#this is my first time drawing the ✨men✨so be nice

[rat-ttinkle-ddinkle]

Daily Wisdom 5 Part 🍊

[teddyeyeseddie]

The Cherrywood Motel

rockstar!eddie x reader

warnings: drug use, general rockstar lifestyle

(a/n- rockstar eddie? housekeeper reader? sign me up! thank you @lofaewrites for looking this over for me, my beta forever ✨ I have two more parts for this, it may be longer we shall see!)

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The smell of bleach invades your nostrils as you push through the laundry room of The Cherrywood Motel. Your uniform skims across your thighs, the baby blue ribbon cinching your waist flowing easily behind you. You run into a few co-workers, older ladies that have worked for the family for years. Each woman bids you a soft good morning as you collect the linens you would be needing for the day. 

You load up your cart and push out into the cold crisp fall. It’s nearing 10 o’clock, checkout time coming in a hurry as you watch the parking lot before you fill with guests packing their cars to leave. 

You push to your first room when the clock hits 10:15. You’d given the occupants more than enough time to leave, so you’re not really worried about bothering a guest. 

You knock several times on the door, no answer coming from the other side. You knock once more, just to be sure. Silence. You take out your key and begin opening the door when suddenly it swings open. 

On the opposite side of the door stands a tall, lean, beautiful man. He has inky black tattoos creeping up his arms, the dark contrast on the skin drawing your eyes to anywhere and everywhere on the man’s body. 

“It’s’ 10 o’clock, what do you want, sweets?” The man groans as he holds back the long brown hairs that have slipped from the bun resting atop his head. 

“S’ actually time to check out?” you say as if its a question, the man's eyes widen comically as he rushes back inside. He closes the door in your face but returns moments later with a shirt on and clunky Dr. Martens on his feet. 

“Came in so fucked last night I must’ve only paid for one night,” he mumbles to himself as he makes his way back to the main office to settle his predicament. 

You’re left in a daze, the beautiful man leaving a lingering tingle in your heart. He was just so pretty. 

You were used to pretty men but not pretty like this man. You lived in a small town outside of Nashville, too many wannabe cowboys and country stars for your taste. You’d managed to meet a few nice men in your small town, but nothing that ever stuck. But he, he stuck with you. You remember his big brown eyes, smudged with eyeliner, his tattooed abdomen, his impossibly long fingers and even the way he smelled. It left you speechless outside of your next room, eyes scanning the expanse between his room and the office. 

Just as you’re about to peek into the motel room, you see him walk out of the office. He flashes you a smile and holds something up in his hands. You squint and see it's a pair of keys, you squint a little harder and notice the unfamiliar yellow keychain adorning the set. You send him back a smile and continue with your work, making the beds in the muggy room, scrubbing toilets and leaving complimentary soaps on each pillow.

It wasn’t glamorous work, you weren’t exactly busting at the seams when someone asked you what you did for a living. But, it paid your bills and paid them well. 

You mindlessly hum to the radio as you finish up mopping the bathroom in your final room of the day. You carefully fold up the extra towels once you're finished mopping. You wipe your hands off on the skirt of your uniform before rolling up the cord to your vacuum. You place everything back on your cart, rolling it down past the man’s old  room which now lay empty. 

You park your cart and make your way to the breakroom, pushing inside and plopping down across from your co-worker, Christa. 

“Can you believe Eddie Munson is here?” You cock your head to the side, confusion evident on your face as you look at your friend. You get up from your place at the table, walking to the vending machine and admiring your choices as Christa drones on. 

“You know Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin Eddie Munson? Dropped out of highschool to form the most metal band of the century? Does that ring any bells?” She questions as she watches you fish dimes out of the pocket of your skirt. 

“I listen to Bowie and Kate Bush, I dont think I’m the one to be asking about metal,” you respond, pushing the coins into the machine and mindlessly punching in the number you always do. A-3. 

“He’s got like, gorgeous long brown hair? Loads of tattoos?” she continues to pry, she knows you’re familiar when your cheeks burn red. 

“AHA! You do know who I’m talking about!” she yells, rushing you to sit back down so she can hear all about it. 

You throw your treat on the table before you and take your seat back across from Christa. 

“I uh- woke him up this morning,” you state, a little shy to be talking about a customer so freely. 

“He answered the door all confused. He wanted to know why I was waking him up at 10 and I told him it was time to check out. So he freaks and rushes to the office after getting dressed. Nothing really special,” you shrug your shoulders as you play with the wrapper of the Hostess cupcake in front of you. 

Christa shrieks at your words, fanning herself as she imagines herself in your shoes. 

“So he was shirtless?” she questions. You offer her a small nod. She squeals even louder, an older lady who works in the laundry rooming shushing you two as she microwaves her dinner. 

“I saw him again, after that,” you state matter of factly. 

“He had a new key, had a yellow keychain?” you open the dessert in your hand and take a bite. 

“Yellow?” Christa Questions. You nod as you chew, Christmas mouth dropping as you confirm her question.

“That's the long term room,”

You leave the break room that evening with your mind whirling, surely he only wanted the room for the additional features. There was no way Eddie Munson would stay at The Cherrywood for that long. 

You’re walking to your car that is parked behind the office, shuffling with your keys. You spot a small ember to your right, you turn your head towards the source of the light and see Eddie Munson staring at you, his face lit by the Camel he is smoking. He gives you a small salute as you slip into your car, you only offer him a shy smile in return.

You drive home that night with the smell of cigarettes lingering on your clothes, your mind swooning at the imagine of his stubbly face lit by a cig. You toss and turn that night in your small apartment, the image of those brown eyes bore into your mind every time you tried to close your eyes.

The next morning you sneak into the main office where the small continental breakfast is offered. You sneak past your boss to the coffee station, pouring yourself a heaping cup before turning to walk to the sugar station. As you’re turning around, you collide with a firm body, expletives fly as does the coffee in your hand, sending it straight down your uniform, warm liquid causing your thin uniform skirt to cling to your stomach and thighs.   

“Shit- m sorry sweets,” the man you now know at Eddie kindly offers, “Wasn’t even payin attention,” You look up at him, frowning when you see his beautiful brown eyes are hidden by dark round frames. 

“Probably cause of these,” You mumble as you reach your hand up to take the glasses off his face. You’re met with those brown eyes that filled your dreams the night prior. There’s still eyeliner smudged under his eyes, the dark presence bringing out the golden flecks in his eyes. You frown when you really begin to study his face, his nose is dry and cracked, the skin around the nostril irritated and puffy. His eyes are rimmed red, like a permanent kiss of tears. His hair disheveled and heaping on top of his head. 

Eddie’s heart pangs when he sees you recoil at the sight of him, he averts his eyes and reaches for his glasses. You snatch your hand away, looking up at him. 

“S’ just you're too pretty for that, Eddie,” You fold the glasses up in your hand before gently placing them in the palm of Eddie’s, you turn on your heels and rush to your first clean of the day, successfully locking yourself in the room before Eddie can find you. 

Eddie curses to himself when he watches you walk, no run away. You leave him there bewildered, not quite sure what to do. He wanted to run and explain that he’s trying, trying to be better. He wants to tell you it was just one line but everyone who knows him knows that’s bullshit. One line is never one line with Eddie Munson. 

It’s one line, two lines, a random fuck, three lines, four lines, a broken chair, five lines a broken tv, 6 lines and somehow he wakes up naked in his guest bedroom. It's a shot for shot, line for line, cut throat kind of party when Eddie Munson is around. 

But now, standing here, he has this itch inside him, one he has never even entertained scratching in his years to fame. This want to actually do better and this need to prove to you that this isn't the Eddie Munson the world cracks him out to be. 

His second day there, he finds your cart and places an old Metallica t-shirt on your cart with a little note, “Sorry I dumped your coffee all over you :( xx” 

You giggle at the sloppy handwriting, you smile when you see him across the courtyard of the small motel. He sends you a wink which causes you to blush furiously. He lets out a small chuckle at your obvious flustered demeanor. He tries to wave you over but you’re quick to scurry in another direction, off to another clean. 

His third day there he stops at your cart when you’re leaving your last clean of the day.

“Hey uh- I need?” He trails off as he looks around your cart, eyes lighting up when he sees the extra complimentary soaps on your cart, “SOAP! I need more soap,”

You look at him quizzically, head cocking to the side as he lets out a nervous laugh. You simply reach for the soap and hand him some, smiling slightly when your hands touch. 

