't look weird, can actually make friends, and leave him alone, if he wants to. Which he does.) and how at such a young age he got desperate enough to resort to what seems to be violence to protect himself.

Which got him absolutely no help. And also made people look down on him even further.

I think the funniest part of it all is that Atcham as an adult has:

1. The knowledge that hating Kerubim is literally not productive and a weird fucking coping mechanism.

Yet he keeps doing that.

2. A sort of moral compass that's all about protecting and respecting those in the same shit situation as him. (Even if they insult him. He hates that, but he's mature enough to uh.... just shave people against their will about it.)

While Kerubim is like. Still struggling with even saying that he doesn't even hate his brother. Somehow, he's the more emotionally constipated one.

So normal of them.

Anyway,

I think here we can see a bit of the internal growth Kerubim has had, from the time when he was a child, to adulthood.

Joris cannot picture Kerubim being ashamed, or disgusted, by Atcham, despite this article showing him doing exactly that.

It is the reason why I think one of the factors that contributed to Kerubim adopting, and keeping, Joris, was his guilt over whatever Atcham went through, despite how much he likes to say that he doesn't like Atcham.

Joris is different from other kids: small, weird, probably bald. And in any other situation, it's likely he'd develop a complex about it, except his dialogue in the movie specifically implies that Kerubim has put in conscious parenting effort into preventing exactly that.

While it's obvious that Kerubim loves Joris, there are many flaws in his parenting. So him putting a petabyte worth of effort and research into one single aspect of it is... very telling.

Now for a bit of a reach/headcanon: Who's to say that the reason Joris doesn't have many friends, is not Kerubim trying to isolate him from any potential source of shame or trauma? This part, as I've said, is purely speculation/headcanon — but it is an interesting thought.

And Atcham, who was there, and experienced shit like this from Kerubim, is still swayed by Joris's words.

What I think happened between them is that Kerubim, who yearns for societal approval, is afraid of being like Atcham, who is often ostracized and disliked by people for his looks. Besides this, I think Atcham, who was Going Through Horrors, was clingy.

For these reasons, he pushed Atcham away, and it is this betrayal, coupled with Kerubim's advantages in the form of not looking weird and being Ecaflip's favorite, that made Atcham fucking detest him.

What it all means is that Joris isn't necessarily wrong: Kerubim wouldn't hurt Atcham (at least, not unless it's self defense), and what he did was just... trying to save his own skin as kid.

Which isn't exactly malicious.

And I guess Atcham agrees with Joris on Kerubim's incapability of doing harm to him on purpose. Otherwise, he would never be convinced to change his mind.

There is probably a reason for why Kerubim would rather live in a forest, than go back to the temple looking like Atcham. And as I've said, I don't think it's a happy one.

Now think about Atcham doing this his whole life and get sad. Like I just did.

I think that, of all the things, it's most disgusting that whatever happened to Kerubim and Atcham was happening under the watch of Ecaflip, and perhaps even because of him.

I wouldn't put it past him to orchestrate their hatred for each other for fun. Or because he wanted Kerubim all alone, to himself.

I also find it interesting, the way Ecaflip says "once more" here. Implies that it used to be a normal thing for him. I suppose my guesses of Kerubim being disliked by other kids due to Atcham may have some merit.

And god, it makes me so, so sad.

He cares enough to intervene when Kerubim is about to die, which goes against his own rules, but not when it's about his kids' life being fucking awful.

...Maybe Oropo was right.

Do we know if Ecaflip's emotions are even genuine? He is the narrator of this story, after all, and he could be lying. He puts Kerubim in danger many times. Many. Just for fun and his own amusement.

I will take Ecaflip's narration as a straight-forward one, — that he really is feeling these things, but it still reads as manipulation, even if he is doing it for "Kerubim's sake". He's not a good father and never will be one, and these are very cruel lessons.

I will be real, their relationship disgusts me to my heart <3 Amen.

And now we know why Kerubim is... like that. And why his parenting is so overbearingly sweet, controlling, and obsessed with making sure Joris knows he adores him and adores him back.

Perhaps, despite everything, Atcham was the luckier one for not having Ecaflip's "love" the way Kerubim did, but honestly, I feel both of them had it equally shitty.

A true "would you rather sit on an anthill or sit on a cactus" choice.

[ensnapemysenses]

Snape finds readers sketch book is full of paintings and sketches of him some images are cute but others are very dirty

The Sketchbook

Pairing: Severus Snape X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Generally SFW but does have some sexual themes

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 752

Severus’ fingers slowly turn the pages of his partner's sketchbook. He didn’t mean to snoop in their items, it just happened. He knew they were quite talented from the few sketches they had shown him, but his curiosity had finally gotten the better of him.

The sketchbook had fallen open while he was dusting their shared desk. The first sketch was innocent enough and it was very well drawn. Having piqued his curiosity, he was flipping through to view more before he knew it.

The sketches started simple and cute. They focused on nature and animals, a flower, a mountain scene, a drawing of a cat, a dog, and even a frog, and then, the sketches and paintings started to shift to a different muse; himself.

First, it was some drawings of him and his partner that used already existing photos as a reference each done in charcoal; simple but elegant. Then, the drawings began to depict more private matters, things that caused Severus to blush profusely.

The first of this type was a quick ink sketch of Severus’ face twisted and contorted in pure bliss; the face he must make as he reaches his high. The next, a bit more risqué, depicts him fully naked, painted in full color and excruciating detail. The third drawing made him close the book and put it back where he found it out of pure embarrassment. It was another detailed painting, but this one was of you and him making love. Is that really what he looks like while fucking you?

He shakes his head as he replaces the book, taking extra care to put it in exactly the position he found it in. But, he wasn’t meticulous enough because as soon as you stepped into the office and your eyes fell on your desk, you knew something was off.

“Sev!” you call, your head sticking out the doorway and towards the living area where you had left him sitting and reading a newspaper.

“Yes, honey?” he responds.

“Did you clean the office?”

“I did. Is it not up to your standards?”

“No, no it looks great. Um, you didn’t look at my sketchbook did you?”

Severus doesn’t respond but you hear the rattling of the newspaper as he folds it and places it down. A few moments later he slowly walks down the hallway, meeting you in the doorway of the office. His face doesn’t reveal any of his emotions, but you can still read him like a book anyway.

“Severus Snape! You better not lie to me!” you say, a finger to his chest.

Severus tenses and a slight cringe appears on his face. “Honey, I didn’t mean to. I was wiping down the desk, it was dusty, and your sketchbook fell to the floor and it opened. I had no intention of looking at any of your other sketches but it was so good and I was so proud of your hard work. My curiosity got the better of me and I looked at a few more of your pieces of work before replacing them on the desk. Do forgive me, honey. I know how you like your privacy in these matters,” he pleads, grasping your hand in his he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“Just what did you see?” you demand, an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, just some artwork of nature and some animals. It’s very good work dear,” he says, looking at the ground and pulling on the collar of his shirt.

“Are you sure that’s all you saw?

“I - no,” he shakes his head as a sheepish grin appears on his face.

You laugh. “Sev! I was going to give those to you for your birthday! I guess the surprise is ruined now!”

“You - you were? I figured you just didn’t want me to see them for other reasons.”

“Don’t be silly! You are allowed to look at my artwork, you dummy!” you tease, poking him in his side and causing him to jump away to try and avoid you.

“What else do you have in there, then? I only saw a few before my embarrassment got the better of me,” he admits.

“Oh, there’s tons more! As a matter of fact, would you like to pose for one, right now?” you ask seductively.

Severus draws in a sharp breath. “Just what kind of pose do you have in mind?”

“You’ll see!” you smile, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the bedroom.

[wuzhere75]

More goofy idiots; high school musical edition. Also yeah I probably just could have gotten away with Kinkajou (also yes both her and Qibil’s names are misspelled AF in the image I’m not fixing it right now) plus the actual protags but I need to practice for Arc 3 which aparently has like several dozen pseudo-protagonists, which I’m probably going to do in a slightly different style because I like the idea of trying sketchy line art with the procreate brush pen.

Okay now time for the actual headcanons

-I originally was going to give Moon a way different design (her horns where going to be long and curved like ibex horns/crescent moons but I couldn’t get that to work in the sketch; she was going to have a split color design, like one side of her body was going to be light and the other dark like a half moon), but then my brain went “albino=white/pink with red eyes, that’s moon-y because the moon looks white from earth sometimes and blood moons are a thing so red”. I do like the sketch I came up with. I still think I could have gone harder with the wrinkly skin and underbite, since I imagine it those are details frequently found on Nightwings from the volcano.

-I think Moon being a twist villain, or at least an untrustworthy character, would be kind of interesting. Like if she had been the final POV character instead and she’d been kind of this ambiguous, somewhat suspicious guide to the Darkstalker stuff.

-The entire modern Icewing royal family is considered somewhat strange looking by that tribes standards; unusually short horns, typically no fur, and oddly dark and saturated colors. I’m not from a place that gets snowy, white winters that often. More “everything dies back and it gets muddy, foggy, and frosty”, thus Winter’s color palette.

