#this is something bleach has that is so unique...

[sashi-ya]

BABY, HOLD YOUR HAND ~

[quarterlifekitty]

Weaknesses part 5: complexes

Note: this is jokes!! Please don’t take my cartoon pathologizing too seriously!

cw: some daddy kink level stuff

Gaz has a soft spot for girls who suffer from oldest sister syndrome. Girls that are a little world weary and too grown up at too young an age from caring for others while not having people to rely on. He just loves how pleasantly surprised you are literally every time he does something helpful that you didn’t ask him to do. Doing the dishes. Spackling that hole from the picture you took down. Refilling the air in the tires. Bleaching the bathtub. Very small things— but you’re so used to being the only one who can stay on top of things. Literally the high he gets from telling you to sit down and relax is unparalleled.

Soap is, quite frankly, into girls who grew up thinking they were ugly. It’s a terribly selfish, but he likes telling you all of the dirty things he thinks of doing to you, how he feels like someone’s knocked him upside the head when you enter a room in a new outfit, how he has to take a cold shower every time you’re going out to some event and he gets to see you dressed up. Honestly, he has to take the cold showers pretty regularly. Seeing how you’re flustered, and you don’t 100% believe the things he says— so he has to put in the time to make you believe him. You’re the kind of girl boys would dare each other to ask out in middle school, and now Soap has the absolute pleasure of convincing you that sometimes you make him so turned on that he thinks he’s about to throw up.

Ghost likes outcast girls. He likes how you eye him with a little bit of suspicion when he chooses to hang around you. He sort of gets this idea in his head that he’s the only one that can handle your eccentricities— handle you. That other people are afraid to approach you but he’s not afraid of anything. That his interest in you is because honestly, he has a much more refined palate than any of the shitheads you’re surrounded by. And you know what? He likes the idea of you as a couple being the scary, freak ass couple. Two lone wolves becoming mates.

Price likes former gifted students. He loves that you’re talented and quick, yes, but he also can’t help but get excited by all of that pressure that’s on you— that you put on yourself. He gets to be the one that relieves it. He’s the one that gets to lavish you in praise, and he’s also the one who gets to pin you down and force you to take it easy for a little while. He loves gently handling any mistakes or missteps, rationally perceived or otherwise. Because he can tell no one’s ever bothered to treat you so gently, have they, sweetheart? They’ve just been content to push you to your limits and have you run yourself ragged because you’re special. You are, he won’t deny it— but you’re also a little thing that hasn’t seen enough nurturing, in his eyes.

König loves so called “high maintenance” girls. Girls with high standards who know what they want, who have gone through some partners that couldn’t take the heat. He gets a very unique sense of control out of it— knowing all of your rules, rituals, likes, dislikes. Like Ghost, he likes thinking of himself as the only person who knows how to handle you— that everyone before him has just been unworthy of you. That he is strong where others have been weak. And you know what? It’s not rotten work. Not to him. Not if it’s you. He’s just built different.

Nikolai… I’m just going to say it. He likes girls with daddy issues. He kinda throws his whole self into relationships at times, and he likes it when he can be your everything. Your love, your friend, your hero, your source of approval from an older man. And he loves a brat. Because he knows you only act that way because someone didn’t pay attention to his special girl in the past. You’re testing him— daring him, unsheathing your claws to see if he’ll flinch and he never will. He’ll endure it all and chip at your defenses until you’re the soft, satisfied, sweet girl he knows you really want to be. Lavishing you with praise and attention, bragging about you to anyone who will listen. He wants you to have a complete breakdown because you’ve been holding it all in and putting up walls for so long that you don’t even know how to cope with being in the arms of someone who will always catch you when you fall.

[drchucktingle]

sometimes buds ask’ what is it like to be a neurodivergent artist?’ and this is great summary: the charts can look like this, and at same time people will be endlessly posting on how you are ‘not real’ or ‘a bit’. you can hold bestsellers in slot 1 to 4 and still not be 'serious'

i am ultimately ok with this. i love my trot and would not have it any other way, but i think it is worth investigation. when irony poisoning has seeped into everything, how many times does a neurodivergent person have to say ‘actually this is NOT so bad its good. its just good’

when you are autistic, or queer, or both, how much proof do you need to be considered good art? or good business? what do the charts have to look like for me to be a ‘real’ author? or allowed my face mask at a library association conference? or one person not a group of writers?

im coming up on a decade of writing tinglers soon, and people are still talkin about my ‘serious’ works vs my ‘joke books’ and at every turn, as kindly as i can, i shout from the rooftops: THEY ARE ALL SERIOUS BOOKS. THIS IS NOT A BIT.

but its hard when buds have had ‘the correct way to be a writer. the correct way to be an artist. the COOL way to react to a book that is TOO weird’ pounded into their heads by internet culture. 'kill it with fire' they say. 'i need eye bleach' they say without thinking. a line.

heres the thing, the tide IS turning. theres buckaroos jumping in and saying, ‘I want to be a part of this’ and for that they are being rewarded. the publisher who took me seriously is lookin pretty dang good right now with these charts and these sales. i am honored and moved

over time there will be more buds who shed that irony mask. the tide of sincerity is powerful, and the tide of love is inevitable. it is difficult to stand strong in our uniqueness but it also pays off, and I hope to be a shining example. eventually THE TIMELINE BENDS TO YOU

so this is not a thread to complain. i have been trotting long enough that these things do not really bother me. being made fun of and disparaged as ‘not legit art’ while also being objectively successful at the things im made fun of about is kind of the ocean that i swim in.

no. my point of this is to say THANK YOU to those of you who have been trotting by my side over these years. THANK YOU for proving love to me. im so honored by your support, and you should know that YOU have seen beyond the irony poisoned veil that stops many others. YOU get it.

and to those with their own unique perspective on creation: look what you can do. yes there will likely be a lot of resistance to something different, but there is also a LOT of reward. YOU can trot a new path. YOU can prove love is real, not in MY way, but IN YOUR OWN WAY

anyway thank you for reading buckaroos. thank you for your support. LUCKY DAY comes out next summer and it is probably as FAR OUT and existential as the tingleverse has ever gone. you can preorder it here

[serve-corps]

Wednesday x female reader

reader if from a different school yet they're highschool sweethearts!

slightly out of character Wednesday, I believe she would take after her father in the romance department after she opens up and relaxes

Wednesday was a stoic girl. she was never brought to tears after her scorpion was brutally killed in front of her. She never let her emotions show on her face. she always kept her cards close to her chest. that also included you.

you had been dating Wednesday for a few years, 4 to be exact. you met at the same middle school when she suddenly transferred in the last year when you both were 12, you treated her like everyone else but you always laughed or more or so snorted when she threw back some common sense back at some strict teachers.

when people were being mean to her, the next day; suddenly there were tacks on their seats, Gorilla glue all of their books together, and bleach on their gym uniforms. but Wednesday wasn't the one who did this, she would have been more violent, more torturous and gruesome.

because of their misfortune, Wednesday let out small smiles at this announcement when they were looking for the cause of this, the bullies seemed to be more troubled with this than physical torture and the result had a long-lasting effect with not only more irritation but everyone around them was giving them the same treatment they were giving Wednesday. huh, so subtle torture can be effective. noted.

by some unjust feeling, she knew it was you that gave her that hand; no not thing. from then on, you noticed she lingered wherever you did, it was her kind of stalking you in a way. but you weren't scared, flattered actually.

walking up to her that day was a bit hectic as she was resilient to acknowledge you, let alone respond to your question of, "hey, Wednesday. right?"

after a few minutes of talking about what else you did to those bullies for Wednesday's sake made her talk. rookie mistake because not even a few months later, she realised she was head over heels for you. it's like a recessive gene being such a hopeless romantic. just like her mother and father, she was hesitant to show affection at first when you started dating in high school, two years before she got transferred, but she became as sweet as candy when you were alone, her knowledge of anatomy came in handy when she wanted to give you a massage, you never asked for them but it was more to make her feel content and feel like she was doing something that aided you than anything else.

this was one of the reasons she was so against going to nevermore academy, not just because it was a school of freaks and she was going to hate the scheme her parents had to make her the spitting images of them, but the fact she was leaving you.

granted she screwed up by getting moved because she dropped piranhas into the school's pool all for her brother's revenge. if she could go back in time she would have done something non-expelling worthy... like what you did to those bullies all those years ago for her.

a few months go by at Nevermore and she settled uncomfortably while having Weems breathing down her neck in the unpleasant creepy way. she made her impression on all students, she solved the riddle of the murderer's she's now free from hell. education now.

however, Weems always has to drop a bombshell on the students at the last minute, how kind of her to suddenly announce that there are a handful of students who will be visiting to take part in some of the unique exam topics that only occur at Nevermore. Botanical sciences and fencing are taught here which are uncommon among schools minus Nevermore.

this was an unpleasant surprise for students as they would now not only have to share dorms but get to know normies. deal with normies somehow bullying them in a school full of outcasts and having to deal with all the insults and slurs.

the only one who had a positive reaction was shockingly Wednesday, Enid was the only one who only slightly even noticed this because the girl in the black uniform sat up straighter and had her lips pressed into a thin line, unusual for her but it was sort of easy to brush off.

see, Wednesday had received a letter prior from you that you would be going to another school to take and revise for your fencing and Botanical sciences exam, you were unsure which school but there was a high chance it was her lovely girlfriend's maze of an education sancta.

all she had to do was wait for the clock to tick and you'd be in her arms once more- wait. she's built up this reputation of being a heartless girl, why should she shatter that? she wouldn't dare.

she took a mental note to remind herself to write a letter to you later about why she won't be smothering you in affection as soon as you're in her line of sight to make sure you do not feel saddened or hurt by her lack of attentiveness and eagerness to see you.

as she happily typed during her writing time, put into a better mood knowing you'd be residing in her school for a few months and she's be able to shower you with the love she wanted to for the entirety of while she's been attending nevermore.

Enid was humming to her K-pop that was playing a few decibels too loud for Wednesday's liking but wasn't saying anything for the sake of friendship but for their civil "peace" to be interrupted by some knocking at the door, Enid was the one to shout come in as Wednesday kept typing and the werewolf paused her music with a hop skip and a jump.

the door gently opened revealing the blonde Weems with a smile on her face, gesturing to a girl behind her to go inside the room before she did.

"Miss Sinclair, Miss Addams, this is ______ from ________ High School. she'll be taking both the Fencing and Botanical Science exams.

so in result, she'll be here longer than most of the semi-permanent transfers. in curtesy, were going to make sure she has a large room, there are only two other transfers that will be taking both exams so the three of them will be here for approximately six months."

she looked between the girls; checking their reactions. miraculously, Enid had a more sour look than Wednesday which made Weems' eyes widen, Wednesday looked almost happy, but she wasn't smiling.

"Principal Weems, there's probably some bigger rooms she can stay-" Enid said with a wobbly smile, trying to sound polite about not wanting a normie roommate but Wednesday cut her off.

"Sure, I can set a bed up for her later." she turned back to her typewriter only to be typing faster than normal. alarmingly fast yet it was the only thing that could be heard for a few seconds as both Weems and Enid were stunned at the girl actually saying yes to something, let alone some sort of volunteering.

Weems took that as the only win she was going to get and snapped out of her state, smiling brighter than before she grabbed two of the bags that belonged to you that were resting outside the door and brought them inside the room.

"then ill leave her in your care, girls!" she got out of the room as quickly as possible before Enid could even have the chance to refuse.

the girl with Harley Quinn coloured hair faced you with a tight pained smile and said,

"heeeeeeyyy new roomie...my name's Enid and that's Wednesday. Don't worry, she's just a bit of a murdery angsty teenager so don't be offended by her if she says anything!"

she backed away and sat down on her bed and a few seconds later, the sound of a timer went off on Wednesday's desk, her writing time was up. she placed her typewriter to the side and turned to you, Enid watching the interaction like a hawk.

"i believe it's my turn to give the new student a tour." standing up from her desk; she walked towards you and grabbed a few of your bags, moving them closer to her side of the room. then walking back to the door.

