#my fav color since childhood!!!

[jjands]

Out of all the desk sets, I am most likely to use sylus's irl

[astrxealis]

thinkin abt parallels between my FAVES from DIFF FANDOMS (i mean lucisan and wolgraha)

[ambros1an]

Hsr characters in a Soulmate au

warnings: sunday backstory, implied Gopher Wood being a bad father (Sunday), implied stellaron hunter Sunday, discrimination (aventurine, not said by reader), debt (aventurine), firefly backstory, 2.0-2.2 penacony spoilers

characters: Sunday, Aventurine, Firefly

a/n: it's so obvious who's my #1 fav in this

Sunday: writing

Throughout the world, everyone had the ability to communicate to their soulmates through writing on their own skin.

Sunday doesn't remember much about his childhood. His home-world was entrenched in war. The only constant in his life was his own sister, and the strange symbols on his wrists.

After being taken in by Gopher Wood, he would be taught that those symbols were words, and they came from his Soulmate. Excitedly, he'd take to the books to communicate with the person on the other end. At first it was little doodles, then broken sentences, and then full on conversations.

He wrote about his sister, the charmony dove, music and literature. One day, the writing stopped. You'd jot down messages in concern, so worried to the point your hand writing looked like illegible scribbles. He never did tell you his name after all.

After years, finally you got a response.

'Meet me at Dreamflux Reef, here, at 8 pm.' You couldn't help but notice that your soulmate's penmanship had improved after all these years. The once poor excuse for cursive wasn't just printed letters attached to one another, but font-like in it's neatness with broad loops. Despite the brief words written on your skin, your stomach rolled. Was it nerves or excitement?

There was a little hand-drawn map, taking up a portion of your forearm, with an 'X' on the location. You approached the streetlight ahead of you. It was five minutes before 8 pm, at the exact area he told you to be at.

There was somebody there. In the darkness, it was hard to see. The streetlight offered little brightness. Just a faint glow upon whoever it was. They were clearly halovian, a light bounced off their halo, providing a shine in your line of sight. Contrarily, they stood in dark clothes. And seemed to be fidgeting...as if waiting for someone.

As if on cue, the figure straightens up and turns to look at you. Those grey feathers and yellow eyes were unmistakable.

"Mr. Sunday?" The man hasn't been seen since the Order was chased out of Penacony.

"I didn't expect you to show up early," Sunday gives a halfhearted chuckle, then he calls your name, "you are them, right?"

"Yes, but-" You look towards your arm where the writing is located.

He sighs and shakes his head, "I...I'm the one who's been writing to you all these years." Sunday lifts his sleeve, on it is your reply to him, asking where he's been, and saying you'd be there.

Your soulmate was Sunday. The former head of the Oak Family. An MIA criminal. But also your childhood friend, who you never met.

There was so much to say, but the only thing you could think to ask was, "Why? You've been gone for so long..."

"I'm sorry. My fa-the dream master, prevented me from reaching out to you. He wanted me to be 'the chosen one' for The Order. I'm sorry that it took so long for me to-"

Gently, you put your arms around him.

"I was so worried. Please, talk to me. About everything."

He would, but now, all he wanted to do was rest in your embrace.

Aventurine: eye color

Everyone has one of their eyes the same eye color as their soulmate’s, until they meet.

It’s something that’s so arbitrary and meaningless to most people. There are only so many colors in the universe after all. But not yours.

“Sigonian.” Disdain.

“Poor child.” Pity.

“Whoever your soulmate is, you’re better off not meeting them.” Disgust.

Sigonia. A far off planet somewhere in the galaxy. Lightyears away. Where a people known for their unique eyes resides. Or used to reside.

Looking into the mirror, your right eye looks back at you, it’s a purple tinged with blue. You wonder what your soulmate’s would’ve looked like. You’ve long since accepted that any possible soulmate would’ve died years ago. Not even baseless rumors could settle any feelings of loss.

Knock Knock

Debt collectors.

The gentle knocks turn into bangs. The person standing outside takes a full walk around your house, peering inside any windows in search of you. The IPC was relentless when it came to debt. They'd make constant calls, tell your neighbors, blackmail their debtors, tack on more and more money, all to collect as much money as possible.

Just as your nerves calm down your phone rings. It's from a family member.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I'm calling from the IPC." That's not them. The voice is male with a smoothness to his voice. He disguised his number.

Just when you're about to hang up, "Don't hang up yet, I have a proposition for you." He instructs you to open the door.

You follow his instructions. Each step you make, the pit in your stomach gets wider. The door creeks as you turn the knob.

Two purple eyes, with a blue ring around the pupil. Sigonian. His eyes mirror your right one. But, within his reflection you see your own two regular colored eyes. Wait-

The man's mouth drops in shock, but instantly pulls into a grin. He hangs up the call.

"I see what's going on here. This time, the charge is on me," Aventurine insists. He's covered in designer clothing from head to toe, with golden rings lining each finger. You know right then and there that anything you say will get you nowhere. You're just glad he seems to be on your side.

"...Thank you."

"Mmm, but I never said it was without recompense." Shit. "In return, I'll provide you with a better place to live. This place is a bit...run down," he takes a glance around your home, and you can't help but feel embarrassed.

"Thank you, Aventurine, but that just sounds like I'll be in your debt."

He waves you off. "Debt? No, friend. What kind of partner would I be to let my soulmate fend for themselves?"

Firefly : timer

Every person across the galaxy has a timer leading up to the meeting of their soulmate.

4,000 years. Approximately 35,040,000 hours.

That was what Firefly had.

When she first awoke in her incubation chamber, it felt like she could wait forever. Their purpose was to devote their entire being to Glamoth. She did not dream. Not of the warmth of someone’s hands in theirs. Not of someone telling her that she was more. That was not a right of a weapon.

Yet, under the ashen sky and fields of smoke, not a single light shone through. Glamoth would never see the sun again. That was no place for a firefly.

For the last time she broke all protocol.

They unfurled their wings and chased the light. Finally, Unit AR-26710’s heart fluttered for a purpose that wouldn’t destroy.

24 hours = 1,440 minutes = 86,400 seconds.

They’d be landing in Penacony soon. She looked at her wrist, where the countdown was located. 1 day. She could feel her heart beat in her throat; she was so nervous.

Love. Kafka taught her that emotion. She’d never felt it before. Not that way.

Her eyes never left the window.

5 minutes = 300 seconds.

299, 298, 297, 296… Thinking in seconds was faster than minutes. It made time go faster. Minutes felt like eternity.