-I have a headcanon that firescales/fireless twin sets are technically identical (Sky being NB), it’s just due to the presences of no/too much fire, their features develop differently. Peril has far richer and saturated colors than Sky, but their actual patterns are identical. Due to her fire, Peril’s feathers never properly grew in (she’s like the sphinx cat equivalent of a Skywing), while Sky by comparison is very floofy. However if you peeled Sky (shaved off their feathers), they would have the exact same body shapes and features as their sister. Also the aforementioned color patterns are based of the American Kestrel.

-I have a couple of old Turtle designs kicking around my Procreate; I originally was going to use one of them (which I might post at some point to embarrass myself), to inspire this one. However, I ended up creating something entirely new. My original design had him as a lot more solid, gross yellow-y shade of green, with no tan underbelly or needle. However I discovered that the underbelly and needle would give him some nice resemblance to his sister Tsunami. Also I was using mata-mata turtles as one of my primary design references and damn those bois got schnoze.

-Turtle also would have been an interesting twist villain. Like if we got faked out like “he’s too suspicious to be the bad guy” and then he just is.

-Funny thing about Qibil; I always mis-remembered Qibils earring as having a black diamond earring rather than an “orange sunstone” one. Perhaps I was confusing his drip with Blister’s. He gets both as a treat. Also the reason why he has the classic fan depiction head sail strandy-thingy because of the scar his mom gave him. The sail behind the scar grew back all delicate and long; he’s let it grow out to see how long it can get.

-The little unneeded spite for the series/fandom I have for some reason built up on Qibil for some reason. Maybe because seemingly the rest of the fandom worships the little guy. I’d probably like him if I actually read the books, but I have developed a stupid re-write of him where he is sort of like the annoying little brother of the Jade Winglet and Jade Moutain as a general who thinks he is hotter shit than he is that nobody dares talk down to for fear of bringing mama Thorn or big sister Sunny down on their asses. He’s tried to flirt with everybody in his winglet and they’ve all pushed him away with some degree of gentleness.

-IDK who was the first fan artist to do magenta-yellow-cyan Kinkajou but it sure as hell works. I have a headcanon that younger Rainwing dragonets tend to have brighter, saturated comfort colors (image the “crayola water marker base pack” color palette). However as Rainwings mature, they tend to “mild” out their comfort colors with more varied hues. Thus, she used to have the neon pink-yellow color palette when she was younger. Also she kind of ended up looking kind of like a lychee or rambutan and I love it.

-I didn’t have too many thoughts on Umber. I mostly just focused on making him look different enough from Clay while still making him look like a possible sibling.

-I thought I was going to put more effort into Carnelians design, but I ended up just yeeting something together based off the real world carnelian stone.

-I know Anenome is described as being pink and blue/white in the books, but where I live we have neat little pink tipped green anemones so that’s her color palette. Also I imagine she wears a lot more jewelry when she’s at home but she just took a few things with her to school.

[kittyt-hexxed]

Write Your Name

Tattoo Artist! Abby Anderson x POC! Reader [Modern AU]

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Warnings: Established Relationship, Tattoo Needle, "Succubus" Womb Tattoo, Sex in Tattoo Shop, Semi-Public Sex, Fingering, Praise, Teasing, Abby calls you a "good girl" and "naughty girl", showing off a tattoo, sexy bikini, pool party, alcohol

Summary: You decide to surprise Abby with your new tattoo idea - a stylized version of her name... that you want to be tattooed over your womb. And, you want her to do it. Afterward, Abby shows you her appreciation for you getting it done.

“You want me to… what?” Abby blinks, her eyes widening as you hold up the paper with your idea on it. You spent ages sketching out your plan, looking up references, and doing your best to make it look beautiful. You’ve always wanted a tattoo like this, and you love Abby’s work so who’s better to tattoo it on you other than your girlfriend? Abby had closed the shop early for today and you had immediately sprung up from your seat in the back to show her your idea. You wanted to catch her before she started putting her things away.

“Tattoo a womb tattoo on me.” You grin mischievously, watching as Abby practically shortcircuits. She glances out into the shop as if she’s embarrassed to answer. Nora is the only person in here, lounging with her feet up on her desk as she scrolls through her phone. She normally did that to make sure there are no cancellations for tomorrow. 

“That’s my name.” Abby points at it, getting a nod from you.

“Yes.” You hum, grinning wider.

“You want to get my name tattooed… over your womb.”

“Yes.” You nod. The image in discussion is heavily stylized after a Succubus’ womb tattoo. Abby’s full name - Abigail - had been incorporated into the hearts and horns. It took you forever to figure out how to do it in a way that didn’t make the name jump out. You had to actually look, tracing the lines with your eyes to spell it out. But, you knew your girlfriend would find her name with her attention to detail.

“Y/n, I-” Abby licks her lips, struggling to find the right words, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m more than sure.” You brush a strand of her hair behind her ear, “I really want this and I wouldn’t ask anyone else to do it. I want my girlfriend’s art on my body.” A soft pink appears on Abby’s cheeks as she takes the paper from you.

“You want it exactly like this?” Abby wakes up her tablet screen, her computer monitors waking up along with it, “Or am I allowed to adjust things?” You squeal softly, plopping down in the chair next to her in excitement.

“You’re absolutely allowed to adjust anything you want.” You tell her, getting a chuckle in response. You watch as she takes a picture of it, pulling it up on Procreate to look at it much closer.

“Let’s see what we can do.” Abby smiles at you. She takes the time to go over the design with you, pointing out places where she could make a change or add to it. You discussed what colors you wanted to do - choosing to go with a neon red and pink style. Abby’s shoulders had tensed when you brought it up but she agreed with it and said that she liked your vision of it. Once she had it confirmed - she asked you ten times if you wanted it tattooed - she got it ready on the transfer paper.

“Hey, you two lovebirds!” Nora grabs your attention, slipping on her coat, “I’m leaving you to it. I expect a picture of it once it’s done.” She grins, pulling her bag onto her shoulder.

“You’ll be the first to see it!” You wave at her as she heads to the back of the shop. Abby leads you into one of the private rooms used for tattoos like this. Although you are the only two there, it still offered a feeling of privacy.

“Okay, babe.” Abby nudges you, “Pull your shorts down a bit, and get your cute ass onto that bed.” You get up and do as you’re told, flinching when your back touches the cold leather. You turn your head to look at Abby as she comes to stand over you. Your girlfriend practically looms over you from your position and you feel your cheeks heat up. She is wearing a tank top that has her muscular arms in full view, her arms covered in ink. You enjoy tracing her tattoos, including the little cartoon bee she has on her inner wrist. It was one of the many bees she had.

“You’re staring.” Abby gives you an amused smile, making you blush harder, “Now hold still so I don’t mess up the stencil placement.” You practically stop breathing as she lays the stencil over your womb, firmly pressing it into place with her hand. The feeling of her pressing down on your abdomen makes your body tingle as you’re reminded of the way she holds you in place during sex. You’re silent as she carefully peels the stencil back, observing how it transferred to your skin. She reaches down and holds up a mirror so you can see the placement.

“Is this where you want it?” She asks. You look at it and nod, getting an eyebrow raise from her. ‘Right. Verbal confirmation, even if I’m her girlfriend.’

“Yeah, it’s perfect. I like the way the points curve up over my hips.” You smile, feeling excited about it.

“Good.” Abby grins, patting your thigh, “I’ll grab the ink and we’ll get to work.” It doesn’t take too long before Abby takes a seat, giving you a silent question as she positions her arm over your lower body. You give her a nod and you hear the high-pitched humming of the machine as she puts the needle to your skin. At first, you're vividly aware of the needle going in and out of your skin but that gets sidelined in favor of something else. Abby.

Her arm is resting across your left thigh, warm against your skin as she stabilizes herself with your body. One thing about your girlfriend is that she’s pure muscle and that’s all you can feel. It doesn’t help that you’ve squeezed that arm between your legs too many times. Your mind starts to drift and you’re thinking about her touching you before you can stop yourself. You can feel your heartbeat pick up as you imagine her fingers brushing over your clit through your shorts. It was something she loved to do to tease you when you wore them. Ironically, they were the only ones you could wear and be comfortable in for this.

“Baby.” Abby’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, “Don’t be so dirty when I’m trying to focus.”

“Huh?” Your voice comes out a little higher than usual, “I didn’t say anything.” You hear Abby chuckle over the sound of the machine.

“I can tell what you’re thinking about.” You two make brief eye contact, then her attention is back on what she’s doing, “Your thigh tensed.”

“Ah.” The words die in your throat. There’s no way for you to tell her that she’s wrong, because she isn’t. 

“You find this attractive?” Abby questions teasingly, “Me tattooing my name on you?”

