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ruisutea · 7 months

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Their siblings s/o - M!Various

"Brother, sister! Meet my boyfriend" :D

"Ah, pleased to meet you-"

Kamisato sibling!M!reader x Various M!characters (separate)

Fluff - Crack - Slight Angst

C/W - Slight angst, possibly ooc for a few, reader is mentioned to be older than Ayaka, and younger than Ayato

As the door opens, you were greeted with two blue haired people.

"Welcome home" they both say in sync. A smile plastered on each face, as they saw your taken aback expression.

It's been a while,

Maybe a bit more.

And to say you all missed each other was an understatement.

"It's been quite a while since you came back to visit, seems like you prefer to be in [nations name] than here y/n" Ayato says,

"No I just couldn't find the right time to visit! "

"Brother don't tease him, he just got home" Ayaka starts, "besides, theres a guest here. Shouldnt you be welcoming him? " she says, looking at the figure next to you.

"Right, my apologies. Y/n why don't you introduce us to this, person. "

"Brother, sister, meet my boyfriend-";

Albedo

An interesting choice

Hes very polite and honest.

I don't think they were very fond with him eating spiders though ◌

But if that's what you'll live for than they support this relationship!

Even though he might be a bit awkward in conversations.

But he can keep you out of danger soo that's a plus, especially now that you don't live in Inazuma, they don't have to worry about you being hurt.

8.5/10

Zhongli

A gentleman, how nice!

Very intelligent if they do say so themselves however,

Why does he always forget his wallet?

An interesting field of work, but it's fine for them. At least they can have a good offer on coffins? No?

A bit on the older side but that's alright. :)

9/10

Neuvillette

Another gentleman !

Hes so sweet and honest with your siblings.

Surprised not only by the melusine law, but also by the fact that hes a chief justice.

Didnt know you could pull such people.

Another older guy, but still it's alright.

Very supportive of you two.

A little worried about how your relationship will last because of how much someone like him works, what if you feel neglected? What if things end because of work?

9.5/10

Diluc

He looks like he mad, but after talking with him, hes really just a gentleman with some layers of trauma.

A great person to partner up with for work related things, Ayato can keep note of that.

However his past with the fatui,

Just a littlee thing, but maybe it wont affect you both in the future. Maybe.

But let's go back to him being such a gentleman.

And he's really good with pets too?? Like when they were escorting you after a few weeks of staying they got to see a bunch of stray cats and dogs walking towards you and diluc

And he just casually pets them and gives them a treat

Plus how he treats his employees??? You got yourself a personal bodygaurd, a chef, a boyfriend, the whole package.

9/10

Lyney

He's very romantic with you, which is nice for them to know that your loved.

Overall a great guy!

Just don't tell him abt him having some background with the fatui.

Ayaka enjoys the flowers he gave as a welcoming gift. The various types of flowers she hasn't seen here in Inazuma looks amazing.

His field work is nice, theyre just a little worried his stunts might lead to other endings..

9.5/10

Kaeya

Very nice

And also intelligent as well.

More on the chill and collected side than nervous to meet his boyfriends siblings.

They're very interested in why he has an eye patch, maybe it's similar to like beidous?

But they won't question incase it's not.

Romantic to you as well

Another person to tease you and ayaka.

9.5/10

I ran out of ideas for this one TvT

#genshin #tiredtealuvr #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin x you #genshin x male reader #keaya x reader #zhongli genshin x reader #lyney x reader #genshin impact lyney #diluc x y/n #diluc x you #neuvillette x y/n #neuvillette x you #albedo

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goingferalforhim · 8 months

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[ just doing my job ]

📂 big bro! gojo satoru x geto! fem! reader ( x bf! toge inumaki ) . somewhere along the way gojo became your big brother (and he loves to tease you about your love life) . mentions of reader and gojo missing suguru .

“they remind you of us, right?”

“maybe a bit,” you shrug, wearing a grin as you peer up at the white haired man. “yuji’s definitely funnier than you ever were tho.”

your teacher scoffs, flicking your forehead. “you were a child, you don’t remember anything.”

“I actually remember a good bit of my childhood, thank you very much.” you hiss as you rub at your head.

the two of you fall into a silence once again, turning to face the group of students in front of you. your gaze lingers from the three first years arguing to the three second year students—your classmates. they each stand, looking bored and fed up, as they wait for the other three to settle down; something the man beside you should be encouraging.

as you catch bits and pieces of the argument broken out on the training field you giggle to yourself, your mind returning back to when you were younger and would witness your brother, gojo, and shoko have their moments of disagreements—it usually ended in them turning to you, a literal child, for a final say.

“you don’t think I’m an attention seeker, right?” satoru had pouted, tilting his head to the side. shoko and suguru groaning behind him in unison. “say no and i’ll buy you something,” the white haired teen whispered as he leaned forward.

“whoa! whoa! whoa! there will be no bribing,” suguru had shoved himself between the two of you now and the argument had only escalated from there. but in the end satoru did buy you something, and then a few more somethings—“what I cant spoil my sister?”