120, 119, 118, 117… Were they standing in the same area? Could she be looking at them right now? How far apart were they? Would they be tall or short? Would they be the time to put milk before cereal? Would they even like her?

10, 9, 8, 7… She watched the time tick away. She didn’t dare to look up least she burn up from the inside. It felt like her propulsion accidentally activated.

4, 3, 2, 1—

A figure crashed into her from behind. “I’m so sorry!”

0

She turned to look, and there you were. Yet, there was no celebration like she imagined. No hugging. No holding each other in an embrace. Instead, your face was pulled into grimace. Your arm gently interlocking with hers. Your posture was tight and hunched. All the signs of an uneasy person. Two Bloodhound members trailed after you.

“Did we do something wrong?” Firefly moved to stand in front of you

“That’s classified information,” one of the bloodhound guards say, gaze shifting off to look at you.

“I really didn’t do anything.” You look at Firefly with a pleading look.

The girl looks back at you and nods. She grabs your hand, the one the countdown is located on and charges for the alleys.

You hear the slap of their shoes against the concrete. The hurried pants of the guards. The footsteps behind you get louder and closer. In spite of the danger, all you can think about is the girl whose fingers are intertwined with yours. It brings a rush to your cheeks that only a breeze can soothe.

When your soulmate rounds the corner of the alley, her warm hand laced with yours turn a cold metallic. Her other hand placed around the small of your back in support. The suit of the armor is cold against your skin, but there’s a heat that radiates from the chest of the mech. It soothes your nerves. The lack of heat from her hand interlocked with yours may be replaced, but it was welcome.

When she unwraps her wings from behind her suit, a warm air erupts around you. Suddenly, you’re in the sky. The wind ruffles your hair, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when it dawns on you that you’re in your soulmate’s arms.

‘How would the other hunters react if they knew she blew her cover? Kafka was definitely going to tease her."

a/n #2: aven's was so hard to write. he feels like such a sleazebag in this but its only because he's in work mode I promise !! I want to do more of these bc it was fun.

[seventiesweetheart]

ANY PATRICK HOCKSTETTER OR VANCE HOPPER FLUFF IMAGINE PLEASE

𓆩♱𓆪 ghost boy.

obsessed! patrick hockstetter x fem! childhood best friend! reader

WARNING. none much, this is purely fluff! but patrick is a teeny tiny bit of a yandere for reader.

A/N. haven’t written in while because of school but thank you so much for the 300 likes on my rafe fic! it warms my heart seeing people repost it sm <3 anyway, i know i’m really late but hope you like this, anon! might make a vance one soon :>

the summer sun beat down on derry, its warmth failing to melt the cool indifference that patrick hockstetter felt towards the world around him. leaning against the graffitied wall of the abandoned factory, he watched the town's inhabitants with a sneer. they were all predictable, annoying, and utterly boring.

all except for y/n.

a smile tugged at his lips as he saw the girl approaching, her hair catching the light of the sun in a way that made his heart stutter. every one else perceived patrick as a mystery, just another one of henry’s best friends which fully meant he was not one to be messed with. but to y/n, he was her best friend since childhood.

"hey, patrick!" she called, her voice bright and cheerful, piercing through the monotonous hum of the town. she jogged up to him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "you won't believe what i found today."

he watched her intently, his gaze suddenly softening. "what is it?" he asked, his voice low and only slightly gruff.

y/n pulled out an old, worn book from her (fav color) backpack. "look at this! i found it in the library. it's full of so many creepy stories about derry. thought you might like it."

patrick took the book from her, his fingers brushing against hers for a brief moment. he felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, but the girl was too oblivious, her attention already shifting to something else.

"thanks," he murmured, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. she was always doing things like this—thinking of him, bringing him things she knew he'd appreciate. it was part of why he liked her so much, part of why his feelings for her had morphed into something deeper, something a bit more obsessive.

y/n plopped down on the ground beside him, leaning back on her hands and tilting her face towards the sky. "it's such a nice day. why don’t we do something fun?”

patrick sat down next to her, the book clutched in his hands. he could feel the warmth radiating from her, the smell of her shampoo filling the air. "like what?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he caught a whiff of her scent.

she shrugged, her smile widening. "i don't know. maybe we can explore that old house on neibolt street? i’ve heard it's haunted."

patrick's lips curved into the mischievous smirk that y/n has grown all too familiar with. "sounds like a plan," he said, loving the thrill that danced in her eyes. he'd follow her anywhere, even into the deepest parts of a haunted house. anything to keep her close—to keep her as his.

as they stood up and started walking, patrick's mind comtinued to race with thoughts of her. y/n was the only person in this town who made him feel something other than disdain. she was the light in his otherwise dark world, the only person he could never afford to lose. and though she had no idea, he was determined to keep it that way—at least, for now.

because as long as she didn't know about his little crush, she wouldn't be scared away. and patrick couldn't bear the thought of losing her, his only friend and the only person who made his life in derry so much more bearable.

[goldfades]

𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 / 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 / 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ─ JH⁸⁶

TRACK 18 ─── IMGONNAGETYOUBACK

TTPD CELLY MASTERLIST !

౨ৎ ─ summary | almost a year ago, your whole was shattered by the one person you'd never thought would hurt you. and now you were back in the city where it all started with one simple mission ─ get him back.

─ word count | 2.5k

─ warnings | oof where do i begin, angst? obviously second-chance romance, slightly suggestive, mention of drinking/getting tipsy, jack being a cocky ass, slightly fluffy? idk just a lot of word vomit but yeah!

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─ ev's notes | yaya! first ttpd celly fic is out!! hoorayyeeee!!! also i've been listening to this album like on fucking repeat since friday and holy shit, this is probably my third fav now (sorry speak now). i also literally can't choose a fav but according to my music app, i've listened to so high school 72 times since it came out!!!!!!!!

YOU SWORE YOU'D NEVER COME back to New Jersey ─ but, here you were.

How you ended up here, tipsy and alone in this bar? You're not exactly sure. What you do know is that the night started in your childhood home with your parent's very expensive bottle of wine. And now you were here, in downtown Jersey in one of your old high school dresses that fits a little tighter than it did almost 5 years ago.

Your lips were stained red as you ordered another glass of Blueberry Gin & Tonic. You didn't know when you had started drinking Gin & Tonic but a lot had changed in the last couple of months. You didn't even know who you really were anymore, it was blurry.

And you could blame all of that on your high-school sweetheart ─ the person you'd thought you'd spend the rest of your life with. Key word: thought, as in past-tense.

As you swirled the ice in your glass, memories flooded back like a tidal wave crashing against the shore of your mind. The late-night drives down highway roads, the whispered promises of forever, and the way your heart used to skip a beat at the sight of his smile. But somewhere along the way, those promises faded into echoes, and the smiles became almost bitter memories.

