#but I respect those who do /pos

[fekoff]

Got Procreate & tested out some new brushes I downloaded

Ref used below by Noda Satoru ^^

[cupiare]

i’m just wondering is the feeling of needing to get everything in your life sorted before hitting ur 30s driven by wanting/being expected to want a family by that point? like higher education, good income job, house, car, i can see those being more important to have a foundation for a stable family life esp when kids are involved but otherwise what rush is there realistically

[gamergirl-niffler]

Being Married to Haganezuka - headcanons

Relationship between swordsmith and demon slayer was actually unheard of, but you didn't complain at all.

It was really comfortable, you lived with your husband and were close enough to be ready when needed.

Your husband was a difficult person: hot-blooded, extremely dedicated to his craft, and socially inept.

Many were sure he would never find a wife. That was until you came into the village, after all Hotaru was just a man and despite all of his heavy flaws managed to win your heart.

People hated him, and you knew that, but thankfully your presence brightened his image. Just a tiny bit. But still.

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‌He doesn't just talk about work. He rants. 

A lot, actually. 

Thanks to it, you know all about his clients, even if he has very little of those.

"I need to make new swords! And guess for who! For a kid that barely made it through Finale Selection!" Hotaru complains as you hum in acknowledgement while braiding the long black locks of your husband. "I am sure he will be like the others! Not respecting my work whatsoever!"

It's a simple routine before bed. He rants, letting out some of the frustration while your attention calms him down. It's always enough to actually allow him to properly rest during the night. 

‌Sleeping with him is yet another completely different thing.

Once the two of you get into bed, there is no running away. When his arms wrap around you, it's over, you are stuck like this until the sun rises again. He is simply not letting you go. 

Hotaru will never admit it out loud, but that's exactly what he is afraid of, you were the only woman that ever wanted him, so what would he do without you around.

You are his biggest treasure, he is not letting you go. Ever.

‌ Mornings with Haganezuka are much nicer. 

He is calm and rested as you're helping him to get ready for work right after breakfast.

"I hate that mask," You say with a grimace, while looking at the ugly mask in your hand. 

Of course, you understand the whole idea of masks but it didn't change the fact you didn't like them, you preferred to see your husband without it.

He snatches the item from your hand and hands you a shawl. "You better help me with my hair," Hotaru mutters, sitting in front of you to make it easier. "You also should get ready."

With an eye roll, you started to wrap his hair, making sure they won't bother him during the work. "I am just as ready as you are," you sum up, tying the shawl as tightly as possible. 

Once you were done he got up, put on the mask and turned to you. "I love you," he admits, while his hands move to your collar to properly button it.

Looking up at him, "I... I love you too...," you say with a soft grimace, making him frown under the mask. "What's your problem now?”

"Sorry. It's hard to say with that thing on your face," you admit slowly.

"You're annoying," He scoffs and turns to leave.

After grabbing your sword, you could follow him, walking by his side and holding his hand until you reach your post. Only then the two of you finally part ways for the day.

‌Hotaru is the one taking care of your sword. 

How could he not!

Not only he's a swordsmith, but he is also your husband, so his duty to you is doubled or even tripled! Not to mention, the sword is his own creation.

"Did you clean it? Are you sure it's clean? Maybe you chipped it? Let me see!"

You need to keep him away, using your own hands to make sure he won't get to your sword. "Hotaru, love. I am sure of all of it," You sigh, but before you know it he already has his hands on it. 

How did he even do that?! 

With careful eyes, he checks the blade and handle to be fully sure you're telling the truth. 

He couldn't allow his beloved wife to walk around with a sword that isn't properly taken care of. Hotaru wanted to be sure you are safe. "It's getting blunt. I will sharpen it for you. You can take the other one."

And just like that, your husband is off to do his things. There is no stopping him nor making him postpone the work.

Speaking about work!

Hotaru is hard working and stubborn.

Once he gets to work... He. Is. Gone. 

The mix of passion and dedication in his case are actually a "deadly" combination. There is no way of pulling him away. Sadly, even as his own wife, you don't have this privilege.

Once, when you attempted to take the sword away to stop him, Hotaru snapped at you, his voice filled with frustration. "Don't you see I'm busy? This must be done, and I won't deliver a poorly made sword!"

After that, you never tried that again.

He can be gone for the whole day and night while forging a new blade. It's annoying when you cannot spend the evening snuggling with your husband. 

‌BUT you are actually useful when he loses his temper! 

"Y/N-sama!"  One of the young apprentices yells, getting your attention immediately. Kids here love you since you are much nicer than Hotaru, but one of them approaching you while on duty isn't something usual.

"What is it? Did something happen?" You ask, giving the boy a soft smile.

Boy nodded quickly. "It's Haganezuka! He lost it again."

Letting out an annoyed sigh, you nod and quickly follow the boy just to find your husband held by three swordsmiths, while he's thrashing around to get free while another swordsmith stood nearby.

"What happened here?!" You ask with a frown. 

Hotaru growls. "He interrupted my work! I was almost done with the sword! Now I will have to start all over again! I'll kill you!"

You blink and rub your face, no matter how many times it happened, you still couldn't get used to it. "Hotaru. That's enough, let's go home. I will make you mitarashi dangos."

He immediately stops his thrashing around and looks at you. Other swordsmiths look at each other confused and slowly let him go.

Instead of attacking the man that took the sword, he walks to you and hugs you tightly. "Let's go. I want mitarashi dangos."

Of course, it's not the only situation like this. Things like this often happen because of his temper. Sometimes you need to resort to tickling his sides, but this ends in you dragging him back home and him later scolding you for even doing this.

‌ Since he works hard. He gets hurt.

Hotaru hates this, but at the same time he loves it. No one likes to get hurt, and he as a swordsmith sometimes gets his hands a little damaged in his work fever.

It's annoying. Wounds even if shallow still hurt and disturb the work.

Thankfully, he has you and he can always count on your help. He will not admit it, but he loves the way your palms feel against his own when you wrap his injuries.

You are a slayer, yet your hands are small and soft compared to his. Not to mention, you are always so gentle and careful while taking care of you. No one else can take care of his injuries just like you do.

"There you go," you say sweetly, tying a knot on a fresh bandage on his hand. Before he can thank you, you press a soft kiss to the injury. "I told you to be careful and to work less, but you never listen. Is it really that hard to listen just a little bit? For once?”

No matter how many times he returned home with cuts or/and abrasions, you always helped him and then scolded him. Normally he would get angry at someone for talking to him like this, but when it comes to you; Hotaru can't be mad, he actually feels oddly happy you do this. 

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In summary.

Hotaru is a good man. 

Others may hate him for his slightly angry nature, but that's because no one knows him like you do, not even a village chief.

He loves you in his own way and is forever grateful for you and the fact you love him back just as much.

Some people think you may regret marrying such a man, but you truly don't. He is the best thing that ever happened to you, and you wouldn't change him for anyone else.

[fuctacles]

A tale as old as time

For @subeddieweek Day 7 | M | 2696 | cw: age gap (about 25-30y difference, Eddie's age is not stated, Steve's aligns with canon) | camboy Eddie, transmasc Eddie, kinda sugar daddy Steve?, modern AU, simp Steve, virgin Eddie, chatfic, pre-anything, gray ace Eddie | Ao3

"Hawkins High '86? How old is this guy?" Eddie asks himself, his eyebrows raised. There is a letterman in front of him, a gift from one of his top subscribers. Hell, his top subscriber. His number-one fan, who was responsible for about half of his revenue.

He's opened a PO box recently, with no little amount of worry about what kind of stuff he might get. He only gave the address to his top subscribers but he knew that the ones with the most money were usually the most unhinged. He went to the post office with his heart in his throat but all he got was a set of lingerie, a toy, and the letterman he was now holding.

He tried not to think about what kind of people would pay for his content. As long as he was making money he didn't care. But now he got a piece of one of them in his hands. Staring back.

1986.

Meaning the guy must be nearing 60. Double Eddie's age. 

He tries to imagine that. An older guy, with wrinkles, maybe a beer belly, a gross old t-shirt, and his hand permanently in his sweats, beating it to his photos. 

It was gross. And in a way, alluring.

Though someone with so much money to spend on a camboy must have a well-paying job. Some rich asshole, exploiting others to do the work for him. That's a more likely scenario. He tries not to think about big, rough hands on him when he puts on the jacket and takes pics for Shar.