“she’s my sister, satoru.”

your lips press into a thin line as you blink away the image of your brother, a dull ache pulsing through your heart—you missed him. you missed the way he’d comb your hair and twirl it back into a bun, you missed how he’d patiently sit and allow you to paint his nails different colours—sometimes he’d even allow you to give him a face of makeup to match his whole look. “don’t you look pretty,” satoru would mumble as he welcomed himself into suguru’s dorm—bags of snacks for the three of you to share.

he always bought your favourites—even now; whenever satoru returned from a mission it was always expected that he’d return baring some sort of treat or candy he spotted throughout his journey, even if it was simply heading down the block. satoru loved his sweets. yuji often complained as your teacher handed you a gift.

the pink hair boy would pout and wonder where his candy was, but you always shared—and eventually satoru had gotten into the habit of buying multiple treats. “you don’t have to buy more than one, satoru. its fine, really.” but in gojo fashion he ignored your statement and proceeded to arrive at your dorm with a plastic bag full of your favourite sweet pink-packaged candies that you loved so much.

sometimes he’d arrive at your dorm to hear your vibrant laughs or the constant chatter of you and your fellow students as you played games and caught up after classes.

he’d knock softly and wait, never opening the door unless you called out or did it yourself. his tall frame would loom over you as you peered up at him from the doorway, he’d grin and extend an arm—plastic bag crinkling at the movement. your own hands would grip the handles and pull them to your side. “thank you, ‘toru.”

“just doing my job,” he’d joke. at first it confused you, but you hadn’t questioned it. you suppose this was apart of his job, going out and fighting curses, and then returning with candy. but one night when he arrived at your door he expected silence, the sun had set hours ago and he planned on leaving the bag of sweets outside your door to find in the morning—but when your muffled sobs greeted his ears he found his knuckles softly tapping at the wood separating the two of you. “sweetheart?” he was met with silence, but your sobs had ceased. “you don’t have to let me in,” he whispers. “but I just need to know if you’re okay.”

“you can come in, satoru.” your voice was strained, and the mere sound of it practically shattered his heart.

he pops the door open slightly, “are you sure? if you wanna be alone thats alright.” his blue eyes meet your bloodshot one as you nod. he shuts the door softly and settles himself on the edge of your bed, his fingers mindlessly tracing the pattern of your duvet.

“do you ever miss him?”

your question catches him off guard, but he nods. “all the time,” he sighs.

“what do you do? you know, to make it better?” he slumps, his hand reaching for yours. you let him take it, he cringes at the coolness to your touch—taking your hand between both of his to attempt to warm your fingertips.

“I like to think about all the fun we had together, things we liked to do…sometimes I like to pretend he’s still here.” he admits with a soft shrug, his gaze still on your hand sandwiched between his.

“me too,” you hum—shuffling closer, leaning on his side. he sighs and places his head atop yours. the scent of his bodywash comes off of him in waves and the linger of his lavender shampoo tickles at your nose. “thank you for always being here for me.”

“just doing my job,” his forefinger and thumb pinch at your cheek, you swat him away as his words settle in. his job hadn’t been going on missions and bringing you back a sweet, his job was going on a mission and bring you back a sweet—because he was your brother.

you’re not sure when satoru became your brother, but one day he had stolen you away from suguru to go and have a brother-sister date—at the time you had only giggled at his words, but now…

satoru contacted you every morning with his schedule for the day, and if anything in the routine shifted he’d tell you—I just want you to know where I am in case you ever need me. at breakfast, lunch, and dinner he’d send you a text and asked if you ate—and if he was around he’d offer to get you you’re favourite take out. and in true brotherly fashion—when nobara had let it slip that you were going on a date with toge later one night, gojo satoru became peak big brother.

he didn’t know if he should send the younger boy glares or poke at him. should he threaten him or tell him your embarrassing stories?

which leads to now. the two of you watching the other students attempt to train.

“toge is looking at you,” you scoff and shove at his shoulder.

“stop.”

“what? I thought you loved him,” the smirk is prominent on his lips.

“we…we haven’t said the L-word yet,” you blush—your gaze focused on your hands as they sit in your lap. satoru chuckles from above you.

you glance up, peeking through your lashes—and just as satoru had said, toge stands staring at you.

his gentle eyes meet yours, and even from where you sit you can see the way the corners crinkle with his hidden smile.

“well, just by that smile alone I can tell he loves you.”

#📂 — goingferalforhim #geto!reader #big brother!gojo #toge inumaki x reader #toge x reader #toge inumaki #toge inumaki imagines #inumaki toge #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

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findafight · 1 year

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Au idea I'll probably never write:

Steve as seven au, BUT he escapes at the same time as El in season 1. They get separated after Benny's, when seven tells eleven to run and definitely kills a couple government agents to give her more time.

So the a plot of will being missing and Mike finding El? Standard canon except El is ALSO looking for her brother and is worried about him. She sees that he's mostly safe and tries to help find will but also insists she go to her brother soon.

B plot of barb and Nancy...idk I haven't really thought about how that'd work without Steve's kickback. Maybe they go to a party (like actual party not the five person hangout) together and get separated and no one notices barb disappear from the edge of the lawn. Idk

The C plot is seven, kinda bloody and definitely cold, wandering out into the middle of the street, and one Robin Buckley almost running him over with her bike. She immediately clocks "guy who seems pretty fucked up" about him, and offers him a ride to her house. But Robin has never been the most coordinated of people and biking with a(admittedly probably too skinny) teenage boy sitting in her package rack is hard, and combine that with a guy driving like the devil's after him, they end up swerving of the road.

Eddie steps out, apologizes profusely, and offers them a ride. seven is sceptical, especially when both of them pause when he tells them his name, but does end up in the van. He finally gets a chance to breathe once they get to the Buckleys', and Robin gets him some leftovers.