"if you would follow me." she said in her normal monotonous voice.

you did as she hence commanded and followed her with a grin on your face, which not only made Wednesday feel a flutter in her heart but made Enid feel paranoia. what were you going to say to Wednesday to make even her feel hurt. even if it's a little, Enid will get some blood on her claws if Wednesday even so much as has a bigger frown than usual.

walking down the dorm hallways with your girlfriend in silence was comforting. however, Wednesday broke the silence which led to the most gentle conversation back and forth asking each other things and providing answers.

"how are you, Cara Mia? Letters weren't enough for me." Wednesday said in her tone she only reserves for you, it seemed like a hum but it was also so quiet it was barely above a whisper. it made you weak in the knees.

it was close to when students were required to go to their dorms, however, there is an exception if there is currently a tour for a student.

the halls, classrooms, and the quad were empty, deeming it safe, Wednesday carefully reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers, her gently rubbing her ice-cold thumb over your warm hand. it made you shiver in the best way.

hands intertwined as she softly explained where the quad was and showed you what it looked like, it was empty as well. you took the time to lean against the wall, admiring not only the scenery but your girlfriend who was just gently gazing at you.

never would you have thought that those black eyes would have such a soft edge to them that could make your heart slide into your throat. you were so lost in her eyes, that you didn't even notice her advancement towards you, one hand still interlocked with yours meanwhile the other went to your cheek, her cold hand sending a shock to your nerves yet it felt like it was burning when she touched you.

she feels your warmth and her heart swells at feeling you once more in front of her, in person, and able to shower you with love.

your foreheads were pressed against each other, however, neither of you knew that there was a window that faced the quad, that widow was connected to Weems' office. she's seeing the whole ordeal with a gentle smile. knowing that all Addams are the same. she was the spitting image of her mother with the same tastes yet the same romantic as her father. guess thats where his genetics come in.

she smiled and closed the curtains that showed the two girls just staring into each other's eyes, once the curtains closed, the gap between their lips shut as the softest kiss was shared, one with a message of 'I missed you' and unconditional love. to think this love blossomed from middle school to now. how time flew.

the kiss stopped only for you two to just gaze into each other's eyes, the eerie scenery of the school's quad, the darkness surrounding you both with its creepy blanket, the paranoia of being caught, the mixed emotions of relief, happiness and longing all colliding together as you make up for the time you missed with each other.

"hello, amore..." you mutter with a smile, feeling a tingling warmth in your chest, regretfully pulling away but keeping a hand interlocked with hers.

you indulge in an intimate conversation for around ten minutes; one consisting of your school, families, and current dilemmas which results in pecks and gentle affections. it's unusual to see Wednesday like this. you don't hate it at all. You've only ever seen her like this with you so you'll take it as a compliment.

once you heard footsteps approaching that seemed hushed, almost trying not to be noticed, you two backed off each other and started talking professionally again. as though you didn't know each other.

Wednesday with her houndlike nose was able to sniff out the smells of acrylic and other cheap paints; all around just the scent of art supplies. Xavier.

he seemed to trying to sneak up on the pair of you, trying to gauge any sort of understanding the two of you had; if there was about to be a fight that would break out. turning to face each other after both of you noticed the James Bond behind the pillars, you both nodded to each other.

walking in paced footsteps towards your dorm, the third pair of clumsy feet dispersing at the midpoint of your journey obviously coming to some sort of sense that his journey was a hopeless escapade.

walking in without knocking, you see the room is empty apart from a messy bed belonging to Enid and a mattress that seemed to have fought and won against Enid as it was slanted and barely out of its corner. that brought a snort out of you, making Wednesday's eyes flicker to you only for her to try and see her brain with how hard she rolled her eyes.

you patted the goth's shoulder and walked towards the mattress strewn across the floor, picking it up with ease and placing it on the line that separated the preppy colourful werewolf and the psychic' room. the bed being slightly more pushed onto the soulless girl's side.

of course.

Wednesday's nose couldn't pick up on the K-pop-loving girl, nor the scent of expensive hand lotions with the scent of lavender and bergamot, gathering her thoughts, she "accidentally" knocked you over onto your mattress of the floor that you just applied some bedsheets to and clean pillowcases with a fresh blanket, falling onto your face, but the landing nullified by your pillows, you turn around to glare at the girl, who sat herself down on the edge of the mattress with poise and elegance, but that was thrown away when she laid down on the bed, grabbing you by the back of the collar.

a strangled gargle left your throat as you were choaked by the collar and were RKO-ed onto the shitty mattress, feeling a leg wrap itself around your leg, and her arms strangling your arm but not really strangling it, she just prefers that term over cuddling.

you softly chuckled and undid her braids, raking your hands through her hair softly, marvelling at the texture, humming a tune that's either a sombre tone or one with a tragic story behind it.

her denying the fact she's savouring the moment with you, her actually letting her guard down and falling asleep.

you keep her up with a soft tug at some of the strands of hair, in case her roommate decides to come back, her brows furrowing each time. Her trying to shoo your hand away, for once wanting to sleep instead of keeping up with her insomnia streak of 7 days for her experiment to prove the Russian sleep experiment wrong. She was willing to throw that all away in the comfort of your presence.

you wouldn't let her fall asleep though, it was late into the night after all, Wednesday found the night and darkness comforting but you, my god you...you lulled her to sleep like she was listening to a thunderstorm after she committed murder. you were even more comforting than that.

yet you wouldn't let her sleep? you bitch.

she grumbled out a groan and strained her body to be face to face with you, heads centimetres apart but Wednesday wasn't phased, she just forcibly grabbed your chin and kissed you, it was soft but you could damn well tell it was a kiss saying, "I love you but I will beat the shit out of you."

it made you smile how softly and lazily she kissed you, like she was falling asleep at the wheel and her brain was the car. her breath became slow in the kiss as her head slowly started to drop and your lips followed until she was resting on your shoulder, you were still chuckling lightly as your girlfriend can be the biggest romantic you've ever known sometimes.

kissing you to shut you up, how original.

as she rightfully put you in your place, even half-conscious, she seemingly was inhaling as much as she could as she was basically buried in the crook of your neck, not weird at all. but in all honesty, there are scents that people find comforting, that homey smell, that's what you remind her of, you are her home. you don't smell like dust and insects unlike her actual house, but you. you were her home. She loved that scent. you could smell her as well, it didn't smell like shampoo or anything, just black coffee and burnt sage, it was an unusual combination but you would not expect any less from your Addams.

a kiss to the forehead put a gentle look on her face; like you were blessing her with horrific nightmares and hoping she woke up in shock. just as she was about to gratefully slip into those nightmares, both of your necks snapped towards the sound of a camera shuttering and a bright flash somewhere by the door.

Wednesday sitting up in alarm, now wide awake about you still recovering from looking directly into the flash, slowing sitting up yourself.

you wish you were prepared for the rest of the abuse your body would take and your ears felt like they were going to become hell's new Niagara falls as this grating squeal tore though the room.

"O M G! Wednesday you have a girlfriend?! what happened to our BFF pact?! Didn't you just meet today?!?! I have so many questions!!" the voice was of that werewolf girl who looked like she would rather hang herself publicly than share a room with you but she was now smiling and awing at the both of you like you were some stupid romance novel?

as you blinked back into the real world, you saw the blonde pacing by the door, a severed hand jumping off of her shoulder and crawling its way towards you.

"hey thing, you got her out of here on purpose didn't you? That's my man." you mumbled quietly but Wednesday still heard you, giving you a dead glare for less than a second as you fist-bumped the little fella.

mistake on your part as Enid shouted once more "THING YOU KNEW?!-" Respectfully, you wanted to rip your ears off, you were just about to get her to sleep too but this is why you kept her up, because you thought this would happen and she's grumpy when she's woken up.

this lead to Wednesday explaining vaguely and Enid apologising for judging you. you and Thing were signing back and forth, talking about what's happened in the other's life that wasn't transmitted through Wednesday's censorship.

safe to say, Enid and Thing were not only under close monitoring about shutting the fuck up whenever they were in public or in school about you two, but they gave you grace periods alone together which was nice of them, sometimes clothes or makeup had to be touched up before they came in and sometimes clothed had to be put back on entirely. not only is Wednesday good with special effects make-up therefore hiding any marks she leaves or you give her,

but she's good at hiding things with make-up as well. you two managed to fly under the radar for nearly the whole six months you were attending nevermore until the last week, Bianca saw you two holding hands at lunch and publicly announced it, thinking it would embarrass Wednesday, all it did was get her to lean on you.

for that, you'll always thank Bianca. because that night she didn't care about how loud she was or how loud she made you be that last night. with actions or with words.

[astrocrazed]

Ketu Ruled Men & Their Striking Features

A Study of Shadowy Beauty in the Nakshatras 💫🌠🦋🙏🕊️🌚

This is a special collab with @astrocrazed and honestly I'm so grateful to her because this idea was born out of our shared obsession with nakshatra-coded beauty. Most appearance-based astrology content focuses on women and even fewer talk about how each nakshatra affects physical features, particularly in men. So we wanted to change that. This post focuses on Ketu-ruled nakshatras and how this shadowy, spiritual planet shows up physically. Ketu might be headless, but trust me when it dominates a chart, the face tells a story. If your Sun, Moon, or Ascendant is in a Ketu-ruled nakshatra (Ashwini, Magha, Mula), conjunct Ketu or if Ketu is in your 2nd house (which rules the face), chances are you've got some of these distinctive traits. Let's dive into the mysterious allure of Ketu-coded men.

Now onto my introduction,

Offering my prayers to lord Ganesha

Om Gam Ganapathaye Namaha II

And with a beej mantra of ketu

ॐ श्रम श्रीं सरं सह केतवे नमः ||

Om Shram Shree Srom Saha Ketave Namaha II

I am starting this post..

It has been a long time since I have written a long-ass post. This post is a collab with @clarynewme . I am more thankful to her as she is the one who came up with all the points. So kudos to your research and observations. We decided to do such a post after finding little to no posts discussing how each nakshatra affects the overall features of a man. We are delving into physical features that are seen in each of the 27 nakshatras. Before going into individual nakshatras, it would be worthwhile to do a general post on all the nakshatras that are ruled by the same planet. So in this post we are talking about ketu, the shadowy planet.

Each planet has certain influence on the facial features and overall physique of a person. As we are talking about Ketu, let's see how it influences a person's features.

Jaehyun

Brad Pitt

Austin Butler

Ahn Hyo-Seop

Xu Kai

Ashutosh Rana

Adrien Brody

From what is seen in these photos they tend to have:

🍀 Prominent jawline - well defined but not overly square, with minimal excess mass around the jaw area;

🍀 Tapered chin that's round yet slightly squarish;

🍀 Small to medium almond-shaped "puppy eyes" (@venussaidso);

🍀 Close-set eyes unless softened by Pisces/ Sagittarius placements (tropical astrology); Deep set, noticeable or even shocking eyes (Claire Nakti);

🍀 Prominent or unique teeth - large, crooked or with a gap (Claire Nakti);

🍀 Straight and narrow nose bridge;

🍀 High, subtly defined cheekbones;

🍀 Prominent neck - usually long or thick;

🍀 Something unique about their appearance, like tattoos, piercings, dyed or styled hair or a padded/dimpled chin (Claire Nakti);

🍀 Hair that varies widely: long, medium, short, bald, dyed, bleached or natural (common styles include mohawks, slicked back looks, buns, or wild textures) - Claire Nakti;

🍀 Symmetrical lips with a well-defined Cupid's bow;

🍀 Prominent ears that stick out (Claire Nakti);

🍀 Tall height and lean to muscular body (in general);

🍀 Tendency to highlight their eyes with eye liner or smokey eyeshadows - musexmessenger (tiktok);

🍀 Prominent speech - may be loud or direct, with a unique vocal tone such as deep, raspy, airy, high-pitched or marked by a lisp or stutter.

Note: If you've noticed any other traits in Ketu-ruled men, feel free to share-your insights might help us update and refine the post!

Finally finishing our post with this man right here..