He edits them a bit before sending them, knowing the guy will get a kick from seeing him in his jacket. The appeal of wearing your boyfriend's letterman eluded him in high school, but being claimed like that gave him a heady feeling. The fact that the guy could be his father apparently worked for him too. 

He doesn't put his phone away fast enough and sees the message that pops up.

Shar: So hot. You look like every repressed teen jock's dream

Shar: Definitely like mine

Eddie thinks a moment about his response, channeling the persona he takes on for the camera. 

PuppetOfMasters: Would I be your dirty secret?

PuppetOfMasters: Would you fuck me in the locker room behind your girlfriend's back?

Shar: I'd make YOU my girlfriend

Shar: Wait no

Shar: NOT LIKE THAT

Shar: A girlfriend but in a manly way

Eddie snorts.

You're good, he types. I know what you mean, don't worry.

He wouldn't keep around someone who didn't respect him. Besides, he made it clear he's saving for a transition with his Only Fans.

Thank god, Shar types. I respect who you are 

Shar: In fact, I spend so much money on you because of it. 

Eddie rolls onto his other side, his mood souring. One of those trans fetishists, then. That's fine, as long as he's being respectful and paying... Even if it leaves an unpleasant taste in his mouth. 

Ah, a connoisseur! Well, I hope I'm your favorite tranny, then, he jokes. He waits for an answer, but it doesn't come for a long while, so he flips his phone screen down and turns away, hoping for sleep.

A response is waiting for him when he wakes up. 

Shar: I guess it sounded that way, but I'm not that kind of pervert. You're the only trans sex worker I follow, but not the only trans person I've sent money to.

Eddie sauntered to the bathroom, not taking his eyes off his phone. He wonders if continuing the conversation is even the right move. He's talked to one too many guys who thought sending him a dick pick was okay after ten minutes of small talk between a content creator and a fan.

But he's kind of curious. When he has money to spare, he sends some change to other trans folks to help out, because he knows how hard it is from his own experience. But why Shar, a seemingly loaded old guy, would spend his money on queers instead of, let's say, starving children?

PuppetOfMasters: So you're just an ally with cash? Or is there more to it? I'm curious.

He goes through his morning routine, washing his face, and brushing his teeth, not expecting Shar to get back to him any time soon. So he's surprised when he picks his phone back up and a response is waiting.

Shar: Long story short, I hope my father is rolling in his grave while I spend his inheritance on people he hated so much.

That's not what Eddie expected at all. 

PuppetOfMasters: So I'm a means of rebellion against your bigoted dead father? I'll take that. I hate rich assholes

Shar: Me too

They don't talk for the whole day after that, but when Eddie's done running errands and editing in the evening, he looks back at the letterman hanging on the door of his wardrobe. 

How is sending me your letterman an act of rebellion? he asks. Because he's a curious little shit. 

The response comes fast like the guy is glued to his Only Fans chat. Gross. Eddie wonders briefly if he's talking with other sex workers there.

Shar: A souvenir of his precious high school fetishized on a queer ssex worker? He'd die if he hadn't already

So it is a fetish thing! Eddie smiles triumphantly at his phone.

Shar: Okay, fine

Shar: Sticking it to my father is just a bonus for you being really hot. 

Shar: And I do love seeing you in my letterman, I've jerked off to it three times already

Shar: is that what you wanted to hear?

Eddie grins, rolling on his bed.

PuppetOfMasters: Yes 

Shar: So yeah, I'm an old man who peaked in high school, laugh it up

PuppetOfMasters: I'd rather you peaked in me

Shar: Insufferable

Shar: Menace

Shar: Yeah, I'd love that. A man can dream, right?

Eddie bites his lip. How far is too far? The guy seems genuine and after the amount of creeps that's been chatting him up, he thinks his creep radar is quite good. Tentatively, he starts typing.

PuppetOfMasters: I don't know. I think people would like seeing me get railed by an older guy

Shar: An old guy, you mean

Shar: You'd make a video with me?

PuppetOfMasters: I record most of the sex I have, yes

Shar: Huh. I've never seen one before, then

PuppetOfMasters: warm, warmer

Shar: ... There aren't any?

PuppetOfMasters: din ding ding! ya boy is a virgin

Shar: shit

Shar: fuck

Shar: that's so hot

Shar: you'd let me?

PuppetOfMasters: Would I let my best-paying subscriber be my first time on camera? Probably

Not necessarily to be released but he couldn't lose the possibility of such golden content in case it was watchable. 

Shar: I'd better keep my spot then. Just in case.

PuppetOfMasters: No worries, you seem the most trustworthy so far anyway.

But as he types it, a new notification appears. Shar sent him a hefty tip on one of his photos.

PuppetOfMasters: That's really not necessary

PuppetOfMasters: But I hope your father is kicking and screaming in his coffin

Shar: I fucking hope so

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It takes Eddie another day to google Hawkins High's yearbook photos. He'd thought about it before but didn't want to break the bubble of anonymity between himself and his fan. But the thoughts of big hands on his hips, and beard rubbing against his neck, took root in his brain and were tainting his mind.

Not fully in tune with his body and distrustful of others, Eddie has been single for most of his life. And now his stupid horny brain was drooling at the thought of losing his virginity to a grandpa on the internet. 

Hoping it would help his thoughts calm down, he looks through the photos from the year 1986, in search of a Harrington. And he finds him.

Steve Harrington. Basketball captain and swim team co-captain. His hairdo was magnificent and his smile was self-confident. Eddie would hate him in high school. Should probably hate him now. So he expands his search further, beyond the Hawkins High memory lane.

He finds one single photo on a LinkedIn profile. 

The current Steve Harrington's hair is no less magnificent, just peppered with silver. He wears glasses now, which accentuate the line of his jaw and make his neatly trimmed facial hair pop out. He's wearing a yellow jacket and a white golf, which should be hideous but weirdly, works for him. Eddie doesn't get to see his eyes, unfortunately. The photo looks like a candid photo shoot take-out after someone told him a joke. His head is tilted down, eyes scrunched and lips pulled in a smile, as a bubbling laugh got immortalized on camera.

Eddie shouldn't be finding a sixty-year-old man this endearing. 

PuppetOfMasters: I like your LinkedIn photo

PuppetOfMasters: Well, I hope it's you. 

PuppetOfMasters: Steve, right?

He can't forget about this for the whole day, not as he budgets his income, and especially not when he records a short video jerking off in the shower. He tries not to look at his phone but it's his only one, so he does while trying to budget in a second one, just for sex work. Maybe then he wouldn't be feeling so insane about not getting a response from a stranger who is an old pervert spending loads of money on him. 

He tries to be normal when a chat notification finally pops up. 

Shar: If you saw the golf and yellow jacket photo, that's me

Shar: though please don't make me type my full name in here.

no worries, Eddie types back so fast he should be embarrassed. It's a good photo.

Shar: Thanks. My best friend took it 

PuppetOfMasters: Your friend has a good eye

Shar: I'll let her know

Shar: I'm surprised it took you this long to search me up

Eddie's surprised too. Usually, his curiosity would take over him sooner.

PuppetOfMasters: I tried not to pry. But I had to in case we were gonna meet up one day

Shar: So you were serious?

Shar: I've been wondering if you sweet-talk all your followers like that 

PuppetOfMasters: Only the ones that don't send me dick pics

Shar: I knew holding back would pay off

Eddie snorts at his phone. 

Though I might need one before we meet up, he types. Gotta know what I'm working with

Shar: Right. Of course

Shar: So how would that work?

Eddie hasn't thought about it this far.

PuppetOfMasters: I need to read about OF's policy on collabs. Never had to before, since I work solo. Would probably have to hire you, well, sign a commission/gig contract or something like that. So it's all legal and shit.

Shar, Steve, doesn't answer for a long while, and it might be the end of his devirginizing journey. Well, if the guy doesn't want to make this legal, put his name on some paperwork, then he isn't trustworthy, and that's the end of it.

It's half an hour later and Eddie's bitten all his nails off trying not to follow up with any messages and focus on anything else when an answer finally comes.

Shar: Sorry my friend was bothering me

Shar: this sounds more complicated than I anticipated. So I would be like, a co-creator, then?

PuppetOfMasters: Precisely

Shar: Holy shit okay

Shar: Thought I'd be you know, less involved

Though you could hit it and quit it, huh? Eddie scrunched his nose. What was he getting himself into? Gods.

Shar: If that's what you wanted I'd take it

Eddie shouldn't be blushing over this one. It's like he's throwing the man scraps and he's licking them up.