He sits in front of the tv set to a blank station, tucks his head into his shirt instead of blindfolds, and tries to see El.

He sees her older, with flowers braided through long hair, laughing. Too far. He sees her with short curls, a patterned button down, eating something in a cone beside a mustachioed man. Too far again. He sees her tiny, scared, holding his own small hand. Not far enough.

Finally, finally, he sees her as she knows her now, mostly, standing beside a group of children and in front of a monster in a large room.

Eddie and Robin have no idea why their new friend? Has turned the tv on to static and is hiding in his shirt, but figure he's had a rough day. He pops his head back out, blood dripping from his nose, and grins, telling them he knows where his sister will be.

Anyways blah blah blah El sees where people ARE Steve sees where people have been/will be (based on where/who they are right now. Futura is constantly in motion etc).

Idk season 2 would happen very similar as canon minus stancy break up (they never date and are just friends) (also Steve tells Robin and Eddie he and El are safe and they pass it on to the kids) El finds Kali, Steve fights demodogs, etc etc.

But I want a (pre?) season 3 scene where Robin and Steve are hanging out as soulmates do, door closed because they are discussing Sensitive Subjects (gay shit) and giggling like schoolgirls. Hopper, in all his disappointed dad glory, opens the door and starts in on a rant about keeping the door open three inches.

Steve, bitch that he is, just tilts his head to the side and says "but that is for when we are with people we date. I am not dating Robin."

Hopper, not yet picking up what's happening, sighs. "Kid. It's about propriety. You can't be alone with Robin, because what if you do start dating. Then it's. You have to set an example for El!"(it would be a nice move bringing up Older Brother Responsibility, except...well.)

"but we aren't. I am dating someone else?"

"still need the door open three inches, pal. When El is home, at least"(El is almost always home)

"we do! And you complain about the loud music!"

"wait. Who are you dating? I thought Nancy was dating Jonathan still. She barely comes over." Hopper please pick up what Steve is putting down oh my god.

(hop has forgotten Robin is there and she is trying very hard not to make noise but Steve keeps meeting her eye sometimes because dear god. truly an iconic moment in friendship history.)

"yeah obviously. Eddie comes over all the time, though."

"what does Ed- oooh. Ah. I see. That's why you keep the door open even though he complains."

Steve nods like Hopper is the dumbest man on the planet. He might just be. "Yes. Because you said El had to and she asked why I didn't have to so then I started to leave it open when Eddie was over. At least Eddie doesn't laugh at you to your face"

"Eddie laughs behind my back?"

"he said you didn't know we were dating but I told him of course you knew, the door is open three inches."

Hopper clasps Steve's shoulders and looks him in the eye. "Steve, I need you to keep telling him that. And not mention this very awkward conversation we had."

"because he was right."

"he doesn't need to know that."

That's all I got lmao (also check the tag ramble I added lol)

#steve Harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #el hopper #platonic stobin #steddie #steve and el #steve and hopper #steve is seven #finda writes stuff #hopper versus his childrens' boyfriends and his ongoing mission to have SOME authority over them #but anyway i love steve is seven aus but only really see ones where he escapes before el so thought this would be nest #*neat. also i love hopper adopting steve fics hehe #hop goes to joyce after this and is like. okay so he didnt tell me but thats because he thought i knew am i a bad dad #'hop. what are you talking about' 'steve and eddie are dating' 'yeah. what about it' 'i didnt know'#'theyre all over each other' 'so are him and robin! i thought they were just affectionate!' 'oh my god' 'no one else can ever know joyce'#'eddie sleeps over all the time' 'robin does too' 'the nicknames' 'robin calls steve babe' 'the whispering?'#'once AGAIN he and robin ALSO do that. how was i supposed to know he was dating eddie when he and his best friend also do that stuff?!'#'okay. thats fair jim. but what about the kissing' 'joyce.look into my eyes. he also. kisses. robin.' 'are all three of them dating?' 'no'#'huh. on the lips?' 'sometimes. its a playful smack.' 'and eddie?' 'okay admittedly. now that i think about it. very different than Robin

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heich0e · 2 years

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bsf’s little brother but it’s osamu who’s the little brother by like two mins 😁😁😁 this is just me finding ways to fit samu into any trope btw <3 but YES bsf’s little bro tobio who starts sending u pics of cool stuff he sees in italy, u always telling him to keep safe, who blushes when u call him pet names 😔😔

miwa plans a trip to visit tobio in italy but has to bail last minute because of work, and begs you to take her ticket and go instead. "to check on him, to make sure he's not living out of his suitcases!" she says, pleading with you to let her transfer her ticket into your name.

so against all odds (and your better judgement) you end up in italy, of all places.

tobio picks you up at the airport in a hat and sunglasses, but you can't mistake the way he towers over the rest of the crowd at the arrivals gate. he carries your bags up to his apartment (where you happily confirm that no, he's not living out of suitcases--though you suspect a fair amount of the decor in his apartment was purchased just prior to your arrival if the receipts and packaging in his trashcan are anything to go by) and lingers in the doorway to the guest bedroom while you settle in. he tells you six times where the towels are. reminds you constantly to make yourself at home. it's kind of cute, you can't help but think, how eager he is.

tobio's training schedule is as busy as you'd expect--leaving early each morning, and sometimes not coming home until late in the evening depending on if it's a game day or not--but you keep yourself busy with sightseeing in his absence, and then the two of you eat dinner together each night. sometimes you go out to visit a restaurant in his quaint little neighbourhood, sometimes you cook for him in the afternoons before he arrives home.

you tell him all about your day while the two of you eat, only to find out that since moving to italy, tobio has visited sum total ZERO tourist attractions or places of cultural significance.

