#my hair is on the thicker side and very long and it tends to get dry and damaged so this is the kind of product I'm aiming for

[hensunrik]

what shampoo or hair products do u use?

Hey anon!

So, first of all I need to preface this by saying I'm not sure how helpful this is going to be to you in particular because my hair is dyed blonde (I too have fallen victim the unhinged bleaching persuasion rip scalp) so a lot of the products I use are for colored hair specifically but I will try to group it all together for you

Specifically for dyed hair I mostly use products from the Schwarzkopf BlondMe Care series (once every 10 days as per my hairdresser's recommendations) and in particular the detox shampoo + light mask the neutralizing shampoo with the purple toner the conditioner and the restoring balm and sometimes I alternate them with the medavita ice blond enhancing shampoo and the shampoo and mask from the schwarzkopf bonacure color freeze series.

From general products for broader hair types -here's the thing: I had an entire paragraph typed up here for you but I did some google searching before hitting post because I do not want to be that one irresponsible person that promotes things that have potentially harmful substances inside - and some of these products do have silicone in them so I am not deleting this but feel free to ignore this/disregard it/don't read/proceed with caution etc however it suits your needs

my favorite shampoos +conditioner combos are from herbal essences (I am very sensitive to smell and all of them smell so good especially the white grapefruit and mango ones), once every now and then I also like to use the head n shoulders citrus anti dandruff shampoo (on the one hand it leaves my scalp tingling but on the other it leaves my scalp tingling) and generally I have found pantene pro v classic clean to be nice to fall back on because it keeps my hair surprisingly non oily for quite a while. On the higher price end I also use the moroccanoil treatment + conditioner and the Kerastase nutritive shampoo but I have heard these might be a bit too heavy if you have thinner hair so putting that caution out there

Again it might be a bit too heavy for thinner hair but after much and arduous search the most effective thing that has saved my hair from tangling like an evil wicked witch's unholy forest is the L'Oreal Elvive Dream Long restorative mask I owe this baby my life

and last but not least my absolute favorite oil in the world the bumble and bumble invisible oil primer which stays on the hair nicely and makes it feel like silk without weighing it down but shoutout to the l'oreal elvive extraordinary oil (for colored hair) and the lorvenn argan exotic oil which I use in the summer for uv protection

[vinceaddams]

Any tips on learning to make buttonholes? I've been putting it off for.... *checks notes* like three years.... but better late than never and all that. I don't have any fancy machines so I gotta do it by hand but that seems right up your alley.

Thanks!

It IS up my alley, yes, I do most of my buttonholes by hand!

I'm actually part way through filming an 18th century buttonhole tutorial, but I expect it'll be a few more weeks before I finish that and put it on the youtubes, so in the meantime here's the very very short version. (The long version is looking like it'll probably be about 40 minutes maybe, judging by how much script I've written compared to my last video?)

Mark your line, a bit longer than your button is wide. I usually use a graphite mechanical pencil on light fabrics, and a light coloured pencil crayon on dark ones. (I have fabric pencils too, but they're much softer and leave a thicker line.) You may want to baste the layers together around all the marked buttonholes if you're working on something big and the layers are shifty and slippery. I'm not basting here because this is just a pants placket.

Do a little running stitch (or perhaps a running backstitch) in fine thread around the line at the width you want the finished buttonhole to be. This holds the layers of fabric together and acts as a nice little guide for when you do the buttonhole stitches.

Cut along the marked line using a buttonhole cutter, or a woodworking chisel. Glossy magazines are the best surface to put underneath your work as you push down, and you can give it a little tap with a rubber mallet if it's not going through all the way.

I'm aware that there are some people who cut their buttonholes open using seam rippers, and if any of them are reading this please know that that is abhorrent behaviour and I need you to stop it immediately. Stop it.

Go get a buttonhole cutter for 10 bucks and your life will be better for it. Or go to the nearest hardware store and get a little woodworking chisel. This includes machine buttonholes, use the buttonhole cutter on them too. If you continue to cut open buttonholes with a seam ripper after reading this you are personally responsible for at least 3 of the grey hairs on my head.

Do a whipstitch around the cut edges, to help prevent fraying while you work and to keep all those threads out of the way. (For my everyday shirts I usually do a machine buttonhole instead of this step, and then just hand stitch over it, because it's a bit faster and a lot sturdier on the thin fabrics.)

I like to mark out my button locations at this point, because I can mark them through the holes without the buttonhole stitches getting in the way.

For the actual buttonhole stitches it's really nice if you have silk buttonhole twist, but I usually use those little balls of DMC cotton pearl/perle because it's cheap and a good weight. NOT stranded embroidery floss, no separate strands! It's got to be one smooth twisted thing!

Here's a comparison pic between silk buttonhole twist (left) and cotton pearl (right). Both can make nice looking buttonholes, but the silk is a bit nicer to work with and the knots line up more smoothly.

I've actually only used the silk for one garment ever, but am going to try to do it more often on my nicer things. I find the cotton holds up well enough to daily wear though, despite being not ideal. The buttonholes are never the first part of my garments to wear out.

I cut a piece of about one arm's length more or less, depending on the size of buttonhole. For any hole longer than about 4cm I use 2 threads, one to do each side, because the end gets very frayed and scruffy by the time you've put it through the fabric that many times.

I wax about 2cm of the tip (Not the entire thread. I wax the outlining/overcasting thread but not the buttonhole thread itself.) to make it stick in the fabric better when I start off the thread. I don't tend to tie it, I just do a couple of stabstitches or backstitches and it holds well. (I'm generally very thorough with tying off my threads when it comes to hand sewing, but a buttonhole is basically a long row of knots, so it's pretty sturdy.)

Put the needle through underneath, with the tip coming up right along that little outline you sewed earlier. And I personally like to take the ends that are already in my hand and wrap them around the tip of the needle like so, but a lot of people loop the other end up around the other way, so here's a link to a buttonhole video with that method. Try both and see which one you prefer, the resulting knot is the same either way.

Sometimes I can pull the thread from the end near the needle and have the stitch look nice, but often I grab it closer to the base and give it a little wiggle to nestle it into place. This is more necessary with the cotton than it is with the silk.

The knot should be on top of the cut edge of the fabric, not in front of it.

You can put your stitches further apart than I do if you want, they'll still work if they've got little gaps in between them.

Keep going up that edge and when you get to the end you can either flip immediately to the other side and start back down again, or you can do a bar tack. (You can also fan out the stitches around the end if you want, but I don't like to anymore because I think the rectangular ends look nicer.)

Here's a bar tack vs. no bar tack sample. They just make it look more sharp, and they reinforce the ends.

For a bar tack do a few long stitches across the entire end.

And then do buttonhole stitches on top of those long stitches. I also like to snag a tiny bit of the fabric underneath.

Then stick the needle down into the fabric right where you ended that last stitch on the corner of the bar tack, so you don't pull that corner out of shape, and then just go back to making buttonhole stitches down the other side.

Then do the second bar tack once you get back to the end.

To finish off my thread I make it sticky with a bit more beeswax, waxing it as close to the fabric as I can get, and then bring it through to the back and pull it underneath the stitches down one side and trim it off.

In my experience it stays put perfectly well this way without tying it off.

Voila! An beautiful buttonholes!

If you want keyhole ones you can clip or punch a little rounded bit at one end of the cut and fan your stitches out around that and only do the bar tack at one end, like I did on my 1830's dressing gown.

(I won't do that style in my video though, because they're not 18th century.)

Do samples before doing them on a garment! Do as many practice ones as you need to, it takes a while for them to get good! Mine did not look this nice 10 years ago.

Your first one will probably look pretty bad, but your hundredth will be much better!

Edit: Video finished!

And here's the blog post, which is mostly a slightly longer version of this post.

[jamiewintons]

Boromir Relationship Headcanons

Boromir x F!Reader, headcanons are both SFW & NSFW (so no minors, please!). This is based on the movie version of Boromir, so if anything contradicts the books, I apologise 🙏

These are just some of the first headcanons that came to me, so I may end up doing a second post at some point! Anyway, hope everyone enjoys, and if you’d like to discuss Boromir headcanons, my askbox is always open!

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SFW Headcanons

- Boromir is quite the romantic. He’s never really been in love before you, so it catches him by surprise how strongly he feels for you. Like he finds himself randomly thinking about you while he’s training and ends up all flustered and distracted. He never saw himself getting married either - he’d always been too busy defending Gondor - but once he falls for you there’s no doubt in his mind that he wants you to be his wife.

- Even if you’re of a proper status to be Boromir’s wife, there’s a good chance that Denethor won’t think you’re good enough for his favourite son. But Boromir will not relent in his desire to marry you, even if that means defying his father and marrying you in secret. There’s a good chance that Denethor will get past it eventually anyway, because in his eyes Boromir can really do no wrong.

- He is incredibly physically affectionate - he loves giving hugs, and cuddling, and picking you up and carrying you. He loves being the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him while he buries his face in your hair. Even if he’s had the most stressful day imaginable, holding you in his arms makes all of the stress and bad things in the world seem to melt away, even if only temporarily.

- Boromir hates being away from you, though obviously his duty to Gondor means he often has to leave for battle, sometimes even for long campaigns. But he keeps you on his mind always, and he fights in your name just as much as he fights for his country and his people.

- One of the ways to make Boromir melt is to show him gentleness and tenderness. Like you tending to his wounds after a battle? You washing his hair? He’s going to fall even more in love with you and look at you with pure adoration in his eyes, just feeling so lucky to have married the most wonderful woman in Middle Earth.

- I think he’d want to have a big family, maybe four or five kids, and a mix of daughters and sons! Of course if you’re not comfortable with that, he’ll defer to your choice - he understands that when it comes to making a child, he’s really got the easy job. If you do end up having children, he’d be such a sweet and attentive father - just imagine him playing with your kids the way he did with Merry and Pippin in Fellowship 🥹 - and I like to think that he would encourage his daughters’ interests just as much as his sons’! He’s definitely making sure not to play favourites at all either, because he saw how much that hurt Faramir when they were growing up and to this day.