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[justnatoka]

Hey there!! saw that your requests were open so i thought i’d share some inspiration<3

david x fem!witch!reader ??

big bad vampire x cutesy witch who could totally give him an aneurysm when he pisses her off vibes lol

need david who’s just soft on his little witch 🕯️🌙🩸

Big bad vampire and his little witch

David x Fem! Witch! Reader

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I'm not particularly into the witch/magic user reader fics, but I really enjoyed writing this one! I hope you will like it too, anon! Special shoutout to A Reading by @theyreonlynoodlesmike! It's an amazing fic with a witch reader, and it gave me a lot of motivation and inspiration for writing this.

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: You happen to catch the eye of a certain vampire one night on the boardwalk. All dark, mysterious and handsome; the intrigue in definitely mutual.

Nobody could deny that Santa Carla was a colorful place. People from all different walks of life ended up in the small beach town. It was a place where you wouldn't easily stick out, no matter how you looked or what you did. If a pack of vampires, and a very loud one at that, could operate here without being found out, a humble witch like yourself faced basically zero threat of being outed.

At least you called yourself humble, although in reality you were probably one of the more powerful supernatural beings living in Santa Carla. You didn't like to advertise it, satisfied with leading a quiet life. Business was booming anyway. The little shop you set up on the boardwalk offered a vast array of products and services. You sold all sorts of pretty but useless trinkets, stuff that caught the eyes of tourists because they looked interesting and otherworldly. But a good portion of your products were actually the real deal. Healing stones, charms for protection and prosperity, herbal teas for all sorts of ailments. For some extra cash you also made personalized potions, performed palm or card readings.

Your customers ranged from interested non-believers who were drawn in by your very deliberate aesthetic choices, to spiritual ex-hippies, all the way to people who believed the most harmless pendant you sold held some type of magical power. You've seen and heard it all.

Still, there was one particular person you couldn't help but be intrigued by.

It was an especially busy night on the boardwalk when he first approached you, the air practically buzzing with all the noise and energy. You just said bye to a customer when you felt it again, that light tickling sensation as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Someone was watching you. You've been feeling it on and off for a while now, not particularly alarmed, more like curious. It wasn't out of the ordinary for people to stare, your unique looks and decorations naturally had that effect; it was something you've counted on to draw in new customers. However, no one has ever been this persistent.

And after a group of teenagers moved on from your table, in a small gap in the crowd you finally spotted him. A stranger, all dark, mysterious and handsome with bleached blond hair was leaning against the back of a game booth, taking slow drags of his cigarette. Even though you couldn't make out the color of his eyes from this distance, you knew they were trained on you with a stare almost unblinking. Just as he moved to push himself away from the wall, a group of people entered your field of vision, and the crowd swallowed him once again.

You were trying to see if you could catch another glimpse of him, but by the time that spot became visible again, he was no longer there.

That's why your heart jumped when the smell of cigarette smoke entered your nose, and he was suddenly standing right in front of you. Not many people were able to sneak up on you like that these days. You weren't even sure he belonged to the category of 'people'. There was a persistent tingling under your skin radiating from the small amulet you've worn around your neck, your magic signaling you that something was not normal about this guy. And as his eyes (a striking blue as you noted) met yours, you were certain he was not human.

You put on your most charming smile as you greeted him.

"Evening, mister! What can I interest you with? I've got many different magic potions and amulets for all kinds of problems," you started your usual spiel, playing into the bright and alluring witch persona you usually put on. Most people like it when it seems like you hold knowledge on all the hidden secrets of the world. They don't need to know that they are partially right.

"You." The single word cuts off your chatting, your rhythm faltering for a moment as his eyes bore into you, and he slowly blows out a cloud of smoke.

"Excuse me?" The tingling in your body started to intensify, becoming sharp, almost like a beast clawing against your nerve endings. It wasn't particularly unpleasant.

"I'm interested in you," he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a little smirk.

It was clear you were sizing each other up.

You were searching in the back of your mind for the source of this strange feeling. It was like the answer was right on the tip of your tongue, just out of reach enough that it was driving you crazy. He looked like any other young man on the boardwalk – although a slightly better dressed one –, but as you met his eyes curiously, there was something timeless about them. Then it clicked.

A sweet smile slowly stretched across your lips as you let the innocent facade drop.

"Show me yours, I'll show you mine, vampire."

His smirk became sharper, his irises tainted with yellow for just a moment, the stone around your neck pulsing in answer, the wind chimes hanging from the roof of your shop swinging gently without the slightest breeze in the air.

No one noticed anything, people passing by just as they did before, but something changed between you two that night. He didn't stick around for much longer after that, leaving you with a hint of that tingling in your magic, a lingering scent of cigarette smoke, a mind full of intrigue and a name.

David.

It wasn't long before he started showing up at your shop nearly every night. Sometimes he was with his friends, but most of the time he was alone. You had a feeling he wanted to keep your encounters to himself, and you couldn't particularly blame him. You've made some friends of your own since coming to Santa Carla, but you haven't told them about him either.

There seemed to be an unspoken connection between you, one that grew stronger the more time you spent together. Mostly, he would watch you work, listening in with interest when you performed your readings, asking questions when you made potions, or just simply keeping you company.

Before you realized it, his dark silhouette became a permanent fixture at your shop; taking long drags of his cigarette and leaning against the far side of the counter, close enough to make conversation, but out of the way enough that he didn't scare away potential customers.

However, sometimes he just couldn't help but intervene.

It had been a slow night on the boardwalk, with slightly less people meandering around than usual. You and David had been having light conversation on and off, both of you content with sharing comfortable silences in between.

For some reason, it was always nights like these when weird people found you. The guy that strolled past your shop was pretty unassuming, his eye briefly meeting yours before he seemingly changed his mind and turned back, leisurely making his way over to you.

An easy smile stretched across his lips as he took you in behind your counter with more curiosity. Something about it made your insides squirm.

"Hey there! Pretty sweet setup you have here," he greeted, motioning over your items and decor before his gaze returned to you once again.

You thanked him with your pleasant customer service voice.

"You run this shop all alone?" he asked after pretending to look at some of your merchandise.

There was some unspoken implication in his question that you couldn't quite place. Nothing seemed outwardly wrong about him, but you still couldn't help the hairs standing up on the back of your neck. It wasn't your magic warning you this time, this was the intuition of a woman who has seen things.

"Yes, I do. Have been for a pretty long time," you answered with caution.

His eyes squinted at that.

"Aren't you a bit young to be doing this for a 'long time'?"

Your smile definitely had an edge to it as you replied,

"You don't know how old I am."

Throughout your short exchange you have been growing more and more conscious of David standing not far away. He was half-blending into the shadows, not saying anything, but his presence seemed to have grown heavier. The creep wasn't noticing it though.

He leaned on your counter, his forearms messing up the neat arrangement of charms and amulets in front of you.

"So," he started, his voice conspiratorially low. "You really believe in all this supernatural stuff, huh?"

"I guess I do," you deadpanned. "Comes with the job description."

He breathed out a laugh.

"You're funny. But really, you don't have to lie to me, everyone knows it's all bullshit." There was the slightest hint of condescension in his voice. "Just a way for pathetic folks to deal with life. But you're selling it pretty well," he winked at you.

You were done. You could feel your heartbeat rising, the air around you pulsing with anger. But before you could open your mouth to do some damage, a growl sounded from the shadows lurking around your shop.

In your irritated state you forgot him for a second, but David was quick to step forward.

"I think it's time you fuck off." His tone had an edge that promised danger.

The creep blinked at him, caught off guard for a second. "Where the hell did you come from?"

He swiftly recovered however, answering David's harsh words with some of his own. "And who the fuck are you? I was just having a conversation with her."

David was suddenly standing right in front of him, his hand gripping the guy's shoulder painfully tight. As he leaned in close, his face started to change, his features looking less and less human.

"Fuck. Off." He emphasized his words by snapping sharp teeth at him.

The guy was just about soiling his pants. David gave him a rough push, and he almost fell over his own feet in his haste to scamper off.

When you looked up at the vampire, he was in the process of snuffing out his cigarette just before pulling out another, his face completely back to normal. Noticing your stare, your eyes full of wonder, he cocked up an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You know I could have fried his brain if I wanted to, right?" An amused smile was playing on your lips.

"I know, sweetheart. I just didn't like the way he was talking to you." He wasn't looking you in the eye as he said it.

Oh, he's cute. Your insides were turning mushy from him turning into protective, big bad vampire. With a radiant grin on your face, you beckoned him closer. A small flame lit up at the end of your pinkie, lighting his cigarette for him. Now it was his turn to look at you with wonder.

"Thank you," you murmured, very much enjoying his close proximity.

"Your welcome," he answered with a softness in his gaze that you haven't seen before.

You went back to your usual routine after that; you rearranging your items that were moved out of place and chatting with customers, and him standing to the side listening in. You know he noticed how your heart was beating faster, and he knew you noticed how he moved just a bit closer from his previous position. None of you said anything about the silences between you being feeling charged with something more now either.

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TMW

Maybe this has a little bit of personal experience.

Male Reader x Ningning

1,8k Words.

Anguish

"I warned you a dozen thousand times not to mess with Ning Yizhuo."

She was the kind of girl who set universes ablaze without even trying. Not because she was untouchable—but because her light was so democratic that everyone was drenched in it, whether they wanted to be or not. Her laugh was like glass shattering in slow motion: sharp, beautiful, impossible to ignore. Ning Yizhuo didn’t just occupy space—she expanded the places she passed through, as if physics itself bent to accommodate the excess of her.

And you?

You were the calculated counterbalance.

Not by accident, but by survival. Your silence wasn’t shyness—it was heavy artillery against a world that always demanded too much. Parties were minefields, conversations, traps. You hid behind headphones and one-word answers like someone building walls against invaders. But deep down, deep down—

You wondered how someone like her could even look at someone like you.

Her, who danced in the rain without caring about the stares.

You, who calculated every step to avoid slipping on your own sweat.

Her, who hugged strangers like they were old friends.

You, who flinched when your own mother tried to touch you.

The Problem Was That Ning Yizhuo Loved You.

In a way that defied logic.

She watched you like you were a piece of art in an empty museum—unique, valuable, hers alone. When you cracked one of those dry jokes that made others frown, she laughed until she doubled over, as if you’d invented comedy. Your fingers found hers under the table, and without a word, she squeezed your hand like she was saying "I choose you, again and again."

And you?

You sabotaged it all.

It was your fear that pushed her away. Your sharp words, spoken in the dead of night when the wine spoke louder than love. You accused her of using you as an emotional crutch, of keeping you out of pity, of laughing at you behind your back—and every syllable was a bullet, piercing that gaze that always saw you as human, not as some broken project.

And yet, she came back.

Four times.

Four times you swore through tears that you’d do better. Four times she took you back, hands trembling but open, as if she believed in a redemption even you couldn’t see.

But the fifth time—

The fifth time, the miracle ran out.

You dragged yourself to her like a shipwrecked man begging for shore. Flooded her phone with unanswered messages, showed up to her rehearsal with wilted flowers and rehearsed apologies. And when she finally looked at you, there was something new in her eyes: exhaustion.

— Just. Leave. Me. The fuck. Alone.

It was the first time she’d ever raised her voice at you.

And you understood.

This wasn’t punishment—it was mercy.

Because Ning Yizhuo loved you to the marrow, but all you ever gave her in return was rocks shaped like love.

And now, in this bar, the universe was getting its revenge.

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The air smelled of crushed lemons and cheap vodka, but what really poisoned you was the scent of her perfume—that same one, with hints of peach and something sweeter you could never name.

Her hair wasn’t just blonde—it was a declaration of war. Platinum, almost white, as if the strands had been bleached by indifference. You knew she hated dark roots, but now there was a deliberate contrast, like she was telling the world, "Look, I’ve been reborn."

Giselle was glued to her, and that was the worst part. The Japanese girl’s hand rested on Yizhuo’s waist with a familiarity that made you swallow hard. You knew every inch of that waist—knew how she shivered when you traced it with your fingertips, how she’d squirm and laugh if you blew on it. Now, that skin belonged to someone else’s map.

And then—like an accident you see coming but can’t stop— she saw you.

Just a flicker.