"been busy," he murmurs into the spoonful of soup you'd prepared as a side for dinner that evening--something from home, since you'd sensed it was something the young man was missing.

but that just won't do. so when tobio FINALLY gets a stretch of a few days off, you drag him out to all of your favourite places that you'd visited since arriving. he doesn't complain once. especially not when you grab his hand so the two of you don't get separated in the lively, bustling italian streets.

tobio introduces you to his teammates one evening towards the end of your visit when you come to meet him at the arena after practice. they're an energetic bunch. extremely tall. very sweaty. and they seem to get a bit rowdy when tobio shoots you a shy little wave once he spots you waiting in the stands as the group of men shuffle off towards the locker rooms. you hear "tua tesorina" thrown around more than once between the men, and it only makes tobio go red up to his ears, snapping at them viciously in italian though it seems completely ineffective. it sounds a bit like 'your sister'--tua sorella--so you assume they must be teasing tobio for your presence. it makes you giggle a bit to yourself as you wait for him to emerge from the showers.

it's not until you're at your departure gate in the airport at the end of your nine day trip, waiting for your flight home with a heavy heart you can't quite explain, that you finally look up what it meant.

tua tesorina: your little treasure (literal), your darling (familiar)

this post can be read as a follow up to/continuation of this drabble

#kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x you #kageyama x reader #kageyama x you #kageyama tobio #bffs little brother!tobio #also best friend's younger brother osamu is just the bff!osamu series my guy #liv got mail

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carefulfears · 8 months

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you technically asked for this: please please please talk about scully & samantha (how scully loves her, their connection, etc etc)

(previous post on this here)

the thing about it is like…scully loves samantha in so many different ways. she has to, first and foremost, by nature of loving mulder the way she does. it comes with the territory. it’s a package deal: mulder and his trailing ghost, mulder and his quest, mulder and what “matters.” there’s no separation. he’s 3 people at all times: the man in front of her, the one in bellefleur, the little boy from the pictures with his baby sister on his back. there are no photos of mulder without samantha, none taken without her, none taken after her. and he tells scully why: “i’m still walking into that room. every day of my life.”

and i guess that scully doesn’t have to love her, but she does, because she loves that man in bellefleur who sat down and told her what matters to him. she also loves her job. she loves the work that they do. she loves being “on the side of the victim,” and chasing monsters, making discoveries. she’s cognizant and respectful of what’s at the center. there is a reason that they do this every day, and it isn’t because they get a kick out of little green men. she’s protective, she really doesn’t mess around, not when it’s this important. as early as miracle man in season one, every time anyone mentions samantha, she’s standing up. she’s on edge, she’s controlling. this is important, but it’s not to everyone.

they’re the same age. they were taken by the same people. endured the same tests. reading samantha’s diary, listening to her talk about how much she hated it, the way scully cried…she doesn’t remember this (or maybe she does) but penny northern told her once that she held her while she cried, after the tests. who held this little girl, just writing in her journal that she wanted her brother?

scully wrote a journal like that too, once, saved her testimony for that same person. in closure the way that she tells mulder to go get some sleep, and she keeps looking. when she finds the police report she tells him: “i got it, mulder. i couldn’t believe it when i saw it. it was like it was looking for me.”

she’s guided, just like missy guides. these sisters linger.

as the years go on, bill dies, then tena. csm is out hiding with the anasazis, or whatever he deems priority. there’s no one else there who knows, but scully does. scully knows that they spent their summers playing baseball. they argued over the television, called each other names. she broke her collarbone on the swing, she was 6. it’s forever his turn on their last board game.

“not fox. mulder.” she corrected her mother with a smile, she knows there’s one person who calls him that. (and still does, screaming in his head, in his dreams).

to most everyone else, samantha is a name in a file, a statistic in a project. but “dana k. scully” is 3 shelves down.

she’s a picture in a frame, a ghost in his head. words on tattered paper. she’s scully’s babies’ angel aunt, one of two, and jackson has her hair. maybe baby2 her eyes, or her smile.

scully is just as haunted, as mulder is, and she’s been closer than he could ever get. she understands more. but when it was her turn, someone held her, and she came back to a person that samantha could only write about. so they chase ghosts forever and ever, because they deserve to be sought.

#asks

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endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus · 7 months

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[headcannons] Getting high with Papa & the ghouls [NSFW]

GIF by venus-2273

Warnings - MDNI 18+, explicit language, mentions of smoke/weed and sexual commentary/actions.

The title speaks for itself

if you would like me to write about the ghouletttes, please let me know <3

Huge, huge, huge thank you to my bestie @sink-me-in-your-ocean

(◐ω◑ )

ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝕀𝕍

Claims to know what he is doing

In his office, he taps on the wooden desk and you do as instructed, sitting with your legs on either side of his thighs while he is slouched in his throne

Opens the top drawer and pulls out a match book and a pre-rolled joint

He licks his lips before propping the joint between his lips, he raises a brow to you - not realizing you mimicked his action of swiping your own tongue over your lips. You bite down on your bottom lip, your face flushing in a hue of deep ruby red.