- (I saw an imagine post talking about dad Boromir where he plays knights with his daughters and it solidified girldad!Boromir as my favourite headcanon, but I’m having trouble finding it again - if anyone knows the post I’m talking about please send me a link, I’ll love you forever ❤️🙏)

NSFW Headcanons

- Boromir is a very attentive lover, and so so handsy. This man will be touching you all over while you’re making love, particularly focusing on your hips, breasts, and thighs. I think he’d love it if you’re on the thicker side, because it makes it even more satisfying for him to touch you.

- He can be a massive tease - especially if you have particular sweet spots that he knows how to exploit in the best way possible. When you moan loudly, he’ll look at you with the biggest grin on his face as he asks you if you’re enjoying yourself. He’s a tease with his words too - sometimes he’ll whisper something dirty in your ear in an otherwise innocent situation just to see you blush - but he’ll certainly follow through on any promises he might have made to you later.

- When Boromir’s not being a tease he’s still talking a lot, mainly a lot of praise and whispered sweet nothings. If you talk dirty to him, it drives him crazy.

- This man absolutely has a breeding kink. I don’t know what exactly makes me think that but I just get that vibe from him. Like I said above, he wants to have a big family, and he certainly fantasises about getting you pregnant. If you beg him to cum inside of you he will fold so quickly. And when you are pregnant, he can barely keep his hands off of you, though he makes sure to be extra gentle as to not accidentally hurt you while you’re in such a delicate condition.

- He eats pussy like he’s starving and you’re the first food he’s seen in weeks. If he could spend all of his time with his head between your thighs he’d probably die happy.

- Also he loves it when you sit on his face.

- He’s very proud of himself when he makes you come really hard, and he usually won’t think about his pleasure until he’s made you come at least twice, maybe three times. As such, he’s not really into quickies, he wants to take his time.

- His favourite places to have sex are in bed, and also sometimes in the bath (but touching each other in the bath usually leads to him taking you to bed).

- Boromir prefers to be able to look you in the eyes when you have sex, so any position that facilitates that will be a favourite. He does like putting your legs over his shoulders, but he also likes watching you ride him.

[cyndalyssa]

Happy almost Valentine's Day, people, and while I'm low on romantic ideas that aren't a comic, I can still write out a scene that plays out in my head every time I listen to this song.

Anyway, little oneshot about Orko and Dree Elle having a little bonding time, set in my own little continuity.

She was a Trollan Song Mage. They were known for their powerful voices, but she spoke in soft tones. She did not like small spaces and preferred to wander. She daydreamed quite often, most likely about home. She couldn’t remember just how she ended up in a different dimension. If one looked closely enough, they could see bags under her eyes (though trying to see a Trollan’s face is considered very rude).

Orko was not sure who Dree Elle was before the Horde. He had stumbled upon her during his mission to find the captured Prince Adam in the Fright Zone (which was through that portal to Eternia’s sister world, Etheria) and give him his sword–and a bonus sword for some reason–so He-Man could save the day. He had known the Horde had a “siren” singing very distinctly Trollan song spells during their invasion, and was livid at the thought of one of his own kind working for the Horde. But when he found her, she was barely levitating inside of a cylindrical glass chamber, her throat raspy from overuse, her clothing worn and hair unkempt, and her frame malnourished. At that moment, his anger fizzled away at seeing her circumstances. His choice to free her was a no-brainer. 

Thanks to He-Man, his new friend She-Ra (who Orko later learned was Adam’s long lost twin sister Adora–who the bonus sword was for), the Great Rebellion on the other side of the portal, and an angry Skeletor who did not want the Horde’s claws on his prize, Eternia managed to kick the Horde out and seal the gate. The Sorceress warned that they’d return, but when they do, Eternia will be ready. 

But, for now, Orko was focused on his fellow Trollan’s well-being. He had been frequently checking up on her in the medical bay since the invasion, keeping her company whenever she was awake and getting to know her a little. He reassured her that the medicine was safe and the food wasn’t toxic to them–he should know, he had to go through a process of making sure he didn’t have any intolerance to Eternian food–and kept track of her progress. 

Though she soon regained the strength to float normally, she was still shy around the Eternians, and often lost in her own thoughts. Orko personally gave her a tour around the palace, seeing what she was interested in. He caught the spark of curiosity when she met Melanktha, the Royal Archaeologist. He was amused at her absolute glee at trying chocolate. And she was drawn to the beauty of the Royal Garden, where she sat quietly and enjoyed the peace it brought.

Rain or shine, she liked that garden. She’d lay on the roof of the little gazebo to sunbathe and look up at the clouds, help the gardener tend to the plants, meditate beside the stream that cut through the garden, and even retreated to the thicker brush whenever she was scared or distressed. One such instance was when Skeletor attacked Eternos–Dree Elle, likely recalling a similar incident by the Horde, shrieked with enough power to bring everyone to their knees and shatter windows, and fled in tears. Despite his ears ringing, Orko quickly located her in the garden, and sat with her until she calmed down. 

She asked him to take her medallion–which kept her magic working correctly on this world, much like Orko’s wand did before it broke–after that. Though honoring her request, he couldn’t help but be a little sad to see a Song Mage not want to sing. Still, he kept it in his music box, and entrusted the key to Adam.

It was a rainy day again. A light drizzle, but a rainy day nonetheless. Orko knew that he would find her sitting in the gazebo in the garden, watching the rain fall.

Everyone was busy today. Man-At-Arms received news of Skeletor doing something in the Mystic Mountains, so he, Adam, and Teela, along with some others, went out to investigate. The King and Queen were entangled in annoying politics. The staff had their duties to carry out. So, Orko had been studying and practicing magic in his chambers for half the day, before wondering how Dree Elle was doing. 

He had thought about just teleporting into the gazebo, but the last time he did that, he startled her, and she fled to the bushes before she realized it was him. So, he went with the approach of floating through the rain with the intent of letting her see him. The now-wet wizard sat next to her, taking note of her wistful eyes. 

“Are you okay?”

Dree snapped out of her trance, and glanced at him. “Just… missing Trolla.”

He understood that feeling all too well. He had been on Eternia for years now, and while he had come to appreciate his new home, sometimes he’d be struck with how much he missed his favorite food. The fishing fields that he’d frequent with his friend Squonge to catch fish. The feel of laying in soft, golden grass and smelling the flowers at his mother’s grave. The magic that flowed around his body like a gentle stream instead of crackling like lightning. The uncle that he could turn to for advice and comfort, who he so desperately wanted to hug again. 

“Yeah. I miss it, too,” he said. “What do you miss about it?”

Dree Elle’s hands fidgeted. “The purple mountains that watched over my hometown. The meadows that I played in as a little girl. The herbs and flowers that my mother grew in the garden. The artifacts that my father carefully preserved in the vault…” She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. “My mother and father. My little brother and his mischief. My friends. The children I’d sing and read to. My teachers who taught me how to use my Song Magic.” She gave a low, sardonic chuckle. “Even the really annoying, snooty daughter of the mayor. Never thought I’d miss her and her insulting my plain dress.”

Orko blinked. “Hey, now, you look great in pink! And the purple hood, the purple undershirt sleeves, that purple… thing around your waist and hips…” He motioned his hands around his own hips to indicate what he was talking about. “Sorry, I don’t know clothing, but I still think you look good.” He thought of adding that her medallion would have tied the look together, but decided against it. 

Dree giggled. “Thank you.” She sighed, looking back out at the garden. “I was just thinking of how these plants and the ones on Etheria were different from the ones back home, that triggered the homesickness.”

“What do Etherian plants look like?”

“Lots of pinks and purples. Plenty of greens and blues too, but the pink and purple catch your eye the most.” Her eyes scanned the garden before her. “So far, I’m seeing mostly green here. I never thought I’d see so much green in my life.”

Orko leaned back, holding himself up with his arms. “I know, right? I was surprised when I first came here. You learn that green plants are dead on Trolla, only to find it means they’re healthy here.”

“At least they’re lovely shades of green.”

Like your eyes, Orko thought. He always thought that green eyes were pretty, especially when it was a combo of a soft spring green sclera and a sparkling emerald iris. A girl would look at him with those and he’d be a puddle in an instant. 

He looked up at the sky, realizing that he was staring at her eyes and wanting to avoid any implications. The guys were already teasing him about having a crush, and Man-At-Arms had pointed out that after what she had been through, she was likely not in the mood for that. She still needed a friend, though, and Orko was fine with that. 

Looking over the walls and at the blue sky breaking through the clouds, he then thought of how Dree Elle wasn’t seeing much beyond Eternos. Granted, there was always Skeletor getting up to something, but the bonehead’s shenanigans were in the Mystic Mountains this time, so perhaps Orko ought to steal this chance to get her out of her comfort zone a little. 

“Hey, Dree, you want to go on a flight?”

Dree turned to him, blinking. “A flight?”

Orko nodded, and floated off his seat. “You, me, exploring the countryside and the forest, seeing the farms and villages outside the city. Think of it as a little tour of the surrounding area, seeing how beautiful Eternia really is.”

Dree unrolled back into a standard seating position, her eyes shining with curiosity. However, after pondering a moment, fear crossed her eyes and she shrunk back. “Orko, what if those warmongers see us? What if they decide to take us prisoner, or worse?”

“Dree…” He took her hands. “It’s okay. They’re not home. At least, the bigshots aren’t. I’m sure the minions are just stuck at Snake Mountain, wondering what to do.” He chuckled at the thought, but quickly took a more serious tone. “Listen, we’re not going in that direction. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Just stick with me, and you’ll be alright, okay?”

Dree looked down at the floor, her eyes still filled with uncertainty. She took a simple glance upward at his eyes–those kind, confident, sweet golden eyes, telling her not to be afraid–and then at the golden ring symbol on his chest–a magical emblem exceptionally rare, earned by a very few worthy Trollans that could embody hope and light. With that little bit of faith, she nodded, and allowed herself to be lifted up.

Holding her hand, Orko flew out of the gazebo, up out of the garden, and took her to the break in the clouds. Dree’s heart raced as she looked down at the palace, getting smaller and smaller as the pair ascended. They entered the door that led to the clear skies above the clouds, and she gazed at how they rolled beneath them. 

“I can’t see anything,” she deadpanned. 

“Oh, I know… just thought I’d start off with…” Orko grabbed a piece of cloud and smashed it against his scarf, making him look as if he had a beard. “THIS!”

Dree’s free hand flew to her mouth and she giggled. 