“Names Eddie,” he says softly.

“I know,” You respond, eyes never meeting his as you walk away towards the breakroom. 

His fourth day there he is bound to know your name, he even stops Christa to try and wiggle it out of her.

“She- she's really pretty?” Christa’s eyebrows raise, knowing exactly who he is talking about. 

“She always wears little white keds, with the ruffle socks?” Christa nods, crossing her arms over her chest as she weighs the benefits of revealing any information to Eddie. 

“I just wanna know her name..” he mumbles, pleading eyes looking down at her. 

“Think she’s gonna have to tell you that one,” Christa pats his thigh before heading to her car, she bids Eddie a soft goodnight and drives away, leaving him alone and wondering all about who you are. 

His fifth day there, you’re standing in the middle of the office, suitcases all around you. You’re flustered and upset talking to your boss. 

He’s watching from the outside, sitting by his door smoking a cigarette. Your boss rounds the counter, grabbing some of the bags before leading you to the room next to Eddie’s, the other long-term stay. 

You pass by him without a word, your boss simply offering him a nod of his head as he passes him. Your boss lets you into the room, giving you a quick hug assuring you everything would be okay. 

Your eyes meet Eddie’s as you go to shut the door, he offers you a small smile that you softly return but shut the door quickly so as to not start any conversation. You were over the night and you dont think your poor brain could handle another dose of being rewired by Eddie Munson. 

Your apartment had flooded, ruining much of the furniture you owned but sparing your more beloved pieces. Your boss agreed to let you stay in the other long-term as long as you were willing to help extra in the laundry room in the mornings. You agreed, thankful you had such a wonderful work family around you. 

You unpack your bags slowly, the night wearing on you. You check the clock and see that it is nearing 1am. Your boss has given you the day off tomorrow so you were excited to get to sleep in. As you lay your head on the pillow you hear a soft voice bleeding through the wall behind your head. 

“Her eyes and words are so icy

Oh but she burns, like rum on the fire

Hot and fast and angry as she can be

I walk my days on a wire” 

You hear the same words over and over, different inflections and notes flooding through the walls. If it was anyone else, it’d drive you crazy. But knowing it’s Eddie, it makes your heart skip a beat. You feel like he’s there, singing just for you, putting on a show for you that no one else can see or hear. 

You fall asleep like that, the perfected verse softly bleeding into the room, the twang of guitar accompanying the words comforting you. 

You wake the next morning with a crick in your neck, you slowly roll out of bed heading towards the shower in hopes the heat will soothe your aching muscles. You hop in as soon as it is warm enough, letting the water aid the painkillers you had just taken. Once you’re through with your shower, you slowly climb out and wrap a towel around your exposed body, heading back to the main room to get dressed for the day. 

You settle for a soft skirt and Eddie’s Metallica shirt, you shove on your Keds and make your way out the door, shrieking immediately when you open the door to find Eddie Munson standing there. 

“Shit! M’ sorry sweets.. Was just gonna knock and see if you wanted anything from town,” he soothes, hands coming to rest on your tense shoulders. Once you finally calm down a bit, you’re able to respond. 

“Was just going to town myself,” you reply, smoothing out your skirt and looking down at the ground. 

“I could take you?” he questions, eyes hopeful as they cast onto you. You switch your weight from foot to foot, contemplating the idea of being so close to Eddie for so long. You look back at his eyes, his usual unsure eyes filled with hope. 

“O-okay but I’ll drive,” you respond, looking up at him, cheeks burning at the smirk that plays on his face. 

“Sure thing sweets,” he rasps, turning to lock his door. He’s wearing baggy blue jeans, reebok sneakers and a shirt that barely rides up his tummy. His hair is pulled up on top of his head, bangs framing his face. 

He follows you to your car, a baby blue ford fiesta. You loved your car, it was relatively new and oh so cute. Eddie smiles upon seeing it, whistling as he approaches the door.  

“Mmm cute car for a cute girl,” he says with a grin, ducking into your car. He buckles his seatbelt, sniffling as he does so. Your heart breaks for a moment, knowing just what was going on. 

You stay silent during the car ride, the odd sniffle breaking the silence here and there. You arrive at your local grocery store, turning your car off once you park. Eddie pushes his sunglasses up his nose, adjusting his bangs before exiting the car. 

You round the car, making your way inside, Eddie right next to you the whole time. You browse the aisles looking for the things you need, stopping and picking up a treat here and there. You’re at checkout when you spot the Hostess cupcakes, your hand reaching out for a chocolate one but a hand is quicker than yours. Your hand meets the top of Eddies but you quickly pull it away when you feel the cold of his hands. 

“Sorry-” you mumble as you place your items on the belt before you. 

“S’ okay. Here,” he hands you a pack of cupcakes, smiling at you before grabbing another pack for himself. 

You both buy your respective items, Eddie taking your paper bag, carrying one in both arms. He puts them in the back of your car, settling in next to you in the passenger seat. 

“Listen- I know I’m kind of intimidating and I’m sure you’ve looked into who I am, but that's not really me…” he tries to offer. You stay silent before taking a deep breath in. 

“E-eddie, I know people crack you up to be crazy and you haven’t shown me that. But..” 

Eddie winces, preparing for what words come out of your mouth next. 

“I- I can see it. In your eyes, some semblance of truth,” you stare up at him for a while, his hands coming to take off his sunglasses to reveal those beautiful red-rimmed eyes. 

“S’ part of the lifestyle sweets,” he rasps, smirking but letting it fall when he sees how unamused you are. 

“Doesn’t have to be..”

[sunnywalnut]

Finished watching Dead Boy Detectives. Here are my honest thoughts.

-If you're going into it expecting another Good Omens, stop. Our protagonists are all minors. Teenagers. They cuss, they have total dirty mouths and sexual humor, but they are not eternal beings pretending to be middle aged men. They're ghosts. Dead Boys, if you will. Also this might be a stretch, but I'm assuming from the slightly less good CGI that the budget for this series was a LOT less than what it was for GO

-Edwin is kind of a dick in the first episode. But it's okay. Because character growth is swag.

-REALISTIC CHARACTER GROWTH!!! I liked Edwin a LOT more during the second episode BECAUSE of the character growth. And honestly? It's completely natural that bro is more than a little prickly after only being able to trust one guy for an extremely long time. Fair enough my guy. Carry on.

- this show kinda has Nimona vibes. If that makes sense. Witty humor, somewhat sexual dialogue, funny moments during serious times, though geared towards a younger audience. If you like those kinds of things, you will like this, I'm sure of it.

- In the early episodes, the pacing/character relationships feel a little off??? I'm not sure if that was because I was expecting another Good Omens or what. But after 2-3 episodes, the dust quickly settled and we got into the actual storyline. Which was extremely appreciated✨

-these villains are FUCKED up. I'm telling you. They are HORRIFIC. Had me squirming and cringing through their intense scenes. And gosh. That was a TRIP.

-TY TENANT PLAYS THE MAIN GUY EDWIN!!!! And he plays him WELL. I did not realize this going in to the show and thought his face was VERY familiar. Only after I looked it up did I realize why. He's our sassy son of Job. (EDIT: turns out Ty plays the Doom Patrol version. Not the one on Netflix. My bad! They do look pretty similar though, so ykw. Great casting. Also my point still stands. This guy is a pretty fuckin awesome actor. 10/10)

-Cat King is such a wild card holy SHIT.

-Charles is cute as fuck. His backstory HURTS. But also. I love the way his ears look. Like in the pictures that I saw of him they were of when the Cat King impersonated him so I was like oh chill. So he's got pointed ears bc feline but NOPE. He's just like that!! And honestly? Slay. I fuckin love it.

-oh did I mention tragic backstories???? Yeah we got those :D for everyone :D

-Niko is the best and I love her. Also I love how the letters on her desk are written in Japanese. That is a VERY nice touch of character building.

-hot butcher lady with throat tattoo

All in all. A truly delightful series and I genuinely hope it gets another season because I NEED to know what happens next. My little sister LOVED it and the ending had us all staring open mouthed at the TV screen in shock.