A blink.

Her nose wrinkled like she’d caught a whiff of something sour. Not hatred—disgust. The kind that only exists when love has burned to ash. In one fluid motion, she turned her back, leaning the nape of her neck against Giselle’s shoulder. You could see her fingers drumming against her glass, tap-tap-tap, in a rhythm you recognized—the one she did when she was bored.

Your throat tightened.

Was it fair? Of course. You dug this grave with your own hands. But seeing her there—so beautiful, so far away—made your chest ache like someone had reached between your ribs and squeezed your heart until it bled.

The ice in your glass had melted, diluting the whiskey into dirty water. You stared at the amber liquid, remembering the last time you drank together—her with some ridiculous umbrella cocktail, you with your bitter drink. She’d steal sips from your glass, making a face, and you’d complain—but smile.

Now, her glass was full of something pink.

Like diluted blood.

— You’re so pathetic... Kang [Y/N]...

The voice came from behind you—harsh, familiar.

You didn’t even need to turn to know who it was.

Winter.

Kim Minjeong.

Your best friend. Your ex-best friend, now.

She slid onto the stool beside you, eyes narrowed like knives.

— She’s happy, you know? — Winter spat, swirling her own glass. — Finally.

You didn’t answer. What could you even say? That you regretted it? That you wanted her back? Winter laughed, as if she could read your thoughts.

— She even forgot your number, you know? — She took a sip, letting the words hang like a noose. — Literally. Deleted it and doesn’t even remember it now.

— Good for her, I guess.

Your voice came out sharper than you intended, laced with an irony even you didn’t believe. It was the kind of automatic response, rehearsed in the mirror during too many sleepless nights—armor against the pain Minjeong knew she was driving into you.

She let out a short laugh, almost a scoff of disdain.

— You never change, do you?

Her eyes scanned your face like a lie detector, finding every crack, every weakness you tried to hide. Minjeong had always had that gift—seeing right through your walls as if they were glass. And now, with Yizhuo out of the equation, she had no reason left to be kind.

— As if you’re not rotting from the inside.

She raised an eyebrow, daring you to deny it. You didn’t.

With one last look that mixed pity and exhaustion, Minjeong stood, her fitted dress sliding smoothly off the stool. She didn’t even glance back as she rejoined the group—her group, Yizhuo’s group. You watched, helpless, as she slotted herself between Giselle and Karina, laughing at something you’d never hear.

The air outside was icy, a punch to the chest after the stifling heat of the bar. You took a deep breath, the metallic taste of the night mixing with the bitterness of whiskey still on your tongue.

Your phone weighed heavy in your hand like a brick.

You stared at the screen, at the wallpaper that was still that photo—Yizhuo, in profile, laughing at something you’d said. It was from a year ago, maybe more. You’d never had the courage to change it.

Your phone vibrated again.

You laughed a little more, still caught up in their joke, trying to ignore the emptiness that was eating away at your ribs from the inside. But then you looked at the screen

And the world stopped.

The biting night wind coiled between the two of you, making Ningning hug herself tighter, fingers digging slightly into the flesh of her elbows. The streetlight’s reflection made her eyes glisten like wet glass, and for a moment—just a moment—your body moved before your mind did. Your fingers were already twitching toward your jacket zipper, muscle memory stronger than pride.

But you stopped.

Almost.

She noticed. Of course she noticed. A small, crooked smile flickered across her lips before she bit them, like she was holding back a sharp remark.

— So. What do you want?

Your voice came out rougher than you meant it to, laced with exhaustion that wasn’t entirely meant for her—it was self-directed. Because you knew, even now, your first instinct was still to protect her.

She laughed, low and joyless, her gaze fixed on some distant point behind you, as if the answer were scrawled on the bar’s wall.

— This is why we broke up.

Her eyes finally met yours, and there was something in them—something disappointed, something that hurt worse than anger.

— Even now, you can’t be kind.

You felt the weight of it like a punch to the gut. But instead of yielding, you doubled down.

— Kindness died with the relationship. — You shrugged, feigning indifference you didn’t feel. — No need to fake it anymore.

Her laugh sharpened, but didn’t reach her eyes. It was hollow, almost disbelieving.

— Jesus… — She shook her head, as if replaying every argument, every time you chose to be difficult instead of human. — How did I waste so much time on someone like you?

You didn’t answer. Because there was no answer.

She took a deep breath, the steam of her exhale curling between her lips like smoke.

— Whatever. — She changed the subject abruptly, as if tired of her own question. — Minjeong misses you. She won’t say it, but she does. You two were close, after all.

You caught the thread of provocation in her tone.

— What? — You tilted your head, a fake smile stretching your lips. — Don’t tell me that’s jealousy?

She didn’t take the bait.

— Jealous? Why? — She raised an eyebrow, challenging. — We’re nothing now. Even if I were jealous, it’s not my business anymore.

A pause. The wind whistled between you.

— Just… can we be friends? — She finally let out, shoulders relaxing slightly, like she was letting go of a weight. — Keep things civil, so it’s not weird for everyone else.

You looked at her—at the blonde hair that wasn’t the shade you knew, at the eyes that didn’t light up for you anymore, at the posture that no longer leaned in your direction.

And then, you lied.

— Sure. Whatever.

She smiled. Relieved? Skeptical? You couldn’t read her anymore.

— Cool.

She took a step back, the end.

— See you around, then.

You didn’t reply.

Because there was no "around."

And as she turned and walked back to the bar, back to Giselle, Minjeong, Karina—back to her world, the one that wasn’t yours anymore, you stood there, watching.

Until the cold—or something worse—finally made you walk away.

[karlachismylife]

Side note but Cerberus Ghost but it's hyena Cerberus

This thought graced me briefly a couple of times, but now that you said that out loud, why not make it into official first spinoff episode of the hyena 141 au?

I present to you hyena Cerberus!Ghost (and hyena task force 141) headcanons:

Tug-of-war 3 vs 1 as in every Ghost head gets to play with its own opponent out of other three boys at the same time. It's the only way they can have a chance against the mass of this huge monster, since whenever one of them tries to go one on one, he gets flung around with the piece of rope they're competing over. Yes, when they're in their human forms too. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost is a force to be reckoned with even more than normal hyena!Ghost.

Every head of the hyena Cerberus has a unique mane. The right one (the left if we're looking at him directly) is a hyena buzzcut basically, kept short and neat: it grows unevenly and quickly becomes patchy if he doesn't groom it that way. Just like with the skull shape (yes, I'm making it canon that it's not a natural pattern, but something he needs to bleach regularly, otherwise he'd have a normal cute hyena muzzle), Price is the one Ghost trusts to do that. When the fur gets too long and starts acting out, he comes to his Captain and sits patiently as John works the humming shaver, leaving a nice streak of short, thick and very fluffy to the touch fur. It's the softest out of the hyena Cerberus Ghost's manes, so it always attracts Soap's restless fingers - he buries them in the fluff, tugs and scratches, and that absolutely melts Ghost, even if he tries not to show it, since this scruff always gets particularly itchy.

The middle head has, on the contrary, the most coarse mane, it grows the longest, since it's not a liability (there really isn't a way to grab onto it in combat, the brave idiot that tries gets his hand chewed off faster than he can realize his mistake), and is striped, dirty blonde broken up with patches of brown along the long crest all the way to the back. It's the most extended one, too, going past Ghost's massive shoulder blades along his spine and slowly mingling with the shorter fur somewhere in the middle of his back.

Finally, his left head (or right if you look at him head-on) has something similar to his human hair: blond and wavy, so even if it grows as long as the middle one, it looks shorter due to the curls. It's Gaz's favourite mane, he never misses a chance to get his deft fingers into the soft strands and twirl them - or nuzzle into them and chew on them in his hyena form. Gaz also tried putting products into this mane, softening it further and trying to make the curls even more prominent, and Ghost got so pissy every time, grumbling and scowling all three mouths at Kyle, yet still allowing him to do it. If only because then he gets hyena!Gaz cuddling up to him and sniffing at the nice smells of the products massaged into Cerberus's hide...

Technically could easily be the most dominant one in the clan (until they get themselves a Queen, obviously), but requires someone's leadership over him, so never undermines Price's authority unless it's during play/train time and only without witnesses. If someone (probably a rookie, these dumb cunts always run their yappers without a single braincell active) even suggests a possibility of hyena Cerberus!Ghost overthrowing his Captain and taking his place, they get jumped by all the hundreds of kilograms of the beast, cackling at them menacingly in three voices, and cannot get up until Price calls his guard monster off.

Yes, he is extremely loyal. Ghost is in general the definition of loyalty, now make it cubic because of three heads, each with a more or less separate personality, even if they are still connected into one conscience. Complicated? No shit, but you don't really have to think too hard about it. At the end of the day, this is still Ghost, he is still a terrifying enemy and the best ally. And he has his human and hyena traits and moments just like anyone else.

Hyena Cerberus!Ghost is weak for ear caress just like normal hyena!Ghost. Reliant on hearing, he obviously demonstrates immense trust whenever he lets someone cover his plush round ears and massage them, turning him all putty and pliant, or, if it's one of the other hyena boys, lick and nibble on his tender shells, tickling them with hot breath and gentle grumbles. This is also a good way to ground him when he has a flashback or struggles mentally: cover all three pairs of his eyes and lavish some sweet attention on his ears, filling them with nothing but loving words and soft humming. No explosions or cries, no alarms allowed to go off in his heads. Only safety.

He loves to be cuddled. Any version of Ghost does, being the little spoon or laying cradled like a baby is that man's joy of life, he needs that safety cocoon, but if it's relatively hard to accomplish even with normal sized Ghost, hyena Cerberus!Ghost needs the whole clan to swarm around him in a mess of human and hyena limbs, all flanks covered and protected. When not everyone is available for a giant cuddle pile, whoever Ghost sees first, falls victim (literally) under his weight plopping on top. How come Soap is the one that gets squished the most?..

Only lets all three of his heads sleep at the same time when he feels completely safe, which isn't often, but having everyone dear to his big monstrous heart huddled around definitely helps. His right head (with the short buzzed mane) snores the loudest, but the middle one makes weird gurgling noises. It's okay though, just some trauma aftermath.

It's actually more or less impossible to put collars/collar on him because of the way his anatomy works, but it never stops everyone who loves him from trying. However, I recommend trying headbands (with bows or other season appropriate toppers - like soft antlers for Christmas or devil horns for Halloween). If you think a giant mass with three rabid, drooling, scowling snouts gets less intimidating with a pretty pink bow on the middle head, think again.

While he tolerates (hardly) headbands, he actually enjoys when you or Gaz braid tiny braids into his middle mane and put small beads or feathers or other little tokens there. He never says that, but he actually considers those lucky charms that keep him from harm.

Needs help with grooming. His mass and three heads partially glued together make it hard to reach some places on his hide, so it falls on his more than willing partners to do it for him. Everyone has their own style, with Soap being an absolutely unbearable playful menace about, Gaz going extra miles to pamper his Lieutenant and Price staying methodical, but extremely thorough. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost's hide is always in the best condition no matter what trouble he gets into, because there are people (hyenas) that love him. And will lick him clean of blood whenever he gets drenched in it.

Actually hates being alone. One-headed Ghost, human or hyena, already prefers to always be a silent presenсe in his partners' vicinity, but three heads and the jumbled thoughts, voices and other unpleasant experiences that come with those, make him even less of a loner than everyone thinks. Having Johnny talk/cackle all of his ears off is a much better alternative to being consumed with three separate inner monologues that sometimes take him to very, very dark places.

One of his (and everyone's in the clan) favourite things is to hug him around his partially grown together necks. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost is a thick boy, so you need to spread your arms veeeery wide to grasp all his might in an embrace, but it always feels like drowning in the softest, fattest, sweetest giant plushie. Three fluffy snouts nuzzling the hugger's head, low, slightly distorted purring coming out of three throats. Hyena Cerberus!Ghost needs love, and he is finally at the point in his life, where he has it in abundance.