Orko grabbed more cloud with the tailends of his scarf, threw it on his head, and magicked it to the shape of a top hat. He tipped the hat, revealing his usual wizard hat, saying in a deeper voice, “How do you do, Madame?” 

Dree laughed some more, covering her veiled face in an effort to contain herself. But it was difficult to do so when Orko kept shaping clouds into various hats, masks, and faces to bear resemblance to another something or someone. He even let go of her hand to mold clouds into muscles and a sword, and raising the sword up, he declared, “I am He-Man! The Most Powerful Man in the Universe!”

Between laughs, Dree scolded, “Poking fun at Eternia’s hero? Hahaha, shame on you!”

Orko laughed. “Don’t worry, he’s not uptight. I’m sure he’d find it funny.”

Then, as they flew forward, Orko started dipping in and out of the clouds, chattering and squawking like the sea birds of Trolla’s oceans, even shaping clouds around his arms to look like feathers, and that had Dree holding her gut in laughter. Beneath his scarf, Orko was grinning, enjoying the mirth that radiated from her. 

He glanced ahead, and saw another break in the clouds. He let his cloud wings fly away, and said, “All right, enough of me fooling around, let me show you the countryside I promised.”

Dree’s laughter died down, and she saw the break. Her fears started crawling back to mind, but one look at Orko told her it was going to be okay. She took a deep breath. “I’m ready.”

“All right, here we go!” 

They fell into a graceful dive through the break, like a pair of falcons in a stoop. However, the Trollans were preferring an angle, circling each other in a dance as they descended down the sunbeam shining from it. The breeze ruffled their robes and the cool mist caressed their ears, but their eyes were still on each other, both not wanting to lose the other. 

They pitched forward just meters from the ground, now flying through the meadows and farmland that surrounded them. Dree looked around, in awe of so much green. Orko waved to farmers tending their fields or ranchers tending their livestock, and even to children playing in the grass now that the sun was coming out. 

They flew over a village, where the commoners were just going about their lives. Shopping for goods from farmers and merchants, children chasing each other around the streets, neighbors calling to each other from windows–it wasn’t unlike a scene back home. True, everyone was walking instead of floating, every building was embedded in the ground instead of half of them floating, and the colors of the town weren’t as vibrant, but both settings had ordinary people living ordinary lives, something that Dree Elle wished she had again. The two Trollans waved to the townsfolk, with some waving back. 

Flying over the meadow, Orko sprinkled a little magic on the ground to invite flowers to bloom. Dree gasped at the flowers, enchanted by the colors that popped out of the green. 

They flew into the forest, weaving through the trees but still making sure to keep each other in sight. Orko made more flowers bloom, and willed them to make confetti out of their petals. The trees joined in with shedding some of their leaves, and there seemed to be a sparkle in each sunbeam that broke through the canopy. 

He pulled her to a tree with crazy roots that looked like a slide, and proceeded to slide down its slick, mossy surface. After they went through a loop and slid down the hill to a ramp at the end, they took flight again once it launched them back into the air.

They found themselves at a river. They followed it upstream, with Orko running his hand over it and creating a mist that bore a rainbow. Dree could never get why the rainbow’s arc curved upward instead of downward, but accepted it as another oddity of non-Trollan worlds. 

She flinched when Orko hit his hand on a rock, yelping in pain, and had to retreat it from the water. He cradled the hand with a sheepish look in his eyes. 

They startled various beasts along the way. Some brought to mind Cringer, though with fierce gazes unlike the timid tiger; some were more dog-like or bear-like. Some were horned and hoofed beasts, moaning in contentment as they grazed. Some were little primates, hooting and hollering at them. Snake-like Crawlers were hissing and crocodilian Garks were growling at them from the ground, unable to catch them due to their speed. Little bushtailed rodents were chittering, feasting upon nuts, and some even decided to toss some nuts Orko’s way, something he cursed at them for.

Small creatures, be they mammal, reptilian, avian, or insect, scattered, sensing the magic from Orko and deciding to flee rather than deal with him. Dree could hear chirps and squawks and caws from the branches, and she noticed that the culprits were birds. So many fascinating creatures, though she still stuck close to Orko, having seen some of the predators. 

They burst from the forest to a small lake, nestled by a cliff and being fed by a waterfall. The lake shimmered in the sunlight, and fish jumped from the water, reminding Dree of the ocean birds that did the same on Trolla. 

The pair ascended the waterfall, both running their hands through the white water. There were more rainbows to behold on the way up, and both their clothes were getting damp from the mist. 

They made it to the top of the waterfall with a leap and created a rainbow of their own. Laughter erupted from them both as they were wrapped up in their joy. They found a nice branch on a nearby tree to sit on, and stared ahead at the lush, green landscape ahead. The forest, the river, the meadows, the fields… all of it was breathtaking, up to the shining city of Eternos in the distance.

Orko heaved out a deep breath. “Whew! That was quite the flight, wasn’t it?”

Dree nodded. “I’ll say. I don’t think I noticed how tired I was getting.” She beamed at the view before her. “There’s just so much to take in.”

“Heh, yeah.”

Realizing that the tree bore fruit and recognizing the fruit as something safe, Orko plucked a large one, cracked it on the branch, and handed one half to Dree. “Here, have some. It tastes a lot like an egnaro.”

Dree took the half offered to her, broke off a piece, and slipped it under her veil and into her mouth. Chewing it, she hummed and squeaked in delight.

“Good, huh?”

“Mm-hm!”

“That’s good.” Orko leaned back, watching the rain clouds roll away into the distance. He picked a good day to explore and view the countryside, especially for Dree Elle to see. This spot in particular was beautiful, in contrast to some of the uglier sides of Eternia, such as the volcanic fields around Snake Mountain, the barren Sands of Time, or the Tar Swamps he first found himself in. 

That brought him back to his first days here, how scared and alone he felt after going through a harrowing experience. How after the worst day of his life, he didn’t have his uncle to turn to anymore. How the nightmares plagued him and how he bottled emotions up so as to not be a burden. How nothing made sense anymore, how his magic wasn’t working right, how he found himself scrutinized by every eye, both curious and judgmental, that did not know who or what he was, or whether he was good or evil. He counted himself lucky that he found the Royal Family and earned their good will by saving the prince. 

But the loneliness of being the only Trollan on Eternia had still weighed on him.

“Orko?”

His ears perked up when she turned to him. 

“Thank you. This was wonderful.”

Seeing the way her eyes beamed at him warmed his heart. She was in a difficult place herself, not too different from the turmoil he felt when he first came, though in some ways worse, given her ordeal in the Horde. But in some other ways, it was better, for there was a fellow Trollan to help her adjust to a strange new world while the wounds healed. 

Hopefully, the Song Mage would someday have the will to sing again. 

[evanpitars]

Hi! Saw the ships post, decided I'd give it a go.

I am straight, but supporting and go by she/her, maybe she/they, 16 year old, junior and taking cosmetology college classes, female standing at 5'7 and I have hazel eyes, really extremely light freckles only on the bridge of my nose, full lips, and an diamond/oval shaped face. I have a resting depressed face, and to some people sometimes I give off a "bad attitude/attitude problem". Usually to guys (from what I have been told) I am cute, or some have said I'm hot. I had my ears pierced but the holes are closed up, so I wear clip on earrings. I have a somewhat hourglass, on the smaller side body, I have been told my wrists and ankles are very small, small boobs, smaller butt, and I'm toned and I have long legs and thighs on the thicker side. I'd say I'm around 130 lbs. I have dirty blonde thick hair that rests on my breasts (couldn't think of a less awkward but as detailed as possible description), I have long outgrown curtain bangs and outgrown layers. My style is unique; I love layering skirts and dresses and sweaters and I love beanies and hats, and I always like to wear my black converse with granny-patterned-type socks. And it tends to be darker colors of clothing that I like. I love necklaces, rings and bracelets. My perfume is Pink Cashmere. I am an Aries and into astrology and crystals and spirituality, the paranormal and Christianity. I also vape. I'm kind of a chill person, but I can be loud/expressive at times. People rub off on me easily, for example, I tend to say things I've heard other people say, if I'm around them enough, for example my classmate says "period slay" and I started to say it. I tend to be the big sister of the friend group and the friend that has everything and ready for any situation type friend. I also make suxcxdal jokes. I like to draw when I have the motivation to. I love music, like can't go a day without listening to it, and I usually go for a walk for about 30 mins a day listening to music and sometimes at college I walk around the campus with one earbud in if I don't have anyone to talk to. I can play a *little* piano, but all I can play is fucking Old Macdonald. My last resort on Netflix to watch is true crime docs, I did have a Jeffrey Dahmer phase, I was extremely interested in his case, I did find him a bit attractive too, but disclaimer, I am NOT glorifying/praising him. He's a horrible person that happens to be a bit attractive. I also am a horror movie fanatic, my favorites have to be the Conjuring movies and the Insidious movies. And, of course, I love AHS. I think I might have ADHD, I get told that sometimes. I do have anxiety as well. I am mentally slow sometimes, and I struggle with focusing at times. Oh also I am a psychic and I can see spirits. I am extremely clingy, and I have mommy and daddy issues. I am very, very, very hxrny, I hate to admit it, I always make dirty jokes if I'm comfortable with someone. I love my guys emo/grunge, doesn't give a shit type mentality, clingy, touchy, possessive, protective, knows his manners, tall, mentally unstable, scraggly looking, veiny hands, big hands, and, yes of course, hxrny.

That would be me:)

Also thank you if you read my literal book.

Hello my angel! How are you?

Thank you for sending! You are very beautiful and I find you a interesting person. If you want to chat, then lets go hahaha

So at first I thought about Jimmy Darling, because of your personality, but then, when you talked about what you want in a guy everything made sense .

YOUR LOVE STORY WOULD BE WITH.... ‼️

* drum sound * 🥁🥁🥁

KAI ANDERSON

There's no need to mention your physical appearance, because you're perfect and he would love you anyway. I feel like he would love your unique style and since he thinks he is God himself, he would easily become interested in spirituality. You would talk about the meaning of crystals and, although he was sometimes reluctant when it came to the subject, he would listen carefully and make observations. The only thing he would probably joke about was the signs hahaha. If you asked him to make an astral chart, he would laugh in your face, but in a funny way hahaha .