This 15yo girl is literally ranting my ear off, having adventures with the Dead Boys in her dreams and chatting with me about it, searching up fanfics and drawing fanart, the whole shabang. And it is DIFFICULT for this girl to get into shows like this. So honestly? This is perfect. Thank you, Neil. For giving us a whole other banger.

That being said. If anybody else has some younger siblings that are around 15-17 and are looking for shows to binge watch together, this is the perfect one. I'm telling you, you will NOT regret it (except maybe emotionally)

Thoroughly recommend.

[seelestia]

who are a few mutuals that you appreciate alot? mutual appreciation day 🥰❤️😊🤩💐✨

OOOO FUNFUNFUN!!! thank u so much for sending this in and for essentially spreading positivity, nonnie. this is appreciated ♡ also, instead of strictly moots, i decided to extend my appreciation to everyone! moots, anons, friends and readers alike ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

some odeliaesqué sappy appreciation under the cut:

@yvnaology - one of my fav facts abt yona was that she's one of the first moots i ever had on tumblr!!! and she's a lyney kisser and a fellow aventurine kisser (#taste). also she's so silly (/aff) and easy to talk to! like u'll feel at ease around her. she deserves good great and awesome things in life, so make sure to water ur yona daily with love <3

@solarisfortuneia - mika wished me congrats when i reached 1k and i still remember it till this day <3 she's friendly in a shy/modest way and suchsuchsuch a good writer! e.g. i cry over this every day actually. mika also has her silly moments sometimes too. someone save her /j

@floraldresvi - simply the sweetest & most supportive moot EVER! vivi is full of love and she's good at giving some of that love to others <3 her selfships are like bottles of serotonin to me. 100% would drop anything and everything in my hands to support her!!! and ik she'd do the same for me <3 mwah mwah 💐💐

@monicahar - the moot who comes online once in a while and drops absolute meals when she does. ate, left no crumbs 🔥🔥 also SUPER FUNNY!!! and unhinged, i'm concerned but amused at the same time. i hope she's having a nice break!! thank u for ur past & future services ma'am. we love u 🤭🤭

@milk-violet - MIREI !!! sunshine personified but also vv precious. i'm the leader of # protecc mirei squad (real). best person to have ever appeared in my notifs and i lovelovelove when her username pops up. take care & good luck with school! IK U CAN DO IT. remember what i said: slay before ur slayed 🗣️

@xianyoon - the butterfly moot 🦋 !!! both socially and aesthetically hehe. sosooso sweet & kind. has creative projects and executes them well at that too. i personally crown her as genshinblr's best hostess™! also, send her a moodboard and she'll cherish u forever - that's one of her love languages <3 ++ her pretty & aesthetic rb's are such a good refresh for my dash. love her for it!!

@hermosacolibri - the name, 'starlight' fits them sm bcs i feel like if we were to take a peek into their mind, stars will burst out!!! /pos (<- unique complimenting skills ik pardon me). their ideas are brilliant and i can tell they put their all into pursuing their vision <3 it's truly an honor to be a witness & reader. if u want to check them out, they write over at @/starlightlacrimosazpsff !!! ★

@wolfhookk - aaaaa ri !!!! booping her x1000 rn bcs i cannot believe boop trend ended when she came online. the discrimination 😔 /j i'll always remember ri as my first ever moot on here like first, 1st, #1!!! i forever thank her for swooping into my inbox back then and she's welcome to do that even now any time she likes <3

@kaiserkisser - skylia is the true angst consumer, the realest of it!! even in different fandoms LOL. she's nice (and gremlin-ish) when u get to know her more and she reciprocates energy really well! i'll never forget the disaster of boops in my notifs /lh

@callilouv - COOL MUTUAL ALERT !!!! cool art & cool interests. truly, picasso w/ the finger and fandoms!! idk if cal still draws with his finger dhjahshsj but still vv mega cool!

@manager-of-the-pudding-bank - the grandpas & old men kisser where art thou 💔 /j loqua has that awkward & silly rizz!!! idk if she still does wax stamps but i still think it's really cool. bcs qua's just cool in general !!! hehe

@calxlu - aaaaa vi!!! the one who enables my rambles and selfships shhshsh i am so thankful <3 rambler 🤝 rambler is the best. i love talking to her and it's super reassuring to know that it's mutual! even if i take some time but i always look forward to seeing her replies in my inbox. it's like we're penpals across the screen talking abt irl stuff and our f/o's ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡

& honorable mention: @/zhongrin. rin does not interact with minors anymore (which i respect and so should everyone!), so we count as former moots. but !!! i still think she's an amazing person regardless <3 (note: her blog is equally as great but plsplspls be mindful of her rules beforehand.)

brainrot anon - A REAL ONE!!! always there when i come back from the grave each time. i get reminded of them whenever i look at my inbox, it's an instinct atp. their brainrots are so fun & random (but that's a charm in itself /pos) !!! tbh i love elaborating them all so never stop sending the brainworms in <3 feel free to treat my inbox as a drop-off for ur thoughts LMAO /gen. come by again soon!

michiki anon - MY COUSINNNMNMN!!! i still love and miss when they'd come into my inbox to chat. it was so nice getting to know someone in a casual way <3 i hope ur doing well wherever u are, michikinon! i'm doing well these days and i hope u are too 🤍

rix anon - their series still has me FLOOOORED. i still think it deserves a proper platform than just thru my lil ol inbox. it deserves more recognition :( but just the fact that i got to help share their writing alone is an honor of its own!!! i hope ur doing well too, rix anon <3

++ everyone who has left a nice feedback / said anything nice in my notifs or my inbox!! even a simple 'cute' or 'this is good' or even just leaving a note means sososo much to me. i'm just a measly guy in my own little corner on this site, really - so thank u thank u thank u all !!! 🫂

[julymarte]

Text post cause I'm gonna dive into mermay with a silly/not so silly brainstorming about ✨the fish✨ of course, as the other time this is not a fanfiction or anything it's just me taking notes of events I might draw in a scattered way that I can understand when drawing, it's not a narration of events

Today's prompt was.... Will Pravaal ever talk with his mother again? Would his mom ever send someone looking for him? Etc etc more under the cut

Context for those who might be new:

Pravaal the pink merman boy you can't have missed from my blog is the eldest (illegitimate)son of a high noble woman descending from a mildly discriminated minority (abyssals) and they don't have a good relationship. Pravaal's mother used to care for him for his very first years until her family started pressuring her to mend the mistake she made and reclaim the respect from her family...nobles of abyssal descent are obsessed with being seen well and accepted by pure blood high nobility so a child had outside a marriage with a man from another land that never came back...well, wasn't the best for her situation and instead of clinging to her son she distanced herself giving priority to her status. While his mother married a pure blood noble and had more children with him he was always mistreated,insulted, alienated until he had enough and ran away from home (not before stealing a bunch of precious stuff in retaliation including his signature earring) he was around 12 when he escaped...

Time setting: 2 years before the story circa

Scene: It's night (like night night) in the Silver Capital pravaal is about to exit the twin moons after a nice party night when he finds 4 men with light armor and the sea emblem pointing spears at him

P* startled but trying to keep the cool*: my my~ what do we have here? Did the hag finally decide to look for her lost child?

???: ugh where are your manners? This squalid place sure had left it's influence on you..and look at you what are you wearing?! That's highly improper..tch but what else could I have expected? Of course you would have joined that entourage of criminals like your father

P * genuinely surprised but his mood darkening*: to think you left your pretty perfect mansion to come find me after 10 years... What do I owe the honor of your presence,mother? * He'd do an over exaggerated bow with the hand twirls*

Narissa *annoyed but keeping an air of superiority*: I'm obviously not here for you, but for something you've taken from me *points at his earring* I want that back and if you won't be an obedient boy my guards will take it by force

P *snickering and looking at the guards as someone who would easily take them down*: you even threaten me?! For this earring? If it really mattered that much to you why wait all this time?

N* takes a moment to reply pondering if she should tell him or not*: I need it to complete the set, I will be wearing it at an important ceremony, my daughter has finally been matched with a pure blood high noble for marriage it's an important occasion for my family, it's my crest after all... It matters more to me than to you right?...so now... Hand it over and you won't get hurt

P: my sister is...? She's not even an adult yet and you already sold her out like that?!

N: it's for the greater good of the family, that is none of your business! You never were part of it, you only caused me problems and it's disappointing to see you just keep doing so.... Guards !

Guards:yes ma'am!