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[eeriepromis]

POV: You're Hugging Your Favorite LI - Here's What He Smells Like

Have you ever wondered what it'd be like to hug your favorite Love Interest from LaDs and catch a hint of their unique scent? (No shame, we've all thought about it.) Well, I couldn't resist imagining exactly how Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, and Caleb might smell in real life. I matched each LI with a perfume that captures their personality, vibe, and overall aura - and let's just say, Caleb’s scent definitely involves apples.

But these are just my takes! I'd love to hear your thoughts too - did I nail their vibes, or do you picture them differently? Drop your own perfume ideas or scent headcanons in the comments! [Original Post on Reddit]

Xavier

Character & Scent Profile:

Gentle, soft-spoken, dreamy, and protective.

Hints of clean, comforting aromas, fresh linen, soft musk, and subtle floral notes that evoke nostalgia.

Light, airy, slightly sweet, and sophisticated.

By Commenters:- Vanilla- Ambroxan based enhancer, you’ll only smell his perfume if you go in and nuzzle him during a nap- Lavender & bergamot

Fitting Perfumes:

Maison Francis Kurkdjian – Aqua Universalis: Clean, subtle, airy; evokes the comforting feeling of freshly washed linens and gentle sunshine.

Byredo – Blanche: Pure, delicate, and soothing, with white rose, sandalwood, and a powdery finish - a perfect reflection of Xavier's softness and chivalry.

By Commenters: - Juliette’s Not - Replica Lazy Sunday Morning - Lake and Skye 11•11 - Clean Reserve Skin - Missing Person by Phlur - since his cards are unexpectedly very sensual, so I would like to highlight this cozy, yet sensual aspect of his personality - Taunt by Dedcool - Kinda musky and very evocative of being cozy in bed

Zayne

Character & Scent Profile:

Professional, composed, yet quietly affectionate. Reserved but with hidden warmth beneath his cold exterior.

Crisp, icy freshness mixed with warm undertones - like fresh snow, juniper berries, cedarwood, and subtle vanilla or amber notes.

By Commenters: - cinnamon- So ideal. So professional. I think he would wear something nondescript.- Subtle scent of soap or clean laundry. The subtlest musk, maybe. An Earl Gray tea scent also sounds appropriate.- Hand sanitizer or antiseptic. Bleach. With maybe a hint of fabric softener. He's a doctor, he's gonna smell like cleanliness.

Fitting Perfumes:

Creed – Silver Mountain Water: Clean, crisp, and icy with notes of bergamot, green tea, and blackcurrant; evokes mountain air and quiet strength.

Dior – Sauvage: Elegant, composed, and masculine, with notes of bergamot, vanilla, and cedar. Matches Zayne’s calm authority with a hint of hidden warmth.

By Commenters: - Diptyque’s Orphéon - It’s a comforting scent but can be most used during autumn or winters, since it’s has that level of spice and gourmand notes to it. It’s musky, sweet and it’s smexy, just like Zayne. - Quasar by Jesus del Pozo - Lait De Chocolat would suit him since it has chocolate notes and jasmine too. - Lush's Sticky Dates is as yummy as Zayne is. - Diptyque Do Son or Eau Minthe or Le Labo Thé Noir - Gentle Fluidity Silver or Gris Dior - Lush’s Flying Fox - honey and jasmine - Not a Perfume by Juliette Has a Gun - since he's a health professional, and that scent is the most subtle, inoffensive fragrance I've smelled. - Penguin by Zoologist - this does not have any of the notes that are deemed canon, but reading some of his lore makes me think this could work - Monday by Arielle Shoshana - Earl Gray tea scent. There is also a milk/caramel note, which his sweet tooth may appreciate.

Canon Scent (thanks to PootyBubTheDestroyer):

MC describes Zayne to smell like jasmine, lavender, and a unique Zayne scent in Everlasting Wish!

Rafayel

Character & Scent Profile:

Playful, mischievous, and artistic, with an underlying seductive, fiery intensity.

Sea salt, ocean air, citrusy brightness combined with exotic spices, smoked woods, and warm amber.

By Commenters:- beautiful, regal/dignified, and playful- sea salt- really in touch with nature and has such a deep respect for it & likes to bathe a lot- like soil after rain

Fitting Perfumes:

Jo Malone – Wood Sage & Sea Salt: Captures the fresh, salty breeze, artistic inspiration, and free spirit of the sea. Playful, invigorating, and effortlessly charming.

Maison Margiela Replica – By the Fireplace: Warm, spicy, smoky, comforting, and slightly sweet. Reflects Rafayel’s fiery passion, artistic nature, and depth beneath his teasing demeanor

By Commenters: - Acqua di Gio - It’s so bright and nautical that it fits his personality so well. The patchouli also harkens to the spice’s use in spiritual traditions, which is w nod towards his Sea God Memories. - CK’s Summer Collection that has that yummy coconut scent just for a fun tropical zing. - TF Soleil Blanc or D&G Light Blue Intense - Dior Bois d’Argent or Replica Sailing Day or Beach Walk - Gentle Fluidity Silver by MFK

Sylus

Character & Scent Profile:

Dark, enigmatic, elegant, charismatic, and slightly dangerous.

Mysterious, smoky oud, dark leather, tobacco, rare spices, deep patchouli, amber, and rich woods.

By Commenters:- I have always imagined Sylus smelling enigmatic and as rich as the night. Maybe some faint burnt petals, too, since his soul smells like flowers.- gunpowder, wine and elegance- mixture of mahogany and sandalwood

Fitting Perfumes:

Tom Ford – Oud Wood: Rich, sophisticated, and deeply charismatic, blending oud, rosewood, sandalwood, and vetiver; a scent perfectly embodying Sylus’s mysterious elegance.

Kilian – Black Phantom: Darkly alluring with rum, coffee, cacao, and dark woods, representing Sylus’s complexity, dark charm, and charismatic dominance.

By Commenters: - Tom Ford, Ombré Leather - it’s a blend of sweet and bitter/masculine. - Memento Mori by Seance or Frustration by Etat libre d'orange, those musky, woody rosey scents - Roja Aoud or MFK Grand Soir or Replica Jazz Club - Dior, Fahrenheit - Tobacco Vanille by Tom Ford - something warm/sweet, spicy, and sensual - Bleu Lazuli by Armani Privé - spicy/sweet/warm scent with tobacco/leather notes - Chanel's Egoiste - Hypnotizing Fire by The Harmonist - smells like roses and matches

Canon Scent (thanks to Hidden--_Sanctuary):

In Ordinary Traces MC says Sylus smells like red wine and fireworks.

Caleb

Character & Scent Profile:

Protective yet obsessive, playful yet dominant, deeply layered emotionally, with a hint of forbidden allure.

Warm apples, cinnamon, tonka bean, vanilla, dark honey, leather, and subtle incense.

By Commenters:- Airplane cabin, oil & metal.

Fitting Perfumes:

Parfums de Marly – Layton: Warm, inviting, and sensual with apple, vanilla, cardamom, and woods, perfectly embodying Caleb's warmth, temptation, and dominant presence.

Yves Saint Laurent – La Nuit de l'Homme: Seductive, charismatic, spicy with cardamom, cedar, and tonka bean. Reflects Caleb’s charismatic, teasing, yet obsessive nature beneath his playful surface.

By Commenters: - Creed Aventus - With hints of apples, birch and musk, this fragrance just screams Caleb to me. Like I can totally imagine him spritzing this in before heading for work, and as the day wears on, it gets mellowed down to mix with metallic scent of some blood and smoke. - Diptyque Tam Dao - Not my recommendation but saw another Redditor stating this would be his go-to. Makes sense to me because the scent is so comforting. This is something he’d wear maybe during the evening, when he’s back home. - Noe’s Citrus Poetry or Armaf’s El Cielo could fit him well. Plus they have green apples in it, which reminds me of his cute apple hugging emoji. (Since he’s such a big fan of sour things. Something to balance the sweetness of apples, vanilla and the richness of wood and spices) - D&G Light Blue - YSL Y or Frederick Malle Promise - Axe body spray - Angel's Share by Kilian - The smell of cinnamon rolls is so delicious and comforting and evocative of simple, childhood delights, but you also get the undercurrent of cognac, which is so mature, addicting, and masculine, and also the perfume smells a bit sharp/refreshing. - Apple Brandy on the Rocks by Kilian - would be a more obvious choice, but I think Angel's Share is just a better, more tempting fragrance overall and fitting the apple representing temptation concept more. - PDM Greenley - Green scents suit him very much and it's also got an apple note - how I imagined he smelled like in Endless Summer. - Old Spice - would probably wear something like it because of how much a dork he is.

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Small Bonus: Lost Cherry by Tom Ford for MC?

According to Sylus MC smells like cherry wine. (by _RiverSong) According to Xavier MC smells like strawberries/cherries. (by cooliecoolie)

[kidsinsaturn]

Hi!!

Glad to have you back after so long

Can I request what kind of hair do shisui,Itachi and madara prefer

Do they like long,short,silky or curly hair??

hair preferences

[🗼] omg YESS i have curly hair so im sorry if I went a bit biased:(

characters: shisui uchiha; itachi uchiha; madara uchiha

genre: sfw

warnings: gn!reader; just mentions of hairstyles

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-boy shisui doesn't care hahah but idk I have a feeling he has a thing for super long super straight hair

-he thinks it looks elegant, delicate, and just silk-like

-shisui just prefers hair that isn't tangled because he enjoys a bit too much running his fingers down his lover's hair, like all the time

-HOWEVER on the other side, I also see him liking some unruly, messy hair. he is a silly, open-minded boy that just prefers both ways. I see him as a fan of emo and punk hairstyles

-he likes unique hairstyles but also appreciates a basic mane. he just wants a partner okay??? he loves ponytails and braids though

-shisui is just weird lmao, because he wouldn't even mind greasy hair, thin hair, or super thick hair. he just wants his s/o to take care of it because he doesn't like dandruff

-itachi also isn't such a picky boy when it comes to physical appearance. he values the persons's intentions and personality more than their looks

-BUT if he had to choose, he has such high standards because hello have you seen his hair?? he would demand a s/o with nice, taken care of hair. doesn't really matter the style

-I feel though that he would lean a little bit more towards natural hair, like if yours is bleached or dyed, he would be like ammm

-again itachi is a sweetheart and only seeks someone who is true with themselves. he cherishes personality over looks. of course he won't turn at you if you have dyed hair nooo hahah it's just a small personal preference of his

-i do see him liking straight black hair a little bit more maybe because of his mami mikoto. to his eyes, she is the most beautiful woman

-lmao madara. im sorry but he will NOT be with someone who has basic ahh hair lmao

-madara likes uniqueness, independence, and just creativity. he may have his hair long due to poor self-care when young BUT he likes it now and intends to keep it that way even if he is revived

-he thinks you are sexy if you just stand out of the crowd just because of your mane. curly hair or super thick hair, OR long, curly AND thick hair?? what you are trying to kill him?

-he doesn't mind different hair colors, as long as you don't have more than two because he thinks you just look like a tie-dye shirt

-and idk I also see him liking red hair a little bit too much. maybe out of his rivalry with hashirama, he always wanted to have something with a redhead

[animeyanderelover]

May I request NSFW his for ryuken(bleach)

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, controlling behavior, afab reader, Nsfw, brontophilia

Nsfw Hc's

◻️Ryuken is one who takes things slow and meticulous. Everything has a plan, everything has a purpose. From the biggest displays to the smallest gestures. His rather controlling nature is at one point within a relationship of no secret to you, his strict attitude surprising and shocking as you are an adult capable of making your own decisions. He hasn’t entertained the thought of having sex with another woman since his wife passed away and truthfully speaking, he has been getting by fine. He’s a busy man after all and has been able to keep himself occupied with his work over the many years. If there have been incidents where he had a persistent boner which didn’t go away he just quietly took care of it and went on with his work. As the owner of a hospital and armed with quite a bit of knowledge about the human body, Ryuken understands after all that sexual urges are a normal biological response. It’s nothing he should feel ashamed of when he is unable to ignore his erection and it’s nothing he is going to shame you for either when he happens to realise that you’re masturbating. Instead he chooses to be kind enough to never mention it to you to safe you the burning shame.