As you are horny, you like possessive, mentally unstable boys, Kai would be the perfect man for you. He wouldn't let anyone touch you without you giving permission. He would always be analyzing his surroundings and worried about you and your day, just to protect you. If you make jokes about suicide, that would be another reason to justify this choice. I see you both laughing about a serious topic, but for some reason you found it funny. Oh another thing, idk your sexual preferences, but good lord, that man would be horny 24/7 he makes very clear in the season Cult that he likes puśsÿ and with you wouldn't be an exception. His big and veiny would grab your wrist and he would tease you endlessly, until he drove you crazy. Hands on the waist, on the back of the head, on the thighs, on the groin, on the neck and in the hair. Also he would use your psychic habilities to his crimes and watch criminal doc with, just for fun or to improve his plans.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING MY LOVE ❤️

[misc-obeyme]

I'm bored, could I draw Ciaran? I study Graphic and Fashion Design, but I draw for fun, and I'm no expert. I love character design, so could you give me some information on Ciaran's appearance and fashion style so I can give it a try?

Give me super-duper ✨️details✨️ appearance and fashion style please!! That would help me a lot.

If you want to ofc.

Of course! Anyone is free to draw any of my OCs/MC whenever they want! I know most of them don't have descriptions adslkfj but I actually spent WAY too many hours making picrews of them all so I could finally create their profile posts. I'm too lazy to make moodboards for everybody like I did for Ciaran and Arsenios.

Oh, anyway, sorry I got a bit off topic there!

You are absolutely welcome to draw Ciaran if you feel so inspired!

OH BOY. You want super duper details, eh? That's like... my specialty lol. Here I go!

Body-wise, Ciaran is on the shorter side for someone who is amab. I tend to think of them as like 5'4" and a half, but they round that up to 5'5" lol. That's pretty average for most people, but Ciaran comes from a family of tall peeps. Plus I think of most of the demons as being between 5'10" and like... 6'4" so comparatively, Ciaran is quite short. They're also chubby. Definitely all soft and round, with a sorta hourglass figure shape. Mostly hips and belly, but nothing crazy proportion-wise.

They're Irish so you know, rather pale. Not really freckled but will get them if they spend a lot of time in the sun.

Naturally black hair, but they dye it blue. This means the color can vary. Since they bleach their black hair to dye it blue, when they've freshly dyed it, it'll be a deeper more vibrant blue. But if it's been a while, it'll be a more sky blue color. It's short, the back goes to maybe the middle of their neck while the front stops around their chin. Side part that varies sides because it's wild. Not curly, but very wavy and just kinda all over the place. It's juuuust long enough to put into a tiny ponytail, which they will do sometimes. But more often if they need it out of their face, they'll clip it back with some kinda cutesy barrette. (I think Asmo has probably given them a ton of these lol.)

Their eyes are mostly dark green with maybe a hint of lighter green in the depths. They're also one of those lucky people who have long eyelashes. And they don't dye their eyebrows, so they're just black. And they're not super thick, but perhaps thicker than average? I'm not super dedicated to that detail, though.

Face is very round, due to the chubby lol. They get their ears pierced while in the Devildom, but they don't start out with that so it just depends. When the ears are pierced, they wear simple studs.

Style-wise, I describe Ciaran's style as hipster with a side of punk. They like corduroy and sweaters, but then they'll wear Converse shoes and leather jackets. Usually wears paint stained overalls when they're painting. They like bright colors so most of their sweaters/t-shirts are blue, yellow, or green. Pretty much always wearing sneakers, I'd say they have a single pair of Converse that are their favorites and they wear those all the time. Probably just black and white.

They carry around a brown leather messenger bag situation where they keep all their stuff.

Known to wear scarves whenever it's even a tiny bit cold and they're all like... plaid lol. Definitely has a preference for green/blue plaid, but will wear red/black plaid as well. Sometimes wears pants with those patterns, too.

When dressing up a little, they'll go with fancy pants, suspenders, and a bow tie with their usual Converse because they care most about comfort.

They often have their nails painted, but the colors vary depending on their mood. (Likely Asmo does this for them when they live in the HoL. Left to his own devices, Ciaran isn't super reliable about repainting his nails so they're often chipped as hell lol.)

HOWEVER. On special occasions, Ciaran will completely glam it up.

For instance, if the demons really want him to get snazzy, he will wear a three piece suit. Like it's kinda he doesn't care about this stuff. Most of the time, they prefer comfort, but if they want to, they can absolutely rock a suit and look good doing it.

Likely they're going to do some glitz with that, though. Wearing gold jewelry and having Asmo do their makeup. Style their hair so it isn't as crazy lol.

And sometimes, Ciaran will also glam it up femme style. This is very much a situation where they let Asmo dress them up, basically. But even back in the human world, they would do this. It usually involved borrowing their sister's clothes, which is funny because she's a lot taller. But Ciaran will just put on some heels and call it good.

When they do stuff like this, they like to get really flashy. So it's all sequins and glitter and such. They'll do their hair in a fancy updo or curl it or something. They definitely like that kinda old school Hollywood glam style. But this is a rare occurrence because they don't care to bother doing it most of the time. And they're also the type who will like... go to bed with a full face of makeup because they're too tired to take it off. And like if they're doing this, you know they're planning on partying.

Anyway, now that I've written an essay's worth about Ciaran's appearance and style, I hope that helps! You asked for details and well... here they are lol!

[blushingsnail64]

(PART 1) "Ursha"

Human reader on a space team with larger, scarier, and stronger alien teammates

Notes: SFW, platonic, fluff, reader has a neutral-polite-sweet personality. (The reader doesnt talk in this one but will later) THIS IS VERY INFO-DUMPY WITH LONG CHARACTER EXPLANATIONS. Not proof read, sorry for any mistakes. I'm posting this at 1 AM.

I didn't have a better word for it than "space team" but basically its just like a group of astronauts who do stuff like transport supplies. Space truckers lol. Also my FIRST like, fic basically.

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Some of your crewmates aren't exactly on friendship level with you, but they're all mature and professional at the very least- you do not want drama on an isolated spaceship in the middle of literally no where. (At least, for the most part)

But, the ones who do care about you (at least a little) are:

Ursha- introduction Not her real name, but a nickname she presented to you on your first day meeting her. Speaking multiple languages is a must for this line of work, but theres plenty of different translators to make it work as well. Apparently, its the closest sounding thing to her actual name- while also being a bit shorter. You haven't done much research on her species, but apparently although they are physically capable of more structured speech, their language consists of guttural sounds and whining. You haven't heard her speak it, but maybe one day she'll let you.

Ursha isn't exactly a teddy bear. She has a stony, matter-of-fact personality. She's about 7'6", with semi scaly red skin that dapples into a deeper shade on the tops of her strong arms (which she has 4 of) and down her forehead to the end of her nose. Her face is similar to a predator from the predator movies, but with a slightly different mouth. More like a mandrill, but wider and generally thicker. Your other crewmate, who's quite the bookworm, has noted that Ursha is actually on the smaller side of her species average. She has straight deep red hair, tied back. You have never seen her hair down.

END OF INTRODUCTION

The first day you and Ursha met, she was seemingly unfazed, but looking back as you know her now, you realized that the minimal eye expressions showed that she was quite taken aback. The shorter you are, the more shocked she is. If you're below 5'8" this woman will not be able to understand how you won't get crushed by the slightest hazard. A shipping crate wasnt strapped in properly and its bindings snap? Smushed. Mild turbulence and you fall off the loading dock platform? Splat. Space pirates hijack the ship? The end of you. She eventually realized you were less defenseless than you seemed, especially with your gear, but she still tends to underestimate your ability. You know it comes from a good place though, and sometimes it almost feels sisterly. If you try to take on a heavy load she will seemingly materialize behind you and effortlessly take part of it. If other crew mates comment or even tease her about it, she will respond that you are simply ambitious and shes being responsible by keeping you from being OVER ambitious. Her delivery is completely neutral, not passive aggressive, not compassionate.

If you get injured she also seems to have a habit of suddenly appearing. She seems quite stealthy and fast for someone of her height and bulk. One time you had quite a bad fall- Although it was just tripping over yourself in the hallway- you managed to do a weird spin in attempts to steady yourself only to twist your ankle when you finally fell as your foot caught on your other leg. Along with landing on your knee and then elbow. That was not a fun day. Upon witnessing the horror of your baby giraffe-like movements and the gruesome finale, several crew mates- Ursha included- rushed over to make sure their small human teammate didn't just die. Two of them split off to alert the medic, while Ursha and one other crew mate stayed beside you. After the initial shock, you were left just stewing in a puddle of embarrassment and bodily pain. You felt a large hand gently hovering against your back, seemingly trying to comfort you while being afraid of breaking you even further. Like someone holding an injured bird. It was Ursha. The other teammate talked to you and both of them gently rotated you into a sitting position. At this point the other crewmates and the medic were arriving.

You were carried to the med bay where your foot was wrapped. You were advised to stay down for a couple days if not longer. After you healed, Ursha would always ask how your foot was when you both started work that day. And then every day. For like a year.

[intersex-support]

Hello! This is something I’ve been wanting to talk about for a while, but was never sure who to talk about it with. I’ve also felt very drawn to this blog lately and after reading some of the experiences here, I got the courage to finally talk about my own!

I’ve wondered for a while if I could possibly be on the intersex spectrum. I hyperfixated on intersex posts and articles because autism; most recently been reading about hyperandrogenism, PCOS, and NCAH as symptoms seemed relatable to me I think? I've also had this feeling for a while of the intersex label resonating with me and found reading intersex peoples' experiences comforting. But I hesitate to use the label as I'm not sure if it'd be valid for me to. Would it?

I've been questioning and am yet to have tests done to confirm anything (+no health insurance). In the meantime, here's my story! I apologize again for the length; a lot of long-suppressed rambling ahead.

(cw: includes genitalia talk)

[ 25 / afab / biracial poc ]

I had precocious puberty starting at around 4 yrs old. I didn’t get my period, but my early puberty did include these:

Minor breast development

Strong body odor

Body hair (especially pubic, belly, and armpit)

Acne

Growth spurt (+was a "tall kid" until reaching my final height of 5'1'' at around 13)

Voice deepening

Clitoral enlargement (+often had issues with friction against it growing up, especially when wearing jeans, causing discomfort while walking. Caused me to walk funny sometimes. As an older kid, I described it as “half-thumb size” and still find that pretty accurate).