It all came crashing down a few months ago. The pain was like a dagger through your heart, leaving you gasping for air in a world suddenly devoid of color. You lost the one person in your life who made you, you. You had to relearn who you really were without him.

And in the aftermath, you tried to pick up the pieces of your shattered and almost confusing life, but the wounds were too deep, the scars too raw. So you ran, running from the memories that now haunted you, seeking solace in the anonymity of far-away cities and unfamiliar faces.

But no matter how far you ran, you couldn't outrun the ghosts of your past. They followed you like shadows, lurking in the corners of your mind, waiting for a moment of weakness to strike.

And tonight was no different.

When your eyes locked with his familiar blue ones, a particular ghost of your past appeared. And you didn't miss the way you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw his now grown-out hair (you'd never let him grow it out when you were together) and his soft stubble that you always made him shave. But it suited him, he looked more mature.

But you weren't surprised, it almost seemed like fate. Almost. If it weren't for the fact that you knew, in the back of your mind, he always liked spending his Saturdays playing pool with his friends, in this exact bar. You pretended like you hadn't planned this entire thing.

And so you feigned ignorance, pretending as if you hadn't noticed him at all. You kept gazing at him, taking him in. You felt the anger rise in your body as your nose flared, beginning to think sober up again. You took another swig of your drink and turned away from him, you could practically hear the wheels turning inside his head as he analyzed you right back.

A few moments pass and as you predicted, you felt a tap on your shoulder. "Y/N?"

You met his gaze and it felt so much different from the last time he'd looked at you. He looked... surprised? Is that even the right word? You felt his eyes scan you up and down, the tight dress fitting you perfectly in his mind.

You, too, had changed since the last time he'd saw you. Your hair was slightly shorter and more put together, you looked healthier and more mature. Less like a teenager and more like an adult now, but that's just how aging works, right? Not only did your looks change, but the way you carried yourself.

God, you were sexy. Jack always knew you were beautiful, it was undeniable. But after not seeing you for months now, you looked like a dream ─ a hauntingly beautiful vision that stirred something deep within him. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by the way you carried yourself, with a newfound confidence and poise that spoke of strength.

He was at a loss of words. But it was Jack, of course he didn't let it show. He plastered on his award-winning smirk and let his gaze fall back on to your face. "I didn't know you were back in Jersey, you shoulda texted."

Your face contorted into surprise. Was he really trying to pretend like nothing happened? Oh, two can play that game. "I was just visiting family." Your red lips turned into a tipsy smile. "But you're right, I should've texted. How have you been?"

"Awesome. Is this seat taken?" Jack didn't wait for an answer, he just pulled out a chair and sat down. He glanced down at your drink, the smirk still very much evident in face.

God, how much you wanted to just smash his face in. But you swallowed the anger with your drink, letting him study you for a few more moments.

"Since when do you drink?" His tone was amused as he watched you swallow the liquid so effortlessly, like it was water.

Since you left, you wanted to shout. "Not until recently."

You watched as he leaned back in his chair, studying you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. "And what brought about this newfound appreciation for alcohol?" He asked, his tone still but the underlying curiosity evident in his eyes.

"Life." you said simply, your voice barely above a whisper. "Life has a funny way of changing things."

He nodded, as if he understood, but you could see the doubt flickering behind his eyes. He didn't know the half of it, didn't know the pain and the heartache you had endured in his absence. And part of you wanted to keep it that way, wanted to shield him from the truth of how much he had hurt you.

But another part of you, a smaller part buried deep within all the hurt and bitterness, wanted him to know. Wanted him to see the scars he had left on your soul, to feel the weight of the words left unsaid between you. But not to burden him, to somehow reverse all the pain he'd caused you.

"So, what have you been up to?" you asked, deflecting the conversation away from yourself. "Anything exciting?" By anything, you really meant anyone.

You saw the way Jack's smirk faltered as he shook his head. "Nope, nothin' new." But he knew that you knew the real answer.

Two months, it took him two months to move on from a 4 year relationship. "Really?" you asked, your voice laced with skepticism. "No new hobbies, no new friends, no new... interests?"

Jack chuckled, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he leaned in closer to you, his gaze locking with yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, I might have picked up a few new hobbies," he admitted, his voice low. "But nothing as exciting as running into you here, that's for sure."

Despite yourself, you felt a small, genuine smile tug at the corners of your lips at his charming response. He had always had a way with words, a charisma that could disarm even the most guarded of hearts.

"There she is," his voice was soft as he watched the curves of your lips turn upward. "I missed that."

His words sent a warm flutter through your chest, a mixture of nostalgia and longing swirling within you like a whirlpool. Despite everything that had happened between you, there was still a part of you that missed the comfort of his presence, the familiarity of his smile.

"Well, don't let it get to your head," you teased, although the playful tone of your voice couldn't mask the vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. "I wouldn't want you thinking you can charm your way out of everything."

"I'm not trying to, trust me. I can't help it." Jack smirked as he shrugged. "And for the record, I did miss it. I don't remember the last time I've seen your genuine smile."

Your smile faltered as your stomach squeezed in anxiety. The last couple of months of your relationship was spent only arguing, and the smiles had become a rarity, buried beneath layers of resentment and hurt. You swallowed hard, the memories of those final days weighing heavy on your heart like a rock.

"Yeah, well, it's been a while," you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought to push aside the memories threatening to overwhelm you. "A lot has changed since then."

"I can tell," his eyes scanned your body and you felt your heart jump. He wet his lips as his blue eyes met yours again, a grin playing on his lips. "I remember this dress. You wore it at my draft party, I remember."

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, memories of that night flooding back with a rush of emotions. You remembered the excitement in the air, the pride shining in his family's eyes as he celebrated the culmination of years of hard work and dedication.

"Yeah, I remember," you said softly, your voice tinged with nostalgia. "It feels like so long ago."

Jack nodded, a wistful smile playing at the corners of his lips as he reached across the table to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I never forgot that night," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Or how beautiful you looked in this dress."

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt like the air was knocked out of you at his words. Goddamn him, his smooth-talk, and that damned cologne that made you feel high off of him. "Shut up," was all you could muster as Jack chuckled.

"Let's go take a walk."

And like always, Jack didn't wait for an answer. He just grabbed your hand and began walking toward the exit. Your mind raced as Jack's touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. And despite your inner turmoil and the warning bells ringing in your head, there was a part of you that couldn't resist the pull of his charm, the familiarity of his touch.