◻️There’s no need to rush sex within a relationship with him. Ryuken is incredibly patient and whilst certainly forceful in some aspects, this is something he knows better than to urge you into. It would be very much something below his honor and duty to put you into a situation where you’re forced to get intimate with him. However, the longer the two of you live together the more he finds himself being more sexually affected than before. Not by a ton but just enough for him to notice and to get somewhat bothered by it but he keeps quiet about that. After all that is not your fault and just his body reacting due to his feelings and attraction to you. Usually more direct and honest when he feels the need to talk with you about something more important, Ryuken practices the art of sublety whenever he wants to figure out how you are feeling with the topic of getting intimate with him. He neither wishes to make you feel pressured nor does he want to risk coming over as someone starving to have sex. So this is a decision that he makes entirely dependent on you, meaning that the first time with him and every time after that with him is fully consensual.

◻️That man has experience when it comes to pleasing a woman and he is the type of person who never forgets once he has learned something. Ryuken just oozes confidence and patience to the point where you actually feel somewhat nervous, especially during the first time. Your first time with Ryuken is generally something you are never going to forget about as he spent a painful amount of time making himself familiar with your body and its reactions. Your body is unique after all and as your partner and lover Ryuken believes it to be very important that he knows all of it. Perhaps you just aren't prepared for the way he experiments with his fingers to see how quickly you are pushed over the edge or how fast it takes for you to come undone when he uses his tongue on you. By the time he actually finally pushes his manhood inside of you, you have already gone through a few orgasms and Ryuken actually asks you if you are still alright with continuing. That habit to explore and to experiment continues for a while until Ryuken has figured out how your body reacts best and through what means you receive the most pleasure. He's very capable of satisfying you.

◻️There is one thing that you notice over time but that takes you quite a lot of time to understand is the fact that Ryuken seems to have a certain preference for making love to you when it's stormy outside. In his mind though it creates a rather cozy atmosphere when both of you are at home where it's warm and comfortable whilst the rain is drumming against the windows. As you notice that pattern you actually start noticing other things as well. He always gauges your behavior when the sky is hidden behind dark clouds, most likely trying to figure out how you would be feeling if he were to initiate something in that moment. Over time it actually becomes somewhat of a tradition for the both of you whenever a thunderstorm looms over the city, skin pressed against skin whilst the cold wind rushes through the street and the occasional lightning illuminates the darkened bedroom. Ryuken is a busy man, he doesn't have an abundance of time that he can spend with you. So whenever he is allowed to indulge in you, he usually strives to make the most of it for the both of you. He would after all never be able to forget it if he were to do a sloppy job.

◻️Work tends to be stressful, his son tends to be stressful, life sometimes just tends to be stressful. It's rare for Ryuken to show that within his body language though as he prefers to solve his own problems by himself. Honestly, he doesn't hold the idea of using sex as a way to unload everything very highly. It's a mere distraction and not a solution after all. If at all, it just wastes precious time. So the first time you actually offer to give him a blowjob when sensing that he seems to be stressed, he is somewhat sceptical. Up until that point you have never given him a blowjob and his mind partially switches to the one of a doctor as he considers that this might trigger a gag reflex or hurt your throat, especially since his cock is on the longer side. Still, if you insist then he will eventually give in and let you do as you wish to do so. He does keep an initial watchful eye out on you in case you do end up feeling the need to gag until he deems it safe enough to actually focus more on the sensations than your well-being. He appreciates the gesture deep down but he still holds himself to his principles and focuses first on a problem before he allows himself any indulgence on which he can then fully focus on.

◻️Ryuken isn't much of a vocal type and he doesn't expect from you to be either. People react differently to sexual pleasure and as long as he knows that you are having a good time he doesn't really mind if you are the loud or the quiet type. Since he makes sure that Uryu isn't at home during sexual intercourse you can be as loud with your moans as you need to be. Hygiene is very important. That man owns a hospital and for that he is very much finicky about kepping everything sanitary. Sexual activities are strictly reserved for the bedroom and nowhere else. He doesn't want to make a mess on any surface that isn't a mattress and the only place you could talk him into is the bathtub. A ten out of ten for the aftercare that he provides though because that man knows what he is doing. Both of you spend a few minutes recovering before he is the one to get up and offer you something to drink since you just lost a lot of bodily fluid before he encourages you to get up and clean yourself. Those bedsheets are changed quickly by him whilst you either take a shower or a bath before he joins you so that the two of you can then return to a fresh bed.

[redrandomposts]

Everyone reincarnates but only does who died with regrets remember.

Everyone except Ivan remembers the past because Ivan died thinking his death wouldn't matter to Till while the others died thinking about how their loved ones died or how sad they are because of them.

Ivan is just really confused about his new friends but because he's smart and observant, he made a conclusion that they're either reincarnators or transmigrators

(also till flirting with Ivan badly but it works because Ivan thinks it's cute)

There is something... interesting, going on in Ivan's life right now. Well, Ivan's life wasn't really all that curious to begin with, so maybe he was exaggerating it.

You see, Ivan was homeschooled for the first half of his schooling career. Up until high school, all he had was his wide array of tutors, absent parents, and a large, grandiose mansion all to himself. The only real connection to the outside world was the internet, mostly blocked, which led him to reading web novels and manhwa for a good part of his pre-teens.

So when he was sent to a private boarding high school, you can imagine the true shock and horror he experienced. Hygiene wasn't even on the list of many classmates, their language was crude without any authority around, and they skipped classes for games and such. Even he didn't have the audacity for that, and he had to study from 8 to 8 every day prior!

(Yes, he spent lunch breaks and dinner, as well as four hours until midnight (excluding showering) reading.)

His only solace were the group of friends that invited him to lunch on one of his first days at school. The group of friends, might he add, that was the source of his interesting life.

Ivan has good reason to suspect that they are otherworldly. Not alien-otherworldly, but from another-universe-otherworldly.

When they first approached him, they sent a pink-haired girl named Mizi, his now best friend. If that wasn't an indicator to 'something going on,' he doesn't know what is. She began with, "Hello, you're Ivan, right?" Second off thing - he knows his name wasn't mentioned at all, because he specifically asked the school to call him Navi.

Well, it was his father and mother's request, but whatever.

Third thing; they were all so unique!

Mizi had gold eyes and pink hair. If that wasn't main-character material, he doesn't know what is.

Till had messy, silver hair and the most vibrant, ocean blue eyes Ivan has ever seen, even if he's only seen pictures and paintings of the ocean before.

Sua's black hair wasn't so notable, but her violet eyes were.

Hyuna and Hyunwoo, along with Isaac and Dewey, made up a gang-like structure but were kind-hearted and actually a band. Hyuna and Hyunwoo had unique, darker-skin not often seen in East Asia (at least, not in the media), and Dewey's bleached hair paired with Isaac's scar was not usual either.

And Luka, well, blonde hair and yellow eyes? Heart disease? Strangely manipulative and distant behavior from the group?

It was as if Ivan had been transmigrated into a web novel the moment he met them. He would know if a truck hit him, however, so he's sure that he's not a transmigrator.

He held a few suspicions, which only intensified when parents' day came around and he saw that the group acted naturally around family.

They weren't a group of transmigrators either.

So... reincarnators? Except why would they crowd around him, know his name?

It's because they obviously knew him in his past life, too! Now, Ivan was tasked with figuring out if they held a grudge against him.

Thinking on the past, Mizi had no grudge nor ill feelings toward him. Luka was kind of awkward, not meeting his eyes for the first week or so. Sua had the tendency to go sibling mode (as seen in many web novels) and then tone it down when she came to her senses. The gang-but-not-band didn't have any awkward feelings, but not any unnecessary pre-conceived positivity toward him.

Unfortunately, it seemed as though his favorite held the biggest grudge. Till, that is. He avoided him quite obviously, choosing one of the others to hang out with (except for Luka). Some days, it seemed as though Till were expecting Ivan to bully him, and others, it seemed as though Till would be the one to bully Ivan. By punching him, of course.

Eventually, it smoothed over into an awkward flirting stage. Emphasis on awkward, because Till did not know how to do anything but cheesy things seen on movies and pick-up lines found on the internet.

It's not as though Ivan could do better. He didn't primarily read romance web novels, after all.

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ill continue this...maybe...

somehow i turned ivan into a web novel enthusiast. idk how that happened. so i guess i twisted the prompt... but it makes the most sense to me, so.

[frostfires-blog]

Hi, Bleach fan! Just saw your IchiRuki post and I love it! You can't imagine how excited I am to found IchiRuki shipper in 2024!

So, what do you think are Ichigo and Rukia's greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? What are your favorite (canon) IchiRuki moments? What are your favorite headcanons of them?

Do you have any fav ships (from any fandom) that the dyanamic remind you of IchiRuki?

Thanks if you want to answer

Hi, sorry for the wait! I'm just as excited to see another IchiRuki shipper! I swear ever since TYBW came out, we've been heavily persecuted... So it's nice to be asked about IchiRuki in a positive context rather than a negative one. Just an obligatory disclaimer before I start: Although I have been spoilt for the series ending, I have not officially read the manga. I know that rival shippers are going to use this against me... But I needed to clarify that in case I slightly misremember something. However, I doubt I will since I won't really be speaking about anything beyond where the anime left off.

[My answers are under the cut because I rambled too much again sorry ❀]

-> Ichigo & Rukia's greatest strengths: ⦁ Their strong natural chemistry: They just have a genuine and instantaneous emotional connection that elicits a sense of familiarity and warmth. ⦁ Conversely, they fit into both the "birds of a feather" and "opposites attract" tropes. This implies that, despite their differences, they share a few commonalities—which is what accounts for their strong connection. ⦁ They have both positively impacted one another, consistently uplifting and motivating one another and bringing each other back from their lowest points. Most notably, Rukia is a source of strength, motivation, and light for Ichigo. In the same way that Ichigo is a driving force in Rukia's life, serving as a source of courage and resolve. ⦁ As a result of their similar experiences and struggles—especially with self-doubt and loss—they possess a unique understanding of one another that no one else possesses. Consequently, they are able to instinctively support one another in overcoming these challenges and progress towards bettering themselves.

-> Ichigo & Rukia's greatest weaknesses: ⦁ The significant disparity in their lives, circumstances, and careers could stand in the way of their relationship—though with some concessions, this is not immutable. ⦁ They elicit each other's stubbornness and strong willedness, which often results in bickering. While I find this endearing, I know this is a source of contention for many fans. ⦁ Towards the end of the series—in particular during the TYBW arc—they don't get as much screentime together.

-> What I love about their dynamic: ⦁ Simply speaking, they are a perfect amalgamation of my favourite tropes and symbolism. ⦁ Their perfectly counterbalanced designs and symbolism seamlessly integrate into their respective roles in the series, not only enhancing their dynamic but also conveying the notion of being fated or destined soulmates. ⦁ Their mutually important roles in the series, along with their profound trust and respect for one another, foster a sense of equality and balance seldomly seen in shounen F/M pairings. ⦁ Throughout the series, their most significant moments are consistently paralleled and inverted. This not only enables both of them to mutually support and uplift one another but also further reinforces their dynamic as a cornerstone of the series.

-> My favourite canon IchiRuki moments: There are honestly so many, as I love all of the interactions, but if I had to limit myself to a top four, then it would be as follows:

4) When Rukia transfers her powers to Ichigo for the first time (Episode 1) - This has to be one of the most iconic IchiRuki scenes considering this is the moment where it all began.

3) Ichigo saves Rukia from her execution - Another obvious choice. What makes this moment appealing to me is that Ichigo enables Rukia to finally be upfront about her feelings and reinvigorates her desire to exist. This allows this scene to transcend the typical hero saves the girl premise.

2) Rukia and Ichigo reuniting during the Fullbring arc - This scene brought me to tears with its masterful parallels of both of the previous entries on my list here by having Rukia show up to support and guide Ichigo once more. I adore the manner in which Rukia can uplift him and encourage him with only a few words and her presence.