My mom once told me she took me to a doctor about my unusual early puberty where they just suggested some hormone-related treatment (puberty blocker I assume?), which she declined.

Aside from that (+urinary incontinence for much of my childhood), I had an otherwise 'normal' and healthy childhood, though had uncomfortable experience with peoples' reactions to my body. One I remember most was a swim class where while in the girls’ changing room, the other kids jumped away from me and loudly exclaimed about my body hair as I was changing into my swimsuit, treating me like I was scary. Never changed outside a stall again.

Returning to the topic of puberty; what I considered my “second puberty” started at around 10-11. This time I experienced more breast development, hips widened, worse acne, increased body & facial hair growth, periods started…

I think my periods were always regular but always SUPER painful + very heavy. Often during the first (or second) day of my periods, cramps got so bad I could barely move around and felt nauseous. I can't remember if my mom got me checked about this problem, but it'd be my “normal” for as long as I can remember. I'd also sometimes get a brief subtle 'sharp' pain (sometimes a slight ache) or "pull" sensation toward one side (especially when stretching) that I was told could be ovarian cysts. Still feel these sometimes. {*Side note: I have 2 sisters, both have infrequent periods and one is confident she has PCOS, though neither tend to experience cramps when they do get their periods.}

Growing up, my mom often made remarks about my hairiness and hormones and taught me to keep my legs shaved + had me regularly pluck my facial hair instead of shaving it (she thought shaving it would "make the hair grow back thicker"). Was always painful, but became a habit. I'd also get comments about my voice sometimes from people (especially in my teens) as it was always considered pretty deep. I began often speaking in a higher pitch on purpose to sound more like what folks considered "feminine". The way my traits were treated made me feel very insecure about myself for a long time.

Thankfully, in the past couple years, I've lived away in a peaceful space where I could learn to find comfort and love for my body. I no longer felt pressured to keep up an image. I stopped shaving and eventually stopped the facial hair plucking (which was challenging, as my mom made it a habit since my childhood). I now have a little stache I'm happy with and my chin hairs have been really coming in. It's so neat seeing the hair growth there after a lifetime of plucking it away when it tried growing. The look I have now even gives me gender euphoria (I'm masc nonbinary, a relatively new realization) and I feel very cool and handsome when I look in the mirror! I also found that my leg hair is thicker than my dad's and my brother's, which is a fact I'm quite proud of. I am very happy with myself and more comfortable in my body than I've ever been, though also more contemplative about my unusual development experience.

That's about all! I apologize again for the lengthy Ask but it felt nice to finally discuss these things somewhere, and I really appreciate that you took the time to read it! I also hope your day is going well! (And of the time of this Ask, Happy Juneteenth!! ❤️)

Hi anon! Thanks so much for sharing your experiences, and sorry that it took us a little bit to answer your ask.

As always, disclaimer that we are not medical professionals and can't diagnose you over the internet, but we are happy to give you some variations to look into and do more research on!

Based on everything you've listed, it does definitely sound possible that you might have an intersex variation. Things like clitoral enlargement, more body hair, voice deepening, and more acne all sound like signs of a more testosterone based puberty. It sounds like you most likely have a uterus and vagina due to mentioning your periods, but correct me if I'm wrong. You mentioned PCOS and CAH, and I think those would both be good places to start looking into. With everything you've stated and the extent of your traits, I personally think that CAH would be more likely than PCOS.

CAH is also a recognized cause of precocious puberty (source). It doesn't happen in everyone who has CAH, but it absolutely can cause precocious puberty. So that is something else that makes me think it might really be worth looking into CAH-especially since it sounds like you've had symptoms since a young age. It might actually be worth looking into simple virilizing CAH, not just NCAH, because it sounds like you might have had symptoms from birth. We can rule out salt wasting CAH, but it might still be possible that you have classical CAH. Simple virilizing CAH sometimes can require glucocorticoid hormone treatment so if that is the case, it can be helpful to know. I know you said you don't have health insurance and we are not a big fan of medical systems or requiring official diagnoses on this blog, but if you are ever interested in pursuing diagnosis, you would want to get your 17 OHP levels measured, your testosterone levels measures, and most likely an ACTH stimulation tests.

Less likely but still possible variations include Aromatase Deficiency, mixed gonadal dysgenesis, ovotestes, and mosaicism.

I'm sorry that people have treated you with such judgment for your traits. I understand how difficult that can be to deal with, and I know how insecure I used to feel about my body hair. I'm really happy to hear that you're feeling comfortable and excited about your body hair now--that brings me a lot of joy!!! I also stopped shaving and I love the way my leg hair feels, and I just love all the ways I can feel beautiful with my hair!

It makes a lot of sense that you've been questioning if you have an intersex variation based on everything you shared here. We can't tell you whether the label of intersex is right for you to claim or not, but if you're getting support from intersex resources and resonating with our experiences, know that there are definitely people in the community who will welcome you. The process of intersex discovery can be emotionally difficult, even if you're mostly feeling positive about it, so know that we're here for support if you want to reach out again.

Sending you the best of luck, and I hope you're able to find the answers you want!

-Mod E

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hello! This is my entry for the match-up event:

1. I use she/her pronouns and I am a cis woman. I am also straight both sexually and romantically (I just think men are neat)

2. I would like to be paired up with one of the Papas, please

3. For my physical appearance, I am 5'6, my body type is average I'd say, I'm more flat chested/thinner around my torso and thicker around the thighs and bottom. I have blue eyes, chin length brown hair that's oftentimes up in a ponytail whenever I go out and an undercut. Style wise, I really like wearing vintage/more formal wear, such as blouses with big sleeves (even better when they go higher up the neck), high waisted pants or ankle length big skirts, vests, and some nice dress shoes or boots. I almost always have a necklace and a dangly earring on one ear to go along with my outfits.

4. I'm more on the quiet and introverted side. Especially around people I don't know and haven't met before. I can tend to be socially awkward at times. It takes a bit of time to warm up to and really express myself around others. Once I am comfortable around someone though, I love spending time with them. I like being kind and generous to others and I am very loyal to those that I am close to. I like to see my friends happy and to make them laugh and I'll easily do anything for them if they ask.

5. For hobbies, I am big on music. I am passionate about the bands/artists I listen to and I love to share music with others. Genre wise I like rock from all different decades and funky indie music, though I listen to all sorts of different genres. I also like to create traditional art, and the mediums I use are pencil, fine line pens, and I'm now starting to get into watercolor. I like to do more realism type drawings. I like to read a good book every now and then I enjoy playing video games if I have a good enough amount of free time to do so. I also have a few little collections of different things and I'm always on the lookout to add onto them. I also like to watch movies, especially with others so we can make comments on what we're watching.

6. I have a big sweet tooth, especially when it comes to fruit juices/smoothies and ice cream. My love languages are quality time and physical touch (I am a bit touch starved, unfortunately). I'm not the best gift giver, but I really like to create or handmake something for people as a gift. I tend to get stressed and anxious too easily and overthink and it's something I'm trying to work on. I also really like uncommon pets, it's so cool to get to interact with animals I don't see all that often in person.

Thank you so much! (Apologies if it's a little long)

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is...Papa Emeritus IV

The first things Copia noticed about you was your blue eyes, shining bright like the Morning Star and how your smile would make his heart flutter. You’d only met a few times briefly, but during those times you’d both talked about movies and video games.

That evening you strolled through the cloisters on the way to get food, your breath hanging heavy in the crisp winter air. You paused to look through the arches onto the lawn and then up. The dark night sky glimmered with small pin pricks of light, the sheer depth of it entranced you.

“Beautiful isn’t it cara… it would be easy to just look at it all night sì?” You looked accross to see Papa Emeritus IV, he looked stunning in his glittery red jacket. He had his Papal paints on and you just stuttered some kind of response. He gave you the warmest smile you’d ever seen. “I err” he added, then he too fell silent.

A small little nervous rat noise escaped him before he said “It’s okay, I am err how should I say, not the best in social situations either. But I’ve been meaning to ask… would you like to come with me to get some food? A date perhaps?” His shifts a little waiting for your response. You happily agree and he smiles broadly.

You can relax around him, despite him being Papa you can see the man underneath it all and he is very easy to get on with. He makes you a mixtape of his favourite music and when you do the same for him he gets very excited. He’ll play it when you aren’t around and he misses you, mainly when he is stuck at work.

He adores your art, he finds it interesting to watch how you go from a blank page to the finished work. He asks if you can draw him and his rats, that becomes slightly tricky as even his favourite rat won’t sit still.

He understands what it’s like to get stressed and anxious. He’ll do anything he can to support you with that and he’s really easy to talk to about it. If he sees you getting anxious, if it helps you, he’ll wrap his arms around you and hold you close. “I’m here for you cara” he’ll kiss the top of your head. “Just tell me what I can do to help and I will”

You spend evenings together snuggled on the sofa playing video games or watching movies. When it’s a movie night Copia will sneak into the Ministry kitchens and take the largest and nicest tub of ice cream he can find back to his rooms for you two to share.

~

Written by Nyx

[kakusu-shipping]

Nepal Sanctum

What’s up party people back once again being cringe and free with more Overwatch self insert fanfiction part 2 outta who knows we’re flying by the seat of our pants in this house

Part 1: Mountain’s Peak

In which I get to meet the Omnic that saved my life, and he unfortunately meets me in return

It was a brisk morning, cold as always on the Shambali mountain top, as Mondatta walked alongside the rising sun back to his home. He’d left his personal morning meditation a little earlier than usual so he could pick up his new house guest in time to make it to group morning meditation.

“Emile?” He asked into the empty hall as the monk stepped good inside his home, gently tapping the snow from the soles of his sandals. He expected the human to still be sleeping as he approached the spare room and knocked, “It is time to get up.”

“I’m up!” Came the loud voice of an excited teenager from the other side of the door. Mondatta was a little surprised, and proud. He’d told Emile they’d be up at sunrise, but wasn’t expecting the human to actually be prepared after sleeping for three days straight.