“If I’m honest, I wasn't thinking about that. I was admiring your muscles on display.” You feel your body warm, “But, now I am.” It’s unfair that she’s so attractive. She could be describing how the sky is blue and you’d be falling all over yourself to listen. You added her name because you knew she’d like it, even if she wouldn’t say it out loud. And, knowing that her name is mixed into such a scandalous tattoo makes you very horny. She’d see it every time you were intimate or even just getting changed.

“Well don’t get too excited, or I’m going to have to hold you in place.” Abby warns you, “You fidget when you’re really turned on.”

“I won’t.” You say, but that’s not what happened. Abby seemed to make it her mission to test you. She flirted with you as she worked, saying the things she knew you’d like to hear. 

“You’re being such a good girl and staying still.” Abby praises you. All you could do was try to respond verbally, forcing your body to stay still as your girlfriend continued. The praise made your heart soar and your head spin. There was nothing you loved more than being good for her, especially when she acknowledged it. At some point you did twitch, and true to her word, Abby’s hand firmly held your hips down.

“Baby, you don’t have to do that.” You whine, “I won’t move.”

“You said that earlier, princess.” Abby tsks, “I can’t have you moving and messing up the art.” You can hear the grin in her voice.

“You’re the worst.” You let your head fall back, slightly regretting your decision to have Abby tattoo you, “The worst.”

“Am I?” Abby asks, raising an eyebrow, “I guess it doesn’t matter what I do then, since I’m the worst.” That response made you nervous. She was going to make you regret those words. And, well… she did. The real test for you was when Abby shifted her arm and purposefully pressed it against your clit. You tried not to acknowledge it, to not give her the satisfaction, but you lost. She would stop applying pressure only to casually do it again a minute later. Her actions made your clit ache for attention. So the next time she did it, you couldn’t stop the soft moan that leaves your lips.

“Are you okay, baby?” Abby asks, pretending she doesn’t know what she did.

“Abby.” Your voice comes out breathy, “How much longer do we have?” You don’t know if you’ll be able to lay here much longer. You need her to touch you. She is infuriating in the best way possible.

“About ten minutes.” Abby hums, “Think you can be a good girl for me and get through it?” Your mind goes blank for a moment as you take in what she said.

“Y-Yeah.” You squeak, your face feeling like it’s on fire, “Yeah, I can.”

“Mmm, that’s my girl.” Abby pauses for a moment to press her lips to your thigh, “You’re so good for me.” You close your eyes and try to count down the last ten minutes. Each minute feels like forever as she continues to tease you.

“Aaanndd, we’re done.” Abby says, the sound of the machine turning off, “You can open your eyes now, Y/n. Do you want to look at it before I bandage it up?” 

“No. I already know it looks amazing.” You open your eyes and watch as she wipes the skin, before applying some kind of ointment to it. 

“You have a lot of faith in me.” Abby chuckles, bandaging it up with a smile.

“I do. I did just get your name tattooed.” You giggle, continuing to lay down to give your body a chance to regulate itself before you get up.

“I’m glad you do.” Abby kisses your forehead, “I’m going to clean up. You can either stay here or wait for me in the office.”

“I’ll stay here.” You hum and tuck your arms under your head. You lay there, resting as you hear Abby move around and put things away. You are being patient but your body is tingling with need.

“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?” Abby purrs, making you open your eyes, “You knew I’d like this.” Your breathing hitches at her lustful gaze, and she reaches out to caress your thigh.

“I did.” You swallow, feeling excited in a different way, “You’ve always reacted when I’ve jokingly mentioned getting it done.”

“I should reward you for this.” Abby leans down, her lips brushing over yours, “Would you like, baby?”

“Yes, please.” You whisper, separating your thighs. Abby tugs down your shorts more, her hand slipping between to rub you through your panties. You let out a shuddering sigh, finally getting some relief.

“Can I finger you?” Abby asks. That makes you smile. She was always asking for your consent in sneaky situations like this. 

“You can.” You smile at her. Abby tugs your panties aside and puts two of her thick fingers in. You gasp, feeling her stretch you out after you’ve been so tense.

“You’re so wet, baby. I really riled you up, didn’t I?” She coos, working her fingers against your g-spot.

“Yeess!” You moan, “Yes, you did.”

“I couldn’t help myself.” Abby playfully pouts, “You got my name tattooed on you. I have to show you how much I appreciate that.” She picks up the pace, keeping her fingers pressed to your g-spot as she uses her thumb to rub your clit. You moan, your body twitching from the intense pleasure as she brings you closer to release. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this in her shop of all places, but neither you nor Abby would be able to wait. And hey, disinfecting the bed wouldn’t be an issue.

“Abby!” You gasp out her name, “I’m going to cum!” You warn her.

“Cum for me, baby.” Abby purrs, kissing you. You moan against her lips as you cum, your walls clenching around her fingers. She gives you a moment to relax, affectionately kissing at your collarbone before removing her fingers. You watch contentedly as she walks around you to the sink to wash her hands.

“You really love that I got your name tattooed that much?” You question, feeling happy about it.

“I love it so much that I’m fucking you with the strap when we get home.” Abby says seriously, making you giggle.

~

Once the tattoo was healed, Abby would not stop touching it. She’d caress your abdomen with her thumb when cuddling, kiss it before going down on you, or trace it after sex with her fingers. It meant a lot to her that you’d do something so serious. She didn’t need it to know that you loved her, but it meant a lot regardless. Tattoos don’t come off, and with the style you requested, a cover-up would be very challenging. It really touched her heart… and she found it incredibly sexy on you. Even more so knowing that people wouldn’t notice the thorny print held her name. 

A few months after getting the tattoo, you were invited to a pool party with the crew. You had told Abby you weren’t going to show it off - a little lie so you could surprise her. You and Nora went shopping for swimsuits the day of and she helped you pick out one that would clearly show it off. She was the first person you told, and when you said you wanted it to be a surprise she was all for it. So you ended up with a sexy two-piece white bikini with high-cut straps. It perfectly framed the tattoo and made it stand out. You couldn’t wait to surprise Abby with it.

“Y/N! NORA!” Leah screams when she sees you two walk out to the patio. Everyone except for Abby - who is pouring something at the bar - is in the pool. The boys are playing volleyball at one end while the girls are hanging out at the other. ‘Yum.’ You eye Abby who’s wearing swim trunks and a bikini top. You really loved seeing all of her tattoos. 

“Hey!” You wave at them, “Sorry we’re late! Nora wanted to pick up some more beer.” Nora lifts up the extra case to show them, getting a cheer from the group. The guys tended to stick to drinking beer and Manny could put away a whole case on his own. While the girls drink beer too, they preferred mixing drinks most of the time.

“Hey, more beer is a perfect reason to be late!” Owen calls.

“Now, what are you doing with your clothes still on?!” Manny jokes, hitting the volleyball back to Nick, “Take them off and get in here!”

“Only for you, Manny!” Nora jokes back, getting laughs in response. You take the case from Nora and head over to the bar where Abby is. She looks up at you with a smile, pouring mango juice into the cup she had gotten you for your birthday.

“Awe, honey bee! You’re making me a drink?” You put the case down and give her a kiss on the cheek, “You didn’t have to.”

“I’ll drink it if you don’t want it.” Abby says, lifting the cup to her mouth.

“No, no, no!” You grab the cup, making Abby laugh, “I want it!” You take a drink from it, pleasantly surprised by the various fruity flavors. Abby reaches over and tears the box open, and you step out of her way. 

“Does it taste good?” She checks, taking the beer out and putting it into the fridge.

“Yeah, but not better than your pussy.” You joke, getting a dramatic gasp from her.

“Y/n! Language!” She smacks your ass, making you laugh. 

“Oh, come on! You’ve said worse!” You wrap your arms around her waist, getting on your tip-toes to whisper in her ear, “Besides, it was a compliment.” You kiss her shoulder and walk around the bar.

“Y/n! Abby!” Mel shouts, “Come on, you lazy asses!”

“Coming!” You and Abby chorus. You throw Abby a wink and walk over to the lounge chairs by the girls. Everyone has their own assigned chair with a towel so that no one gets confused with the others’ things. Nothing is more awkward than using someone else’s towel! You put your bag down and start taking off your clothes. A loud wolf whistle comes from the pool, “DAMN Y/N! THAT’S A WHOLE LOT OF ASS!” Nora screams at you, making you laugh.

“YOU GO, GIRL!” Leah joins in and soon everyone is hollering at you. You shake your head with an amused smile and take your shirt off. You’re careful to keep your back to them as you grab your sunscreen.

“I’ve got that, cutie.” Abby takes it from your hands. You let her rub the sunscreen onto you, relaxing as she works over your muscles to give you a quick massage in the process. She comes around to your front and does the same, playfully wiggling her eyebrows when she goes over your boobs with it. You giggle at her antics, noting that she takes extra care with your tattoo, and puts the bottle down.

“I thought you weren’t showing your tattoo?” She mutters, trying to keep her volume down. You give her a cheeky smile.