You hated how he still had this effect on you and how confident he was, he always made decisions for you. You're not sure if it's really a bad thing, because how can something so bad feel so insanely good?

"Okay," you said softly more to yourself than him, your voice barely above a whisper. You allowed him to lead you away from the dimly lit bar and out into the cool night air.

As you walked side by side, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension, you couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu wash over you. It was like stepping back in time, back to a simpler era when the world was young and full of promise.

Jack pulled you into his chest as you walked, his arm wrapping protectively around your shoulders as you leaned into him, seeking solace in his familiar warmth.

Despite everything, despite the pain and the heartache, a part of you still longed for the comfort of his embrace, for the reassurance of his presence by your side.

"The dress still fits you so well," Jack finally spoke up. You could feel practically hear the grin on his face as you rolled your eyes, a smile tugging on your lips.

"Yeah, well, it's a good thing I haven't outgrown it," you replied, your voice light and teasing as you leaned into his embrace subconsciously.

Jack chuckled, his arm tightening around you. "You'd look in a garbage bag, princess. You can never outgrow anything."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Jack." You quipped.

"It's gotten me this fair, huh?" Jack's tone was amused as you felt yourself roll your eyes at his cockiness. He let out a laugh as he squeezed your arms, the way he knew you liked.

You wanted to slap the smirk off his face but instead, you just shook your head at his teasing. He still knew you so well, even after so long. As much as you wanted to resist his charm, there was a small part of you that couldn't help but be swept away by it. Jack had always had a way of getting under your skin, of finding the cracks in your armor and worming his way into your heart.

"You're insufferable," you said, though the teasing lilt in your voice betrayed the fondness you couldn't quite suppress.

Jack chuckled, his laughter warm and infectious as he leaned in closer to press a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary.

"But you love me anyway," he said, his voice soft as he met your gaze with a knowing smile.

You couldn't deny the truth of his words, no matter how much you wanted to. Despite everything, despite the pain and the heartache, a part of you still loved him ─ had always loved him. Would you always love him?

You gazed back at him, his grin even bigger as his hand squeezed your arms again. The more you stared, the more you slipped back right where he wanted. Fuck, you were back.

Your hands came up to touch his soft stubble, one of the many new things about him. Something you never thought you'd like, you swore his clean-face was your favorite but he proved you wrong.

"You like it?" Jack asked, his voice low and husky as he watched you trace your fingers along his stubbled jawline. There was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the power he still held over you.

"Yeah," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you met his gaze, your fingers lingering against his stubble. "It suits you. You look... different, but in a good way."

A smile tugged at the corners of Jack's lips, his eyes sparkling with gratitude as he reached up to gently cup your cheek in his hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Thank you," he said, his voice warm with sincerity. "I'm glad you think so."

You smiled genuinely, the anger slowly dissipating as you looked into the eyes of the man you'd once loved, wholeheartedly. His face may have changed but his gaze was still the same, the same blue eyes you'd been drawn to from the beginning.

"Let's head back to the car, yeah?" His voice came out hoarse and low, you could hear practically hear the need in his voice. And again, you let him lead you back to his car and eventually, to his home.

Your lips curved into a smirk, you'd had gotten exactly what you'd sought out to do. You'd gotten him back, but who ever doubted you?

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[ratguy-nico]

Geneuary prompt Mermaid / Magical

People I can not tell you how happy I am with how this one turned out >w<

I'll be honest... I forget today was prompt day XD I didn't find out until I saw @golden--doodler post (beutiful drawing by the way)

And talking about golden doodler thanks her for this one cause I was actually not gonna post anything for mermaid XD for real I decided to let 2 prompt out for different reasons and this was one of them.

I didn't know what I wanted to draw on this one, magical was too general for my brain and mermaid was the one that caught my attention the most. But didn't know what I wanted to do with it.

But then golden made me think in the Little Mermaid, and Gene and Rudy been Little Mermaid fans, and they bonding over the Little Mermaid, and this practically drew by itself... and I had to add a jelous Louise, cause I have to.

Gene is always stealing his mans, first Bob and now Rudy XD (Spaghetti Western and Meatballs reference) (of of my fav episodes)

So yeah.

Did I color it this way cause I had short time? Actually no, which made me very proud.

I really envisioned like this, since I made that Jimmy Jr x Zeke piece (you youngsters say Jimmy Jr/Zeke) I wanted to do something similar... if you dont know about what drawing am I talking about thats alright is a little old 😅

But yeah, really like this one, could be my actual fav, if I do say so myself (see I do one nice thing and it goes straight to my head 🙄)

Oh and the text is in spanish cause this is from my childhood memories and as a child if I heard the smallest word in english I would burst into tears... I was englishfobic as a child. The irony.

[armando-triplepapito]

New promotional pics!!

Some random thoughts:

They definitely ditched the glasses😒 I hope we get a real explanation. Not a “oh we use contacts now so…” but a real explanation like “oh Camila doesn’t wear glasses and we don’t want her to feel left out” kind of explanation.

That grey suit looks so good on Armando! Hopefully we see more of that style!! Talking about that pic, it’s funny how they didn’t dye his hair since technically he’s younger😂

[the second pic] it’s weird how there is so many pics of that day/outfit. Definitely important. If they’re actually going with the amnesia plot line I wouldn’t be surprised that’s the day Armando loses his memory.

Armando starts off calm but in this pic^ he’s hysterical and coincidentally outside where a car might pass by🫢👀

I wonder if in the last pic it’s Betty’s and Armando’s marital bedroom?? That’ll be so cute! After 20+ years from moving out from her childhood room and being married she still sleeps with stuffed toys and obviously by default so does Armando 🤭 warms my heart ugh seriously they’re both so cute!❤️❤️

I’m telling yall! Green is Betty’s fav color!! Also why the straight hair? Bring back her curls😩

Now that I think about it Ig the reason why there’s no “use” for Mariana it’s cause Patricia will be Marcela’s secretary again. Which kinda bugs me. I just hope Betty doesn’t tolerate insults again…

[baenniezz]

prompt list

i only write for these jjk characters: gojo satoru, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro , nobara kugisaki, yuta okkotsu, maki zenin, inumaki toge, geto suguru, shoko ieiri, utahime iori, noritoshi kamo, todo aoi, choso kamo, and yuki tsukumo.

i do NOT write:

incest, stepcest, ped0philia, smut, age gap, yandere, and non con (r4pe).

i have a prompt list but you can request something that’s not on the prompt list (that i am comfortable writing). i will add more prompts overtime <3 all of my prompts are based on some of my fav songs ><

prompts can be requested written, as a smau, or both. the prompt can also be flipped. ex: if the prompt is “they always had a crush on you since childhood”, you can request for it to be “you’ve always had a crush on them since childhood” you can also request multiple characters for a single request, just not multiple prompts.

prompts are also color coded. red=angst, blue=crack, pink=fluff, orange=platonic, and purple=suggestive.