1) Ichigo thanking and saying farewell to Rukia after losing his powers - Some might find it ironic that this scene tops my list, but my reasoning goes beyond my fondness for angst. In my opinion, this scene—as well as its aftermath—cements how deeply Ichigo and Rukia care for one another. In the anime, the compelling voice acting as well as the soft colours and fluid animation deepen my love for this scene. Conversely, the manga's fluid panelling and delicate expressions are remiscent of that in shoujo manga.

P.S. I would've highlighted some scenes from the 3rd Bleach Movie: Fade To Black—but since its still debated whether the movies are canonical, I opted not to.

-> My favourite IchiRuki headcanons:

I'm more of a trope, motif, and symbolism analysis person—so I've never really given any thought to headcanons... To be honest, I don't think I fully know what counts as a headcanon. I love seeing people use Sun×Moon, Day×Night, Ying×Yang, and Fire×Ice symbolism for IchiRuki. Also, this is much less common, but I also like seeing fan artists use Forget-Me-Not flowers for IchiRuki—that's totally their flower. I don't know if those count as headcanons...So I'd love for you guys to share your favourite headcanons in the comments...

-> Ships that remind me about IchiRuki:

To be honest, this is a tricky question to answer... Everyone is drawn to ships for different reasons... Every ship is different, and every series is different... So it goes without saying that just because you ship a pairing in one series doesn't mean you'll ship a similar ship in another show. People always get offended when someone always gets offended when comparisons are drawn between ships—especially those from different series. Having said that, I tried my best; so, please don't criticise me too harshly I'd love to hear about any other ships that remind you guys of IchiRuki since I'm sure I might have missed a couple of good options...

1) ChiKawa / Chika Kudo × Satowa Hozuki (Kono Oto Tomare!) — > Similar personalities/dynamics: ⦁ Just like Ichigo, Chika is a devoted and caring friend who can be a bit straightforward, impulsive, and short-tempered at times. ⦁ Just like Rukia, Satowa is graceful, determined, and stubborn. Satowa, like Rukia, has difficulty opening up to others and is adept at putting on a damsel in distress act to get her way in troublesome situations. ⦁ Both pairs initially get off on the wrong foot and often bicker because of their stubbornness, but ultimately come to respect, trust and care for one another. > Common tropes: ⦁ Both pairs share the "belligerent tension", "birds of a feather", "can't live with them, can't live without them", "everyone can see it", and "slow burn" tropes. > Similar backgrounds: ⦁ Before the start of the series, Chika often got into fights and had a "deliquent" image, which is somewhat reminiscent of Ichigo's backstory. ⦁ Satowa, like Rukia, is apart of a presigious family and faced immense pressure, which resulted in her becoming isolated and aloof. > Similar in appearance: ⦁ Both pairs have a guy with bright, light-coloured hair and brown eyes. Both pairs have a girl with straight, black hair with bangs.

2) Takumi Usui × Misaki Ayuzawa (Kaichou wa Maid-sama!) — > Similar personalities/dynamics: ⦁ Usui, like Ichigo, is confident, reliable, talented, and protective. ⦁ Misaki, like Rukia, is intelligent, diligent, and determined. Both characters struggle with being honest with themselves (and others) about their feelings and wants. ⦁ Usui enjoys teasing Misaki, similarly to how Rukia oftentimes teases Ichigo. ⦁ Both pairs initially get off on the wrong foot and often bicker because of their stubbornness, but ultimately come to respect, trust, and care for one another. > Similar backgrounds: ⦁ Usui, like Rukia, is partially a member of a prestigious family and is now isolated and somewhat aloof as a result of his upbringing. ⦁ Misaki, like Ichigo, cares greatly for her family and younger sibling and works hard to protect her. > Common tropes: ⦁ Both pairs share the "belligerent tension", "birds of a feather", "can't live with them, can't live without them", "declaration of protection", "everyone can see it", "like an old married couple" and "slow burn" tropes. > Similar in appearance: ⦁ Both pairs have a guy with light and bright-coloured spikey hair. Both pairs have a girl with straight, black, shoulder-length hair with bangs.

3) ItaFushi / Yuji Itadori × Megumi Fushiguro (Jujutsu Kaisen) — > Similar personalities/dynamics: ⦁ Both pairs have matching MBTI results. With Ichigo and Yuji falling under ISFP while Rukia and Megumi fall under ISTJ. ⦁ Yuji, like Ichigo, values protecting others—especially his friends—and is equally hard-working, determined, passionate, and impulsive. ⦁ Megumi, like Rukia, is intelligent, serious, blunt, diligent, and talented. He is equally as aloof, stubborn and short-tempered. ⦁ Both pairs have complementary personalities and fight well alongside their respective partner. Both pairs are very intuitive of their partner's needs and get along well—despite occasional teasing and bickering. > Similar Backgrounds: ⦁ Like Rukia, Megumi has a complex relationship with his older, adoptive sibling. Megumi and Rukia are both apart of prestigious clans that are involved with eliminating supernatural creatures. ⦁ Like Ichigo, Yuji has a mysterious family background with some of his family members being somewhat connected to one of the series' main villians. Both characters possess latent, inherent abilities as a result of their heritage. Both characters battle with literal "inner-demons". > Similar circumstances/roles in the series: ⦁ Both pairs consist of the protagonist and deuteragonist of their respective series. ⦁ Both Ichigo and Yuji were living relatively ordinary lives until they ran into their respective deuteragonist and had to awaken supernatural abilities to save themselves and the latter from a supernatural creature. ⦁ Both Rukia and Megumi have disobeyed orders/rules in order to protect their respective protagonist. ⦁ Both Ichigo and Yuji risked being executed as a result of the powers they awakened but were saved by their respective deuteragonist. ⦁ Conversely, at different points in their respective series, both Rukia and Megumi had lost their will to live and were then saved by their respective protagonist. > Common tropes: ⦁ Both pairs share the "battle couple", "can't live with them, can't live without them", "declaration of protection", "everyone can see it", "fan-preferred couple", "friends to lovers", "I owe you my life", "rescue romance", "star-crossed lovers", "slow burn", "sun × moon" and "you are better than you think you are" tropes.

4) GinTsu / Gintoki Sakata × Tsukuyo (Gintama) — > Similar personalities/dynamics: ⦁ Gintoki, like Ichigo, is very strong-willed, stubborn, short-tempered and impulsive. Conversely, behind their cool and detached image, both characters are very charismatic, compassionate, reliable and empathetic. ⦁ In terms of MBTI results, Rukia and Tsukuyo both fall under ISTJ. Like Rukia, Tsukuyo initially believed in placing duty above her personal feelings and struggled with emotional transparency and self-worth. Both characters are very responsible, diligent, determined and blunt. ⦁ Both pairs have complementary personalities and fight well alongside their respective partner. Both pairs are very intuitive of their partner's needs and get along well. ⦁ Although both pairs often bicker and tease each other, this does not detract from their respect, trust, and care for one another. > Similar backgrounds: ⦁ Like Ichigo and Rukia, who comprehend and assist one another because of their similar past experiences, Gintoki and Tsukuyo have comparable understanding and support. This theme is further developed in Gintama's "Red Spider Arc" where Gintoki and Tsukuyo's backstories are even more explicitly contrasted. > Similar circumstances and roles in series: ⦁ Both Tsukuyo and Rukia have defied orders to protect their respective protagonist. ⦁ Both Tsukuyo and Rukia struggle with emotional transparency and self-worth. Both characters have learnt to embrace their feelings and be less constrained thanks to their respective protagonist. > Corresponding symbolism & motifs: ⦁ Both pairs have canonically been associated with celestial motifs with Rukia and Tsukuyo being associated with the moon while Ichigo and Gintoki are associated with the Sun. ⦁ Rukia and Gintoki have been respectively described as the "light" in Ichigo and Tsukuyo's lives. ⦁ Rukia has been associated with Winter and Night while Ichigo has been associated with Summer and Day. Conversely, Tsukuyo has been associated with night and autumn while Gintoki has been associated with day and spring. > Common tropes: ⦁ Both pairs share the "a shared suffering", "back-to-back badasses", "battle couple", "belligerent tension", "birds of a feather", "can't live with them, can't live without them", "declaration of protection", "everyone can see it", "flirting under fire", "friends to lovers", "I owe you my life", "mutual respect", "slow burn", "sun × moon" and "you are better than you think you are" tropes.

If you made it till the end, I'm so grateful. Thanks for reading my ramblings. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments below. Also, remember not to spread misinformation and to respect others' right to formulate their own opinions.

[maddascanbe-blog]

"Im'a snek. I'm a slithery little sneaky snek." -Luka probably

You know when face shape, body type, hair, skin, eye shape and color are already decided and drawn digital it saves a lot more time! I had a plan for Luka's civilian design but when I went to do it digital he just took the reigns and demanded his jacket back (it was originally going to be tied around his waste)

Silencer always bothered me a bit? For the most part I likes his design, but the purple was a bit too vibrant. I chnaged it drastically to make it look more cyber-punk inspired.

I had zero plans for Viperion's diesgn outside of giving him snake bites and wanting him to not look like Aspik. And once again the design took over and demanded a leather trench coat, I don't make the rules guys.

For the re-write stuff, Luka is 18 (as is Juleka, they are still twins) He graduated a year early to get a job and start helping support their family. To the surprise of exactly no one Anarka kind of struggles to keep a job. They always had food on the table, and living on the Liberty meant there was always a roof over their heads. But new clothes were reserved for birthday and Christmas presents, everything else is usually thrifted. Luka got really good at basic tailoring and likes to paint, dye, bleach, or otherwise make his and his sisters clothes unique. When he started they would have little fashion shows for their mom, which sparked Juleka's love for modelling. This shared interest is part of what draws him to Marinette.

Luka is canonically an empath, and I ain't about to take that from him. Non-miraculous super powers exist in this world, it would not shock me in the slightest if Luka was powered. He can sometimes get overwhelmed in large spaces of conflicting emotions, but had been slowly adjusting to it with each performance he and Juleka do. Kind of like exposure therapy.

If your scared to do something and want someone to support you? Ask Luka, he'll probably do it to to show his support. When they were 6, Juleka wanted to get her ears pierced but was scared, so Luka decided he wanted his pierced too. He ended up loving them and got more earrings later, and an eyebrow piercing. So far only 1 has ever gotten infected. In turn when Luka wanted to dye his hair for the first time, Juleka decided to get it done as well (albeit without bleach for fear of damaging it to much)

While they've never met their father, they have a feeling they know who it is. Their mother doesn't hide her child support letters nearly as well as she thinks she does.

[babydollxmio]

My Entry For the Art Contest :P(SORRY THE ART SUCKS I GAVE UP AT THE END💔)

About my Karmor!

What I think stands out about him the most is his Appearance and how he uses his power.

He/Him

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He is Brazilian and Black✌🏽

Appearance-

He has a pretty androgynous appearance for a male and has a very unique figure which is both parts lean but also curvaceous.

He has sun kissed tan skin which is surprisingly soft and clear(baddie genes.)

His hair is around either 3b or 3c but his hair is slightly damaged so his curls are not as defined as they should be.

I wanted to make his clothes kinda similar to Doc’s because I head cannon that Doc gave Karmor a pair of his clothes to wear for some time and then after that Karmor started wearing clothes kinda similar to Doc’s but at the same time he bought a belt that sort of reminded him of hipswitch in hopes that hipswitch will notice.

He has an odd birthmark of a sort of star on his side that ends at his hip.[I’ll post a rough draft that I made of the tattoo design].

I wanted to give him a cool accessory that has some meaning behind it so I decided to give him a puppeteer necklace which was reference to how crow has a sort of hold over him and even since the latest episode when crow pretty much manipulated Karmor into killing skum like a puppet. So I thought that would be a cool detail to add.

Ability Usage-

I am in love with any sort of reality manipulation ability so when I found out Karmor could rewrite events and such I got right to work.

When my Karmor uses his ability, it is similar to how Orihime Inoue from Bleach uses hers, specifically when she heals people and she creates a dome around them. For example, when Karmor was healing Doc in episode five, a see-through glowing dome was placed around him. Even when he changed the drink for Albus in episodes two and six, a dome was placed around the glass. The dome, or rather shield, changes size depending on the object, whether it’s a human or a glass cup.