The door opened in with a strong force, releasing the hot air trapped within from the fireplace. There stood Emile, looking extremely pleased with himself, dressed in a wrinkled Shambali robe he’d been using as a blanket. The fabric was thin, with only one sleeve, leaving Emile’s entire left half exposed. He had no shoes, with a long peice of cloth snatched at his waist as a sort of long skirt.

“How do I look? Pretty monk like, huh?” His smile was so bright, the smile of a child looking to be praised. Mondatta thought on his response.

“Y... Y-yes...” He finally settled on, tapping the human’s exposed shoulder, “Very... Monk like...” He felt he should be speaking more eloquently, but truth be told Emile threw him pretty off balance with this. “H-However, my student, it is rather cold out there and I.. Do not think this is enough..”

“Oh...” Emile looked over himself, “You don’t... Think so?” He sounded a little disappointing. Mondatta didn’t like that tone to his voice. 

In a swift motion, Mondatta removed his own upper layer. His robes were usually thicker, to compensate for his lack of outer armoring, so they should be at least a little more suitable for humans.

He pulled the robe onto Emile’s shoulders, guiding his arms into the sleeves before folding it over itself and tying it off at the waist, “There we are. That should be better.”

Emile gripped tightly at the hemming of the robes, staring much like he had the night Mondatta first spoke to him. “Th.. Th-ThankYou! Master Mondatta!” He bowed a bit, smiling to himself once again, brighter than before.

“It was no trouble, my student. Now get your shoes on, we do not want to be late.”

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The two walked through the Shambali village, Mondatta greeting monks as he walked with his hands behind his back. Beside him Emile was overwhelmed with the buildings and the snow and the monks oh how the monks enamored him so. Every new Omnic Emile turned to look at, staring as though he could absorb knowledge about them if he stared hard enough.

It was hard not to focus on, Mondatta found himself glancing down to the human every time they passed someone new, just to catch him staring back at them. The human’s interest in his siblings was endearing, the interest that drove him to leave home and climb a mountain all alone. An interest that could, potentially, change the world.

Yes an interest that-

Mondatta glanced to his side again to find his human companion gone. Humans don’t tend to just vanish into thin air, do they?

Hiding his panic the monk looked around himself, slowly as he could to appear calm, scanning his surroundings little at a time, till his sensors landed on white robes and white hair, face down in the snow.

“E-Emile-!” His voice raised a bit more than expected, drawing his sibling’s attention as he rushed maybe a bit too much to the human’s side, “M-My student, are you alright?”

“’m oood” Emile’s voice came muffled from the snow before he pushed himself up, “Just tripped, I’m okay.” He spoke confident for someone with a bloody nose.

“You are bleeding.” Mondatta corrected, helping Emile to stand. “What happened?”

“Wasn’t looking where I was going.” Emile answered, brushing snow off himself as he continued to look around, sniffling the small amount of blood back into his nose.

Mondatta supposed to himself that made sense, he’d never walked these snow covered streets, and was clearly distracted by the Omnics around him. This was clearly on him for not securing Emile better.

With a nod of agreement to himself, Mondatta took Emile’s hand in his own, “Well then, let us get moving again.” He spoke as he turned and began walking to the temple with Emile closely in toe.

He didn’t see the flush to the human’s cheeks as he stumbled quickly behind the Omnic.

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At the temple a small group of monks sat together at the top of the stairs, among them just the man Mondatta was looking for.

“Good Morning, Brother Zenyatta,” He greeted merrily as he approached the group.

Zenyatta, a small Omnic in a similar state to Mondatta, stood, along with the rest of the group, and turned to address him, “Mondatta, good morning.”

“How lucky to find you here.” Mondatta clasped his hands together, barely holding in how giddy he felt as he motioned to the human at his side, “This is Emile. Emile, this is my brother, Zenyatta, he is the one who brought you to us.”

The other Omnics in the group looked to Zenyatta quizzically, the largest of them, a ravager with his cords pulled from the back of his head resting splayed out down to his shoulders, leaned down to the smaller and asked, confusion in his voice, “You brought a human here?”

“It was not my intention..” Zenyatta answered back in a whisper as he looked down at the human, who stared back up at him with the same enamored eyes he’d given every other Omnic on the way here.

“Emile, was there not something you wanted to say to Zenyatta?” Mondatta gave the human a small nudge.

“R-Right!” Emile squeaked in a terribly human way and stepped forward, gripping tightly to the robes Mondatta had lent him, “Th-Thankyou, Zenyatta, for sa-aving my life! I hope I can make it up to you some day!” Emile bowed his head to the monk before him.

Zenyatta seemed to flinched back a bit at the human’s movements, “Yes, well... It was no big deal. Please excuse us.” With that, the group dispersed away from Mondatta and Emile around the temple.

Mondatta didn’t like the tone in Zenyatta’s voice, it was one of nerves. The quick way he left as well... Truth be told, everyone was feeling rather distant this morning, even when they greeted Mondatta they did so a few steps away. Perhaps allowing Emile to stay was a mistake if his mere presence put his siblings on such edge like this...

“-Model, constructed first in 2048, first addition, crafted wooden tables-”

“What was that?” Emile’s mutterings dragged Mondatta from his thoughts, he looked down at the human who snapped out of it.

“Oh- S-Sorry I was, uhm... T-Taking note of... the models of Omnics here...” The human’s face flushed slightly as he fidgeted with the collar of his robes.

“Their models... Who was that you were speaking of?” Mondatta leaned a bit to get to Emile’s eye level.

“Oh, um, there. Copper red robes, the one throwing the ball to the one in scarlet.” Emile pointed.

“Ah, that is Willow. How did you know that about her? That she made tables?”

“Her hands,” Emile wiggled his own fingers, “She has flexible finger joints that allow for more precision, along with ball jointed knuckles that allow for her fingers to be removed and replaced with tools, usually chisels and v tools I believe...”

“You knew that... from just her hands?” Emile nodded. “Intriguing...”

Mondatta stood back up, hand on his chin as he looked over his siblings once again. This human’s fascination started with models, their builds and purposes in the past. His sibling’s interest in the human start at stop just as surface level, they were too cautious to approach him, simply for the fact he was human.

Mondatta’s fans whirred, for a similar reason a human may hum, as he handed Emile a meditation orb and motioned, “Well then, why don’t you go take the empty mat by Willow and we will start morning meditation.”

“Ah- Y-Yes sir!” Emile quickly ran to his place, holding the orb tightly in his hands.

There may be a lesson to be learned from this human yet, he’d just need some time.

[bee-dot-exe]

It's official. The most wholesome thing I've ever written. I went ahead and combined the prompt for today, "snow" and the one for the 14th, "family" and, well, here you go! @especdreamy

Snow Day

No triggers

625 words

My ankles popped as I stretched out my muscles after staying in the same place for multiple hours of the night, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and blinked as I got used to the pale light streaming through the sheer curtains.

I noticed that the place next to me in the bed wasn't as warm, meaning the person occupying that space had been up and moving for at least a little bit, I patted the pillow, missing the head of messy brown waves that lied there at night.

I opened my chest and found the items that made up my usual suit, tussled my hair a bit, and headed down to the smell of breakfast.

Tubbo stood at the stove, making some type of eggs, with his back to the rest of the room. Michael was sat in a highchair, a small empty plate on the tray in front of him.

I walked over and tussled the small tuft of pink hair, earning a somewhat sleepy, but happy grunt. Then I walked to Tubbo, putting my long arms and slender hands around his waist, causing him to temporarily stop frying the eggs.

"Good morning."

"Morning, Boo! Decided to let you sleep a little bit longer and get started on breakfast. Eggs sound good?"

"They sounds great."

"Great!"

One of my favorite things about Tubbo was his seemingly always bubbly personality, he didn't like to show many other emotions if he could help it, which was sometimes worrisome, but I was always there to be a mediator or a pillar of support.

"I was thinking after we eat, we can take Michael out to play in the snow?"

That sentence earned a series of very pleased sounding grunts.

"I don't think we have much of a choice in the matter after that."

I laughed.

"Well then the sooner we eat, the sooner we can play, not too fast though!"

Tubbo said while placing a small fried egg on the plate on the highchair tray, which I had already begun cutting for Michael to enjoy.

Bellies now full, we got Michael dressed in his warmest things. Tubbo also put on a coat and hat. I put on a thicker pair of pants, a long coat, a hat, a pair of gloves, and boots. I needed extra items for extra protection, even though snow didn't always have the same effect as water, it came close, and better to be safe than sorry.

All of us went out the door and into the abyss of cold white fluff that spanned for miles in every direction. Michael toddled in front of Tubbo and I, a bit clumsier than normal due to the layers of clothing on top of his tiny body, a tuft of pink peeking out from the front of his hat. Giggling, Tubbo picked him up, and they ran further into the tundra.

Michael's sounds of excitement and Tubbo's laugh were probably my two favorite sounds in the world. They were probably my two favorite things in the world.

Watching Tubbo crouch to the ground to play with Michael and help him build snowballs, his too long bangs leaning and covering mostly to the left side of his face, scars up his cheek and over his eye peeking through, he was breathtaking.

I reached up and touched my own, running under both eyes, consequence and action of the tears that tended to flow.

Far off in my own mind, I was distracted, nearly missing the whiz of a snowball going past my ear and hitting the building behind me. Tubbo laughed heartily and Michael supplied several happy grunts. Making sure my gloves were on securely, I made a snowball of my own, and ran forward.

[anonofseasons]

Hi!, can you describe some of the character’s physical traits for example face and hair a bit more. I was shocked when I read that Vivian has long hair, I always pictured him as having short and wavy hair. Please :)

Sure! I'll try my best. I tend to be rather vague about most of my characters' physical traits and leave the rest up to the imagination, but in this case, the seasons themselves have very specific traits often related to their seasons! I'll put a read more for length. I'll just describe the Liddell family for now, so Vivian and Graham and their five children. I'll include Shannon at the very last in case anyone wants to skip over that for in-story surprises.