PuppetOfMasters: Simp

Shar: I am what I am

Shar: With that said, I'm willing to make it work. Do all the paperwork you need

PuppetOfMasters: Doing paperwork just to fuck me? so romantic

Shar: I suck at paperwork so my friend would be doing it anyway

Shar: If that's okay

PuppetOfMasters: I think it's best if someone looks it over, yeah

Eddie hesitates for a moment.

PuppetOfMasters: That friend doesn't happen to be your wife?

Fuck no, comes the immediate response

Shar: I'm perpetually single and she's as gay as they come. 

PuppetOfMasters: Good. Wouldn't want to be the other girl

Shar: If I had the chance you'd be the only one

PuppetOfMasters: Jesus.

Eddie squeezes his legs together unconsciously.

PuppetOfMasters: Stop sweet talking me, I've already agreed to fuck

Shar: But we haven't signed anything yet. Even then, I'll keep sweet-talking you. It's what you deserve. 

For the first time, Eddie thinks he might not survive their meeting. And not because of the possible killer scenario. Thankfully, Steve gets back to business talk.

Shar: How would this work, legal stuff aside? Do you script this?

PuppetOfMasters: Do I look like I script shit?

Shar: I'm not the one with Only Fans

PuppetOfMasters: Fair. I think we could just set up cameras and do whatever we feel like. Then decide together if the footage will be released or not. 

Shar: Sounds reasonable

Shar:When would you want to do this?

When?

Eddie hasn't thought that far. In fact, he felt like he hadn't been thinking for the past couple of days. 

I'm the sole god of my schedule so I'm open to anything, he types evasively.

Shar: I have some time off next month, could fly to wherever you need me

Next month seemed close. Extremely close. Or maybe it wasn't? He never worked with anyone before. Hell, he didn't even have that many friends to meet up with. 

Next month works I guess, he answers despite his nerves.

Shar: Wanna face time before we start the legal work?

His nerves escalate, making his mouth dry. He reminds himself he's done this before, he's on camera all the time. 

PuppetOfMasters: Like, right now?

Shar: Yeah?

PuppetOfMasters: Ok, give me five minutes.

Eddie shoots up, checks himself in the mirror, and finds a good angle for his phone to set up. He lowkey hopes Steve picks up with his dick in the frame so Eddie can block him with a clear conscience and forget about the whole thing. When six minutes from his last message pass, he hits 'call'.

"Hi," Eddie squeaks when the video connects. Steve Harrington's arms are in the frame, crossed on the desk, and toned where he's leaning on them.

"Hi," he greets him with a dazzling smile. 

It is the guy from the photo, so at least he's not being catfished. And he has none of the creepy simp energy Eddie feared. He's just... a guy. It's both a relief and a disappointment. 

"Well?" the guy asks.

"Well, what?" Eddie frowns. 

"Are you disappointed? Am I too old?"

Eddie looks at him properly. His hair is lighter on the sides, but not grey yet, and the video quality doesn't make any wrinkles stand out to him. Maybe some worry lines, crow's feet if he squints. He looks like he keeps in shape, too. Eddie wouldn't call him old. Mature, maybe. A DILF slowly transforming into a Silver Fox. 

"You look fine. Good. You look good. Attractive," Eddie fumbles with his words and barely stops himself from facepalming. This is why he mostly texts.

Steve smirks at him. And holy shit, a dude twice his age smirking at him shouldn't be doing things to his body.

"You sure? You're not gonna block me after we hang up, are you?"

Eddie shakes his head.

"I stand by our plans. You're passing my creep radar so far, but uh..." He scratches his cheek nervously. "I'd like to keep in touch in case, you know. A red flag pops up. I hope you get it."

Steve nods, his expression growing serious.

"Absolutely. We're strangers, after all."

"Yeah." Eddie nods, relieved. It would give him ample time and opportunities to back out.

On the screen, Steve leans more on his arms, closer to the camera. 

"So I think dick assessment is next on the checklist?"

Eddie might not even survive video calls with this guy, after all. 

[mysterycitrus]

id love to hear your thoughts on jason and damian's relationship bc i feel like despite the popularity of the idea of jason and damian bonding in the league (despite that timeline probably not working), in-canon, they do NOT like each other (for pretty understandable reasons on damian's part) but i feel like they never get their relationship meaningfully explored outside of the watered-down idea of "they are both Violent (just ignore their different reasoning and histories wrt violence)"

not to sound mean but i don’t like jason and damian having a close relationship either. partially because i think jason being affiliated with the league at all is mostly derived from the film (and possibly yjtv?) in ways that don’t make sense in comic canon, but also because like u said it’s watering down both their characters to be “the violent one.”

there are many characters damian has interesting narrative parallels to — being born and shaped for one purpose and then choosing ur own destiny — like cass cain, or chris and conner kent. i feel cass fulfills the actual sibling role that people want to slot jason into. like with cass, jason’s development happens invertly to damians. in robin son of batman, damian embarks on a quest of redemption for those he killed while in the league, an arc that iirc jason has never been shown to have on page. damian learns to be real, while jason is unmade. damian’s development as a character puts him in opposition to jason’s world view.

it’s also worth mentioning that the way their respective violence is treated is not with the same degree of compassion in fanworks. jason’s war on drugs is treated as a sincere attempt to protect the vulnerable despite the comics showing the contrary. damian is frequently depicted as an uncontrollable animal, especially in his early appearances. i wonder why that would be. their circumstances simply aren’t comparable. one of them was a child raised in an exoterrorist cult, and the other is an adult who chooses to kill. po-tay-to po-ta-to.

there could be some connection through talia ig, but again that’s still often grossly inflated or ignored entirely when people write them together. would she let jason (who she objectively knows is unstable) around her kid? eh, probably not. would jason be chill at all around bruce’s biological child? unlikely. jason has been sincerely, lethally violent to damian in the past, and damian wouldn’t forget that. it’s also worth noting that damian, when written well, is not a person who’s quick to resort to violence without it being a reaction to perceived disrespect.

however the short answer to ur q is that damians primary encounter with jason early on is when he looked like this

and i do not believe damian wayne would ever associate himself with that

[plural-affirmations]

Here's to introjects who are vastly different people compared to what they're based on!

Contrary to what some might believe, being an introject does not equate to being a carbon copy of the person that was introjected. For example, a fictive of a villain certainly doesn't make them an inherently bad, unkind, or problematic person. So, here's to the ones who are drastically different from their source!

Shoutout to:

Antagonist fictives who have roles such as caretakers/protectors/syskids/etc.

Protagonist fictives who are persecutors/prosecutors/avengers/etc.

Those who are kinder, more polite, or more thoughtful than their source

The ones who are angrier, more traumatized, or more aloof than their source

Introjects who look like a completely different person in the innerworld

Factives of figures that have done bad things who actively try to do good in the present

Introjects of objects who identify as fully or partly something else

Introjects of animals who don't act animalistic

And anyone else I missed!

You deserve to be treated with respect, kindness, and like you're your own person (because you are!). You may identify with your source, and that's totally ok! But, it's also ok to be as different from it as you are now. You have the ability to do absolutely whatever you want to!

Please remember how special you are! /pos

🖤💜💙💚💛

[muffin-snakes-art]

Hi. So I’m not a Layton guy and all THAT familiar with the lore, but a close friend of mine is, and as far as I understand Layton has a dead girlfriend? Can I please know who Magolor’s dead girlfriend equivalent in this AU is? I’m legitimately so curious. /pos

I have been thinking A LOT about which Kirby character would fit Claire's (dead gf) role. In the end I chose Taranza bc I feel he and Claire are the most similar in character. They're both really good at what they do (Claire: brilliant scientist - Taranza: immaculate mage), quick thinkers, humble, and have a lot of love to give.

I'll explain more under the cut (along with images of Claire and younger Layton for design ref), but Taranza could've also fit in as a couple other characters bc I made Sectonia as Descole. In this essay I will-

In Kirby there's an interesting connection between Magolor and Taranza. Primarily based on that one Magolor portrait in that haunted house in Triple Deluxe (like ok huh????) and also that one Star Allies Wave 3 illustration.

With that portrait existing, to me it implies that Magolor has met Taranza and Sectonia before the events of the game somehow. This theory is further backed up with the Old Friend mask in Merry Magoland. Magolor would HAVE to have known what Joronia looked like before her transformation, and that means he would also have met Taranza too at that time. I could be completely wrong about this HAHA but those are my thoughts on that.