“I changed my mind. It’s the one time I get to show it off.” You wink at her and turn around, “I’m coming in!” You call you, getting the group’s attention as you walk to the edge.

“WOAH!” The group chorus’, surprised expressions on their faces.

“WHEN DID YOU GET THAT?!”

“A TATTOO?!”

“DAMN!”

“Y/N?! WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!”

“Surprise!” You shout, laughing at their reactions, “I asked Abby to tattoo me!”

“We’d know her work from anywhere.” Jordan snorts.

“Wait.” Mel squints, swimming over to you, “Come closer.” You sit down, letting your legs go into the water as she comes over. ‘Of all the people to notice it first, it would be Mel.’

“Is that… Abby’s name?” Mel gasps, looking at you with wide eyes.

“It is.” You smile, over at Abby as she sits down next to you, “When we first started dating I joked that I wanted her to write her name on me… and, she did.” You nudge her.

“It was a complete surprise to me.” Abby chuckles, brushing her fingers over it, “But, it was a happy one.” You two meet eyes and she leans in and kisses you softly.

[freyrmedia]

I need to post more… it’s insane.

So, hi, I’m Freyr Media. I’m a digital artist on Tumblr, and I recently got obsessed with Minecraft again, oml. So here we are, sharing my art for funzies.

I got into the QSMP, and the Life Series, so I decided “hey, why not draw my oc into QSMP” for the fun of it, and then I created a lot… A LOT of Minecraft based artwork…

Ah yes, Freyr’s Dream SMP Design. I made this back in December 2023 when I was catching up on the ending of the Dream SMP. Worth it, and I had fun drawing Freyr. Poor kid has a broken wing due to November 16th.

I also forgot her hair dye in their base design… but I’m too lazy to fix it.

Here’s Freyr, this design applies to… really any universe she’s in. She has the ability to turn into a human form if she wants to, she still has her wings and antennae but she looks more human.

PORTAL TRAVELER LORE!!! Freyr is a demigod, born to another bee hybrid, a queen, and to the Goddess of Travel, Viatrix. She has a blue space like suit that allows her to travel through the other SMPs she chooses. Freyr has a god form(depicted in image 1. Now outdated) that makes her become the new god of Travel.

ARTEMIS!!! God, I love Artemis, my own piglin oc. I love her so much. The lore on her is she’s a runt of her litter, hence the pinker color and why her human form is more of a hybrid than human. She was born like that, and finds it embarrassing to use her human form especially when she looks abnormal. While she was abandoned at youth, she was adopted by a piglin brute and has a little brother.

For SHITS AND GIGGLES. I drew Freyr as a Watcher from the Evo SMP / The Life Series. We are often referred to as the Watchers so it only was fair that I drew Freyr as a Watcher. I loved how this one came out.

Uh… apart from that, if you read this far, thanks! Outside of being a digital artist, I have a Minecraft Series that’s going to be littered with lore on my YouTube Channel!!! Please check that out!

PLEASE CHECK IT OUT <33 and thank you! Buh byeeee!!!

[attavoid]

Honami Mochizuki, Avoidance, Broken Bonds, and Responsibility

I’ve always been a big fan of Vocaloid since 2010 when I was a wee child- I even mess with vocal synths in my free time and make songs when confident enough in my skills- and I’d been eyeing Project Sekai (or Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage, but I’ll be referring to it as Prjsk) for a while now. I adore rhythm games and they help me calm down, but I never really bit the bullet until recently. I have no idea why I waited so long! I’ve only been playing for a couple weeks but I’m already mastering the skills and am climbing up.

Anyway, one of my good friends brought me to the attention of Honami Mochizuki, and how many people headcanon her as having AvPD. I’ll assume if you’re reading this you have a vague idea of how the game works, but I’ll explain the background of her and her unit, Leo/need.

Honami is one of four girls in Leo/need, all who were childhood friends who drifted apart when Saki, another part of the group, was hospitalized for chronic illness (which, by the way, I could go on about how surprsingly respectful they are about her disability rep, at least in my opinion as a narcoleptic with a weak immune system). Despite being very close in elementary school, now that they’re all in high school, Honami has drifted from the others and tends to stick with her classmates, seemingly always following their lead.

A common misconception of AvPD is that avoidants don’t have friends. That can be true, but not in the sense that people think! In the past, I had a friend group, but we weren’t exactly friends. I morphed myself for approval so that they’d validate me and I’d be accepted, but I was not myself, and I did not let myself be vulnerable, as close friends should. Even though we had all been “close” since elementary school, what it really was for me was that I had found a group that I thought had accpeted me- only because I had hidden the parts of me they found embarrassing. They still berated me and my choice in other friends that I did actually have connections with, which caused me to drift away from them. That’s something evident in Honami’s story- she sticks with her “friends” because she wanted to get their validation, but these friends didn’t like the other members of Leo/need, so Honami forced herself to stray away from them to avoid being judged and humiliated.

This is something I don’t see discussed much about AvPD- the effect it has on your friends. Although I agree that personality disorder information should focus on those with the disorder, it’s also important to remember the effects it has on those around you (without buying into the abuse propaganda, of course). Honami’s past all too well highlights a part of my journey in AvPD that I wish more people talked about- betraying your friends just for your self image as a coping mechanism. It feels like it keeps you safe, but in reality, it doesn’t. It just hurts your true bonds and further isolates yourself into a group that will take advantage of you and use you as a punching bag.

Even as a 21 year old, I still find myself struggling with this, and I find great comfort in this aspect of Honami’s character. Especially how awkward she is trying to get along with her friends again- repairing old friendships, especially when you’re the source of the rift (for the most part), is always hard. And I love that she doesn’t give up! She keeps going and we see her slowly become more comfortable again with her friends and finding that spark of joy they ignited when she was a child.

I do want to add a disclaimer- I don’t think this coping mechanism is an abuse tactic, but it’s still important to remember the effect it has on other people. When I did this in the past, I thought I was protecting myself and our friendship- why would they want to be seen with someone like me?- but in reality I was hurting them and our bond. Instead of framing this as an abuse tactic, in Prjsk, it’s framed as Honami bearing some responsibility for the drifting, yet respects where she comes from and doesn’t vilify her for it at the same time. It’s quite refreshing, and even though she doesn’t canonically have AvPD, I can definitely see these traits in her, and I absolutely headcanon her with it.

Maybe someday I’ll do a more indepth analysis of Honami having AvPD, but I wanted to especially comment on this part of her. I feel when AvPD is talked about we gloss over the responsiblity we do have on relationships, unless it’s in a negative light painting us as abusers, which isn’t true. Even if Leo/need isn’t my favourite group, I think Honami will continue to have a special place in my heart.

[intothewings]

Hi Esmee! I just wanted to say ily and thank you soooo much. The advice you gave me in August helped me get and I finally got an interview with Southwest. The headquarters is in my city so my first interview is F2F. I’m very nervous because really terrible at makeup and nail stuff, even at 23 years old it’s so embarrassing and I don’t know what I should do, I’m freaking out because I only have a week and a half left! I already have my outfit picked out I would like to send a photo to see what you think but I can’t on anon😖😖

Omg YAY congratulations! 🥳🎉 You’re very welcome, that’s so exciting!!! Just so you know, even if you live in the same city/state as headquarters they will only bring you in straight away for F2F if your app really stands out. SWA always does video or phone to start, so this is a good sign! That will be your first and only interview. Be proud because you skipped a whole step! 🤩

Sorry for the kind of late reply, I had a busy day yesterday and I wanted to be as informative as possible because I have been in your shoes and I know how nerve wracking and overwhelming it can be. Numerous airlines are shifting away from makeup being a requirement for female flight attendants. When I flew mainline, I didn’t wear makeup to training and I rarely wore it to fly, never had any issues. Don’t psych yourself out because I still don’t feel like I’ve perfected mine, and I do just fine at recurrent training and inflight. Also, here is from a video from last night with no filter after I took off my makeup to show what my skin looks like currently. I won’t try to act like I have much to cover up because I don’t. I have my mom’s genetics and she never had acne. My skin is consistent for the most part, so I’m not the greatest person to ask if you have issues with your skin.<3 I just do natural monochrome makeup with rose gold colors to match my warm undertone! Don’t be embarrassed or intimidated, because I’m not very skilled at makeup either and I’m 26 years old lmao.

I wear sunscreen everyday, the neutrogena hydroboost because it’s water based and makes your skin glowy and no white cast! Bb cream, cream blush/bronze, mascara, powder (nars translucent light reflecting powder is the prettiest ever), elf coconut setting spray, a sparkly pink eyeshadow and abh eyebrow powder. I only use concealer if I have a spot, nars matte pot concealer lasts me the whole year and looks perfect. Under eye concealer is very bad for your skin. The under eye skin is very thin and absorbs makeup faster and deeper, makeup blocks the pores and eventually makes your under eye skin look even more dark and dull.