N: I want that earring at all costs I don't care if you have to wound him or worse

???: oi! oi! oi! What's with the commotion outside!? I was trying to entertain a small crowd there but if you keep going like this they will all come making bets here *the scruffy but charming man puts a hand on Pravaal's shoulder who recoils annoyed and mildly disgusted*

P: by the ancients if things couldn't get any worse...*grows increasingly irritated by the situation* go back there old man this doesn't concern you

Arvad: sheesh! What a bitter family reunion we have here...I just wanted to land you a hand boy don't give me the cold shoulder like that, ah and you Marissa are just as beautiful as the last time I sa-

Narissa: *she snaps, it runs in the family*YOU!!!! YOU ARE THE SOURCE OF ALL MY MISFORTUNE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH YOU RUINED MY LIFE!? STARTING WITH* points at pravaal who looks at her coldly*..THAT!? AND ITS NARISSA! you pathetic man don't even remember my name *looks at him disgusted to which in response he just averts the gaze and spaces out*

P* raises his hands and turns around leaving* that's it I'm done I am NOT gonna get involved in this, no way I'm gonna stand here as you argue over how your life was ruined-

N: DO YOU THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN?! GUARDS!! * Arvad jumps on the side startled by her loud yelling, the guards rush towards pravaal who summons his whip sword and whips it on the ground making them take a step back, serious look on his face he starts to take a few strps towards his mother*

P: I'm not gonna give it to you, you don't really need it do you? This is not an old family heirloom you could have commissioned a copy, I bet you probably already have one, not to mention why boasting the family crest when you aim to be part of another more prestigious house?...*snaps his sword again to keep the guards at bay who are simply pointing their sticks at him unsure of what to do, his mother stares at him coldly but starts sweating* the red moon district is a small place and people talk, especially at the twin moons *Arvad nods nervously sensing the tension* and I would have known if there were a bunch of sea guards buzzing around the capital but no you paid someone to sell my exact location... Why? * She grows a bit uneasy as he uses the earring to appear as his 12yo self and steps closer* Don't Tell me you DID actually come for me~ Aww maybe you still do have a heart deep deep down, did you miss me? Or do I still haunt your dreams?*flashes her a smirk to challenge her to reply to which he freezes in silence for a while,guards looking each other in confusion and Arvad taking the moment to sneak back to his small audience with a new story, noticing him pravaal..still as a baby boi sighs*

So?

N: fine! Keep the earring...I- I'm here cause of my daughter, she was wondering if you still were alive and I wanted to- to check, for her..no way in the pits of the abyss I'll let her taint her reputation before her marriage by setting foot on land!

P:... Wouldn't these guys have been enough? And why lie about the jewels?!...*sighs and releases the illusion turning back to his normal self* listen, whatever,I don't care ,as you see I am still alive that's it...but now don't ever show your face around here again...he ruined your life, I ruined it too by existing I guess, but you ruined mine as well and it's not less important than your pretty sorry story* she twitches a little hearing that, she tries to maintain a superiority look but she's more akin to a dog with it's leg between it's legs now* but.. you are right, my my where are my manners?! * Does the mocking fancy bow again* farewell mother, may I never see you again~

[keikakudom]

Agsudisg I'm so glad you liked it, Kazi, I literally sat down the moment I finished reading and started drawing cuz you freaking killed me, I MEAN, vox being stubborn and denying help, and Alastor stubbornly giving him the aid he needs, but crouched in their respective toxic egos and self-image? So delicious. Alastor, who needs to know why he was left behind, and vox who's desperately pouring himself into the new thing... Ahhhh...

The part where he implies he really was running off to die...and Alastor goes all soft...the shared frequency, the antenna petting... I reread that multiple times bc it's so good...and the claws, the claws, vox denies wanting help from alastor to the last, but the claws!

(also we tots need full seasons and reruns of 'Let's Shit on Vox', I bet Alastor even encourages to call in with more info, not that anyone would bc they're too scared. Hey, does carmilla have to listen his obsession LOL)

Btw for the artist questions, if you want, 9, 14, 30?

YOU NEVER FAIL TO MAKE ME GUSH, ES AAAA...oh lemme tell you when I lock-in, i do NOT fuck around with toxic old men yaoi. When I get better at writing, I hope to capture all their glory✨

I have never really written in this particular weird genre, I don't even know what to call it? Disgustingly intimate love/hate? At least, that's what I aspire for it to be XD

Heheh the part where "Alastor goes all soft" is also a little on the part of RR!AU characterization, so it's a bit exaggerated. He's trying to ween his way in appealing to Vox again, but RR!AU Vox is just so tired. Alastor keeps bringing up the past....This was kind of a wacky scenario to write because it does skip/make you infer a lot of stages of development, but the AU is close enough to canon that I think it's not far to imagine filling in the gaps hhh....

LMFAO yes, Alastor def encourages call-ins, "The 'Let's Shit on Vox' show, your one-stop opportunity to diss Hell's most saturated overlord!" -- on the rare occasion someone actually called in, Alastor killed whoever said something off about Vox that wasn't to his "flavor" of hate.

Carmilla has already read through these two idiots and just rolls her eyes at their immaturity. If she's there for Alastor's radio show, she's just in the background, utterly done and convinced they're playing everything up for entertainment at this point. Now that has me thinking, if Alastor ever started feeling something unfamiliar and god-forbid genuinely *good*(????), he would probably consult Rosie or Carmilla for it first........and Vox would ask Charlie.....oh..........

Aaaand Artist Questions under the cut, TYSM for the ask <33

9. What are your file name conventions?

I have terrible file organization. Many of them are named "a", "aa3", "asgv", "fhgh", or other random keyboard smashes. Recently, I have a bad habit of naming files "sketch1", "sk1", "skht1", or some misspelled way-- it's gotten so bad I'm up to "sketch22".... I find things by icon only.

14. Any favorite motifs?

Straight edges and shapes, maybe? I started drawing with an anime style though I'm mostly into western media-- I think it's very satisfying to have nice shape design/silhouettes though, but I don't draw in a super cartoony or exaggerated style so it's kind of hard to tell that I like and have fun doing it. I'm kind of scattered and like to dip my foot into everything unfortunately.

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated?

None really, but if I had to pick one for HH, maybe this one.

For my older art, definitely this one. I mean, I don't love it anymore, but I really thought I ATE with the concept at the time.

[violettduchess]

Um...hello, this my first time asking for request so uh...can I- can I ask for (how would the ikeprince suitors will react to Y/N if she got bullied by some random people on the kingdom?) I don't know about the characters limit but I want Leon Dompteur to be one of them

Um soory again for the long explanation and have a nice day

P.S : I love your writing❤✨✨

A/N: I only did two because they were pretty detailed!

tw: bullying (not really explicit but it is in there so, a warning)

Leon Dompteur / Chevalier Michael x reader

Word 1165

The dreary autumn rain falls in heavy drops that roll down the storefront glass. You walk towards the exit of your favorite bookshop, arms piled high with treasure. There’s a biography of one of Rhodolite’s most infamous kings, a new adventure novel from a famous Jadean author, an illustrated lexicon of the sea creatures of Benitoite, and of course, several romance novels. The stack is heavy but you don’t mind. You think of it as the weight of all those hours of enjoyment the books will bring you. 

Your love is behind you, organizing the rest of the purchases and payment. What could be better on a wet, windy fall day than browsing a bookstore and gathering books to help pass the time on these cold but cozy nights? Warmth fills your heart and the books fill your vision as you reach for the door handle and then take a step forward, in a hurry to get to the royal carriage and minimize the time the books are pelted with rain.

Unfortunately, you miscalculate the step. The world shifts and you pitch forward, your treasures flying from your arms, scattering across the damp, rain-slick cobblestones. You land hard on your knees and your hands splash down into muddy water, water which flies up, flecking you everywhere with dirty, brown spots.

You lean back, your knees throbbing from the impact, your hands dirty with slime. And your books…….

Tears fill your eyes as you push yourself up, in a rush to rescue them.

A loud snicker catches your attention and you turn at the sound, momentarily distracted from your rescue mission. A few unsavory, bedraggled, dirty-looking men huddled together under the store's awning saw the whole ordeal and are still laughing. You hear words like “clumsy”, “fool”, "halfwit", “pathetic”. Their teeth are sharp and their mocking even sharper. One takes a step towards you, licking his plump lips, eyes bright with ale and trouble.