When Wave 3 was announced, I didn't think much on the connection of the 3 characters other than they were from the first three core games of modern Kirby. But then they posted this art piece.

It's so cute how Magolor and Taranza combined their magic to create a shield for Kirby!! Both of their respective magic circle designs are melded together perfectly. Did they practice together on their own to perform this or was that a lucky in-the-moment occurrence? Either way, they must know and understand each other's magic abilities to a decent extent. Like how both Claire and Layton understands each other's careers and goals. Layton is a professor in archeology. Claire is a scientist researching time travel and other stuffs. Those fields go hand in hand, and the two do what they can to support and improve each other's passions.

Now onto the other characters that Taranza would've fit as and reasons why I ended up putting him as Claire.

So I put Sectonia as Descole. Descole has an extremely loyal partner/butler/henchman named Raymond. Yea Taranza would easily fit as him, but a few things made me decide not to. Descole may appear cold and not show it, but even in his madness he cares for Raymond. He does order Raymond around, but he still gives Raymond freewill to do as he pleases. Sectonia is very controlling over Taranza. If Raymond were to make mistakes, I don't see Descole punishing him for them. Sectonia would. She blasted Taranza away for mistaking Dedede as the hero of the lower world. Maybe when she was Joronia she wouldn't and wasn't as controlling but....I feel we don't have the full story on their relationship. I also focused more on Sectonia's overall in-game personality. I absolutely love seeing the two spiders enjoying each other's company and having fun, but in-game we never really got what Joronia really thought of Taranza. As Sectonia, she saw him as a disposable servant. You can say her personality was corrupted by the mirror, but I personally believe the mirror actually amplified her negative feelings and views. Negative emotions are brought up a lot in Kirby lore. I personally find that more interesting than just the mirror possessing her or something. I may be very wrong on that, but those are what I thought about.

Last reason, which is uhm, Raymond saves Descole from death FGDHSJ I don't think I need to elaborate on that. It would be so neat and ironic to have Taranza as Raymond, but I also wanna keep things in line as possible with Kirby lore canon.

Yet, who could be Raymond then? Idk fgdsj that's why I struggled so much. If Claire wasn't an option, Taranza would've been Raymond.

Now the one other character Taranza could've fit as is Descole's late wife. His wife was never mentioned by name, to my memory, and didn't have a huge role in the games. There's not enough information on who she was. I wanted to give Taranza a fitting role in personality and importance.

So in the end after all that thinking, Claire it is! I also don't know who else in the Kirby cast would fit her better and be Professor Magolor's late partner. One may think Susie would fit Claire more, but I've already decided she will be Emmy. Emmy's and Susie's personalities are very similar to me. And Emmy's lore? Fits quite well with Susie's. I'll draw that at some point.

So uh yea. Thanks for reading all that if you did! Hope you enjoyed the insanity

[flower-boi16]

Amphibia vs Helluva Boss: Growing vs Woobifying

So recently I've just finished watching Amphibia. Let me just say I do have some complicated feelings about the show that I don't want to talk about here (saving that for another post), although I have my issues with the show It does have some genuinely great aspects to it that do make it worth watching in the end. One of those aspects is Sasha Waybright; Aka one of the best-written characters in the show.

Watching Amphibia and seeing Sasha's character development reminded me of Stolas from Helluva Boss, except done better. In this post I'm going to compare Sasha to Stolas and why Sasha is a better character than Stolas. So, why am I making this comparison? Well simple; they are both heavily toxic people who are abusive to their victims (Anne and Blitzo respectively). They are both heavily flawed people and although they do care for their victims deep down (even if for Stolas it was a retcon but eeeeeh), they still aren't good people.

So, what's the difference? Well, it's simple; Sasha grew, Stolas didn't. Amphibia made Sasha realize how much of a toxic, selfish POS she's been being towards others, especially Anne, and the show never coddles her and tries to paint Anne as the abuser for standing up to Sasha. It doesn't try to paint her as an UwU soft girl at all, instead, the show makes Sasha actually grow as a person, realizing her mistakes and making amends for them, as well as making things up with Anne.

Anne is also never painted as being in the wrong for standing up to Sasha as well. Amphibia made Sasha grow as a person and realize her mistakes, becoming less of a toxic bitch obsessed with control. Now at the end of the series, she's leading a resistance, which is actually a great way to end her arc, because now while she is in control of something, it's no longer because she was obsessed with being in control, she's leading an army to stop an evil king and save both Amphibia AND Earth. She's in control, but now it's in a good way instead of a bad way, if that makes any sense.

Compare that to Stolas, who the narrative repeatedly coddles and ignores his mistakes in favor of painting him as an UwU soft boy. Stolas has not gone through ANY character development so far where he becomes a better person, the show never makes him become a better person. It instead constantly paints Stolas as an UwU soft boy who did nothing wrong despite him being an Unsympathetic character due to him being a shitty person.

The show never calls him out for his mistakes after Season 1, Blitzo is painted as in the wrong for not loving him for some reason and we are supposed to feel bad for him because...he can't sexually abuse his victim anymore.

Amphibia shows a toxic person realizing her mistakes and growing as a person, meanwhile Helluva Boss shows a toxic person who NEVER realizes his mistakes and is repeatedly coddled and woobified by the narrative into being an UwU soft boy despite him being an objectively bad person.

I know sexual abuse and being a toxic friend are two different kinds of bad and they definitely are not on the same level, but my point still stands regardless. And Amphibia is a KIDS SHOW mind you, yet it has better writing than this show for adults.

[the-milk-monarch]

hello there milk! really love your writing, I want to eat it very badly /pos :D. can I please request a Mike, Mal and Scott x reader with very noticeable stims? like clapping, chirping, flappy hands ect? totally cool if not!

☣︎ Hey Anon! Tysm, it means a lot! I hope It's alright.

[𝚂/𝙾 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚂]

Summary: General headcanons.

☢︎ | Total Drama | 621 words | gender-neutral reader ♡ | Mike | Mal| Scott ⚠ | Mal being an ass

[𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎]

I believe he has some knowledge about those.

I mean, he's not an expert, but he understands that stimming is a calming method.

With that in mind, he wouldn't make any comments about it.

At most would ask how it feels like, out of curiosity.

"Well... it calms me down. Sometimes I do it out of excitement as well." You explained simply. "...So... You're like a puppy who wags their tail?" He tried to joke lightheartedly, hoping it's not offensive or ignorant. "That's a first time I hear this comparison." You truthfully responded, a bit amused and not offended at all. "Is it bad?" His voice hesitated slightly as he got more worried about your reply. "No- It's actually kinda cute." And so, he immediately calmed down.

His only repetitive movement (and point of reference) is scratching his arm when stressed, but he doesn't do it on the daily, unlike you.

Would never make fun or think of you weird, and is ready to throw hands if anyone is planning on that.

Well, okay, not literally, but

He'd make sure they're not bothering you to the best of his abilities.

Unless you don't want to, which he'll also respect.

It also never bothers him.

[𝙼𝚊𝚕]

He doesn't stim, like, at all, so he doesn't get it.

But you do you ig.

He's aware about what it is and why you do it, but he doesn't care much. /pos?

He might get a bit annoyed if he's trying to focus on something and you start doing it, though.

His first instinct isn't to be nice to people, so prepare for some rough reactions at first.

"Will you shut up for a minute?"

He'll learn to tone it down.

"...Can you stop for a moment, I'm trying to think."

But he will not tolerate other people saying that.

Only he has the right to be mildly mean to you sometimes /affectionate

Even if someone were to look at you the wrong way.

He's not the one to infantilize you, as he knows you're capable of protecting yourself, but if he's feeling particularly spicy that day, there might be some domination display on his part.

"Are you looking for something?" He stared daggers at the person who dared to show any sort of negative opinion towards you. "...To get hurt, perhaps?"

[𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝]

Now this poor guy has no idea what autism/adhd even is.

Like, never heard of it.

So he'll just bluntly ask you what you're doing.

"Why are you... clapping?" He asked, tilting his hands. You immediately stopped, feeling a bit put on the spot. "Uh... I'm excited?" You responded casually, although you weren't sure of Scott's opinion on the topic yet. You wished he's gonna grasp it. "Oh." He said as you saw a bit of cogs turning in his head. You decide to spare him the figuring out by himself and explained further. "It's a stim." You calmly concluded. "You do drugs?!" His face turned into a surprise, concern and disbelief. You got thrown off your trail of thoughts, so a chuckle escaped your lips. "No- It's a stim. Not a stimulant." You elaborated once more. "Of course. I obviously know what that is." He didn't.