1. i just wanna be yours

after long days of pining for you and hinting at their ‘crush’, you remain oblivious. one drunken night loosens their tongue, and they become straightforward enough for you to get the hint.

2. would you spare me your voice if i call?

they’ve moved even further from your reach, being claimed as someone else’s when you worked so hard to make them yours. naturally, you drift apart, never to spare the other another word. that is until you decide to come clean and confess despite their relationship.

3. when you know, you know.

how long will it take for them to admit their love for you? they deny it all day long, but deep down, they ask themselves the same question.

4. i gave up on being pretty, i wouldn’t know how to be alive.

you always wear make up. you’re disgusting without it, right? they seem to think otherwise.

5. im sorry im the one you love.

you never learned to love you properly. amongst all the books, there were no manuals titled “how to love”. but you did love them, you knew you did. but maybe they’re better off without the relationship. you don’t give them everything they deserve. right?

6. just don’t leave me alone wondering where you are.

you’re worried sick. they havent answered their phone for days. they’ve been ignoring you, waiting for you to lose interest and forget about them. can’t they see how much you love them? of course they do. this is precisely why they did what they did. that can’t have a normie like you getting mixed in their line of work.

7. i am stronger than you give me credit for.

why do they act like you’re some weakling? you’re just as strong as them! they have no right to look down on you. you dont need protection all the time.

8. im getting really fucking tired.

why risk your life for the cause of curses anyway? whats the point of becoming a jujutsu sorcerer? maybe suguru geto had a point. they’re determined not to let you spiral, but you’re already too far gone.

9. im not a crook!

you two have a tradition. every time the two of you sleepover at each others dorm/place, you steal one thing, and depending how long it take for them to notice determines what they owe you. last night, they spent the night at your place/dorm, and it took you a few days to notice what was gone. you owe them something now, and what they ask for isn’t what you’re expecting.

10. would you kill me, jerusalem?

you chose the opposing side. you’re different, unrecognizable now. how late is too late to realize your ex lover is the one you’re about to kill?

to be added..

[roxanaagriche111]

Before you read, I would like to explain some things! First off, if you guys don’t know what the rules are then please go back to the masterlist page! If you have any problems with the rules then please kindly leave!

In this story, you are a witch that is married to Divus Crewel. Before you met Crewel, you had traveled a lot helping other people during their time of need. During this time you had bump into children of many kind and help them in some way. Malleus was the first one and others came after since Malleus is older than them. You ended up vanishing from their lives so suddenly, causing many of them to try and find you. They kept searching from childhood to their college years with the Vice Dorm Leaders helping. They almost gave up until JUST recently you showed up again, but married to one of their teachers! This leaves a very bitter taste in them. Their view of you being a mother figure soon turned into a love obsession making them crazed suitors. But your husband may also be one who had destroyed past rivals trying to win your heart before marrying you. But don’t take my word for it! You’ll have to find out yourself!

I would like to warn those who are under the age of 18 to please leave. This story is for 18 and above. The reason why is that this is a dark romance story with Yandere and other things that may be uncomfortable.

The requirements of what the story holds are Yandere, dark romance, forceful NSFW (maybe), and other things that will be listed in later chapters! If you are uncomfortable with these then please leave!

Chapters with those types of warnings will be put within the chapter before the chapter begins! There will also be fun facts at the end of the story!

FYI: In this information about who you are in this story. I had already made your personality, hobby, likes and dislikes, and background while the rest you decide! If they are wrong then I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are, what you look like, etc. This is all based on fanfiction!

Thank you and enjoy!

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Name: (Y/n) Divus

Gender: Female

Age: for this story, you are somewhat as old as Lilia but a bit younger. So either pick a number between 500 and 600 years old. (You are this old because you met Malleus when he was a child or a baby. Malleus is 178 years old (18) in the main story. So I’m trying to get you to meet him early on so he won’t forget about you)

Height: you decide

Body figure: you decide

Hair color and length: you decide

Eye color: you decide

Skin color: you decide

Sexuality: straight

Wording shortcuts: (Y/n)=your name, (L/n)=last name, (h/l)=hair length, (h/c)=hair color, (e/c)=eye color, (s/c)=skin color, (fav/f)=fav food, (fav/c)=fav color

Origin: you decide

Family:

(F/n) (L/n) (father/deceased)

(M/n) (L/n (mother/deceased)

Divus Crewel (husband/alive)

Best friend:

Crowley

Trein

Coach Vargas

Sam

Species: witch

Occupation: married woman

Spouse: Divus Crewel

Suitors (some are aged up to be safe):

Riddle Rosehearts (aged up since he’s 17)

Trey Clover

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Azul Ashengrotto (aged up since he is 17)

Jade and Floyd Leech (both aged up since they are 17)

Kalim Al-Asim (aged up since he’s 17)

Jamil Viper (aged up since he’s 17)

Vil Schoenheit

Rook Hunt

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Platonic relationships:

All 1st, 2nd years, some even 3rd years if I had left anyone out.

Ortho

Checka

Grimm

Yuu

Personality:

In this story, you act like a noble lady. You carry yourself as mature and a powerful figure type. Not one to be scared or frightened of certain situations. Despite this, you are a kind woman yet tend to be childish. You know how to judge correctly in times of needs. You care for young children who are either saddened or hurt by something or someone. This leads you to have a motherly behavior around them to help aid and comfort them. You are also powerful in history despite being a witch. You will never grow old or die as you were able to make yourself immortal. Despite being noble-like grown woman. You’d instantly melt (not literally) in the arms of your loving husband Divus Crewel.

Hobbies:

In this story, you love to travel around the world of Twisted Wonderland. You love to help people, especially children as you’d often give large sums to orphanages in need thanks to you being married to a wealthy man. Your husband LOVES to spoil you rotten, but you can’t help but donate them to people in need. That doesn’t mean you throw his gifts that mean a lot to you away though!

Likes:

You love children and want kids. But you and Crewel are too busy with things going on, so it’s been put on the bottom of a to do list. You love to read and paint as well as playing the piano. You are fascinated when it comes to vintage things like antiques!

Dislikes:

You hate it when parental figures harm their own children. You end up turning them into a toad and sometimes cook them if you’re feeling evil.