But before he can come a step closer, a shadow falls across the sidewalk…….

Leon

…..and the man is lifted by the collar, as if he were a naughty kitten and spun until his back slams into the outer brick wall of the bookshop. Leon holds him in place, ignoring the man’s sudden squeaks of protest.

“I believe you owe the lady an apology.” He growls, the sound low and deep as it rumbles through his chest, his knuckles white as he holds the man against the wall. When the ruffian doesn’t answer right away, he lifts him higher, presses him closer against the unyielding brick. His eyes flash gold, like a flame sputtering in the darkness. “I suggest you do as I say and apologize.”

Sweat and rain drip down the man’s forehead as an apology spills from his lips. Leon brusquely lets go, and he falls to the sidewalk like a heavy sack. He scrambles to his feet, nearly slipping in the process, his face white as flour. 

The man and his unpleasant companions vanish, skittering away on shaking legs. He turns to you, concern in his golden eyes as he reaches out to brush a streak of mud away from your cheek. “Are you ok, beautiful?” Through the cold drizzle, his voice sounds like warmth, like home.

You nod, letting out the breath you were holding this whole time. He cups your cheek with his hand, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“Come on. Let’s get the rest of those books. I’ll draw you a hot bath when we get back and you can pick your favorite and read to me.” 

You know he’ll fall asleep the minute you start reading, but right now, it’s the sweet sentiment that counts.

But before he can come a step closer, a shadow falls across the sidewalk…….

Chevalier

…. and sharpened steel is at his throat, its edge a whisper away from kissing his skin. At the end of the deadly blade are blue eyes, cold as tundra. Hard as diamonds. Chevalier says nothing. He does not move. HIs blade does not waver one millimeter. In stillness lies his power. In stillness he shows absolute control.

The man stumbles backwards into the ring of trembling cohorts, his eyes wide as saucers. He shoves another out of the way. Anything to get far from the shine of that blade, the death in those eyes.

Chevalier takes a single step forward. One arm moves in front of you, protectively keeping you where you are, away from the men who dared mock you. From the men who laughed at damaged books. The ones whose blood he wants to see mingle with the mud and rainwater as they sluice over the cobblestones.

The earth moves with that one step, tilts so that the men fall back, each scrambling over the other to turn and run. Run away before death finds them and opens their throats. 

He waits until they are out of sight, until the last of their huffing and puffing fades into the damp autumn air before lowering his sword and turning back to you. His gaze takes in the mud splattered across your cloak, across the softness of your skin. He sees the redness of your hands from where you fell, the mud caked onto your skirt where your knees hit the ground. He turns his head, looking back down the now empty street where the men fled, fury radiating off of him like winter's cold 

You reach for him, dirty hands be damned. He allows you to turn his attention away from the street where the cold stones glisten and back to you. You softly brush the back of your fingers against the hard line of his jaw. Your gaze finds his and stills him, not the way anger did but with gentleness, tenderness. You are the only one in the world who has this power. 

“I'm ok, my prince.” Your hand turns, cupping his face for a moment, your touch warm against the chill autumn air. You ignore the ache in your knees as you rise to your toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek and relishing the way his free hand tightens around yours. “Leave them. Let’s salvage these books and go home.”

He casts one last look down the gray street and you know he is warring with himself over the desire to follow those men and deliver execution or let them live another day because you asked him to. 

You wait, holding your breath as his hand still tightly holds yours, watching the way the rain slides down the angles of his face, darkens the pale strands of his hair. He draws a breath, decision made.

He sheathes his sword. And you breathe out. 

The world shrinks as he turns back to you, pulling you roughly toward him and then places a protective kiss on your mud-streaked forehead, one arm cradling you against him. It is quick, the length of time it takes a raindrop to fall from the heavens but it is enough.

🔹

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[genisrvera]

Finally, another Best Jeanist lover!

AHHHHHHHHH! 💜

YEEAAAAAAH😫💜👖

THAT'S MEEE!😫👖 ✨

I'm happy to say I love Best Jeanist!!♡

HAHAHAHAAHAA I'm not ashamed! In fact, I think I liked him since… 2020? I mean, I really fell in love with him and started drawing him since then ☺ Actually, it all started with bakugou hahaha! I met Tsunagu through him and fell in love immediately.

I really liked that elegant and mature figure, he looks so comforting to me, his design, his voice, I don't know, it was love at first sight I guess.

He looks so soft in my dreams, very tall and just surrounded by a nostalgic atmosphere (a happy atmosphere) his face and features very soft but masculine in fact, kinda sad by the fact he's not real, it's like bittersweet vibes, you know? :( but still happy :)

And every time I dream about him, I cry or be sad all day and I can't stop thinking about it for days. Haha!

He's a very nice character! One of the best for me! And I'm a little surprised that no one takes him seriously! He's so underrated even when he has the most correct idealisms of heroism in general! Like his reputation, his professionalism, etc. etc!

Not to mention how powerful he is .

👖Oh yeah, And I'm in love with men who wear jeans, they're attractive (Only Best Jeanist, obviously).

👖💜

[artemiseamoon]

Draft release: Dial up the Jack, Dim the Whiskey

Agent Cognac (Bria Asare) x Agent Jack Whiskey

✨Draft release! ✨

💕Summary: Working at the Statesmen medical department, Bria started her career with aspirations of being an agent. Years after starting, it seems like that dream is never going to come true. Days after her 38th birthday, one of the senior agents gets gravely injured and she’s soon tasked with his care and recovery.

But there’s one issue, she can’t stand Agent Whiskey. As the weeks pass, and he starts to heal, the two form a bond and grow closer. As Jack’s health improves, he realizes the extent of his growing feelings for Bria as she comes to terms with her feelings for him too. 💕

Words:3,983

One shot for Arte’s Year of Whump for @yearofcreation2023 |I’m months behind , so making this the May one 😬| | Year of Whump + fluff /comfort masterlist

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An: still on a mini writing break, just occasionally releasing some drafts. My folder is way too full and taking up space on my phone. 💕this one is more fluff /comfort leaning.

Warnings: light on whump, recovery after injury, misogyny mentioned.

Bria always had two things she imagined for herself, being able to help people and work in the medical science field and being a world-traveling spy.

Growing up she was always glued to the screen for any shows about spies, secret agents, and detectives. It was something she wanted to do before she realized her draw to the medical field in high school.

The dream of being an agent was her first, and still her biggest one. And though she was in the right place for it, she still wasn’t an agent.

She was head of her department and got to work with tech and science, both things she liked, but she still wasn’t an agent. But this was a problem for more than one person at the office, namely Ginger who was also qualified but shot down whenever her name came up.

For all the perks and benefits of working there, the place was still deeply misogynistic in several ways, both from within the system and due to some of the men involved. And though there were women agents, the percentage was far less than that of the men.

Some offices were more progressive, like the New York office. Sometimes Bria wondered if a transfer there would be worth it, and maybe then she could finally have her wish come true. There was also the fact that aside from her job and friends being here, there wasn’t much keeping Bria in Kentucky. Maybe, New York was her future.

After a few days off for her birthday, Bria returned to the office. Upon arrival, she was surprised to find a new patient in her center. Agents get hurt, but that wasn’t the surprising part, what shocked her was who it was.

Some people had a shit ton of luck, and somehow barely got a scratch on them, Agent Whiskey was one of them and he was cocky about it too. The man was damn near indispensable, it was impressive but also fed his massive ego.

This place had many big heads and egos walking around, and Jack was one of them. While many women in the office, and men, fell for his charms and ate out of his palm, Bria wasn't one of them. No matter how physically attractive the man was, and really easy on the eyes, his attitude and ego were a major turn-off for her.

Thankfully she had limited contact with him, but the few times they did circle each other just reaffirmed what she felt about him. Nice to look at but stay away. And though she turned him down a few times, he’d still hit on her now and then. But she never took it too personally, he hit on everyone he liked the look of, it was hard to tell if his interests were genuine sometimes, or if he was just doing it to do it.