For eyes I use glossier lidstar in cub which is really easy to work with. It’s liquid/cream rose gold, doesn’t crease, and you can build it up to look really metallic and concentrated. They have a pastel pink shade for fair complexions as well, I forget the name but it will be on their website and at Sephora too I believe. My sister uses it and it’s just as cute! If you prefer powder eyeshadow, I sometimes wear the Charlotte Tilbury pop shot in the color pillow talk diamonds. It’s super pretty and the glitter is very fine so it looks natural and just makes your eyes sparkle.<3 It’s a little more intense than the glossier one, so it’s nice for special occasions and the quality is A+. These are the only two eyeshadows I own and they don’t require blending or anything frivolous of that nature, I always get compliments on my eyes when I wear them!

Left is Charlotte Tilbury. So pretty shiny and pretty!! Right is Glossier. On google image, I could only find people putting it on the sheer way, so I had to use my Polynesian eyes for reference lmao →😁. But hopefully you can see what I mean by building it up to be metallic. I only put it on my actual eyelid part, because the technique of putting on eyeshadow up to your eyebrow (like the photo on the right) looks crazy on me when I do it. I don’t think I have the eye shape or skill set for that style. Btw, this is how my makeup looks without filter in outside lighting. My eyebrows are not done, but I think it looks pretty good other than that.

Matte red lipstick is recommended during f2f and while flying, but I just can’t lmao! I really dislike the look of lipstick on me. I tried wearing it for my first f2f and I felt very self conscious and not myself. Plus, it’s such a hassle to have to keep fixing it and making it look perfect. Anyway, it might look pretty on you, but if not try tinted chapstick or lipgloss, they’re easier to work with and look nice. The four I own are Fenty glow gloss bomb (perfect rose gold lipgloss), Glossier Red, the Burt’s bees pomegranate chapstick and the red dahlia shade. You can get the chapsticks at target and they’re very natural and pretty.

I can do this all in less than 20 minutes! Also, try not to wear makeup unless working or going to an event, it keeps your skin in good health. I just do sunscreen on my free time and Biossance skincare most nights, it’s my holy grail brand and I don’t really use any other skincares.

For nails, I normally get a white gel manicure or a French manicure, oval shape for both. Sometimes I get acrylics (pink/white ombré, coffin shape because the oval breaks faster) if I know I’m having a busy month. You use your hands a lot and won’t have time to find a reputable salon or go and get a touch up on gels while traveling. With acrylics, nothing fancy or super long, no gems or accent nails! Keep it as natural as possible and just wear simple rings if you want accessories. If you do get acrylics, make sure you get a nail brush to clean the underside when you wash your hands. It’s a must! You should always research and look at reviews for any salon you go to, because some of these places are uncleanly and you will end up with fungus on your nails or infected cuticles.

To take good care of my natural nails I use the OPI nail envy and CND solar cuticle oil. If I do my own nails, I use Sally Hansen cuticle remover, and either Sally Hansen Xtreme in invisible (clear) or the Chanel nail polish in insomniaque (white). Chanel polish is expensive, but it lasts weeks without chipping. I tossed all my other nail polishes awhile back so it’s the only one I use besides clear. I’m not buying nail polishes anymore because white nail polish goes with everything and it’s appropriate for any occasion/season. If I make a mistake I go into the side of my nails with a plastic cuticle pusher (it’s so precise) or a Qtip with Zoya nail polish remover. Again, that’s the only nail polish remover I use. The straight acetone from the drug store tears up your nails and cuticles overtime. My mom taught me to always use a glass nail file on my real nails, never an emery board. Glass nail files are a bit more time consuming, but it’s worth it if you don’t want your nails to split. I keep this one in my purse! It’s cheap and lasts years if you take good care of it.

(Sorry for the terrible pics. The photo on the right is how my natural nails look with the products I use.)

Also, come off anonymous to show me your outfit, I won’t bite! If you’re too shy no worries<3 I always do a fitted ribbed turtleneck, respectable high waisted skirt (no minis!!!), and black sheer tights/nude tights with a 2-inch heel or ballet flats. All black everything! It looks professional, elegant and modest. Make sure to steam/iron!!

Once you go inflight, please invest in well made genuine LEATHER shoes, comfort shoe inserts, a shoe shining kit, compression tights and a GOOD flight bag. It’s very important if you want to be comfortable and save $$$. Having your feet swell up in cheap shoes you have to keep replacing will literally make you want to go postal. Only buy round toe, no square or pointed. Those shapes destroy your posture and the motor of your feet PERMANENTLY and they will cause your feet to become pointed like a triangle in a way that’s irreversible. You will save yourself so many blisters. No compression tights = pain, swelling, and varicose veins, so please compress!<3

I don’t know what brand of heels I wear exactly because I got them at some random boutique, but they look nearly identical to the ones in the photo. I have Repetto lou ballerinas, a patent pair and regular pair and I’m obsessed with them. Worth ever single penty lol. The craftsmanship and fit are unmatchable. Some airlines don’t allow ballet flats, so you’ll have to check with SWA. I’m allowed it at my airline, plus I wear them outside of work with my outfits so win win. I always shine my shoes after I wear them because it keeps them in good condition and reminds me to look and make sure I don’t need to take them to the cobbler for repairs.

I get teased for my heels sometimes but I literally do no care lmao, they’re cute to me and also, the heels with the thin stem (or whatever it’s called) are not suitable for working in unless you want nerve damage. There’s 0 reasons to be walking through the airport in stilettos, that’s insane.

The bag I have is the nylon OG 2 size large from Lo & Sons. Perfect shape (it’s so cute and unique), love the gold hardware, multiple pockets to organize my iPad and paperwork, inside water bottle holder, shoe compartment at the bottom, I can fit at least two outfits/uniforms in this thing, and it has the back part where you can slide it over your luggage handle if you don’t want to use luggage hooks. I searched high and low for a bag shaped like this that has gold hardware to match my jewelry. I’m really particular lol, so it’s chefs kiss fr. I’m obsessed with it and I’ve never seen another person carrying it. Almost every flight attendant I know carries Tumi and the bags are like $800 when they’re not even that good. 😭💔 Always keep your crew tags on your luggage because baggage handlers will have more respect for your items that way. Many of them slam people’s belongings around habitually and that crew tag really makes them stop and think. If they tear up crew luggage the airport is responsible for replacing it. Like, they have to write you a check stat. I didn’t know this until my second year flying.

Here is the crew cooler that every flight attendant waxes poetic about including me. 48-can all back. It doubles as a carry on if you don’t want to pack your meals/snacks in it.

If you wear a perfume, try to wear something that’s not overpowering. D&G pour femme is my signature scent because it’s feminine and cute. Marshmallow and babydoll is how I describe it, so go for something soft like that if you can. The amount of people who come in wearing Chanel N°5 and Dior Sauvage is absolutely insane, and it’s at every single recruitment/training too. 😭 I know the smells by heart now. No hate to other people’s signature scents, but it’s literally nauseating when everyone and their mother is drenched. Less is more when it come to perfume imo. You want recruiters to be focused on your personality not your fragrance.

IMPORTANT FOR YOUR NERVES:

If you haven’t looked into STAR method for interviews do it asap so you can practice, all airlines use it!

If you have any tattoos, they have to be small enough for you to cover up or else they won’t pick you. Most flight attendants I know use derma blender foundation because it’s waterproof and full coverage. If they can be seen when you have a short sleeve and skirt on, that is a problem. It needs to be made undetectable with foundation because the recruiters and instructors will be watching you like a hawk when you interview, train, and do your ditch.

Make sure your hair is a natural color.

You need to have your passport!!!! I didn’t have mine during my first F2F because they never told me and I didn’t think about that. They were not very happy about it and I had to pay extra in order to have it expedited. It was nerve wracking because if you don’t have your passport by the time you do your IOE they send you home.

Make sure to stay off your phone and mingle with other interviewees at your F2F or else you will look antisocial.

I’m sure they didn’t tell you this, but you’re taking a 5-panel drug test that same day after after you get your training date. DOT is onsite and they don’t play. Whoever fails is banned from reapplying to ANY commercial or private airline for up 5 years, FAA regs.

Lastly, when you get home after your interview immediately start memorizing American IATA and airline codes, you will be grateful you did in the long run. Training is like doing a full semester of college in one month. There is so much to learn and memorize so it’s good to get a head start.

Anyway, I hope this was helpful. Don’t feel pressured to get any of these exact items, but hopefully you can use it as inspo!<3 Remember to show your true personality and smile, it shows your inner beauty and happiness! Southwest flight attendants are very laid back and silly, they like doing their little jokes during their takeoff and landing lol. You will love them. Hopefully I will see you in the skies someday soon! You got this, I’m so happy for you and good luck! 🍀 I will say a prayer and make a wish in your favor! Please let me know if you have any more questions, LOVE YOU!<3 :D ✈️🌎🧳

P.S. I got your other message, I think I might have forgotten to tag your first question (sorry) but it should still be there if you scroll!