Not only did his rise to power and wicked dance moves make you weak in the knees, this was taking that to another level.

He shakes his head, a devilish grin appearing and he continues with nimble fingers. Papa rips a single match from its home and strikes it against the red strip on the back of the package.

It instantly ignites, he cups his hand around it to keep the flame from going out, and brings it up to the end of the joint. He takes a few small puffs, making sure it's evenly burning before he takes a bigger hit.

In a slow exhale, the smoke escapes, hugging the features of his face before disappearing in the air. He offers it to you and you excitingly accept, taking it between your thumb and pointer finger. In a swift inhale, you indulge, watching the end of it burn red and ash forming immediately following.

Courteously, you blow the smoke away, and he takes it back, your fingers grazing during the exchange. He winks before bringing it to his lips and taking another drawn out inhale. Mid hit, he begins to violently cough, smoke spewing out during his attack. You quickly take the joint and place it in the ashtray before tending to him.

You grab a bottle of water that was sitting on the desk and tell him to drink up. He tries his best, hunched over, his hands grasping the sides of your thighs, attempting to hold himself. Your hand flies to rub his back, and he catches his breath. He rests his head on your thigh, still recovering and you move your hand to pet his hair.

Silly rat man…

𝕊𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕤

Always has a pre-rolled joint tucked behind his ear

He is more than happy to share his stash with the other Brothers and Sisters of sin

Practically begs for you to join him

Has a tray, all the ingredients laid out to create the perfect blunt for you two to enjoy

The both of you are sitting criss crossed on the floor, the tray separating you two

He hums as he begins the ancient ritual

His slender fingers pick up a piece of paper and hold it in the palm of his hand as he sprinkles the ground buds in a line. Once he was happy at the amount of flour, he picked up one side of the paper and began to tuck it in. You were captivated by how flawless his execution was, more invested on how delicately his fingers moved.

Slowly rolling and making sure the ends were packed in tight, he brought it to his mouth and you held your breath. With a smooth swipe of his velvet tongue, he seductively licked the edge. Your eyes locked as he did and a cool shiver possessed your being, making you shudder.

He casually chuckled at your reaction, “Is it cold in here?” his eyes grazed over your figure and landed on your braless, perked breasts, your hardened nipples poking out of your thin shirt.

“Here, this should warm you right up” with a suggestive wink and his voice laced in adoration of your display, he held the spliff out for you. You rolled your eyes at the benign comment, ignoring the fact that he was clearly turned on by your mind-of-their-own breasts and snatched the joint from him.

Your chest rose, puffing out as you took in a vast inhale, and you knew he was drooling at the sight. You blew the smoke out right in his face and as it dissipated he bit through it, flashing his pearly white fangs at you.

A low growl rumbled from his throat and you giggled at his sass. You played innocent, purposefully arching your back to give him a show as you took your hit. He reached out to pluck the blunt from your hand, invading your personal space and extinguishing it out on the tray before tucking it behind his ear.

You were puzzled, a bit nervous, had you upset him? You replayed the last few minutes in your head, too distracted within the confines of your mind momentarily. There was no warning as he lunged forward and tackled you to the hard floor, his hands holding the back of your head to protect from the impact.

He peppered your face in kisses before he feverishly seized his lips onto yours, his entangled fingers in your hair gently tugging on the strands, eliciting a moan from you and granting him access for his tongue to wrestle yours in a fiery passion.

𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟

The real professional when it comes to weed

He has a display case dedicated to his collection of bongs and pipes

Very shy when inviting you into his room

You both are sitting on the edge of his bed

He nervously chuckled when he realized he was anxiously ripping a few bowls before you came by. He removed the bowl piece from the bong and dumped out the dust in a small trash can by his nightstand, apologizing for the haze that clung onto the walls in his room.

He crumbled up a piece of bud in his long fingers as he re-packed the bowl for you, a slight shake in his hand. You admired his room, very neat and organized, very fitting to his personality.

“W-would you like to light it, or me?” His hands were so big, he was able to balance the bong in one palm and the white lighter which looked so tiny in his other. You smiled and politely asked for him to ignite the lighter for you.

You picked up the crystal clear bong with both hands, being as cautious as you can. You positioned your hand to wrap around the neck of it and the other to support the bottom for the time being.

“Ready?” His voice was quiet and timid. You nodded and he set the green ablaze, you sucked in as long as you could, the bubbles vigorously vibrating inside the glass. You swiftly removed the bowl piece, making sure to inhale and clearing out all the smoke before shakily exhaling, a huge cloud emerging from your mouth.

You coughed a bit and he had a water bottle on hand, exchanging the items between your hands. You chugged about half of it when the tingling feeling of the high washed over you. Your eyes became so heavy, you ended up leaning against him and he welcomed you with open arms.

He cozily swaddled you in his massive arms and laid back, letting you rest your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. His grip was tight but you didn’t mind, he was an adorable snuggly bear.

𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡

Doesn’t go anywhere without his pen

Likes to wear his mask and let the smoke cascade through its openings

Anytime you see him, he lets you sneakily take a hit

One time he placed it over his crotch and erected it like his cock as a joke

It didn’t stop you from getting on your knees to suck it, keeping your eyes fixated on his

Demon boy died at the sight, “You’re so fucking hot.” he snarled through gritted teeth

You bumped into him in the hallway: he was leaving rehearsals at a pretty late hour which is why you gave him a confused look. He read your mind, replying to the unprompted question, “Technical difficulties,” he groaned.