When using his powers his eyes darken and a star appears in one eye. If he overuses his powers he risks gaining injuries like arm burns, bleeding eyes, and peculiar marks appear on the rightside of his face and on his right arm(sort of like Nobara in that last Jjk episode of season 1 when fighting the Death Paintings).

Hopefully you guys got all of that I suck at explaining stuff when I’m excited 😆.

More Random Facts About Him-

He has a idgaf personality but is also a very sweet person who values others over himself. He will snap if he ever gets pushed over the edge or if he gets overwhelmed by something. He is sort of a perfectionist and gets stressed if something doesn’t go how it’s supposed to.

He gets angry when his hair isn’t behaving and will beat his hair with a brush.

He has “accidentally” dropkicked Atilla before 🔥.

He has an odd habit of randomly stopping and staring at people he finds attractive or cool looking which results in that person either finding him totally creepy or coming up to him and asking if he wants to fight Hipswitch has had to step in multiple times.

[Was very hesitant to post this but hope you all like it 😭]

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

SO RANDOM BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS WHEN I WAS LISTENING TO GHOSTING BY MOTHER MOTHER LAST NIGHT!! kinda ghost bam au :3 like reader has been living in this new place for a couple months and bam is just infatuated with her and WANTS TO TALK TO HER SO BAD but he just keeps scaring her idk idk fluffy, angsty whatever you wanna do!!

Mean Spirited

Y/N moves into a dilapidated apartment in Westchester while she goes to school. Little does she know, there’s already someone living there- and he’s very eager to get to know her ;)

Bam Margera X Fem! Y/N

(Angst, Fluff)

2.2k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, flirting, nudity, vouyerism

An: Thank you so much for this request! I adore getting creative and unique requests such as yours, so I had a really fantastic time writing this. :) There’s a distinct lack of AU content for Jackass, and I would be happy to write more! Anyways, thank you for reading, and please keep sending in requests! :D

The place was a shithole, but that’s to be expected of a cheap apartment in a college town. Sure, the groaning doors didn’t quite meet the floor, and the torn and broken furniture tilted when you leaned on it, but it acted effectively as your home base until you could afford somewhere better. You’d stayed there three months, but not one splinter in the dry, creaking wood floors nor a shred of the peeling wallpaper ever seemed to feel like home.

In the dead of night, when the stale air swirled with what you could’ve sworn were murmuring voices, all you could do was bury yourself in your bed and try to fall asleep. Usually, that made it go away. The only light in the room came from moonbeams streaming through a far off window, sac casing on your body as you lay there. Feeling the thin bed sheets slowly slide off of your shoulder with a tickle, you tugged them up without a second thought. But it happened again, more insistent this time. Frustrated, you hardly noticed the human whispers that formed from those howling winds outside. “Cmon…” it pleaded. Not for the worry that there was some rouge murderer at your window, but instead for the more pressing issue of the thin blankets, you blinked awake with a grumble.

Above your bed hovered this great cloud of smoke- or was it mist? Some amorphous cloud of whatever, and against the bedsheets, as if the byproduct of some optical illusion, you could make out in the scrunched up linens what appeared to be where hands would grab at the fabric. And then there was that voice, now with an unmistakable playful lilt, as if the speaker was smiling to himself, “What’re you wearin’ under there?” Bewildered at your circumstances, confusion and alarm shoot through your veins and with a jolt. Sitting up, you panickedly flailed your arms as if it were the mist that was responsible for…well, whatever that was. But one glance in the cracked mirror across the room said the plain truth: you were entirely alone. “Weird dream…” you muttered to yourself.

The house had all sorts of quirks, you would come to find out. Whenever you reached for the doorknob to let yourself inside, it seemed that, as if by a great gust of wind, the front door would be thrown open before you touched the handle. A natural phenomenon, you thought- the byproduct of some criss crossing of ley lines or something you were yet to understand. Dropping your bag and kicking your shoes off with a thump against a dusty baseboard, you went to grab a soda from the fridge. Idly switching on the sun bleached radio that sat on the windowsill, you were greeted by the usual popping and fizzing before the damn thing shocked you hard when you reached for the tune knob. “Ah! Shit…” You shook your hand out, bitterly glaring at it as if some inanimate object would intentionally hurt you.

There was no way you could ever understand the degree of fascination he had for you; everything you did was enchanting. Well, as enchanting as a woman of his tastes could be. Bam loved the way you drummed your black painted fingernails against the table while you focused on your studies. How you leaned out the bathroom window to smoke because the asshole landlord was always pedantic about that shit. You never noticed the bizarre, swirling patterns that the wind would blow your still smoldering ashes…Don’t even get me started on how you looked leaning into the mirror to apply your dark lipstick in one smooth stroke. He watched your every move with eager fascination, and a part of him loved tormenting you- unraveling your nerves the way one might with the frayed ends of a rope.

That evening, as you reached over the scum clouded shower door to grope around for a towel, something else was mingling in the steam that filled the room so dense you could scarcely see in front of you. Stepping out, your eyes went wide when you looked at yourself in the mirror through the smeary finger marks that formed words. ‘Nice tits’, it read, signed with this…unfamiliar sigil. As juvenile of a prank it was, and as much as you tried, you failed to explain it away through any rational means. Did someone break in, or was this the work of whoever lived here before you?

As you stood there, dripping onto the cold tile, a chill teasingly crept up your spine before fanning out over your shoulder blades and trailing down your bare arms. Butterfly light touches, like a teasing lover. A bundle of old pipes in the wall groaned through the molding ceramic, forming what, to your waterlogged ears, sounded similar to snickering. Then, while you were poaching in your skin, a corner of your towel slipped out of your grasp as if someone tugged on it- pulled by some mysterious force. Letting a little noise of surprise slip out, you quickly snatched it up and gripped it as if the towel was threatening to squirm out of your grasp, before storming out of the bathroom. Okay, this was getting a little scary.

This was bad. This was bad. First chick he’s seen in- has it been years? However long it’s been- and Bam scared her away. Either that, or she just so happened to be taking up more night shifts and studying at the library, with the occasional weekend spent at a friend’s house. This woman was his dream girl- he was sure she was- and all his gestures to get her attention had gone to waste because Bam had all the subtlety of a sledgehammer to the teeth. Yeah, he had fun watching, but watching is only good for so long. For a while, the only indication that you didn't skip town or move away was your belongings that still lay around the apartment. He messed with them, but what fun is rattling windows and hiding in closets if there’s nobody there?

Then, one day, on advice from a couple of friends, you decided to try and communicate with…whatever was responsible for the strange occurrences. I mean, you didn’t believe in the paranormal per se, but you were running out of rational explanations, and the fear of what you didn’t understand was freaking you out more than the shit going down in your apartment. Anxious sweat tingled against your skin as you tiptoed across the creaking floors, a grave air buzzing about the room. Swallowing thickly, you unboxed the Ouija board you bought expressly for this purpose and set the components up.

From where he had been sulking in the shadows like a depressed teenager for weeks, Bam’s face lit up the moment he saw you. She’s back! Alert the presses! When he saw you kneeling on the ground, eyes closed with your fingers pressed against the planchette, his mind went to about a million ideas as to how he could make you aware of his presence. As the wooden piece moved across the board with a loud scrape, you watched with bated breath, but the only phrases you seemed to discern were nonsensical and laden with profanity…Startling you, one of the trembling windows behind you flew open with a clatter, sending a massive gust of wind through the house. The cloud of sedimentary dust that was stirred up grew to such a density that your vision was momentarily obstructed, only settling to take on another, strange form.

“You know you can just talk to me, right?” A voice that was undeniably from a human spoke. He was young for what you imagined a ghost to be, and handsome, with this odd glint of something undeniably living behind those crystal blue eyes. You assumed they were blue, but most of him looked the same- a pale, cerulean coagulation of vapor. Frozen on the ground, gaping like a stunned trout, you gawked up at the apparition that stood before you- well, floated. “It’s cool! It’s cool- don’t freak out,” he explained, words laden with urgency, “Just- gimme like five minutes.”

This was a product of a great misunderstanding. A few years ago, you current apartment was Bam’s favorite place to throw ragers- of course, this was before he moved into the castle. He would’ve thrown them at his parent’s house but, while he liked pissing them off, he didn’t wanna get himself killed. Point is, the whole reason Bam was stuck there was because he dated the lady who rented the place- this super hot goth chick. She was into witchcraft and that spooky shit, and maybe that drew him in, but he’s never had great luck with healthy, normal relationships. I mean, how bad could this turn out? He’s stuck his dick in crazy before, and it’s not like he believed in any of that pentagram, candley crap. However, it turns out those witchy chicks get real antagonistic when you break up with them…After leaving him a series of very angry voicemails, she ended up doing some curse shit on him with locks of his hair stolen while he passed out on the couch, and now he’s bound to that little dinky shack you called home.

Disinclined, your voice carried a tremble as you asked, “So- so you’re a real ghost, and you not gonna try an’ kill me or anything?” Popular culture only shows old, creepy Victorian ghosts haunting places- not foul mouthed, phillytrash pro skaters. Understandably, you held suspicions. Smoky tendrils swirling into a perpetually settling haze as he advanced. Bam smirked, “Seriously? Listen- I haven’t gotten any in years, and suddenly this super hot chick moves in. You think I’m gonna go all Candyman on your ass?” Swallowing thickly, you shook your head and reached over to shut the still open window with a thud, your hair a swirling mess around your head. You sputter, “You harass and- and haunt me for months, and what? Is this your weird little fucked up way of flirting?” Suddenly, you were overcome with the smell of Camel Blues as Bam swirled around you. It was as if his voice came from every direction as he asked coyly, “Ever had sex with a ghost?”

How would someone even attempt that sort of thing? Something told you that, if you were to humor him, Bam would give you a response along the lines of ‘getting creative’. Spinning on your heel and getting all up in his smug, translucent face, you uttered through your gritted teeth, “Listen. I got half a mind t’get the hell outta here and call a priest, or an exorcist, or- or whoever can get rid of you!”

Blinking in surprise as if he thought everything he had been doing up to this point was totally socially acceptable, remorse quickly flashed across Bam’s face, his eyes looking more like a cartoon deer than a benevolent spirit’s. This was followed by panic as you turned to leave, “Hey- hey! Let’s, just- I’ll be good!” His facade fell like a house of cards at the slightest provocation. But it was the weakness in his verbiage that pleased you, oddly enough. “Good?” Turning around, you tested his resolve, “What’re you gonna do?”

Every day after work, the routine was the same. The moment you stepped foot past the door frame, he was so eagerly on top of you that you swore you inhaled a bit of him. “Hey- hey! Hi, y/n!” Rolling your eyes at his eagerness, you dropped your bag and plopped yourself down on the couch. Bam followed on your heels the way an overexcited puppy might, all the while he was asking you twenty questions about your day, “How was your shift? Was your supervisor givin’ you shit again? Oh, wait- what about your psych test?” Bam, who hadn’t left the confines of that shit box in who knows how long, was always eager to hear about the outside world. Settling in next to you, his voice dropped into a darkly curious murmur as if he were asking about some exciting, glamorous secret, “Didja’ get that guy’s number yet?”

The magazine sitting on the coffee table fluttered open with a great flurry of pages, landing on some busty, barely dressed supermodel. Unamused at his thinly veiled flirting, you shrugged in response to his questioning. “Oh…you gotta boyfriend?” “Nah,” you sighed. A grin flashed across his face- one which you would’ve found charming if he were alive, “Nice!”

Sure, having a perverted ghost for a roommate had its perks: you always knew when you needed to buy more shampoo and your undergarments never got lost in the wash. But very quickly, you got used to being observed around the clock- yes, including as you got ready for bed. Leaning in the dim corner of your bedroom, Bam crossed his arms and watched you with keen eyes as you got ready for bed. It was quiet and intimate, a drastic departure from his typical antics. He chuckled softly, “You live alone- you could sleep naked if you wanted to!” Scoffing, you tugged on an oversized t- shirt and shook your head, an amused smile creeping into your face. He was just too much…