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[mikuni14]

Bed Friend, Chains of Heart Ep 3

Ah, what nice Saturday nights fever I've been having lately thanks to Bed Friend and Chains of Heart 🥳

Bed Friend Another great episode of Bed Friend, this is exactly kind of BL I like the most. It's well done, has a likeable main couple, where I treat both boys EQUALLY (that's actually not so common in my case), Uea and King are both cool, I like them the same, I cheer for them the same, I wish both of them the best, they’re even both equaly attractive, like I can’t even choose between them! ✨ What else I like about this series is that it is ABOUT THEM, about UEA and KING. Both are present on the screen almost all the time, the plot is focused on them, doesn't lose sight of what we came here for and is not distracted by some bullshit. I LOVE IT. I feel like I'm watching a true Romance!

(when that lazy employee gets fired, will Tutor come in and start a second romance?🤔)

There are many things I like about Bed Friend: - how Uea shows his fear, how he freezes and only widened eyes and accelerated breathing indicate his panic. Also, dissociation from reality. - Uea and his inner turmoil that he desperately tries to hide and not think about. How much he would like to trust King, and how terrified he is of literally EVERYTHING, his past, whether he will just "get through another day", what King is doing to his feelings, to his “walls”. - King impresses me too, what a guy! He listens to Uea, observes him and draws conclusions based on these observations, he can wait, he can STOP, he apologizes and suggests that he will be more careful, although he doesn’t know what triggered Uea - he just learned it from his behavior, he is incredibly ACCOMMODATING and OBLIGING to Uea and most importantly - he never makes problems, scenes, drama because of it. He just adapts. His only expectation from Uea is more sex, more time together, and a growly "don't touch what I consider mine", which is so refreshingly simple. Again what a dude! 😍 - their scene of "sleeping together" was absolutely sweet, I smiled so much, felt mushy, as if I was watching My School President or something 🥰 - for balance, with each episode Uea's past is revealed more and more and my desire to murder someone increases in direct proportion with each new scene from his past. Of course, Uea can’t catch a break even as an adult, cue his ex. I feel very protective of Uea, I’m not susrpised Jade and King feel the same way. I could literally set the world on fire for him, Uea is that type of person. Despite everything that has happened to him, that is still happening to him, Uea remains KIND 🥺

(I also wanted to personally thank Jade for inviting a friend, knowing he'd say no anyway. As someone who doesn't like going out but feels sad when not invited (even though everyone knows I'm going to say no anyway), I find this very thoughtful, polite and wholesome 🥺)

Chains of Heart This is my weirest discovery in the world of BL, meaning I don't really know what this series is about, but I watch it with great interest :D My viewing Chains of Heart can be boiled down to: - ?????????????????????????????? - PoppyPoppyPoppyPoppyPoppy For me, Poppy is an actor whose boob will pop out of his dress and who will be a convincing mafia type. I love him, I was waiting for his serious role, where he will be not a comic relief, I knew that he would handle it perfectly and I was NOT disappointed.

Other things: - first Maserati, now Porsche 😎 - men who still mourn their old love are my weakness. Ken is still grieving, which makes it all the more interesting for me to watch his growing fascination with the mysterious stranger. The thick tension between them can be cut with a knife :) I don't know if it's Din after plastic surgery or someone new, I like both options :) - the aesthetics of this show are truly insane, the series is visualy my type. Lots of scenes are just ✨ beautiful ✨

Both series share fantastic chemistry between the characters and an unbelievable naturalness in physical contact, which was previously seen in couples like MaxTul, MileApo and most recently in Ghost Host. Watching these actors, you can see that touching another man, kissing him (and not only on the lips), skin-to-skin contact is something absolutely normal, natural and - what I especially pay attention to - pleasant and done willingly with enthusiasm. So awesome and satisfying, that in episodes 3 of Bed Friend and Chains of Heart there were scenes where couples lay on each other. Especially in the case of Uea, who felt comfortable and SAFE enough with King to let him do it.🥺

Both episodes were great. 💖

[ranposgirlboss]

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL UR AMAZING I LOVE UR WORKSSSSS

second can I request uh appearance and written match up?? :3 for Bungo Stray Dogs lol

Sooo

Likes: Drawing, Reading, being comfy, fashion ✨, baking cookies, sweet foods, competitive games, exploring, classical music, but also like every other genre too, and most definitely writing

Dislikes: Violence, change, Being controlled or manipulated TvT, Math, Stress, ART BLOCK AAAAAA

Sexuality: Asexual + romantically preferring men

Personality: Very competitive, and dislikes being out of control. Very nice and won't snap unless very very irritated. Easily irritated tho. Very sarcastic sense of humor. Quite friendly. Ambiverted but leaning towards Introverted. I'm quite serious and like mapping out schedules and plans for each and everything, but will not stick to it if something else comes up. Tends to overtalk and describe stuff or go on rants if very passionate about the subject. I'd say I'm quite creative as well? and I'm pretty goofy with people hehe

Also here's some art of myself hope it works <33

THANK U FOR THE PRAISE (つ≧▽≦)つ

and yes you can >:) (I LOVE YOUR ART SM)

WRITTEN MATCHUP...

POE

YALL ARE LITERALLY A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN!!! ENOUGH SIMILARITIES TO HAVE A GREAT TIME TOGETHER BUT NOT TO THE POINT WHERE YOU ARE IDENTICAL!! you and poe would vibe sm together omg. AND YALL WOULD BE ABLE TO RANT TO EACHOTHER ABOUT ART BLOCK (well, his is writing, but same difference). I JUTS AAAAAAAAA YES YES YES THATS ALL I GOTTA SAY. yall would just chill and listen to classical music like the chads you are

APPEARANCE MATCHUPS...

(art by nozz177 on twt)

PAUL VERLAINE

I DONT WANNA SPOIL YOU, BUT JUST KNOW THAT BLONDE CHUUYA AND YOU LOOK GREAT TOGETHER

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING MY INBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN ♡-(uｖu｡)

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Hi! I love your posts and how detailed they are- it’s really inspiring and I can see that you put a lot of effort into your content. I love it and I was wondering if I could get some yandere hcs on any hetalia characters (maybe less-acknowledged ones?) and how they would react to a fellow country rival being after their darling (maybe the other country is a yandere too!)

Thank you in advance, again, love your work! You’re super <3 😚 ✨

You’re so sweet! I’m glad you enjoy my comment and that they inspire you.

Now, let’s shine some light on the nations that have been shoved into the corner. For this, I’ve picked four nations, since there are many that I’ve written but have yet to play with.

Luxemburg: Eliot would work like an angler fish as a yandere. He would draw his darling in with sweet looks and hunched posture. As they grow closer to him, he’ll slowly switch the dynamic becoming the dominant force of the relationship. Now cooing at you and providing for you with his nice, but cheap luxuries.

His punishments would be inspired by various video games. Things like letting his darling wake up in a haunted house full of puzzles and traps that can cause harm if failed but if succeeded can give tools that lead them right back to him.

In his case, his rival would be his brother, the Netherlands. These two would leave their darling in mental shambles. Eliot plucked the heartstrings to play the song Unhealthy Obsession, while Baas would use his information to blackmail. Each of these stressors would force them closer to their breaking point. Due to his appeal, Eliot would have them crawling to him and pouring out their soul to him.

At the revelation of his brother’s crime, Eliot would decide it was time to flip the script. Taking her into his home, hiding her away with a simple promise of safety in his care. He fully attends to do so by every means possible, even if it means fracturing his family.

 Lithuania: As much as Kaz is all bark with no bite, he can be a pretty wild yandere to have. His self-absorbed nature means that he believes that they love him too. No matter how much they cry against him or attempt to shatter the fantasy, nothing works. It’s as if it’s a mirror encased in tempered glass.

Kaz would prepare by creating an intricate room with many locks and cravings to keep his dalin’ at first. It would carry the motif of a Lithuanian cottage with green accents. Each little craving is along the ceiling and walls; hours will be spent attempting to figure out the story and yet never catching all the details due to the complexity.

Going up against his more stoic brother, Poland, would leave Kaz foaming at the mouth. Both men are stubborn; creating a never-ending cycle of kidnapping and harm to each other. With Poland's more direct approach, Kaz will have an easier time deceiving his darling that he is easier to escape. Speeding up the taming processes through repeated failures. 

It is important to note, that during all the back and forth. It doesn't matter how many times he is beaten down, killed, or dismembered Kaz will always return to claim his darlin’.