You sighed, knowing he was most likely irritated and wanting to escape to decompress before he unleashed his fury on innocent folks. He fished out his gray pen from his back pocket, flashing it between his thumb and pointer finger and nodded his head towards the exit outside. Words were not needed as this was his signal for you to join him.

I have a few minutes to spare.

He led the way to his secret spot in the gardens, it was tucked away in the furthest forgotten corner. The hedges, which hadn’t been tended to in ages as they grew uncontrollably tall, were surrounded by piles of crunchy dead leaves covering the overgrown grass. He kicked away the debris to make room for you two to settle down. The dark sky was luminated by the moon and stars of various sizes twinkled brightly.

Your focus was on the shining stars, mentally connecting the dots to form your own constellations. He tapped the tip of the pen on your shoulder to get your attention, it was your turn to take a hit. You cheerfully accepted the device from his lithe digits, your eyes tracing over the protruding tendons and veins running down the back of his hand.

As you brought the pen to your lips to take a drawn out drag, he grasped your chin turning to face him, mere inches away from yours. As you exhaled he latched his lips onto yours, shot-gunning the massive cloud of smoke into his own lungs. His grip was taut and you blinked rapidly with wide doe eyes.

He licked his lips as the smoke exited his nostrils, tasting the strawberry flavored chapstick you sported on a daily basis. Without a second thought he dove back in for seconds, feasting on your bottom lip like his life depended on it.

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞

Indulges quite often in the devils lettuce

Usually likes to have a smoking buddy

Wood worked a janky little box where he stashes all his materials

Phantom was laying on his stomach, fishing under his bed when you entered his bedroom. You tilted your head to the side, curious to what he was doing.

“Ah ha!” he hollered, his head appearing from the curtain of his bed skirt and holding a wooden carved - clearly homemade - box. He shimmed to sit up right, his back leaning on the frame of his bed.

He grinned like a giddy child in a candy shop, delighted you made it and motioned for you to join him. You approached him unsure where to hunker down. Unexpectedly, he yanked your hand and you landed in his lap, your back neatly pressed against his front. He had trapped you in a compact embrace, squeezing tight with his lean arms wrapped around your waist. You gasped and lightly tapped his forearm, flagging him to loosen his grip before you passed out.

You both giggled and you nuzzled into him, wiggling your butt over his crotch, purposefully stirring his cock awake.

“Hey, hey,” he teasfully growled, “settle down girl.” His hot, shaky breath caresses your earlobe, sending a bolt of electricity throughout your body. He placed the box in your lap, his chin propped on your shoulder, overlooking. He flung the top open, gathering all the necessary items before shutting it closed with a thud.

The short hollow cylinder he picked out was colorful and petite, he grabbed your hand, holding your palm out for him to place the vibrant glass.

“You know what this is?” his voice was low and you could feel his throat vibrate as he spoke.

You shook your head no and he continued, “So I’m going to pack this end piece, the bowl, just keep still.”

You were enraptured by his agile fingers maneuvering skillfully as they stuffed the bowl with crumpled pieces of herb. He then took the glass and balanced it on top of his fingertips, “I’m going to light the bowl and you’re going to suck on this.”

Your lips met the cool glass opening, deftly sucking until you couldn’t handle the harsh smoke anymore.

“Good girl, now we don’t want to let it go to waste.” he took over, consuming the rest until the bowl was burnt to a crisp.

Your head lolled back, exposing your neck and he took the invitation to plant open mouth smooches leading up to your ear.

“Why don’t we get more comfortable?”

ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟

Doesn’t really care for smoking

Usually babysits the other ghouls

Likes to mess with them now and then

You two are sitting on the couch in the Ghouls rec center

Rain was curious when you pulled out a small tin from your bag. You explained that it helped you wind down for bed and he asked to also try.

You popped one into your mouth and chewed on the gummy candy, barely even able to distinguish it had weed in it.

He opened his mouth, pointing for you to feed it to him directly. You rolled your eyes, he’s such a baby, and placed the soft jellied sweet on his tongue.

“Mmm, that's yummy.” He sighed, contentedly licking his lips. You swear he didn’t chew it, instead swallowed it whole. You gawked at him, watching his Adam's apple bob as the gummy traveled down his throat.

“You have any more sweeties?” He tapped your bag excitedly and you chuckled, the ghouls had such sweet tooth's, you should know better by now to bring extra candy for them.

Time flew by as you two sat chatting about everything under the sun. Your high was creeping in, you could tell once your cheeks started to tingle and you had a feeling his was closing in as well.

He had an enormous grin as he stared at you blankly, and you cocked your head to the side, oh no.. here we go.

His lanky fingers reached out to brush the soft features of your face and you didn’t flinch, wanting to see where this would lead.

“You’re… so… pretty.” His voice purred as he slowly spoke each word.

You were stunned by his words and had no idea how to respond to his compliment. Your cheeks immediately flushed and mouth slightly gaped.

He took the opportunity to skim his thumb over your supple lips, continuing to smile as he did. Maintaining eye contact, he let his hand drop to your chest over your heart.

He hummed, closing the gap between each other, the tip of his nose tickling your cheek. He took your hand in his other and rested it above his own heart, holding it in place.