[pixelmensupremacy]

A remedy for a galling itch

Warnings: Suggestive content, 18+, GN!reader

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: I literally had to go through a good chunk of the game just to enter the trailer for references. Also this is my first time writing gender neutral reader, so I hope it makes sense.

Abnormal amounts of adrenaline rushed through (Y/N)’s veins, as they slammed the door of the trailer behind them, creating a sound wave, that resonated across the closed space of the vehicle.

"Shit that was close.” (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief, even though their heart rate was still accelerated by the horrendous encounter with Marguerite Baker. A few hours back they thought Jack reviving, from what seemed to be a certain death, to chase after them, alongside Ethan, was horrifying. However, there was nothing that could prepare poor (Y/N) for the bug infested nightmare they and Ethan had just gone through.

(Y/N) guarded the door for a while longer, their body stiffened as the adrenaline wore off and the initial shock took its place. A vivid image of Marguerite’s atrocious deformed body pestered their, -already troubled- mind, causing shivers to run down their spine.

On the opposite side, Ethan leaned on the counter, silently observing his fellow survivor. His greyish orbs noted the distress in their features. Something within him nudged at the sight of them- an urge to brighten up their mood.

“Now I have one more reason to hate bugs.”  (Y/N) let out a breathy chuckle at his joke. Seeing even the slightest of a smile curling their lips, made the man smile back.

“What do we do now?” He was suddenly brought out of his mind by their mellifluous voice.

“We got the ingredients…” Ethan paused, as the reality of his situation settled. As much he was embarrassed to admit it, he enjoyed (Y/N)’s company. So much so he forgot about his beloved wife, who was the reason he came here in the first place. It was humiliating just to think about how soon he managed to catch feelings for a stranger he met a few hours ago, especially when his counterpart was somewhere out there waiting to be rescued from this nightmare. Yet Ethan couldn’t bring himself to discard the feelings (Y/N) caused within him- ones that Mia had deprived him of for the time of her absence. And he was almost completely sure that these feelings were requited.

“We should wait for her to contact us then.” They suggested, as they made their way towards the green container, that for some strange reason the family had plenty of all across their property.

“Yeah, I guess.” A sense of relief took over his features. As much as he wanted to leave this god forgotten place, he didn’t want to face what was inevitably coming his way. The dilemma was weighting on his conscience. The man was forced to decide between his happiness and his moral code. Yet their dreamy (E/C) orbs and astounding smile made the choice even more difficult.

“Do you still have these rashes?” Their voice ringed across the small space, tingling his ears.

“Yeah, I do.”

“I found some ointment.” (Y/N) looked at him, hope gleamed in their eyes.

“Are you sure this thing is good?”

Their eyebrows furrowed, enhancing the look of concentration on their face, as they looked through the label.

“Luckily for us it hasn’t expired. We should give it a try.”

“Let me guess. I’ll be the test subject.” He struck them a mischievous look, provoking a giggle from them, which in return made his heart flutter.

The man approached them, not taking his eyes away from theirs in the process of doing so. His teasing stare made these few seconds feel like minutes. Just as he sat before them, they let out a breath they didn’t even realize they were holding back. Their cheeks were tinted with a cerise color, which –unfortunately for their- gave away their excitement.

Their bashfulness encouraged him to tease them further. With slow movements he undid the buttons of his cuffs, then rolled them up his elbow- revealing the irritated skin of his arms. (Y/N) swallowed hard before they got on their knees, with the ointment in their hand. Their free hand took his right one, after they dipped their pointy finger in the container, scooping a generous amount of product. They looked up at the man, searching for his assurance, only to meet his darkened, even lustful ones. For a moment they were taken aback by the intensity of his gaze, wondering if he was mad at them, but soon they understood that wasn’t the case.

As they applied the product over the bumps, they heard a barely audible whine. At first, they didn’t think much of it, assuming the cool cream caused a pleasant feeling against his hot skin. They began to spread it to all of the necessary spots, gently massaging around the rashes to avoid causing him any discomfort.

Meanwhile Ethan was trying his best to hold back any other sounds from escaping his mouth. Against all of his expectations the mysterious product did wonders. Not only did the itching stop, but also it soothed the burning sensation. Yet what made him feel idyllic was their tender touch. Their digits gracefully caressed his arm, mindlessly tracing the lines of his popped veins; his pulse throbbed underneath their fingertips, exposing his enthusiasm. The man gulped, his Adams apple bobbed awkwardly in his throat, as he felt the fabric of his slacks grow tight.

Unexpectedly (Y/N) retreated much to his disappointment. With curiosity, Ethan observed them, anticipating their next move. They glanced at the man above them through their lashes, while they scooped more of the ointment. Whilst keeping eye contact, they spread the product on his left hand. Ethan’s mouth went agape, unintentionally letting a whine escape his damp lips. Without a doubt the tension within him grew with each passing second.

“Does it help?”

In response he only nodded. Unlike his other arm, (Y/N) spent more time with his left one, tracing not only the veiny lines, but also the scars around his wrist. It appeared they were fascinated with the pattern of his skin. Carefully they threaded the calloused flesh of his palms in attempt to coax a reaction from him. Much to their surprise he was very responsive to their touch, it was almost alarming. Yet they didn’t seem to mind, because they enjoyed it just as much to a point where they wanted to extend this moment as much as they could. Still, it was coming to an end.

“That should do. Do you feel better?” They stood up, bringing their figure in a short distance to the man.

“Yeah, you got magical hands.” His -unusually- hoarse voice rumbled through their entire being. Looking down at him they noticed a difference in his glance. His blue-tinted grey orbs shined with a sparkle of mischief, one associated with what could only be described as desire. It was clear to them, yet they were reluctant. The thought of his wife made them guilty for even glancing in the man’s direction, let alone get intimate with him. She was the only barrier holding (Y/N) back. Though that wasn’t the case with Ethan.

He looked up at his companion with expectancy. The –seemingly- prolonged silence caused him to grow a bit nervous. Was he taking stuff too far, too quick? Even so there was no turning back. He couldn’t deny his feeling, nor avoid them. Every little thing about them was enough to make his heart flutter; to him they were truly breathtaking. Their perfections alongside their flaws made the man fall even deeper for them.

“I appreciate you doing this for me.” Ethan’s voice, akin to honey, dripped down their ears then straight to their heart.

“I really mean that.” His slender digits gently brushed onto their hand, sending electric waves across their nerves. (Y/N) stayed silent, unable to respond.

“Let me show you just how much I’m grateful for having you.” Ethan stood up; his tall figure towered over their one.

“May I?” Shivers ran down (Y/N)’s spine, as they felt his hot breath crash onto their hot cheeks. His plump lips were only a few millimeters away from theirs- so close, yet so far. They stood on their tippy toes in attempt to reach him, until the ring of a familiar sound interrupted them. A bit startled, but far more frustrated, (Y/N) looked to the left only to see the old-fashioned phone flickering.

"I guess we'll have to leave this for later." They puffed with disappointment evident in their voice.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you know I keep my promises." He let out a breathy chuckle before planting a tender kiss to their forehead.

[laceandsilkhandkerchiefs]

Face, stature and day for Kit, perchance, please?

Thanks so much for the ask! I do love talking about my 18th century boy (what can I say, I have a bit of a type). And since these questions are mostly about his appearance, I'm also going to include the reference image I use for him at the bottom of this. It's not 100% perfect, but it's a pretty good idea of what he looks like in case anyone struggles to visualize with just words.

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

Kit's face is relatively angular, especially his nose and cheekbones. His hair is a medium brown color- it has lighter shades in the spring and summer months but gets quite dark in the winter. He's a bit too serious and focused to smile often when he's teaching, but in quieter moments (and especially when he's around Eleanor 👀) he has a very gentle and easy smile. His eyes are also probably one of the first things someone would notice about him- they aren't particularly remarkable in color (brown) but they're very sharp and attentive to whatever is going on around Kit or whoever is speaking to him.

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

Kit is above average height, but not ridiculously tall. He's about 5 feet, 10 inches or so. He's slim but gives the impression of a bit of muscularity at the same time (don't ask me how that works XD), and while he isn't particularly athletic he also doesn't embarrass himself if he ever needs to ride a horse. He's fastidious about appearing neat and tidy in his appearance, so while his clothing certainly isn't flashy it is tailored to him and shows off his figure well.

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

As I mentioned before, his clothing isn't flashy at all. He wears almost the same thing every day- a plain white shirt, a waistcoat (usually brown or gray), brown or gray breeches, and a brown coat. He has a nicer suit for special occasions, but even that is still very simple as he can't afford the kind of clothing a "gentleman" would wear. His hair is quite long, even by 18th century standards, but he keeps it tied back neatly and he doesn't usually powder it (as an aside, hair pomade and powder makes him sneeze). His clothing is mostly due to his lack of money, but even if he had more he'd probably still air on the side of function over fancy most days.

Thanks again! I'm still open to answering these if anyone wants to ask anything else. (And the reference image for Kit is under the cut because this got long XD.)