Cyprus: Georgios’ darlin will have to get used to taunting. He will often antagonize to see which emotions will rise to the surface. All these different emotions make him feel closer to them. In return, he unveils other emotions building an unstable trust that is always moments away from shattering.

His darlin would live in near isolation on a Mediterranean beach. During periods when Georgios would be home, they would be allowed outside and can even enter the sparkling waters. Of course, he would be right there, an arm’s length away, waiting for you to slip up.

If I’m honest, everyone could be his rival due to his level of distrust. For this post, I’m gonna make it Canada due to the chaos he caused and got chucked for.

To compete with Matt, Georgios is going to do all he can to sabotage it. Every repair is broken, the camera is thrown out windows, and he speaks smack about Matt to his darlin. Which confuses his darlin at first because this random guy approaches them and warns them about the other stalker. As time goes on and as he helps them, trust builds.

All the while he avoids Matt and makes it more difficult for the Canadian to worm his way in. Taunts abound before Georgios is finally beat down by Matt. With his darlin taken, Georgios pulls out the big guns.

To put it simply, when Matt’s enemies come a knockin’, darlin’s go a missin.

Czech Republic: As a yandere, Matylda will expect her darling to fall in line like her many followers. Hanging on to her word like it was from God, himself. Though, unlike the rest, she will listen intently to the words from their mouth. Noting each thing within her mind. If the relationship were to be summarized in simpler words, she is Aphrodite, and they are Adonis.

Her vast garden is the source of some punishment for her poor darling. When upset, they are forced to run through it like a lab rat searching for safety from a robotic cat. Yet, they never find an exit instead are cornered by the metallic claws.

The rival would be Hungary aka Margita. As yandere competitors, both women would attempt to woo with influence and promise of an easy ride through life. They differ in that Matylda is able to use a large pool to gather information before taking her Adonis. While Margita will attempt to use her seduction to draw you closer.

Matylda will send her men out to give a single warning to Margita. Stop or face her wrath. When the Hungarian woman blows off her threat the warm embers of competition blaze into a passionate inferno.

Her men would be divided into four groups. The first would continue to gather intel on her darling. The second is preparing the home for their capture. Group three is gathering information on Margita and her preparations during which the fourth team is figuring out how to crush the Hungarian’s advances.

Once the teams come together a horribly, unstoppable plan is formed. One that involves kidnapping, a lawsuit, and a metal coffin.

[ran-orimoto]

I wanna know if possible: sexuality headcanons for the Uncle Frontier adults in your stories ? Izumi and Junpei are straight. The others? I want to know what they are like to the Kourantoto too. As uncles.

Hello, Anon! I don’t usually reply to these kinds of asks because I’m always afraid to be disrespectful about certain matters. Still, at the same time I don’t want to be rude and ignore an ask ahahha. So, I’ll try being very dry (a bit hard🤣q), but whatever….!

I’ll first talk about the sexualities!

• Takuya: Gay

I have been headcanoning he likes dudes since I watched the second Frontier episode and my thoughts intensified with the Tomoki’s nightmare episode. During these days I’ve been reminded writers didn’t keep themselves from giving both Takouji and Takunpei ✨ fantastic moments (yes, I ship both so hard, I’m not even sorry). They tried making him straight but they failed and it never worked before my eyes.

• Kouji: Bi

I believe he developed a preference over boys during the years, after having experimented dating girls (because in the drama it does sound like both him and Kouichi are popular among girls?). Like I’ve said many times, even if nowadays I ship Takunpei harder, I like headcanoning Kouji will get a little crush on Junpei in high school and it kinda lingers even after Kouji marries Takuya, then divorces him. Yet, Junpei only sees Kouji as a friend and also a brother at a certain extent, so…

• Tomoki: Ace

I used to see him as totally gay, but I frankly struggle to see Tomoki in any relationship somehow. Like, my most random ship ever is older Tomoki x Kouichi. It’s all due to some fanfictions really making it so nice to read about. Yet, I’ve landed on the ace territory for Tomoki, making him single and focused on his politician job like I think he would absolutely be.

• Kouichi: Het

Unlike Kouji, I headcanon him to absolutely prefer women over men, though. I’m not sure if he had a wife in my head before he died. Kouichi just gives me the vibes of someone who would get a perfect life as an adult, building his future very smoothly.

Yeah, maybe he definitely had a wife when he died.

-Switching to them as uncles (🤣🤣🤣 help me)

• Takuya is the cool uncle being a football star and making Kou get sparkles in his eyes. Kou wants to watch every football match featuring him and can get really sad whenever the teams Takuya is in lose. Takuya makes sure to send Kou lot of football gadgets whenever he can, from t-shirts to photos too, and I actually always draw Kou’s room to be full of football stuff. Not to forget Kou also plays football at school to be like Zio Takuya.

Still, I don’t think Takuya is the cool Uncle to Ran’s fantasies too. Ran can’t stand it when people treat Junpei badly, and let’s say Takuya and Junpei never lost their tendency to have intense brawls (now using italian swearing, why not🤣). Both have got their faults in the varied occasions, but Ran will always be convinced Papà has done nothing wrong and once she will also cry and shout at Takuya to leave Papà alone.

• Passing to Kouji, Ran is actually more affectionate to him than Kou, because Kou considers Kouji “lamer than Zio Takuya” , since he’s much calmer and isn’t that sociable at a first impact. Ran, instead, really loves listening to Kouji’s tales about his travels and Kouji will take a while to get used to her bursting curiousity. In truth, Kouji won’t find getting used to the kids that easy at first, despite having been a parent in the *cough* past (my Takouji having experiences🤣). He gets flustered at the kids being so excitable, so lively, so touchy, but Junpei and Izumi adore seeing Kouji melting a bit when it comes to them.

Junpei wants Kouji to understand they all are his family loving him despite him being such a free spirit. Kouji………….Kouji eventually gets attached to his uncle role in the depth of his heart. He just knows that if someone dares to touch the kids they will be doomed. Samurai Uncle🤣💕.

• Tomoki is kinda the too caring and fussy single uncle always coming up with pep-talks, and let’s say the kids aren’t that fond of that side of his, his baby homonymous, either. When Kou moves to Japan along with Izumi and Toto, Tomoki, who still lives there, starts visiting the family more often to get to know about how school is going for Kou. Since in his politician carreer he still deals with the issue of bully in Japan, he’s aware returnees have got no easy life. So, he wants to know everything about Kou’s new school experience, any detail, sometimes also instilling doubts in both Junpei’s and Izumi’s minds, making them wonder if Kou is really feeling that comfortable about the changes in his life.

When Kou gets involved with a circle of bullies, the kid gets so scared of the idea of just running into Tomoki. He knows what a calculating intelligence Uncle has got and it wouldn’t be nice, at all, if he got spotted pulling his pranks by him.

• Kouichi………… Kouichi dies of heart attack after having overworked himself during Covid period. He doesn’t get to know any kid, but Izumi and Junpei take the children to the cemetery sometimes, often telling them about their Kouichi uncle who has died as an unsung hero.

PSA: To me…Junpei could be bi, but the fact is that he has never got t explore his sexuality because of his crush on Izumi.

[mirrorballtales]

Dear Reader,

It’s been a year since Midnights was released and it’s been such a whirlwind adventure for me as a fan. We hadn’t had a new album since 2020, the re-records were the only thing keeping us together.