Background:

You are a witch from no noble blood, but you act like it which surprises many when finding out you’re just a normal witch. You had managed to extend your life and the very thing keeping you alive is ???

You married your husband later in the years after many traveling. You both want children but have so many things to do before being able.

Fun extra fact: You dislike silver metals and iron as they are your weakness! (Like Maleficent’s weakness is iron. Only difference is that silver metals are also involved)

These are what you wear as Crewel’s wife. Man has a thing for mermaid dresses

MASTERLIST

STORY SUMMARY

PROLOGUE COMING SOON

CHAPTER 1 COMING SOON

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

people's reaction to max's death head canons

the person who requested the xander death head canons requested i do this for all of the other characters so here is max. this one is gonna be shorter bc we didn't see much of max and her interactions with the other brothers but i still wanted to make it cause i love her (also, because its shorter, it takes less time (which is smth i didn't have today)).

avery: obviously would be devastated. she just lost the person who knows her best. i think she'd read her favorite books just to feel closer to her. she'd remember all of the times she ranted about those books and she didn't really listen to her. she'd regret not being there for her as much as she could've been. i think she'd also become lost. max has been there for her since she was a child. she was the only person there for her for nearly her entire life. losing that person, i think, would make her close herself off to other people. i think she'd send money to max's parents. she'd feel guilty for absolutely no reason and would send them money to help them through their grief. i think being in spotlight a lot would also affect her bc she'd have to put up this facade all the time. it would emotionally drain her and i think she'd consider ending her life. she'd get through it with jamie's help but it would be hard.

libby: i mentioned this in my libby's death hcs, but i think they got really close over the years. max and avery have known each other since childhood and i hc that, bc of this, max and her spent a lot of time together. libby would take them out on little outings whenever she could. i think she'd react the same way max reacted to her death. she'd go to all of the places she brought them to just to feel closer to her. she'd constantly be baking her favorite cupcakes and eating them while watching max's favorite rom-com or smth. i feel like she'd also try to be there for max's parents in some way? obviously they don't know each other that well, but i feel like she'd volunteer to sort of be their therapist. she'd let them talk to her about their grief and stuff.

xander: she's his girlfriend so of course he'd be crushed. i feel like max is one of the only people who actually gets him. they're so similar in the best ways possible and compliment each other (anyways, im ranting). i feel like the joy he felt in the lab creating things would disappear. his love for scones would disappear bc it would remind him of max. basically, everything he loves would become something painful for him. i feel like he wouldn't get out of bed. when xander loves someone, he really truly loves them (tobias, his brothers, etc). he'd do anything for them, and he gets attached over time. he'd try to tell everyone he's fine, and he'd be really convincing but everyone would know. they'd try to make him feel better by buying him supplies for his experiments but nothing would work. he'd just be numb. he'd be a shell of himself. he'd only talk to avery bc she would get it. they were both close to her. they'd cry in each other arms. he'd also be the one to help clean out her room and he'd keep her fav books.

jamie: he'd be sad and would definitely grieve but he wouldn't be incapacitated like avery. he'd try to help avery with her grief but would find that to be the hardest part. seeing her lose herself would physically pain him. some things would remind him of max. he'd see a book of hers or her favorite color and he'd think about her. he'd also visit her grave quite often cause he doesn't like the idea of the afterlife and thinks it would be lonely. also i think all of this depends on how long he's known her. his grief would obviously be worse if he'd known her for 10 years vs 2 when she died.

grayson: he wouldn't be all that affected by it (depends on when she died though. same thing i said about jamie applies here). he'd definitely be in touch with her parents making sure they're ok bc he cares about people a lot. he'd try to be there for xander and avery. hed book appointments with therapists for them that theyd never attend. hed visit her grave once in a while to make sure its clean bc he'd hate it if his grave was dirty.

nash: the worst part about losing max would be 'losing' xander and avery. it also obviously depends on how long he's known max. i think that if she were to die later in life, her death would affect him more. she'd sort of become a little sister to him bc of how much she reminds him of xander. he wouldn't leave the house anymore bc he wouldnt want to leave xander and avery alone. hed be attending to him and avery every second of the day.

ended up being longer than i thought it would be but still shorter. hope you enjoyed <3. i apologize for any spelling mistakes.

[star-girl69]

Keep Me Ablaze

(Headcannons)

the early years (neytiri edition)

a/n: i hope you all enjoy some silly headcannons abt my fav silly girls

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neytiri really truly thought that you were just friends

like yeah, she thought you were the most beautiful person she has ever seen, but like she just has eyes??? it doesn’t mean anything

(it does)

she loves you so much bc you’re her bff and since she’s still quite young, she’s not sure how to express that love yet

she watches everyone else in the clan preform courting rituals

giving gifts, showing off, and it all ends with them hugging!!

and she loves to hug you

so in her mind: give gifts + be amazing = you!!!

every single day you get dragged off to the training fields for the young warriors and watch as neytiri shoots arrow after arrow with precision

you’re just clapping and saying how good she is because why wouldn’t you???

and neytiri’s all happy because you think she’s amazing and strong!!!! she can protect you and you can just be best friends forever!!!

she brings you flowers or plants all the time, and watches as you write all of the characteristics down on a sheet of paper to stick in your book

she LOVES making little necklaces or bracelets for you, using her favorite colors so that hopefully everyone will get the hint

you’re HER best friend obviously!!! you’re going to be together forever, and she’s gonna take care of you and protect you, and it’s all gonna be great and amazing!!!

then sylwanin dies, and she’s heartbroken, and she keeps trying to run for you to comfort but then the school gets shut down a week later

she understands that she can’t see you because of what the humans did, and ofc she hates them with a passion, but in her mind you’re not really human

you look like them, talk like them, but you love her and you love the forest. you’re not like them, not in the way that it matters

the reason that she calls you “my human” is because she wants to show you that she loves you no matter what you look like and also bc she’s being a little petty tbh…

for months after the school is shut down she keeps finding flowers and thinking “y/n would love this!” before she remembers

she lost her best friend and her sister in the span of a week, and she feels so utterly alone that when it eventually manifests into dreams about you she’s actually really happy

it also makes her a little sad because this is the only place she can see you

she can’t just go to the spirit tree and see you like she sees sylwanin, her dreams are random and often short.

sometimes she even has nightmares about something happening to you, and no matter what she does, how many arrows she shoots, she can never seem to save you

but, the good dreams she does have are only all the more special

after being so close with you in her childhood, and her dreams about you kinda turning into this special, coveted thing that definitely reflects into your relationship when you’re older

(aka she’s the most possessive person in the entire world)

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taglist:

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everything taglist:

@monsterwasstolen @fanboyluvr @artologia-blog1 @tulipatheticee @elvyshiarieko @fluffisalliwant @fluffi19 @jeizllz @myheartfollower @fy-fy-world @minkyungseokie @ivy-plays @blueberryfailureclinic @cryingwhilereading @thatratprincessforever

[kanekoii]

sonny where hes childhood friends w the reader and they reconnect after years of not seeing each other (they become friends again and start hanging out again) and their old crush on each other gets rekindled or however u word it... (ive been having SO much brainrot recently i am not ok) anyways scenario of that if u dont mind?

lyra’s notes -> anon…you’ve given me the opportunity to write my favorite genre of fic…

pairing -> sonny brisko x gn! reader

genre -> scenario, angst, attempt at slowburn (my fav genre)

song -> gravitation - oneus

warnings -> attempt at slowburn, i’m sorry this fic is SO long, slight hint at soulmates au at the end

sometimes sonny really wondered wether or not you felt anything at all for him. it was a constant back and forth, much like the uneven orbit of a planet that was much more realistic than the commonly envisioned perfect orbit. when you were smaller children, the both of you were too young to understand the logic of drifting away from each other. yet as the years went on, he became more distant. the final nail in the coffin was when he moved away and you had lost contact completely with him.

he had never left your mind, and you sometimes stared at the stars, silently wishing he was looking at the same ones from wherever he happened to be, somewhere in the world. you had only one remnant of sonny, a necklace with a charm on it, the other half presumably still one of his most prized possessions.

sonny sighed to himself as he stared at the blank sheet of paper. perhaps these feelings would be better expressed to you in person, but would be really have the confidence to give these feelings a voice when you stood in front of him for the first time in years? he doubted the things about you that he had come to not just appreciate but to love with all his heart would have disappeared with the time spent apart, but all these emotions sonny kept to himself would ultimately mean nothing had he not given himself a chance to voice them at all. he’s a hardworking man; all the things he wanted, he worked to achieve. the only thing out of his grasp, and even then it was only ever so slightly, was your love. he wore his half of the necklace every day in a hopeless kind of hope that one day it would mean as much to you as it did to him.

the emotions the commanding officer of the virtual special forces flowed out through his pen and onto the previously blank paper that sat on his desk, waiting to be given a meaning to exist at all. he sent out the letter to you before he could second guess himself, or else all the words he had allowed to escape his heart would be ultimately meaningless and he’d be plunged into the darkness that is keeping these feelings a secret. with his luck, you would have found someone else by now. yet some, ever so small part of his heart and mind held so tightly onto the hope that you’d one day love him as if it were his last lifeline. that hope had been driving him forward since the day he left, so what was a little more?

as you walked to the spot the letter had asked you to meet him, you saw his familiar face, standing nervously in the crowd. the world seemed to fall away before you as you ran towards him as fast as your body would allow. every second, every minute had led to this moment as your heart practically beat out of your chest amidst the blurred colors of the people around you. as you jumped into his arms, he seemed to be the only thing in the universe that had mattered at all.

your love for him grew ever stronger as you spent days together through the summer and autumn, coming to a head in winter when he finally expressed his love for you through a kiss. maybe you were destined to gravitate together by the red thread connecting your hearts. through all, that thread had never broken or disconnected. you were quite literally destined to be with him.

[ireneaesthetic]

• young royals : wilmon fanfic rec •

I've been reading a lot of yr fics lately and it's a daily habit of mine at this point, so i'll recommend some of my fav ones (i'm so bad at choosing and idk if i'll make this a part 1/2/3 thing or update it from time to time - let's see!!)

Completed : multi-chaptered

Summer of love • by @ungaroyals

summary: Through flashes to the past, follow the story of simon and wilhelm's summer of love as they reconnect years later, having moved on with their lives despite always wondering what could have been.

rating (plot, writing, characters): ☆☆☆☆☆/5

We left footprints when we passed by • by This_time_its_just_me

summary: It has been eight years since the video. Five years since hillerska. Three years since wilhelm disappeared from his life as quickly and as intensely as he had returned. Simon has done his best to move on from his past, but old ghosts are the hardest ones to exorcise.

rating (plot, writing, characters): ☆☆☆☆☆/5

The most beautiful boy • by lovelysarcastic

summary: When wilhelm first meets simon, he thinks he is the most beautiful boy he has ever seen. But simon is already in a relationship, so he does what anyone in his situation would do: try to get over his crush. What could possibly go wrong?

rating (plot, writing, characters): ☆☆☆☆/5

Right where you left me • by YourDemiurge | check the tags

summary: When crown prince wilhelm died at the early age of 18, he left three legacies behind: a video that he'd denied being in, a precautionary tale of young love and a statue outside an otherwise unknown public school.

rating (plot, writing, characters): ☆☆☆☆/5

Not if it's you • by @prince-simon

summary: A hallmark-esque christmas au in which simon is a nanny for the crown prince's son.

rating (plot, writing, characters): ☆☆☆☆/5

Letters to Romeo • by willeseas

summary: Wilhelm is romeo, a secretive entity that helps lovesick people in his hometown by answering their letters. Wille keeps himself at an arm-length distance from involving personally in the stories he's confided to, until a curly-haired boy crosses his way, and turns his world upside down from the very beginning.

rating (plot, writing, characters): ☆☆☆/5

In progress : multi-chaptered

This is everything • by paspeurpasseul | check the tags

summary: A childhood friends au where simon makes wille question everything. But their love is just as strong.

(special mention to Dark come soon also - and literally everything they write)

Obviously • by @grapehyasynth | check the tags

summary: Normal people au. In their final year of secondary school, simon and wille find themselves entering a potent, secret relationship that threatens to upend both their lives. It can't last, but neither can they stop being a part of each other's lives.

Heavy is the head • by @prncewilhelm

summary: At 8 years old, wilhelm and simon are inseparable. When simon abruptly stops showing up to play, wilhelm just wants his best friend back. At 16, wilhelm is sent to hillerska to find himself and instead finds simon—but simon wants nothing to do with him.

Doesn’t everyone belong in the arms of the sacred • by @alltoowille

summary: He painted and painted and painted and wille held him and watched, shared simon’s perspective, watched the whole thing happen, and simon felt like a fucking miracle worker, creating a world in front of both of their eyes, a world of color and light, saturated with gratitude and love and affection, a documentation of simon’s search for joy, his desire to grasp onto it, cling onto it, make it permanent.

Monotony blues • by @stardiveatnight | check the tags

summary: Over the years simon has learned that the best way to cope with the trauma that was his seventeenth year of life was telling himself two things over and over again: he was always meant to be miserable and wilhelm didn’t love him.