Vivian Eyes: Medium green Hair: Close to a sandy blond but maybe a little lighter/buttery than that, length trails past his shoulder blades a bit. You're right that it's wavy! Height: Tall? 6'2"ish? Weight: Never good at estimating weight, but he's slender with lean muscle (from walking to and from work, despite having a car) Facial shape: Somewhat round, but with a distinctive jawline. Typically shaves all facial hair Other features: Oddly shaped ear from scar, long fingers, and I'm going with "normal eyebrows" here

Graham Eyes: Brown Hair: Light brown, ever so slight wave to it as well, and it cuts off a bit past his chin. It is not cut at all one length--front is a little shorter around his face, but only marginally, and I imagine it somewhat layered Height: Tall, 6'2"ish? (Generally the same as his husband) Weight: Stocky build, good strong biceps from lifting wood all the time Facial shape: Square face, pretty strong jawline as well. He often goes for a more rugged look with his facial hair, although he keeps it trimmed so it's not a big beard and mustache. He shaves it off his neck. Other features: thick hands/fingers full of callouses, pretty thick eyebrows, and his hands and nails can get stained a lot

Sophronia Eyes: Light purple Hair: Pearl white with the light purple highlights that get more distinctive at the tips of her hair ("magic hair" is my excuse). Also, it curls into natural ringlets about halfway down and is quite long. Height: 5'11" Weight: Mostly slender, but I imagine her having somewhat of a barrel shape to her torso and a bit thicker arms and thighs Facial shape: Rounder than Vivian's, and she does share a chin with Vivian (not sure how to describe that) Other features: Her lips are very pale, she has thin eyebrows and long fingers

Eldon Eyes: Crystal blue Hair: White as fresh snow, I can't describe haircuts to save my life, but his hair is considered long? It's layered, and none really touches his neck aside from what's at the nape. He also has bangs, unlike his fathers. His hair grows in straight. Height: Tall for a 12-year-old Weight: That slender with baby roundness that just goes with young children Facial shape: Round face, with somewhat chubby cheeks. He's tall, but his face makes him seem younger somehow. Other features: Shares the winter pale lips with his sister, he'll probably have long hands as he grows. Despite being tall as kid, I feel like he'll be shorter than Howie, were they ever to become adults. His eyebrows are quite thin and probably will be all his life.

Howard Eyes: Chestnut brown Hair: Chocolate brown with red highlights. Hair is short (but has some length to sweep it to the side) and straight but quite thick. I've drawn him, but I can't show it. :( Height: Tall! Weight: He's very slim muscle, he's kind of active and sporty. Story doesn't show it often enough, but he's a climber and jumper. Facial shape: Not quite as baby faced as his siblings, and not as round (oval I guess?) and childlike because of his age. Other features: I feel like he'll have less delicate hands/fingers as his winter siblings and Vivian, but they'll still be thinner than his Daddy's. He's got thicker brows than El even as children.

Beau Eyes: Spring green Hair: Walnut brown, cut quite similar to Howie's but maybe a little longer than his older brother's by maybe an inch. It's straight and grows in a bit thinner than all the rest of the family's hair, but it's still got body to it. Height: Eh, not super tall, but like the higher end of average for a five-year-old. Weight: Average for his age, with some baby roundness still. Facial shape: Round cheeks, but his face is a tad more oval like Howie's. Other features: I feel like Beau and Howie really take after Graham with having brown hair and in Beau's case, thicker hands when he grows up. I suspect he'll be stockier too, but muscular? Not sure on that one yet. He might grow to be chubbier and probably on the cute side as an adult because the fat never leaves his cheeks. He'll share Howie's thicker eyebrows.

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Shannon Eyes: Green Hair: Golden honey blond, cut at the shoulders (touches), and wavy. Height: 6' Weight: Slender Facial shape: Same as Vivian's Other features: Slender fingers, has freckles, and doesn't need to shave his face that often except for some uneven growth above his lips. (He'd shave it anyway, but it looks stupid as it grows out.) Thin eyebrows.

[athousandmilesandcounting]

anarchyrpbook​:

FIRST MEETINGS MEME A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details. (Please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

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GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: Cis

Race: Mixed White and Filipino

Complexion:

Height: 5′10″

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details:

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details: Body is perpetually in peak physical condition. Covered in freckles.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: Black Notes: Bayor doesn’t grow much body hair, and what he does have he tends to keep shaved.

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: Black Style: Shaggy. Usually reaches about the middle of his neck, but will sometimes let it grow to his shoulders before he bothers to cut it.

Eye color: Dark brown, pretty much black Details: Carries a sadness in his eyes, but also typically looks at people with a great warmth and care and sincerity.

Scars: His body is a tapestry of scars from all sorts of injuries he’s amassed over the years, but the most notable and easy to spot are his major burn scars that spread cross most of the left side of his torso and up onto his face, as well as two large gashes on his face; one angled from left cheekbone down to chin and one from right temple down to top of right eyebrow.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other:

Color Palette: Lots of vibrant colors for the tops while more muted yet complimentary pants and shoes.

Typical Clothing: Keeps his wardrobe loose and comfy, almost exclusively wears graphic tees as shirts; lots of hoodies, jeans, and canvas sneakers. He isn’t much bothered by extremes in temperature on either side of the spectrum, so his style doesn’t change much with the seasons. ‘On the job’, however, it’s the same plain, black jacket, pants, and shoes to maintain the silhouette motif.

Piercings: N/A

Tattoos: A manifestation of the binding spell on him that makes his body a container for the twins demon locked inside him. Takes the form of a circle at the middle of his chest with chains sprouting from the left and right of it that spread across his chest and spiraling down his arms, stopping at the wrists.

Other Information:

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Typically walks around with a neutral expression if left alone, but lights up with a warm smile as soon as approached. Incredibly expressive and animated during interactions; practically a cartoon character.

Default Body Language: As with his face, very animated and expressive. Talks and reacts with his whole body.

General Movements:   Has a surprising level of fluidity and grace to his movements. Rarely trips over things, has a good spacial awareness even as flailing his arms about, etc. His walk has a steady rhythm, and he tends to keep a pretty brisk pace when alone but never fails to match anyone he’s with when there’s company.

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Warmth tinged with melancholy. Unwavering sincerity. At times intense with his enthusiasm  

Appearance: Often somewhat disheveled (clothes are often wrinkled or don’t fit perfectly, hair isn’t super groomed or styled), but never dirty. He’s not concerned with being overly neat, but he’s always clean.

Scent: Sweet and fruity scents from his shampoo and/or body wash. If he’s recently used his powers, hints of sulfur.

Voice Description: Strong, low.

Accent: yes / no More information: Moderate Boston accent. It gets much thicker when he’s back home and around family, but in his travels he’s learned to keep it easy to understand for people.

Speech Mannerisms: Lots of ‘my dude’ and ‘my guy’ used at the end of sentences. Prone to suddenly being poetic or profound at disarming moments. Some times uses text abbreviations for phrases aloud (like saying t b h instead of to be honest). Pitch can dramatically rise and fall; is as animated as anything else about him. 

Anything else to add?

[transgenders-for-levi-ackerman]

NSFW Eren Yeager Headcanons

Ohhhh boyyyyyyyyyy why did i decide to do this

Warnings: NSFW (obviously) , a mix of both female and male anatomy is mentioned, but I avoid using gendered language

enjoy

First and foremost…Eren Yeager would be kinky as shit, I’m calling it.

Super into bondage: he loves seeing you squirm around in your restraints, rendered completely helpless to his touch…him having full control over your pleasure…🤤

He’d be rough during the act, gripping onto your shoulders or your hips and thrusting into you full force, taking in how erotic you look and sound 

He’d take it slow at first, of course. Eren cares about your pleasure, so he’d make out with you at first, palming you through your clothes…then give you head

Eren absolutely LOVES giving head and definitely loves receiving it too. He’d circle his tongue around your clit, or, alternatively, bob his head up and down on your shaft ever so slowly, making sure to draw out the feeling of pleasure for as long as possible; that way, you’re basically begging him to fuck you by the time he’s done.

When Eren is only giving you head, he aims to make you come as many times as possible. He doesn’t mind getting whatever fluid you produce in his mouth or all over his face, because being covered in your juices is all he could ever ask for. He enjoys it especially when you cum in his mouth, so he can swallow all of it. 

Eren definitely has a thing for cum. He’d come on your face, on your chest, on your stomach, just because it looks pretty to him. He has a lot to go around, too. Whenever he orgasms, a shit ton of the stuff comes out, like an eternal fountain of youth. (haha get it) (because it’s his kids) (im not funny) His semen also tends to be on the thicker, sticky side 

to expand on the last point, coming on you is also his way of “claiming” you

Eren is a switch; he both bottoms and tops, and can play both roles of dominant and submissive.

Some of Eren’s favorite sex positions are missionary, the lotus, and doggy style. He especially enjoys missionary and the lotus because he gets to see your face while he works/while you work on him.

When he’s on the giving end, he likes to pull on your hair when he can tell you’re close…hearing you scream for him while he pounds into you, holding your head upward; he finds it incredibly arousing.

Eren is very vocal in bed, regardless of whether he’s on the giving end or the receiving end. He wouldn’t hesitate to let you know if he was enjoying the experience or not.

“A…ah~, fuck, Y/N, you make me feel so fucking good…” he’d moan directly into your ear.

Bit of a wild one…y’all might hate me for saying this but it’s my headcanon, so.

Eren has a foot kink. Not a fetish, but a kink; Not 100% mandatory for his arousal, but damn, is it a nice-to-have. 

This interest of his is one of his “dirty secrets”; he’s not *very* ashamed of it (only a little ashamed), but he avoids talking about it because he doesn’t want to come off as a weird pervert.

He’s fantasized about having you give him footjobs, him kissing and massaging your feet, and you sucking his toes. Of course, you didn’t know this until he shyly brought it up in conversation one day. 

As mentioned earlier, Eren does enjoy being rough with you during the act…but he loves it even more when you’re rough with him ❤️ He becomes incredibly submissive…Pull his hair, slap him, tell him that you love him and his lewd moans…now he’s all yours to have your way with, regardless of if he’s giving or receiving

Eren’s sex drive isn’t crazy high, but it is on the upper end. He does masturbate, but not as often when he started being with you. Sometimes, he’ll have you watch him jerk off just to be a tease. I feel like he would enjoy mutual masturbation once in a blue moon, but not often. (in his mind, fucking you>>>>>anything else)

If you’re a woman and you have boobs, regardless of size, Eren absolutely adores them. He’ll fuck you in the cowgirl position just to see them bounce all over the place…if they’re big enough, he’d beg you for a titjob

When he wants to see exactly what’s happening down there, he goes for reverse cowgirl with you. Not only is seeing your ass bounce up and down on him incredibly erotic, but seeing himself slide in and out of your hole…😫

can you tell i am absolutely down bad for eren...need that yeager-ussy fr fr

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading these headcanons ! Let me know if you have any requests for writings, more headcanons, etc.