Taylor somehow always seems to capture whatever phase I’m in, in my life, with her genuine lyricism. That affliction of being plagued with everything you’ve ever done wrong. Or things that are happening now. Somehow midnights really become our afternoons. Something shifted when she said to meet her at midnight. We learned to embrace being the Anti-Hero in people’s stories. It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me. I’ve learned to breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. I’ve wanted to stay in a lavender haze. I learned I’m only cryptic and Machiavellian because I care. Checkmate. I’m something of a mastermind. I’m no pawn. I couldn’t lose. Karma became my boyfriend. FACTS! I survived The Great War of Ticketmaster and ended up at two Eras Tour concerts! I cried in mourning of everything I’ve lost, because it’s all over. It really was bigger than the whole sky. I imagined myself in Paris. April 29th had a whole new meaning. There was a glitch, and I’m not even sorry. I screamed about dancing with the devil. Cause if I was a child did it matter? I screamed about him giving back my girlhood, because it was mine first!!! I learned that if it feels like a trap I’m already in one dear reader. I found the best way to describe myself: argumentative, antithetical dream girl, pathological, people pleaser. And it really hits different. I became a less Lana truther and Snow on the Beach became my most streamed song of 2022. Life is emotionally abusive. Weird but fucking beautiful. So many things feel impossible. I don’t dare to speak it. Afraid I’ll jinx it. I don’t dare to wish it. I’ve lost track of time over and over again. Maybe it’s the cheap screw top rosé. All of me changed like midnight. I guess we all get some kind of haunted and I never think of him except on midnights like this. Circumstances. Miscommunications. Politics and gender roles. I’d like some explanations. I’d like to have a conversation. I started drawing the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man. They say looks can kill and I will try. I don’t dress for women. I don’t dress for men. Lately I’ve been dressing for revenge. I don’t start shit but I can tell you how it ends. I realized, baby love, I’ve been a little too kind. And we already know if we’re kind we might forget to be clever. I polish up, real ✨NICE. I think I’ve been too good of a girl. And when the band asks if I have a man, I can still say I don’t, remember? Don’t put me in a basement. I can still make the whole place shimmer. I hosted parties. Starved my body. I made the friendship bracelets. Took the moment and tasted it. I’ve got no reason to be afraid. Guess I’m on my own. Yeah I can face this.

A year seems like insanity. A year ago I couldn’t even really sing along because I had somehow caught some form of bronchitis and RSV all at once. A year ago I wish I could have told myself that I’d go to two of her concerts. I’d make my own dress! I’d meet some amazing people! One of them, my prettiest bestie ever! I’d also get to meet Taylor. And that I would never believe.

I can’t wait to continue this incredible era and see what else is in store for us.

I leave you with my top five of Midnights. I also plan on camping out, once more, next spring, for (I’m manifesting here) the 3am edition vinyl!

1. Mastermind

2. Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

3. Labyrinth

4. Snow on the Beach ft. Lana Del Rey

5. Hits Different/You’re Losing Me

[calamityandme]

I’ve had a better couple of days thank goodness.

Yesterday I had a “me” day. I played a lot of BG3. ROMANCED ASTARION! It was at the tiefling party/bonfire or whatever. It was so fun lol.

I made myself chicken and dumplings for dinner that night. Spent time with Danny. Overall a good day.

✨(I need to talk about my special interests now)✨

Today I cleaned for R. I had a slightly different list than usual. I didn’t clean parts of the upstairs bathroom because she had already cleaned them, for example. I decided to switch things up with my listening selection. While I cleaned I listened to Rhett and Link’s podcast Ear Biscuits on Spotify. I hadn’t listened to them in a while because I’ve been enjoying cleaning while listening to my library audiobooks, but I remembered that they do special sex themed episodes during the month of September called Sextember so I checked those out.

I really enjoy those episodes of Ear Biscuits. I enjoyed What Are Our Sex Lives Like? (Ep. 395).

I listened to half of EP. 394 Kinks We’ve Tried (Or Will Try) but it was also funny. I only listened to half because I had finished cleaning by then, nothing against them. I plan on finishing it sometime soon.

I want to go on a little bit of a Rhett and Link tangent lol. I have been watching Rhett and Link’s content ever since I was first given access to YouTube. I was introduced to them when I stumbled across their video Squirrel Rights Song.

I have watched Rhett and Link videos at many varying points in my life. Sometimes almost religiously watching uploads, other times forgetting about them for a year until I’m recommended an interesting Good Mythical Morning segment by the YouTube algorithm.

Their videos are just a safe place for me. I have definitely looked up to Rhett and Link as father figures in my life when my dad wasn’t there when I needed him. Rhett and Link had time for me every morning lol. That was enough to leave a good impression on me. I even wrote to them back in the day and drew something of me and my friend meeting Rhett and Link lol. I was 17 and she was 15 at the time lol. Looking back, I’m sure if I actually ended up sending them my letters/package that the drawing of the two grown men standing next to two teenage girls would probably be creepy lol. Maybe it was a good thing those letters stayed in my sentiment box.

I loved the first Good Mythical Evening. I paid for it so my friend and I could watch it together. My friend C is also a long-time fan of Rhett and Link.

I just have enjoyed their content and how it’s changed over the years. I loved the small town commercials, the rap battles, the many GMM changes and skits that have stuck with me throughout the years (Moolissa, Cotton Candy Randy✨). I have a lot of good memories with their content.

But anyways done talking about that lol.

I went to this coffee shop by my work and got myself a special coffee to celebrate going to work today. I really contemplated calling in sick today but I knew in my bones I needed to get it over with.

A few days ago I tried to get coffee from this place and I didn’t have enough money to get the coffee, so i apologized and left the drive thru coffeeless. I thought I had enough but I was $2 short. Today I asked to pay for 2 coffees and only get 1 to make up for my grievance. They were nice about it.

It felt really good to pay for the coffee I couldn’t have earlier. I got myself some lunch and dropped some things off at a donation center near me before going back home for the day.

I played more BG3 today lol. Started watching this alien movie called Arrival. It’s pretty good so far. I have just been trying to take it easy since today was my “hardest” day of the week. Hard meaning most physically exhausting I would say.

Tomorrow is engagement photos. I’m so so nervous but excited. I know I’m fat and I’ll look fat so I’m trying to brace myself. Fat doesn’t equal bad. I am fat and that’s okay. I’m beautiful because of me and everything that I am. Mantra for photos ✨ I’m excited for my mom and maybe nana to see our venue too.

I’ll end this post with some marigolds from our garden. Ignore the dirt lol.

[acefaun]

I hate my phone's auto correction! Hi. I wanted to ask, how are you feeling now? 💕

Hand is good. 🤭 Hand is better now that hand is washed. 😋 Personally, I love your autocorrect. My thumb's still too sore to touch, so no drawing yet,but it looks like my healing time of 1 week is going to be met! 💖

And... I was working on some Lou fics like I said. For some reason people trust a virgin to give them quality smut. 🫣 I truthfully don’t know what I’m doing but… they like it I guess??

Still, I find my self getting stuck. 😞 I like what I’m writing but I got stuck on one Lou smut fic so I started a different one only to get stuck in the same place. Just before the actual smut part of the fic.

I set it up very nicely and then I just fall apart!

And then it starts getting steamy and I just stop before the actual seggies. 😵‍💫 I think I'm affection-starved. My sister-in-law went off to the Air Force with my brother so she isn't here to give me my occasional dose of head-pats and snuggly hugs. I'm having withdrawals.

��� I also crave softness, so I also don't think I can handle having a boyfriend, a manly boyfriend, at that. Hairy and beardy just doesn't register as softness in my head. I just unfortunately think that's actually my issue. 😩 I'm so jealous that I can't have someone affectionately touch me as softly as these gods. Not even in a sexual manner! I just want to hug someone soft so my lack of human affection is giving me a brain fart.

But I high-key think I'm some kind of lesbian becuase men aren't soft enough for me. 💀 My first kiss was with a woman and it's ruined me from men. 💀💀💀 My poor harem comprised mostly entirely of men!!! What's the point of having a harem of beautiful men if I'm attracted solely to soft women?!

I'm whining about my harem, what about the poor male who's hard core simping for my nerdy self?! He wants me to be his girl but... That poor poor wookiee of a man needs to come to terms with my lesbian soul. 🥺

That. And. I need an emotional support woman. I just wanna be gently held and gently hold a fellow member of the same sex; even if it's platonically, LETS CUDDLE. Y'all are about to see me HIGHKEY gender bend these Zodiac gods. The MINUTE I can pick up a pencil, it's over for all you bisexuals!!

So. Yeah. I'm not in physical pain. I'm having affection withdrawals. I'm in emotional distress. I have an addiction to affectionte affection, it's a problem and there's no 12 step program for people who are suffering like me. I'm in emotional pain. 🤧 Gods, give me a woman. ✨ May she be dragon, or elf, or goddess, or even human. Perhaps a shapeshifter? A woman of other race? Perhaps a woman of the opposite gender? I've heard those art soft too. Any woman you wanna throw at me. Any and/or all will do. 🙏🏻

~~~~imagine Leon being spammed with wishes like that from me and being like "stfu" 🤭

Thanks for asking! 💖 You're honestly more concerned about me than the boyfriend I mentioned. He doesn't check up on my finger every day. Then again.... He's not looking forward to gay/genderbent art like everyone else. 😝