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starry-skies-116 · 8 months

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My AU Synopsis for the main trio + June and Fowler: Jackson Darby: 16 yrs. Neurodivergent, Intersex ADHD Queer Black Pakistani-American kid from Brooklyn when he moved to Jasper Nevada at five, socially ostracized. bi as FUCK and not even subtle about it. dead father at seven lost due to illness and is being raised by his single mother June has a little drone friend named Emily for max gay adventurer scientist chaos energy. Huge fan of a show called Celestial Odyssey, side passion for music and gaming (bonds with Raf over it). Gains way too many parental figures over the course of the series. Hacked into the Pentagon at ten years old on a dare.

Miko Nakadai: 16 yrs. Heir apparent to Nakadai Industries. Short petite Japanese-American jock girl with slightly toned muscles that can actually send you to the gulag if you fought her. Was in multiple sports clubs and took Shaolin classes. Youngest daughter of a rich family of three other siblings and a lot of extended family back in Japan with a controlling immigrant businessman father, mood disorder af while dealing with the aftermath of generational trauma and a dysfunctional family. Has two older siblings that are both twins, older sister is Himeko and older brother is Sora. Himeko and Sora are both 18. Is the champion of multiple street brawls. Has gotten into many street-fights and fights at school. Secretly a nerd too, so it makes sense that she'd fall for the nerd.

Rafael Esquivel: 12 yrs. White, Italian-Cuban American, from a huge family. Basically near-blind without his glasses. Skipped a couple of grades due to his talents in IT and hacking, and regrets it immensely now due to the burnt-out gifted kid spiral that he's going through. goes to the same high school as Jackson and Miko, and nobody takes him or his decisions seriously since he's younger than the rest. being the youngest is hard honestly-

June Darby: 37 yrs. African American woman, passed down her broader and curvier physique to her intersex son (of whom's also genderqueer and bi as FUCK omg). M-spec, male-leaning. Learns about the Autobots later on and about the work her son does and the wonderful family and life he's building for himself, and instantly allies herself with them the moment she does. Quit her big-shot engineer job and became a mechanic just to be able to be home take care of her son. automatically adopts everyone else. best friends with Optimus Prime and Fowler naturally. she'd give the sun and moon and stars and universe and galaxies and planets and nebulas and black holes and MORE for her babies and our blood and all of us LIVE to see it. Closeted nerd and neurodivergent as well. (oh and btw Mama Darby once called Team Prime a more affectionate/familial nickname in French and the familial love +2 modifier was too much for them once their processors translated it and they understood what it and the connotations meant. Bumblebee was trying so hard not to break out into tears while Arcee was struggling to hold back a smile)

William Fowler: 35-37 yrs. Black American. Grew up in Detroit. Knew Jackson's father from his time in the army- they were both best friends. FBI agent and government personnel. Stern and no-nonsense authority figure at first, strict yet disciplined, takes it upon himself to be one of many Jackson's 'older sibling' figures that he gains. he and the kids both fight a lot but they are literally a package deal so do not separate anyways. HUGE cat-person, bonds with Miko over it. Actually really likes Emily because the drone behaves like an affectionate and excited puppy who's just happy to be there. He and June work together from the time she finds out the 'truth' to co-parent her son and his friends and to support them and the Autobots in all of their missions.

#transformers #transformers au #transformers reboot au #tfp #transformers prime #tfp au #jackson darby #miko nakadai #rafael esquivel #raf esquivel #jack darby #june darby #agent fowler #william fowler #optimus prime #tfp optimus prime

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dragbunart · 9 months

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Some REALLY messy Concepts for some stuff I plan for Super Sonic Sound (Maybe I'll save up money to hire some voice actors and a few animators to do a few animations for it)

Super Sonic Sound is a silly little AU that's been rattling around my head for the better part of 2 months (or more)

I've mentioned each character has their own stuff their going through and how i want to pull from many sources of canon, the main ones being the game, Underground, and IDW comics (But as you'll see with Tania I will pull from all avenues as I see fit)

Sonic, Tania, Manic, and Sonia are separated at birth (for their safety) and don't meet up till the 'Classic' Era. So about 9, 10, or 11.

Sonic lives with his Uncle Chuck, who runs a Chilli dog truck that they travel from town to town. Never really staying in one place for multiple reasons.

Manic was SUPPOSED to live with a well-off family, but it was picked up by a thief who discovers he's not a package of valuables later but keeps him anyways because they like kids. This is how Manic ends up with Rouge as an Older sister.

Sonia is left at Acorn Castle and is Raised as Sally's childhood friend and Lady-in-Waiting. Honestly, they're raised more like sisters than Anything and Sonia's the only one who has an inkling she may be royal herself, with her photographic memory, and King Acorn mentioning Mobotropilis, glancing at her then deflecting. She also heard stories about how the Queen ran away with any heir to the thrown. Plus the adults are insistent she sit in on any of Sally's classes that have to do with ruling. (because as far as they know, Sonia's the only survivor of that royal family)

Tania is left at Vanilla and Cream's house (obviously before Cream is born). Taken in immediately as Vanilla's First daughter. Vanilla's family had relocated to the Acorn Kingdom from Mobotropilis (I may change its name in Super Sonic Sound) after the attack (as I Imagine Aleen didn't IMMDIOTLY separate her kids, she needed to make sure all the homes she planned on sending them to, were safe). Tania never really asks about her birth family because she's given so much love by Vanilla and later Cream.

This all comes to a head in the 'Classic' Era.

The Acorn Royal family is holding a huge festival/ball thing where any of the citizens can enter the Palace.