Be prepared for a long list of questions.

It doesn't really bother him, plus he has the benefit of now knowing your body language.

If he can make you make those movements, he won!

In case your stimming stems from stress.

Which he also gotta learn is a thing.

If anyone dares to point your stimming, he's ready to protect your honor like the hero he is.

"Hey! If you make fun of their flapping, you get the- slapping!" He was really proud of that one.

[malk1ns]

"Everyone is convinced you aren't actually dating" would be so funny for sidgeno

oh i LOOOOOVEEEEE this one.

reverse trope prompts are here :)

When Kris laughs, Sid seriously considers punching him in the face.

"Good one," Kris says before Sid can do more than clench a fist. "Is this because of the Rossi article from last week? Oh, we're the best of friends, we know each other better than we know ourselves, all those embarrassing quotes, so now you're carrying on with it and pretending you and G are actually dating?"

"No, we—" Sid starts to protest, but Kris just laughs again and hangs up.

Baffled, Sid stares at his phone, then looks over at Geno sitting on the other end of the couch, whose brows are drawn together. "I don't..." he says uncertainly. "He's not believe?"

Sighing, Sid gets up and settles himself into Geno's lap, tucking his head against Geno's neck. "I guess not," he says, muffled, wiggling to get comfortable as Geno wraps his long arms around Sid's torso and pulls them flush. "He saw the article too and thought I was playing along."

Geno hums disapprovingly. "It's not very good story, not very good joke," he mutters. "You call back?"

Sid closes his eyes. They have the windows open to let in the late afternoon breeze off the lake. His home in Halifax is always peaceful, and with the breeze and the summer heat and the distant lapping of the lake, Sid's feeling drowsy. "Maybe tomorrow," he mumbles into Geno's jaw. "Let's take a nap."

--

Sid's phone blows up the next day. First Flower, because of course, but then Dumo, and PO, and Kuni, and Pascal—guys that are on the team, guys that haven't been on it for years, all of them texting to laugh at him for trying to fake being in a relationship with Geno.

"I don't get it," Sid says, baffled, as yet another text lights up his phone. "That article...I thought we were busted. It was so..."

Geno's tapping gloomily away at his iPad. Sid wisely isn't asking what Ovi's sending him. "Yes, it's like, have to say it first to friends before they read. We practically tell them how long we're together in it, like, why they're not believe?"

They'd forgotten they had agreed to a joint interview for the Athletic until they'd woken up, had sex, and decided to get high. They'd just started feeling it when Geno's phone had gone off with the appointment for the interview in 30 minutes. Sid had gone into the basement while Geno stayed in his office so they couldn't hear each other, but the situation had been so bizarre and only gotten more so as the edibles kicked in that by the end of it Sid was barely containing his laughter, and Geno was no better.

When the article came out a few weeks later, Geno had gone white and Sid immediately called Pat for damage control. They all assumed the worst—Geno's blatant tender emotions for Sid, the way Sid talked about their time together, there was no way nobody would pick up on it. Sid figured they'd get the first inquiry within days, and he and Pat and Geno and JP had sat up on a conference call all night strategizing.

Sid had never really thought about coming out publicly as more than an abstract, but with a plan in place he felt good, prepared.

And then...nobody asked.

A few days went by, and Pat reported all-clear every night when they checked in. Somehow, impossibly, they were going to get away with it.

Sid and Geno had talked, though, and they decided they wanted to tell their friends. Hence the call to Kris, who had apparently decided to text everyone they've ever played with to tell them about Sid's "great joke".

"I have no idea," Sid replies, frowning at his phone as he turns it off. "I mean...maybe..." He hesitates.

The problem is, he kind of gets it. He and Geno have been joined at the hip since 2006, but they didn't actually get together until 2015. By then, they'd heard it all, and vociferously denied it—to friends and family, to their respective girlfriends, and to themselves, until after they were bounced out of the playoffs and Sid went to Geno's house and finally, finally kissed him.

Sid had pictured sneaking around, trying to explain away why they were spending so much time together alone, but...nobody said a thing. Nobody noticed anything different. It really forced Sid to confront just how long they'd been into each other.

So, yeah. Maybe they shouldn't be surprised that nobody believes them.

Geno sighs and tosses his iPad aside. "Whatever," he announces, "they get it soon. Hey, you want to go upstairs?" He wiggles his eyebrows at Sid.

Sid beats up into the bedroom, but it's close.

[deckofcookiez]

The Alex Kister Situation

Alright; I've been more of a lurker on here for awhile, but for months now--almost a year--I've been a massive fan of the Mandela Catalogue, and this fandom has been a major form of escapism and safety for me. So, I feel the need to say something about the current situation.

To start, I'm putting a link to the document with all of the information about what happened, as it's important to read it and learn about this whole situation in depth:

With that out of the way, I just wanted to share my own personal opinion; personally, Mandela Catalogue has legitimately become my special interest. I have pretty much obsessed over it ever since I first found it, and everything I've written or drawn since then has been to do with it. It's been very important to me, especially due to the community here on tumblr, as this fandom is probably the most supportive and open places on the internet I've found. I feel a lot more connected because of it, and it made me feel comfortable and safe.

I was in a bad mental space today, and when I found out about this, I had a pretty bad breakdown--some might call it an overreaction, but you don't know just how dependent my mental health had become on this series and fandom. (I will be working on avoiding this habit in the future, as it isn't healthy to depend so heavily on one interest)

After reading through the document, and just seeing so many opinions and contributions from others, I am almost certain that these allegations are true. But I always, always listen to all perspectives before making judgement, so I will not be going full "I hate Alex, he's a despicable person!!" before Alex gives his own point of view.

That being said, I do believe Alex has serious issues that he needs to get handled. I am hesitant to call this pedophilia, as from what I've gathered, he didn't seem to have active malicious intent towards minors(correct me if I missed something that said otherwise)--rather, I get the impression that Alex simply doesn't understand boundaries, and genuinely saw his fans as mutuals. He seems to be a person who's manipulative--whether intentionally or not--and his personal relationships, platonic, romantic, or sexual, turn very toxic because of this. So, trying to have personal relationships with fans, people who look up to him and see him in a very different light, results in inevitable toxicity as well.

I get the sense that Alex simply is a young person, struggling with mental health and gender dysphoria, who was thrust into extreme popularity very suddenly, and doesn't have the maturity level to handle it properly. Overall, I do not support him, if he continues to act like this--if he makes genuine, real efforts to deal with his mental health and his unhealthy behaviours, I would respect him for that. I wouldn't look at him quite the same, but as long as someone makes genuine efforts to better themself after doing something wrong, I appreciate and respect that, and may eventually give forgiveness. But, if he doesn't make those efforts, if he continues his patterns and refuses to try and get better, then that is on him and at that point I have lost any and all respect for him. At that point, you are not a good or reasonable person, in my eyes.

Regardless of how things go with Alex himself, though, I want to say...

You do not have to support a creator to enjoy their work!!

I am a huge fan of Danny Phantom, and that show's creator is a genuine piece of shit. Like, a truly despicable human being. That fandom successfully has, just... completely ripped the show and characters from their creator. They have cut him out entirely, nothing he says holds any impact or meaning to them and it hasn't for years. He's seriously fallen off. And it's still a fun, active fandom! The people in there are super neat!!

And, hell, look at the whole mess with J. K. Rowling!! She is an absolutely disgusting person. But so many people grew up with Harry Potter, and still like her stories, without actively supporting her--lots of creators turn out to be really awful people, but that doesn't mean that what they made is automatically awful as well. They still have some kind of creative ability, that happened to produce something that garnered a significant amount of attention.

We don't need Alex to still enjoy the concept, characters, and overall story he's created. We can still make fanworks, still appreciate what it is that drew us to the series in the first place.

Honestly, out of everything that the fallout of this would bring, I was most terrified of the fandom itself dying, as that is what truly matters the most to me. This place, these people are so important to me, and I am so scared of this community falling apart. I've already seen plenty of people stating that they will no longer be associating with TMC, and are just completely distancing themselves from it. It feels like things are already dying and disappearing and it really, really fucking hurts.

I guess what I'm trying to say, is that... if that is your choice, if you truly do not want to associate with TMC anymore whatsoever, then I don't blame you for it. I understand if you can't look at the series the same way after this, and I respect that choice.