Get in loser, we’re going camping • by @piebingo

summary: Simon and wille go camping together, except they don’t know a thing about camping and Wille is madly in love with his best friend.

[scary-monsters]

i got tagged in two different posts by @phidont and @peapodsinspace (thank you both!!) so i decided to mash them together for ease LOL, i love doing these i just take forever to get to them :'))

Fav Color: burnt orange 🧡 been really loving avocado green lately as well, specifically if partnered with burnt orange

Last Song: "worry" by the wombats

Currently Craving: diego brando's delicious succulent-- ...nvm. a tattoo and a haircut, actually.

Coffee or Tea: tea, coffee makes my stomach very upset 😔

Fav song of all time: "star treatment" by arctic monkeys but "my own soul's warning" by the killers is a close second lately

Childhood pets: we had SO MANY oh my god.. i consistently grew up with a household of cats, my dad brought in an abandoned litter from work one winter (his job was at a steel warehouse) so i think at one point we had around 10 cats total 😳 most of the litter eventually found good homes elsewhere. but at various times we also had hamsters, a gecko, and a few dogs. all very well taken care of because both my parents are huge animal lovers, my dad was the biggest cat person i ever knew LOL.

Hobby: who has time for hobbies anymore..... no im kidding, UHH... obviously art but that's more of something i call a "passion" rather than a casual hobby. i consider writing my biggest one, probably? i don't game much anymore but i used to be into that stuff too.

Comfort show, movie, or book: HEATHERS... my fave movie ever, also napoleon dynamite. i'll also always have a soft spot for parks & rec, it got me through some rough times in the past.

On tumblr since: 2009.... 👵👵👵 i think i started out as a walking dead blog but i cleared my archive when i got into jojo

Fun fact about myself: i was IP banned from neopets twice ✌️ back in middle school 💀

open tagging, if you're reading this consider yourself tagged but also i'll just go ahead and tag a couple LONG time mutuals from literal years ago 🧡 no pressure at all though @crown-of-winterthorne @queen-eevee @semi-jpg @shortnsalt

[feycorvus]

nine people I'd like to know better

tagged by my beloved worstie @oddconvictions im jingling malevolently under your bed as i type this

usually im hesitant to do these but in the spirit of post-boopageddon interactivity i will submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known!!

last song: saving me saving you by ruen brothers, just from my shuffled spotify likes

favorite color: if i had to choose a SINGLE colour it would have to be like a nice deep rich wine/rose red but i honestly prefer colours in combinations since i think they look better contextualised by other colours! my fav combinations are red/orange/yellow/brown (autumn!), aquamarine/teal/admiral basically just oceanic bluegreens, and brown/gold

currently watching: a few things!! the main one right now is im binging black butler with my roommate because i missed out on it during its peak but it was like, their Formative Anime so im getting the runthrough before watching the new season. the other one is we're also watching dungeon meshi weekly as it comes out! and lastly ive been (very willingly) dragged into watching stargate since it's another friend's Obsession Show and its yet another thing that's up until now not been on my radar

sweet/savory/spicy: how am i supposed to choose between savoury and spicy.

relationship status: single but im not entirely sure if its because im aroace or because the whole gender thing means i dont like the idea of someone being attracted to me in a relationship context. which is weird because im a vain little peacock who likes flirting and being flirted with and i WILL preen if complimented by friends or strangers. whats up with that. gender and sexuality are weird. we'll see how i feel in a few years when ive been on T a while

current obsession: it's been solidly kingdom hearts since like january. help. this is also my roommate's fault it was another formative childhood obsession of theirs that they inflicted on me after i mentioned i was unspoiled for the entirety of the series. seriously it was like they smelled blood in the water they insisted they had to watch me play it to see my reactions and I Understand Now

last thing you "googled": "let me in gif eric andre"

tagging: i have no idea who's already done this so sorry if you've already done it!! my dash never ends so i miss a LOT

@sunsetcowboy @jacedoe @miserablecreachur @worm-knight @mostbeautifulsoundyouveeverseen

@trickymxtape @thewaythroughthewoods @anairbri @boxesfullofthoughts

(note that if you want to tag more than 5 people you need to do a line break--thanks marty for pointing it out!!)

[man-of-tfworlds]

Theresa Fowler Headcanons (Updated List)

I posted a hc list year ago 🤯 omg

So this is the update.

Theresa Fowler Headcanons (Relevant for Meaning On Earth/Gothic Files)

Her birthday is on 25th of July (Zodiac sign is Leo but who cares)

Her favorite color is yellow. It's still yellow. Even if she disguised herself as a cold gothic b!tch.

She's left handed. A bit of ambidextrous, but mostly left handed. But usually holds items in the right hand.

Her mbti personality type is probably INFJ. I accidentally got into this topic and the description of this type, was exactly how I imagined Theresa in general: shy, strange, mysterious, empathetic and emotional.

Her attachment type is anxious... Due to how she was treated in the infanthood and childhood.

When she was younger, she really liked to spin pens and pencils in her hand (stimming!) and teachers in school suggested her to be a baton twirler.

Her favorite musical instrument is the electric organ Hammond

It's also the guitar, but she learned it on her own.

Her favorite bands are Black Sabbath and Deep Purple. Later she was introduced to grunge. Her fav genre is rock and metal. But she also fond of electronic.

Her middle name is Rosemary. Fun fact: I thought of it when I was listening to Deftones song of the same name. And that's really fitting.

She's definitely autistic or schizotypal. She also has bits of BPD (borderline personality disorder)

She has an identical twin sister named Dolores. Dolores is older than Theresa by only six minutes. They grew up apart, that's why they're completely different, despite being identical. But still giving off the same vibe. (Dolores would've been best friends with Julian, since she's more gothic)

Theresa is originally from Halifax, a town in United Kingdom. But ethnically, she's not a pure british. Her mother, who's an ordinary human being, was probably from Spain. Her mom also had some southeast European genes, like Bulgarian or Serbian etc.

Her father belongs to extraterrestrial species of purple haired humanoids with some supernatural abilities. When she was born, she was different from her older twin. Theresa inherited her father's dark purple hair and undiscovered alien superpowers, while Dolores's hair was all black and she is probably, a weaker twin. Meaning On Earth lore lol.

She obviously has slight club feet.

She used to wear glasses (for better vision) but she lost them.

I tried my best to remember all the main headcanons... For obvious reasons I didn't put my NSFW-ish headcanons of MOE! Theresa into this list. Even if I wanted to make it larger. No. Just No. And I also tried my best for this list not to become a MOE retelling :(