[thotsforvillainrights]

if you're still doing match ups, i'd love to have one! you're so descriptive and through with your results, i love it 💕 hope you're doing well!

- I'm 5'1 and a half, 24 yrs (so no minors pls), and a bit on the thicker side. White, long dirty blonde hair, blue/green eyes - Bisexual; I have the slightest preference for men, but if I'm crushing, then I'm crushing lmao - A theatre kid, but not a "theatre kid"; I enjoy acting and being on stage, but I'm not like, obsessed with musicals or sing constantly or anything - My favorite animals are owls and foxes - My ADHD makes me either hyperfixate on things or completely forget about everything I needed to do - My hobbies include video games, drawing/painting, occasionally writing, and spending most of my time researching for an OC to draw them but never actually drawing them lmao - I'm a college student majoring in Wildlife Education, with an emphasis in raptor husbandry - I currently work at my campus' nature reserve carving and painting cedar signs - I enjoy nature and being outside, but I LOTHE being sweaty; not to mention I have a HUGE fear of bugs, no matter how small or harmless - Autumn is my all time favorite season, and additionally I adore Halloween - I'm Pagan/Wiccan, though I don't practice as much as I'd like to - I'm always disorganized and cluttered; I lose energy easily so I don't tend to put things away fully or clean often, despite wanting to - On top of that, I'm a very sentimental person, and tend to keep any little trinket of the past. A crappy project that I failed, a beaten up binder with the script of one of the high school plays I was in, etc. - Omnivert; I come off as timid and overly polite to people I'm just getting to know because of my anxiety/fear of rejection, but I still give off this confident leadership vibe whenever I feel like I'm in some position of authority. When I'm comfortable around people, then I get more extroverted and bolder. - I have terrible sleep issues. I stay up late because it takes forever for me to feel tired, even with medications; I either wake up constantly through out the night or too early with maybe 3 hours of sleep. Sometimes my sleep pattern is so bad that eventually my body gives up and I sleep for far too long. - And a bonus fact: If I were to have a quirk, I think it would be something related to impersonating voices!

(Thank you so much! I'm definitely still doing these babies so no worries. Looking through, we have a few things in common like the quirk exactly, and the autumn being your favorite season etc, and especially researching but not drawing etc. Sorry I'm rambling, I love having the same interests as others haha. Also no need to worry about minors considering that's only Toga and Mustard here and I'm NOT putting them on the match-up list lol. Anyway let me shut up and get it started haha!)

Match-Up #8

-I match you with Sako Atsuhiro-

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Oh yes, I'm sure you maybe expected this to be the man for you, but let me at least explain to you why! The two of you met on a rather cold evening while you were both heading to a local theater production of (whatever yknow?). It was a little uncomfortable considering he walked behind you silently for at least a block and a half. You turned to stop and look at him, secretly prepared to defend yourself if you needed to do so. He raised his hand in defense and smiled. "My apologies! I wasn't aware you were in front of me! I was reading." He raised his other hand up to show a pamphlet he'd been scanning for the past few steps. "You sighed in relief. "Oh thank goodness. The city has been wild lately and my quirk isn't cut out for combat exactly." You silently cursed yourself for revealing that. 'Great job y/n, now this complete stranger knows you can't protect yourself...' Lucky for you, it wasn't needed. He turned out to be a rather nice person. He followed alongside you and struck a conversation. You ended up learning a bit about each other like your quirks and some of your surface level interests. When you got to the show you ended up sitting next to each other the entire way through. Well you weren't going to but he certainly ended being the one to reach out and ask for your email. You laughed considering he wanted communicate through email instead of phone numbers. You ended up giving him both and heading home.

-He kept in touch fairly often with you. The two of you talked about various plays coming to town, and sometimes you brought up different restaurants and cafe's you'd like to check out. Soon the suggestions turned into date requests and the next thing you knew, the both of you were going steady. Dating him was over the top but in a good way. He made you laugh and never failed to express his affections for you. Although he was only 32, he had an old-fashioned way about him. He was the type to practice chivalry on a daily basis, never really text and use emojis, and sometimes complained about the local youth. It was odd but in a charming way I suppose. It was up to you to introduce him to things he wasn't very well versed in. For example, when it came to video games he was ass...I mean the worst you could ever imagine. He preferred to try out solitaire and mahjong rather than more interesting games. As far as your other hobbies, he was more interested in them. Art and writing was something he took part in himself. He was never any good at people or animals but he can paint backgrounds for days! When it comes to writing he shows you that on a weekly basis. He often gave you poems he wrote about you when you least expect it. Your hair and eyes are often a subject of them! He takes pride in knowing you're sentimental and that you'll hold onto these things. He's the same way with you, therefore he will keep what you give him and hold it close to his heart.

-You'll find he's supportive of you in all you choose to do with your life. Right now while you're in college he's cheering you on every step of the way. He loves if you come home and sum up what you've learned or did for that day. He's a good listener so he doesn't lose focus when you tell him even the most simple of details. He'd love to come along with you one day to your campus nature reserve but he understands if that isn't allowed. Instead he'll also settle for a nice picnic out in the woods with bird or wildlife watching. If you can bear the possibility of bugs then you might catch an owl or fox during the late evening hours near the creek by your shared apartment. He's taken to having dates around this time until fall rolls around. it's cooler in the evening and he knows how much you despise the sweat.

-Speaking of the fall season, he regularly enjoys it as much as you do. It's not his favorite season (winter is), but he still likes it a great deal. Halloween is a good holiday for someone like him since he's able to go out with his mask on and not be pestered by law enforcement. The league became as popular as Stain so a few youngsters are out on Halloween dressed as his counterparts. The same counterparts he doesn't bring around you too often since they can be a bit much. He almost killed Dabi when the man tried to gift you a cliché witch hat and broom after he learned you're Pagan/Wiccan. That was probably the first time you'd seen Compress so mad at someone before. It's up to you whether or not you want to continue to hang out with them after that. Compress knows you can sometimes be introverted at first before opening up so he doesn't want to force them on you.

-As a whole, he's a really great person to have fallen in love with. Around the house he never skips on his end of the chores because he knows you'll take over and clean everything. He keeps the organization in line since it's not your forte exactly, and he always pulls his weight. At night when things have settled down in your happy little home, he cuddles up and pulls you close to him. He knows you won't be falling under so soon but he'll be here when you do, and he'll be here when you wake up not too long after. In general, he'll be there for you no matter what (and that goes for EVERYTHING, not just sleep).

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hello! hopefully the matchup are still open & if so can i ask one for harry potter (golden trio era) and dc?

My name is Ziah and I would prefer a male matchup.

my pronouns are she / her , my hogwarts house is ravenclaw and im an Aries. Im slightly on the thicker side and have a darker skin tone. I have a scar straight down my forehead and have brown, almost black eyes. My hair is short as well as curly and i usually have it half up half down . Personality wise, I am very quiet and nonchalant but friendly. My personality is defined as the investigator. I tend to go at my own pace but others around me say, I'm pretty hardworking & intelligent. I would personally describe myself as someone humble and highly accepting. People often say that my resting face looks intimidating, but im really nice to get along with.

My best subjects are math and science. My hobbies include learning about forensics , philosophy and medical sciences. Though i do play basketball in my past time. Other activities are painting ,digital art , piano and my favorite of all taking four hour long naps !!!

My clothing stye is and dark academia but with sneakers.

Likes / dislikes:

•likes : osteology dogs sweet-tea rnb

lemon flavors mythology thunderstorms

•dislikes : flying bugs sticky heats ants nagging squash

Not going to lie but i honestly just want to hang around people who have similar humor / morals and to nap with.

Also may you include the theme song , added gifs and possibly dialogue about the scenario?

~Thank you in advance !!

Hello dear 💖, thanks for the request.

For harry potter I ship you with:

Harry potter⚡️

Yes this may be abit odd but I think your personality works for him.

You met through hogwarts, harry was drawn to your intelligent personality.

You were of course a ravenclaw and the others were slytherin and gryffindor.

You and harry share a taste for mature things that not many people are into.

You could be someone that he moves onto from that isn't cho Chang or ginny.

Harry liked your humble and intelligent side.

He would love to read by your side and sleep with you.

You would have your first date with harry was nearby the black Lake, reading and studying.

Your second date was in the library or honeydukes, eating chocolate or reading about stories.

I can see harry admitting his feelings for you.

Harry: ziah, i-I have something I want to ask you.

Ziah: hm *she perks up*

Harry: I admit not many witches astound me as much as you

Harry: why thank you potter, your quite a good friend.

Harry: no, I mean I like you ziah, alot, what I mean is, I have feelings for you.

Ziah: oh, wow uh-, I've never really had anyone feel that way before.

Harry would surprisingly be a romantic yet awkward kisser if your into that.

Harry would marry you after the events of voldemort, your child would be in ravenclaw and they would have your hair and his eyes.

Your theme song:

For dc I ship you with:

Bruce wayne a.k.a batman🦇

Your intelligence suits batman and his personality.

He's quite secretive but he will open up to you.

You worked as a researcher for Bruce and graduated from Gothem.

You were a apart of the justice league having your own super power.

You and batman started seeing eachother quite a bit before dating.

You and batman would in your spare time read when Bruce Wayne is in his mansion.

Catwoman would be jealous.

Batman would take you on a date to a fancy restaurant.

Ziah: so Bruce, this is one of your many surprises I see.

Batman: yes, but I like to organise the best for you.

Ziah: like the time we were nearly killed on our fourth date.

Batman: no *kisses your forehead.

Ziah: your quite a romantic, I should say I'm not used to going on many dates.

Batman: no, neither am I *smiles*

You would paint and do play piano while Bruce listens or watches in the background.

You would marry in a chapel with the justice league there. Your child would have his eyes and your hair, they would be the next batman.

Your theme song:

Anyways that's all for now:

Ta Ta ✨️