But you don't have to, if it still means anything to you. Fandoms are more than just their creators--they're the community that has been built around the work, and this community is possibly the best one I've ever been in. I don't want to see it die. So, just know, that you can still love this fandom, this story, these characters, without supporting Alex. You can still draw the characters, make OCs, write fanfiction, etc. He won't get money from that--only from directly watching his content or buying his merch.

Finally, I'd like to say to go support the victims. They didn't deserve this--no matter what Alex's intentions were. Please support them, and regardless of how this turns out, do not continue actively supporting Alex Kister. I am sure that, whatever his intentions were, he did still harm people and that is not okay.

Also, this is all just my own opinion, based on what I know; I was not in the discord, I don't have Twitter, I don't personally know anyone involved and I have not seen everything regarding the situation as a whole. I simply felt I should state my current opinion, as I'm seeing a lot of people freaking out and spiraling and just leaving the fandom entirely. I wanted to remind people that it's okay to still enjoy this fandom and be a part of it, without Alex. My opinion may change some with new information I find, but overall, I am of the opinion that Alex should not be supported, while the Mandela Catalogue itself can be separated from him and still be enjoyed and appreciated.

And, whatever happens... Adam Murray, Jonah Marshall and Thatcher Davis are officially honorary characters in my stash of little guys. If he's not fit to keep them then they will become my creative outlet instead (and others who love them, obviously). They're very special characters to me, I can't express just how many things I have written and drawn to do with them, and I refuse to give them up.

(another addition, regarding the apparent 'alter egos' Alex apparently had: Possibly consider DID? I know a lot of people with DID will often mistake it for other things, including simply being gender non-conforming, when in actuality they really have alters that just identify differently. Not diagnosing, I don't know enough about him to make any real claims--it was just a thought.)

[lynxiepancakes]

unpopular opinion on rick grimes

i recently discovered about andrew lincoln size (spoiler: it's not huge /lh, nm) and I think that a scene in twd or towl that fully showed him off would have had a great impact on the perceived masculinity of rick (which is strangely toxic across the fandom??) and his _actual_ masculinity.

Like. Especially between cis men/boys, rick is loved because of his "corruption arc", where he showed the least emotions to get shit done - people still forget that it was always to keep his children safe but ok, because they WANT to perceive his as charismatic ( he is) latin lover (he so isn't) man that could follow other examples of toxic male leads representing mainstream masculinity.

Now, especially after TOWL, we know it's not like this at all: he was completely faithful to michonne during the entire eight years of not seeing her - even though he had no confirmation he would have ever seen her again, he's a WHIPPED man like literally the definition of simp (/pos) who worships the ground michonne walks on, respects her and effectively communicates with her, one way or the other.

We have seen thanks to the sex scenes too that he aint no beast in bed: he's the type to literally have a panic attack through it, slowly go at it, even let her lead the first time.

I think that showing off andrew lincoln's size (+ bonus him eating her 0ut would have been nice to see ngl) would have helped destigmatized one of the biggest stereotypes men - and women are guilty of this too! especially those who write fanfictions/books - continue to reinforce: that you can only be a true Man if you have a big c0ck and ram it inside someone without a care in the world that isn't related to your own pleasure.

Rick Grimes is a good role model as a character, someone guys should and do aspire to be, but they willingly continue to choose his few flaws to follow rather than his entire character built meticolously because fuck media interpretation and literacy right? /s

anyways just my two cents im sure someone did a way better job than me at explaining this lol

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The Christmas Rumble

“Alright Alright! Listen up my dearest demon-humans! For the holiday rumble we’ll decide who’s doing what! Now everyone write your names on the pieces of papers and I’ll throw them into my top hat!” 

The former Upper Moons respectfully groaned and cheered as everyone took their respective slips of paper and pens that you had them pass around. Spread across and in front of the circular sofa; the papers made their way around enough for you to collect them all. You made sure to turn around to Muzan who was pouting in the leather arm-chair behind you. 

Flipping your hat off you begin to shake it, full of the names of the humanified Upper Moons. Thanks to whatever mysterious force isekai’d them to your world, their demon statuses had been revoked. Time is reversed for them long before their encounters with the demon slayers. You had gone on long enough without them discovering their origins and you’d like to keep it that way.

“Alright first pick for head of decorations iiiissss–”

“Please let it be me! Please let it be me!” 

It was Daki or Ume who was pleading that it’d be her. You almost felt bad for what you were going to read.

“Kokushibo!”

“Noooo!” 

Daki screamed, glaring at her feet while she dug her nails into her arms. Gyutarou simply put a worried hand over his face; which had a resigned look with a splash of embarrassment. While they weren’t demons anymore they still respected their leader, who was smiling at the 1st Upper Moon. 

“Kokushibo as a decorator, eh?”

Kokushibo refused to look up, while Daki shot a glare in his direction.

“Master…please.”

“Hey Kookie its not so bad!” You decided to pipe in. “You are basically in charge of everyone getting in the Joyful mood! Which is super important this time of year!”

A small smile crept on his face as he looked to you. 

“(Y/n)...”

“Besides I’m always happy to help and you’ll have your assistant!”

“What about me (Y/n)!?”

Hanging on your waist was Daki, no longer having a tantrum on the couch. With no doubt phony tears she hugged at your waist; purposefully making puppy dog eyes up at you. You didn’t mind her forwardness but Muzan did. 

“Daki, you’ll get something I promise. I just can’t give the position to you without being unfair to the others.”

“Who cares about the others? Don’t you love me?!”

The ‘L-word’ had many perking up. Even instigating Sekido to fling his slipper in her direction, lightly plopping off her head. She turned slowly with a growl rising in her throat. Gyutarou also snapped to attention clutching a throw pillow as he glared at the humanized clone.

“Oi oi you looking to lose your hand today!?”

“Guys! Guys!? Come on not now please!”

“Grrr I just washed my hair (Y/n! And it threw it at you too, (Y/n)! Don’t you think it should be disqualified?”

“It?! Why you selfish little b–”

“Watch your tongue or I’ll cut it off!”

You wanted to move between the two, only for your trek to be stopped by Daki who seemed insistent on keeping you in place. Right now it was pillows but you knew it would escalate. Aizetsu looked as though he would cry while Urogi and Karaku began to laugh. Also amused another Upper Moon clapped.

“Ooo how exciting! Who knew assigning positions could be so fun?”

“No! No, Doma this is not fun this is–”

“A mess (Y/n).” Muzan interrupted, matter of factly. “I suggest we should post po-”

“Oh? Are we fighting with pillows now!? What are you all children?!”

You tried again, “Zohakuten…”

“Shut up!”

“Hey don’t tell them to shut-up, brat!” This was Daki still clutching your waist.

“I’m higher than you!”

“So? You can barely reach the table now.”

He growled at her to which she returned the favor. Meanwhile the others were getting quite violent with smashing those pillows against eachother. You’re sure just a second ago you caught Urogi straight-up punching the newcomer Gyokko. You could hear the embarrassed sigh from Kokushibo and the giggles-turning to laughter from Doma. Somehow all were still oblivious to the angry aura surrounding Muzan.

“At this rate there’s only one way to get them to stop.” Akaza spoke earning the attention of those not participating in the pillow-brawl this had become. He shot you a look before looking at the hat and back at you. You smiled nodding your head as you got the message. You took a big breath readying your vocal chords for a much needed shout.

“ALRIGHT! Who ever stops fighting both verbally and physically gets to choose who works with me them as well as their position.”

In a manner of seconds the room had quieted. Gyutarou settling to glare at Sekido who returned the favor. The other iterations of Hantengu settled down as well, leaving Daki to quickly scramble back to her seat. All semblance of fighting had ceased as they waited for your verdict.

You nodded in thanks at Akaza, smugly sending a look towards Muzan who had an unreadable expression on his face. You turned to the group with a triumphant smile. 

“Alright everybody so the winner is–”

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“This sucks! This isn’t fun at all!”

“Stop your whining Urogi and finish your piping! I’m going to be mad if you screw up these cupcakes with your sporadic designs.”

“But your always mad!”

“Shut up!” 

Even though he was shouting at his team it was nice to see…most of Hantengu’s clones working together. Sure, Aizetsu was whining about something, Karaku was playing with dough, and Zohakuten occasionally yelling at the former two. But this was nice. 

A far cry from the usual chaos these four tended to create. 