[laneelliot12]

I love the way you draw cats! How did you adopt a style like that? Who/What were your inspirations?

Thank you!!! I'm so glad people have been liking them!! I'd say I get a lot of style elements from popular cartoons, like pokemon, but I also take a lot of care in my references, and learned to breakdown their shapes over years of trial and error. I'd say a majority of the inspo I got was from random warrior cats speed paints on youtube- I'd pause the frames and pay attention to all the different steps they did! I don't think any one youtuber stood out to me as someone I got my style from, but It's def an amalgamation of a bunch of creators from the early 2010's! I'd love to post something, or even a video one day, of how I do each of the steps I do to get where I get! [Below is a retelling of my art journey if anyone is interested!]

I'd like to think I've got two styles of drawing: art for ocs, and canonized fan art. For both I use a great deal of references, either chosen from stock/free use image sites or from pictures of my three irl cats (who are very photogenic <3)! I am self taught, which means I've gone through a LOT of trial and error over the good decade I've been into the WC fandom. About a year or two ago, my laptop (that I've had since childhood) crashed so hard it deleted everything from my hard drive, losing YEARS of progress/artwork that I hadn't posted anywhere. Foolishly, months before that, I'd deleted my DeviantArt where all my cringe emo ocs were posted, something I was embarrassed of at the time, and now deeply regret doing (fr keep and date ALL of your art it is so important for your growth). I wish more than anything that I could post some of it here to show how my style has grown and changed, but sadly, I'll just have to describe it to ya.

[^^^ Above: the only bit of art I have saved from that time!]

I started drawing wc art in the 4th grade with some friends at my school- a very close friend of mine had started doing it, and I had never really drawn before, so I just followed along with what she did; the meme-y 'firestar doesn't like waffles/derp' fad of the time had be in a VICE GRIP and a lot of my work looked like that. I drew almost exclusively on paper, until my parents let me use the trackpad/mouse on the family computer in mspaint, where my passion for it really started to take off.

From there I got into deviantart, and started out like a lot of young kids did- thick, uniform lineart, coloring in the flats manually, tons of airbrushes and clip images of sparkles, the GOOD STUFF. I would hold paper up to the computer screen and trace the emo mspaint scourge pmvs frame by frame, I was obsessed. Then, for my 13th birthday, my uncle gifted me my very first wacom tablet; a tiny, 6x6 plastic plate that came with a pen and a too short chord. I drew constantly, watching speed paints and reading riverspirit comics until my eyes melted out of my skull, rp'd and posted little comics about my day to day. This went on and I very slowly started improving the more naturally drawing came to me; I held my pen different, downloaded a pirated version of firealpaca, learned about lineweight, obtained LAYERS. Almost seven years ago now, that friend I started drawing with passed away while she was very young. I couldn't stomach drawing warrior cats art for a long time after that; and, my parents had been urging me to give it up for a while too (in their opinions, if I was going to waste my time drawing, it should be something I could do to make money. If only they could see my commission having ass now!!). I still made art, but I did it formally; still life, paintings, figure sketches. When I got to highschool, I went to a specialized program for gifted students (burnout king right here) and took a TON of formal art classes, studying it as my main field. I learned about shapes and color and the natural flow of a piece; but I never really get over my love of cartoons, or my love of warrior cats art. There was just something so special about it, so unique to any fandom I've ever been in, that eventually, I was called back to it. My life was very difficult during that time, when I decided to redraw some of my old digital art for a class warmup. I hadn't touched a laptop in years, and it was ROUGH, but I reconnected with it instantly, and it was the first bit of serotonin I'd had in a WHILE. I got back into roleplays, got back into tumblr, got back into all the old stuff that made me happy.

I graduated highschool in 2020 and started drawing a lot of warrior cats content in between shifts- which leads to where I am now! I was deeply insecure about it and would hide the fact I did it from people I knew irl because I was afraid they'd think im cringe (I am cringe and I love that about myself now, thank u therapy)- and now, I pay for our internet bill off warrior cats commission money, which felt like a pretty big leap!! I still like doing 'formal traditional art', and it has influenced my art and it's shapes a ton- but I still cling to the anime eyes I loved to draw as the kid who wanted to make cartoons for all the world to see.

[ultraericthered]

GANON, PIG-FACED PRINCE OF DARKNESS

Just felt like doing a lookback at Ganondorf’s “demon beast” form that he takes on when his dark sorecery combines with the Triforce of Power, as it has gone through so many design changes.

THE LEGEND OF ZELDA

Yes, this is how Ganon originally looked like. In the original NES game that started it all, Miyamoto had no backstory in mind for Ganon, he was just some demonic creature who was also a powerful dark wizard and known as “the prince of darkness” ‘cause he was pure evil for the sake of being so. Miyamoto at first probably didn’t know how such a creature would look like other than being ugly, but he eventually settled on the idea of Ganon having the face of a hideous boar. The graphics team turned out...that thing. A pudgy blue pig with only two visible fangs, a red tunic with a skull on it, and red boots. When you look at that pig, would you get any of what I described about Ganon, or feel like he at all matched the build-up to him? No. It just looks like a silly cartoon character. Shit tier design, major embarrassment, Miyamoto ensured it never happened again!

A LINK TO THE PAST

Now that Miyamoto had a better grasp on Hyrule’s lore and decided that Ganon was not a pig creature, but a man named Ganondorf Dragmire who takes on a beastial appearance through dark magic, his design had to reflect that, so he could now better ressmemble what Miyamoto had always had in mind. The above artwork is based on the sprite made for this game. He looks infinitely more credible than his original NES design, but that’s not saying much since he’s still a cartoony blue boar who looks kind of goofy and doesn’t really carry forward the idea of Ganondorf’s fearsome transformed state. The flopped down pig-like ears and pudgy face are too on the nose.

This design has been given a lot of modification in later artworks to make him look far more intimidating and fully restoring Miyamoto’s original vision (as seen in the header image.) Such as this one here:

OCARINA OF TIME

With the first 3D entry to the series, Miyamoto decided that they needed to go all out in making the transformed Ganon look like a truly imposing, savage, ferocious beast from out of a nightmare. Thus why now he’s not simply a boar, but he’s got steer-like horns, a lizard tail, hooves, and flaming red hair. He’s also not so much blue as he is...I don’t even know what to call that color. This is the demonic, evil darkness creature that the pig-like Ganon was always meant to be.

ORACLE OF AGES & SEASONS / A LINK BETWEEN WORLDS

The full evolution of Ganon’s A Link To The Past redesign. Along with the Ocarina of Time and Hyrule Warrior designs, this one is a favorite of mine. He looks absolutely intimidating, vicious, and evil here. The eyes, the ears, the facial structure, the tusks, the spikes, the skulls, the armor, the cape, the hooves, the hair and bulging muscles and brass knuckle...all of it comes together so well. This character artwork is the one used on Ganon’s Wikipedia page for a reason. The only part I don’t get is why the snout has to be a different color than the rest of the face. Or at the very least it could be more purple.

Tellingly, this design was so ideal that A Link Between Worlds used it for its depiction of Ganon, albeit with a few minor diffferences.

FOUR SWORDS ADVENTURE

Yeah, sorry, this one is a big step backwards. He looks like the A Link To The Past design with a more simplistic armor and a much uglier palette. I do appreciate the top spikes, demonic eyes, and hooves made it over, and that his snout is blue again, but that’s about it.

BS LEGEND OF ZELDA

How an unofficial spinoff game chose to depict Ganon. I think they just used the Game Over screen from Zelda II for reference and decided that it was a good enough look for Ganon. Nevermind that the evil pig silhouette on that Game Over screen isn’t even how Ganon looked like in the previous game, or any game for that matter!

TWILIGHT PRINCESS

Wh....what is this? What are you doing? Every past Ganon design looked anthropomorphic in some way, reflecting a man transformed into a more monstrous state due to abuse of power. This one’s just a giant wild boar with Ganondorf’s hair and headpiece. He runs around on all fours and everything! And sure, he’s intimidating and a threat, but it’s not what I really associate with “Ganon.” Still better than the original blue pig look but overall one of the least remarkable looks.

HYRULE WARRIORS

This is more like it! Once again a wild boar with dark fur and fiery red hair, but this one gets spikes, gold armbands, somewhat more human facial features and a more human-like posture. The perfect blend of man and beast, reinforcing how Hyrule Warriors gave us the best version of Ganon we’ve had in the franchise to date.

BREATH OF THE WILD

Technically not Ganondorf in beast form, but Calamity Ganon haven taken on a beast form of its own derived from the original Ganon. While an awesome visual, it’s essentially just a fiery, more demonic looking version of Twilight Princess Ganon that could easily fade from your memory some time after having killed it and won the game.

CADENCE OF HYRULE

It’s......unique? He’s got Ganondorf-like hair and headpiece crossed with the classic blue-skinned boar with spikes, a cape, a skull belt, and a trident, but good lord those tusks and that snout are huge! 