Speaking of chaos you spotted Douma and Kokushibo dawning their hand-made ugly sweaters as they played (read as: fought over) the soft tape measure. Kokushibo surprisingly took up the task of stitching the ugly sweaters together having found sewing and crochetting as his latest hobby. Douma, after whining about not being able to work with you decided he’d join the 1st Upper Moon. No doubt, totally planning to be the biggest obstacle Kokushibo is going to have to face.

“Oh (Y/n)! We’re working on taking measurements, just come over here and I’ll ack–” 

The blonde was caught in an unrelenting headlock that had him gasping for air. The one performing the headlock, was Kokushibo trying to wrench the cloth tape measure from the other’s tight grip. He casually looked to you and bowed his head.

“I apologize (Y/n) but while we’re on the topic. May I get your measurements?”

You chuckled nervously. “Uh how about I send it to you later, okay?”

Kokushibo nodded, tightening his hold on Douma who had the nerve to whine about it. 

Passing by them you happily watched Daki, rocking a spare cosplay of a bedazzled captain outfit, as she ordered her brother and Gyokko around. Both joined (also read as: blackmailed into joining) her team of decorators. Pointing her manicured index in tandem with her shouting orders only stopping when she saw you in her peripheral. 

“So what do you think? I know you said…whatever you said about tradition or whatever. But I figured some other colors would go better than red and green here.”

“Oh wow. That really is…fantastic.”

That’s all you could conjure as she posed near the mantle that looked as though a confetti canon was turned into a strip of garland. You rubbed at your eyes as you spotted the doorway surrounded by mistletoe. You rejected the urge to shudder. 

“Why all the mistletoe? For the tradition you only need one.”

“She said somethin’ about there being  ‘no case of plausible deniability.’” Gyutarou offered coming down from the ladder he was on. 

He sent an apologetic and tired look as he stared back at his her handiwork. 

“Sorry if this isn’t the look you were going for…she wasn’t exactly willing to honor it.” You both looked to the pink bats she began hanging on the wall. “Like at all.”

A smile spread on your face. “It’s fine. All I wanted was for you guys to make the holiday you’re own. So if your happy that’s all I can ask for.”

A fervent blush spread across his face, forcing his eyes to trail away from you as he kicked at the ground. You were too cute! Before you could ask if he was okay, Gyokko stomped into the room holding one of his many handmade ceramics. That of which resembled a disfigured child painted with a swirl of various colors. If it wasn’t for the…unfortunate inspiration of past memories, you’d say it’d fit perfectly with the theme Daki was going for. 

The head decorator sneered. “Ew you don’t plan to put that near my christmas decor, do you?”

Gyokko obnoxiously growled, ”Shut up! You’ve been telling me from the get-go how to dress this disaster of yours–”

Daki let out an offended gasp. 

“Disaster!? Why you have some nerve! I should just tell (Y/n) how you got your ‘inspiration’ for those misguided portraits you made. ”

“--You wench! Those were a beautiful!”

“They were nude and badly drawn! If I wasn’t destined to see it myself one day I’d draw it just like you–a desperate cretin–would!”

“Guys how about you both—Oh My Gosh!” 

From fingers poking into one another’s chest to kitchen knives they seemed to get a hold of. Moving to intervene, you’re suddenly jerked backwards behind Gyutarou who is arguably getting more red than before. 

“I’ll break it up….you’d be upset if Gyokko bled out right?”

“Yes! Of course I would!”

“Figured. I’ll try to get him out…in some piece.”

He forged on and you were grateful he offered in the first place. Unfortunately just being human against former-demons who’ve successfully killed in their human forms doesn’t make you equal. In fact your more often surprised at the vast difference in strength. 

Speaking of strength you turned your attention to see a ladder tapping haphazardly on the window. You run to the door quickly donning a coat and hat before running out to the ladder by the window. As you suspected Akaza was on there wobbling occasionally as he set the lights. 

Putting your foot on the bottom of the ladder, stabilizing it. The Upper Moon looked down at you. No longer in danger of falling at any time you scold him.

“Akaza! I told you to wait for me! I or my helper would of helped you!” 

He sighed,”I wouldn’t want to bother you or the Master anyway.”

“I’m bothered because you didn’t ask me! I’d also me be more than bothered if you fell down this ladder!”

You’re sure he’s laughing as he finishes putting up the lights, sliding down with expert ease. Still holding onto a leg of the ladder you’re finally face-to-face with the decorator of the outside, smiling smugly as he pushes past you. 

“Thanks for your help (Y/n). Now will you go inside? I wouldn’t want you catch a cold.”

Putting your hands on your waist, you made a face. “Stop acting like I’m made of glass, Mister and let me help!”

He unexpectedly grabs you by your shoulders, easily lifting you up and placing you out of his path.  Shaking his head he reaches for the other lights he left on the ground before beginning to unraveling them. You stomp your foot before catching up to him, you begin to help grabbing the other end of the tangled string of lights.

“Don’t underestimate your helper, Akaza.”

“I never said underestimated you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You playfully nudged him as you began to succeed in detangling it. Missing the way he longingly looks at your focused face you only recognize his sudden change of mood. Following his line of sight you watched the man with fedora beckon you from the door of the house. He stops his creeping hands, the ones that nearly intertwined with yours along with the messy knot of lights.

You debate ignoring him before sending a look to Akaza. He shakes his head giving a woeful smile as he nudges you in the direction of the door. With a dramatized huff you leave the untangled lights to follow Muzan who urges you to follow him into the house.

“Was there actually something you needed me for?”

“Does there have to be anything?”

“I already decided that I’m going to help everyone get ready! What could you possibly need?”

He quirked an eyebrow, casually snatching the hat off your head before turning. Easily dodging your attempts to grab it back as he calmly pretended to study the trim, that had a brand name inscribed.

“I need you. I don’t need any other reason.”

In a desperate attempt you pulled at his sleeve, making his cat like eyes flick to your frustrated face. 

“Well yeah but you kind of do. Everyone needs me today.”

Fasterthan you could comprehend, pale hands unzip your jacket holding you close to his towering form as he peeled it off your shoulders. 

“Perhaps but I always take priority.”

You struggle against him, “No you don’t. Everyone matters-”

He pulls you even closer by the coat, your arms still within the sleeves. Rendering you unable to pull away as you’re trapped by the coat’s design. You looked up at Muzan attempting to hold your stance as the heat of his breath danced at the top of your head and intense gaze stayed on you. 

“Not like I do.”

In swift movements the coat was off of you, Muzan was hanging your jacket, and the door you walked through was closed once more. After a glance you went for the door again only to stop at the grip on your wrist. 

“Muzan.”

“(Y/n).”

You wriggled your wrist as he pulled you close. With his arm wrapped over your chest, he let you struggle as his hold was unrelenting. When you relaxed, you could now feel that heated breath on the lobe of your ear. 

“Are you finished?”

“I-I don’t understand you Muzan.”

“And I, you.”

“Could you just let me go, I want to help everyone.”

“Then you can help me.”

He stepped forward, forcing you to follow his steps as he guided you both to the steps. You stopped struggling after skidding your feet along the floor did nothing to brake his path. 

“What do you need help with?”

He didn’t bother to respond instead opting to tickle your neck with the cool sharpness of his fangs. Threatening to pierce your skin, it was telling enough. You relented, willingly letting Muzan led you to the room he claimed his own. Holding his hand instead you found his stare to be…forgiving. 

“This is the season of giving is it not?”

Strewn on the former-demon’s bed, you held your hand over your heart as if trying to still it’s frantic beating. His pale hands cupped your own, trailing the length of your arm until it led to your shoulder, then to your neck. 

“It is.”

“Then for this Christmas,” he gingerly caresses your jaw. He leans in with his ever-insistent fuschia stare honing on his prey. Swallowing a scream you closed your eyes as he trailed down your neck to the buttons of your shirt. 

“Give yourself to me and only me.”

[cattonicdragon]

Hey love your stuff could you do mantis tigress viper po shen and tai lung x a camel spider reader that can manipulate wind.

Mantis,tigress,viper,po, shen and tai lung x camel spider reader who can manipulate wind

I'm glad u like my stuff!

Also here a reference image for those of you who didnt know what a camel spider is,bc I'm going to be honest I never what it was until now and I both love and hate it

Proof read-ish

My tumblr isnt lagging to much for once ☺️

Also ty for requesting some kfp villains 👹

^camel spider

Mantis

Now I'm not sure how big camel spiders are but I assume they're possibly a bit bigger than a mantis so

Mantis is happy that someone is around his height

He finds you very menacing though,hes not going to lie about that

Hes actually surprised when you tell him your fangs arnt poisonous,they do still hurt but arnt venomous

This makes him feel abit better but hes still abit weary

You make for a good opponent,considering your size and everything it makes a fair fight for mantis

Your both really small,fast and talented so you make for a powerful duo.

You scare of quite abit of people,If you dislike this mantis will do his best to comfort you

The fact that you can manipulate and control wind is so fucking cool

If people thought you were a hard opponent to beat before,well they'd be in for a surprise

One time you managed to trip monkey with your wind manipulation,mantis found this hilarious,after making sure monkey was okay of course

Your a dangerous and menacing enemy and mantis is all for it

He likes cuddling you alot

He wonders if you can spin silk

Tigress

She has alot of respect for you

Despite being small you make a worthy opponent

Your also one of the only ones who's able to beat her

Shes impressed with how much raw strength you have despite being so small

Your wind manipulation plays into how easily your able to best her

She likes to train with you and push your limits

She wants to improve the both of you,pushing the limits of your powers and pushing herself beyond her own limits

If shes ever a little to hot she can feel a small breeze come her way

She likes picking you up and placing you on her shoulder

She'll never let mantis on her shoulder but she will absolutely let you

Should anyone ever threaten to step on you they're going to be stopped immediately

Tigress wont let disrespect like that slip past her

Shes also surprised your fangs dont hold any poison

She likes to softly pet your fuzz

Viper

She loves your fuzz so much

She likes to slither around with you on her head

The fact that you can manipulate wind is so fascinating to her,your so small and yet you can controll such strong air currents

Shes weary of your fangs at first till you disclose that they arnt venomous

She dosnt find the fact that your a spider scary she loves it

She likes to spar with you every so often

You help her put the flowers she has on her head

She wonders what the world looks like from your pov

Shes incredibly sweet with you and softly pets you with her tail

She finds it adorable when you put your front legs up when you try to be menacing

She honestly finds you more cute then menacing(probally because shes a snake)

She likes to put little things on your head like acorn tops and small flowers so you can match her

If you let her dress you up she'll happily hold you up like a kid who just dressed up a cat

Po

Hes thinks your cool but finds you abit scary

Keep his distance from your fangs

He had a hard enough time beating mantis and you have wind powers?!

He dosnt spar with you to often(probally bc he knows his ass is gonna get kicked)

He likes picking you up and putting you on his shoulders or head

When you use your wind it can actually be pretty peaceful aslong as hes not getting flung around by it

He likes to softly brush you fuzz with a finger

Will try to handshake with each leg of yours

When sparing he trys to be as careful as possible

He trys to see things from pov

He trys to learn wind manipulation as well,let him have his fun

He likes to play with his action figures as you watch

He likes to ramble about the things he likes and just talk in general

He tries to make a tiny house or dummy for you,they either end up to big or to small but it's the thought that counts

He likes to learn about what you can and cant do as a spider

Shen

Hes surprised how a little thing like you is so strong

He loves to spar with you and push your abilitys

He dosnt learn for a long time that your fangs arnt poisonous

Hes surprisingly careful with you,dont mention it though

He will sit you on his shoulder and will almost forget that your there

If anyone stares at him or you when you are he'll glare at them harshly

He makes sure your as respected as him

He sees you as his equal no matter your size

Hes fascinated by your wind powers and will constantly ask about it and try find out how far you can go with them

If you ever need help getting up somewhere he'll hold out his hand so he can help you get up

He's affection deprived so he dosnt know how to ask for it,he'll give subtly hints though

If hes annoyed with someone in the room theyll suddenly be escorted out by a sudden strong wind,how strange

Tai lung

He has a tone of respect for you

He sees you as one of his worthy opponents

He loves sparing with you way to often

He finds you wind manipulation interesting and sometimes hes a tad bit envious of it

Needs reassurance sometimes of how great his is

He also likes to pet your fuzz

He asks you to watch or join him train

He likes to make accomplishments with you

Hes fascinated by the fact your fangs arnt venous and even thinks that you had your venom switched out for your powers 💀

He likes to put big things on your head just to watch you pull it off with an annoyed expression

When you hold your arms in the air he finds it funny and actually has a hard time believing it's a defense mechanism

Holds you close to him as a makeshift hug

He will try not to hit you with his tail

It can be hard though since your so tiny

[k-tarotz]

can you do wonyoungs ideal type? <33

{ Wonyoung's ideal type }

masterlist | Paid readings | Ko-fi

ꢾ𓍢ִ໋　She likes it if someone doesn't let their emotions get the worst out of them, someone who doesn't have anger issues or a harsh/cold personality. She can't handle such people who impulsively yell or even break something in the heat of the moment - she most likely went through an experience that caused this preference of hers at one point of her life; which is why she takes if very seriously.

[This came through a lot by her higher self, it is not a fact and I don't know her personally, I'm really just mentioning what's coming through]

၄၃ She also really likes it if someone knows exactly what they want in life, someone with goals and who is willing to put work and effort into things to reach those goals. Someone with lots passion. Someone who she can make many happy memories

ꢾ𓍢ִ໋　Someone extroverted who has lots of energy and will take her to many different places and dates, regardless respect her boundaries and when she needs alone time. - also someone who will love her rightfully and equally as much as she will love them, nothing less, not someone who will just leave her for someone else or when she goes through a hardship to just leave

၄၃ Her ideal type is also someone who acknowledges her and her hardwork, her talents, her beauty and possibly future things like when she will cook for them! Possibly someone who has words of affirmation as main love language alongside with acts of service and quality time as those are the most important to her

ꢾ𓍢ִ໋　Also someone who is reliable and trustworthy, she would want to be able to open up fully to them even about emotional things so definitely someone who won't tell anything about her to someone else especially not without permission. Definitely someone who respects her boundaries no matter what happens

၄၃ Someone strong and courageous who doesn't mind defending and protecting her if needed, yet let's her be independent as much as she wants. Someone with a good heart

ꢾ𓍢ִ໋ Her ideal type is also someone she can relate to, possibly who made some similar experiences like her or shares some personality traits like her - also s/he should have the same humor as her, she would find it attractive if her s/o can make her laugh and cheer her up also

Thank you for the request, love! 🤗🩵

Cards that fell out: 10oS, strength, PoS, 2oC, 5oS, 3oC

The dividers aren't from us, credits to the owners

- h

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Do you think Levi is Kaylor child?

I do not think that Karlie and Taylor have a child named Levi. Here is why ...

Karlie did an interview when she was pregnant with her first child, and she specifically said that she was going to keep her child private. She then proceeded to call the paps while wearing a necklace that said 'Levi' on it after he was born. My recollection is that the first time she wore it few people noticed it, so the next day she wore a larger version of the necklace/name. Keep in mind these were the typical staged pap walks on the streets of NYC. So she wanted this necklace seen.

I do not pay enough attention to the pics we see of the kid(s) to give a proper opinion on whether we are always seeing the same child or not. We never really see the second child so I will leave him out of this. But Karlie also made sure that the first child (Levi) was seen by the paps staring right at the camera. The photos were not blurred out like this one in the DailyMail:

There is no way those photos of his face (not blurred) get published unless she wanted Levi's face to be seen. She also shows Levi quite a bit (pap walks, ads, instagram), which is the exact opposite of what she said she would do in her interview. So I have a hard time believing Levi is her child. I could see him being Jerk's child (although Jerk does not seem very affectionate with him).

Levi and another small child (assumed to be Karlie's second son) were sitting on Charles and Sheryl Kushner's laps at the Karlie street sign ceremony. The Kloss family appeared to ignore both children and the Kushners (based on the photos we saw). So I lean toward these two boys being Jerk's and Mikey's kids. The Levi name was definitely chosen to connect to Jerk's family.

I know plenty of people do not agree with me, but do we really think that Taylor and Karlie are letting their kids sit on the Kushner criminal parents laps at that ceremony? We don't believe anything else that Karlie and Jerk try to sell (dating, engagement, marriage, etc). Karlie keeps her personal life private, yet Levi is all over the internet. So why would we believe this public display of her family?

Of course I also have a hard time ignoring that Taylor wore pink on the night Jerk announced a baby's birth (presumed to be Levi's but the caption was generic),

as well as all of this:

I respect those who disagree with this, and it is a bit of a touchy subject.