So overall I’d rank the designs as such:

1. Hyrule Warriors 2. Ocarina of Time 3. Oracles of Ages & Seasons / A Link Between Worlds 4. A Link To The Past 5. Four Swords Adventure 6. Twilight Princess 7. Breath of the Wild 8. Cadence of Hyrule 9. BS Legend of Zelda 10. The Legend of Zelda

But maybe at this point Ganon’s beast form and its implications are just starting to show their age. I mean...dark man from the desert who’s the enemy of two fair-skinned, blonde haired, blue eyed heroes can literally dehumanize himself into a fucking pig!? YIKES!

[theomnicode]

Superstitions, in my OPM? Pshaw.

Some japanese superstitions because we're in psychic sisters arc and shit boutta get supernatural. But also because Saitama had a bad feeling due to his intuition.

Breaking a comb or the cloth strap of a geta wooden sandal is an omen of misfortune

A significant portion of Japanese superstition is related to language. Numbers and objects that have names that are homophones (Dōongo / Dōon Igigo (同音語 / 同音異義語, lit. "Like-Sound Utterance" / "Like-Sound Different-Meaning Utterance")) for words such as "death" and "suffering" are typically considered unlucky (see also, Imikotoba). Other superstitions relate to the literal meanings of words. Another significant part of Japanese superstition has its roots in Japan's ancient pagan, animist culture and regards certain natural things as having kami. Thus, many Japanese superstitions involve beliefs about animals and depictions of animals bringing about good or bad fortune.

Number 9 is sometimes pronounced ku — with the same pronunciation as agony or torture. Combs (kushi) are rarely given as presents as the name is pronounced the same as 9

There are six numbers that are considered unlucky in the Japanese culture and they are 4, 9, 13, 42, 43, 49.

Number 39 sounds like...

さん (san) く、きゅう (ku, kyuu)

which translates to literally "Thank you"

Hmmm....

*something something that personality type often believes in supernatural*

The lucky numbers in the Japanese culture are Number 7 which is considered lucky because of its importance in Buddhism and number 8 which is considered because of its shape.

I already made meta about Genos and maneki neko.

Use of the Maneki Neko or "lucky cat". Many businesses such as shops or restaurants have figures of such beckoning cats, which are considered to be lucky and to bring in money and fortune.

That a lot of superstitious references already.

If a funeral hearse drives past, one must hide one's thumbs in a fist. The Japanese word for "thumb" literally translates as "parent-finger". Hiding it is considered protection for one's parents. If this is not done, one's parents will die

Kind of distantly resembling funeral hearse but eh. Anonymous, black car and black suits.

You probably see red a lot in Japan, especially on the shrine gates and temples. It is believed that red can protect people from evil and disaster. However, do not buy anything red to your friends as a house warming gift. Japanese think red associate fire, which might bring bad luck such as fire accidents to the new house.

Just when I had thought about Saitama's new door being automatically locked and wondering about what if there was an emergency and someone with without superhuman strenght wanted to get in.

"Oh" moment.

Feeling superstitious yet?

I mean, there was also a housefire in Mob psycho and Mob almost lost it when he saw fake bodies of his family dead there.

Fake memories could do the same thing...

Black represents a powerful and tough image, as you can see the black belt in Judo and Karate athletes. It also represents evil and destruction, as Japanese often describes (same as the West), evil people have a “black heart”. Especially when used alone, black represents mourning, and is often worn to funerals. However, with the growing popularity of Western conceptions of black-tie events, it has been a clot of formality too.

White White is the color of snow, which can mean starting on a blank page, returning to the roots, and treating someone coldly. This peaceful color stands for purity and truth but can also denote death and mourning. Pearl white is the most popular color in cars in Japan.

When Saitama's cape used to be red, instead of white. Haa.

Red In Japan, red is generally associated with public phones, cherries, and paint. The color red in Japanese culture denotes strength, passion, self-sacrifice, and blood. It is the color that “gets the blood flowing.” Red bean rice is served on auspicious occasions. Many phrases such as “embarrassment to death,” “growing red with anger,” “deficit spending or losses,” or “complete stranger” are denoted with the Japanese word for red, which is “aka.”

Yellow The color yellow symbolizes sunshine and nature in Japan. It is a popular color in flowers, clothes, and gardening. It is also the color of railway crossings and school children’s caps because it increases visibility and indicates warning and caution. In Far East Japan, people consider yellow a sacred color, but in the West, it denotes treachery. The Japanese term for someone “having a yellow beak” means one who is inexperienced, whereas someone with a “yellow voice” means the shrill voice of women and kids.

Suddenly I am thinking about Mob getting hit by a car on the same day when Forte got hit by a car in manga. Because Mob pushed the kid out of the way because the kid was listening and playing on their ds instead of being aware of their surroundings. Just like how Forte was unaware of his surroundings because he was listening to music.

HMMM. Intentional?

I dunnooo.... awfully convenient timing. :D

Now for something a bit more out there. Because I think there is a spirit bird reference in opm with all those sparrows and in cover of 170.

A finnish christmas song from a poem made by Zacharias Topelius.

Specifically about a sparrow spirit bird. And we're bout to head to the last chapter of this year.

Snow has covered the flowers in the vale, The lake has frozen in the frost of winter. The little sparrow has eaten his summer food The lake has frozen in the frost of winter. On the stairs of a little cabin was a dear girl: “Come, sparrow, with joy, take a seed from me! It's Christmas, my homeless and unhappy sparrow, Come here with joy, take a seed from me!” The dear sparrow with joy now flew to the girl: “Gratefully I shall take the seed from you! One day God wants to reward you. Gratefully I shall take the seed from you!” “My child, I am not a bird from this earth, I am your little brother, I came from Heaven. The tiny seed you gave for the poor, was given to your little brother, from the Land of Angels.”

Kimmo Korteniemi, textsFor years, one of the most beloved Christmas carols in Finland has been "Sparrow on Christmas morning", written by Zacharias Topelius and composed by Otto Kotilainen (1868-1936). The series of events described in the poem is touching in its simplicity. It is Christmas: a modest and apparently Finnish cottage is surrounded by a wintry landscape. A sad little girl is standing on the stairs of the cottage when she sees a hungry sparrow in the yard. The sparrow's orphanhood and polity inspire pity in the girl, and she offers the bird some seeds. The sparrow accepts the gift and promises that God will one day reward her for her good work. At the same time, the sparrow reveals himself to be a heavenly guest, the girl's little brother. The events of the poem had a real background, which is most clearly visible in Topelius' Swedish-language original text. Whereas the K.A. Hougberg translation speaks only of a little brother who 'came from heaven', the Swedish text specifies that the little brother died the previous spring: 'Jag är din lilla bror, som dog bort i våras.' The little brother was the Topelius son Rafael, who had died in his father's arms on his one-year birthday on 12 May 1858. As was often the case, Topelius took his pain and sorrow out on his artistic creation, writing. A poem about a sparrow on Christmas morning, in memory of his little boy, was published in the Christmas issue of the Eos children's magazine in 1859, a year and a half after Raphael's death.

The deaths of his children shocked Topelius and contributed to the strengthening of his Christian convictions from the 1860s onwards. Indeed, in the autobiographical notes written by the ageing Topelius, the recollections of Mika, Raphael and Rosa are tinged with both severe self-reproach and religious humility. The author, who had entered old age, felt at least partly responsible for the deaths of his children. He thought that Mika's illness had been triggered by a swimming trip with her father. In Rafael's case, he had thoughtlessly installed a ventilation valve in the wall of the house, through which the cold flowing in might have caused the boy's fatal lung catarrh. Similar doubts accompanied Topelius' account of Rosa's death. But above all, Topelius saw his children's deaths as a powerful address from God, a shaking reminder of the limits of art-making.

The idea of deceased child taking the form of a bird in the poem "Sparrow on Christmas Morning" also appears in some of Topelius' other stories. For example, in the fairy tale 'The Birch and the Star' (1852), two little birds are adopted by siblings returning from exile. As the story unfolds, it is revealed that the birds that are leading the way are angels sent by God, the souls of the little sisters sleeping in their graves under the birch tree in the yard. How were such interpretations possible for Topelius, who was known for his Christian beliefs? Do the poems conceal an explicit doctrine of the transmigration of souls?

Topelius' mystical and romantic tendencies are particularly evident in his views on nature. Topelian nature is not dead matter, but brimming with life and spirit, personified forces, mysteries, symbolism and poetry. Topelius often justified the spirituality of nature with Christian arguments: it was about God's active activity and presence in creation. But, especially in his fairy tales and stories for children, he also used many figures from pre-Christian folklore, such as trolls, elves, fairies and fairies, as instruments for the animation and personification of nature.

Awakened Garou has pointed ears, btw.

That tiny tiny white blob on the background atop the rooftop? A white bird possibly. And we know who's spirit we saw in 169.

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Murata also made that one pointed message about Orochi and ancient stone mask on twitter.

That's all I got for now.