Tania obviously attends with Vanilla and Cream.

Sonia LIVES in the Palace so... Duh

Manic and Rouge decide its the perfect night for a heist on the palace.

While Sonic and his Uncle Chuck return to the town because it will be GREAT for business.

During the festivities, Sonic's running around delivering orders, when he runs (literally) into Tania, who claims to have seen two shady-looking individuals leave the main party. It's enough cause for concern that they talk to a Gaurd (a certain De'coolete or however you spell that name), Who dismisses them quickly, but Sonia overheard them. She tells Sally and Nichole she'll return shortly and escorts SOnic and Tania through the palace to where they keep the Kingdom's family jewels on display for plot reasons.

Manic hears them coming and rushes Rouge out, planning on taking the blame if he can't get out fast enough.

Obviously he can't so Rouge has to watch through the window as her adoptive brother is accused of trying to steal.

They don't get much time to argue about it because there's a large explosion from the ballroom.

Robots are attempting to capture everyone in sight, going for adults first. Sonic's quick to kick into action and start's smashing bots, while Tania begins to evacuate people out of the palace. Sonia orders Antoine to get Sally out of there while she creates a distraction, and he complies. Manic's a thief, not heartless, so he begins to aid the other's efforts where he can, taking out a bot or two here, and getting nearby civilians out.

Eggman (or whatever evil, but probably the Doc himself) shows up... Well he has a proxy of some sort he can be visible on and see through. because He recognizes Sonic's attack patterns as the thing thats been randomly smashing his bases and bots.

When he see's the four hedgehogs he's livid.

Straight up calling them 'Aleena's brats' and ordering their execution then and there to stop some prophecy. The attacks on the now disperse guests stop and the bots begin to focus on the hedgehogs. Sonic kind panics and grabs the other three, seeing the attacks focused on them.

He rushes them into Chuck's truck, and begins to speed off, shortly after realizing his Uncle has probably been captured (as he wouldn't have left the stove on or keys on the ground). He wants to go back to save him but right now it's live or death.

Tania navigates them to Vanilla's house, where the rabbit had already started packing, having been told by her husband if this were to happen to run into the forest.

Tania asks who 'Aleena' was and Vanilla is silent, but Sonia's not. Informing them of Mobotropilis and the unknown fate that befell the royal family.

Vanilla opens up. Her husband had belonged to the royal guard and shortly after the Queen's children were born there was a prophecy that a great tyrant would appear but those to which the throne truly belongs would stop it, freeing everyone caught in his grasp. She also admits while her husband never confirmed it before his death, she always had a feeling Tania wasn't just some orphaned girl left on her doorstep.

Vanilla also reveals that their instrument charms were some ancient royal relic, and she didn't know the specifics.

Sonia reveals she had been having suspicions for years, but this confirmed it, and seeing as Robotnik referred to ALL of them as Aleena's brats, the four were probably siblings.

Manic is quiet but asks if there's anything more to that prophecy. But Vanilla says she doesn't know.

Cream asks what are they gonna do next? Are they going to come with her and her mother into the forest or... Sonic admits he's going to take down Eggman no matter what, and the others are welcome to join him. Manic and Sonia say they need time to think, while Tania immediately joins.

She doesn't want Cream to have to run forever, so the sooner Eggman is handled the sooner her sister can have a stable home life.

Sonia meets Sally outside the palace where Sally reveals the castle has been taken over, so she's evacuating her people into the forest. Sonia explains the situation on her end and Nichole encourages Sonia to go, she's obviously needed with her siblings. Sonia gives her tearful goodbyes and promises to be in touch as much as possible.

Meanwhile Manic met up with Rouge, who had been trailing him. It's... a Hard chat about doing the right thing. Rouge understands Manic could get all the answers he's wanted about who his family is and was, but she could lose her brother, her partner in crime in the process. Manic jokes how the rewards for taking down someone like Robotnik could be nice, and he'll make sure Rouge has a fancy, high-paying title if it turns out he is some fancy prince.

Rouge doesn't want him to go, afraid he'll like his biological family better but lets him go regardless. He needed her to.

She decides to become a treasure hunter in the meantime, get their funds up just in case things went south.

Tania promises to come check on Cream and Vanilla when she can To write them.

The four load into the Chilidog truck and leave the city.

Sonic lets them know he's been fighting Eggman for a bit, and the truck has been a great cover, but he'll need to teach them the family business.

Within the first few towns, they find a rhyme. Tania's a great waitress, zooming around on her skates. Sonic is their speedy delivery man. Sonia is a great Cashier, friendly and cheerful. And Manik is killer in the kitchen.

Eventually Manic realizes the truck has a few hidden functions, discovering that it can convert from a kitchen to a living quarters, to a stage.

It's about this time that they try experimenting with their relics. Manic absentmindedly using them to air drum when a set of drums magically appears in front of him. Tania and Sonic both have picks, Sonic just tended to use his on an actual guitar. But After seeing what happened with Manic Tania tries to air bass. Sure enough a bass appears.

Sonia doesn't understand her's as much, since it's not like a pick, or drumsticks, hers just seems to be a keyboard pattern. Sonic asks if she knows Paino and Sonia's insulted he asks and shows him by showing him the position of her fingers for a song.

And like magic a keytaur appears. They realize that it's actually very easy to vibe together like this. Music becomes their bonding activity. Though they don't form a band JUST yet.

And that's all I got for these concepts. I'll probably go over more some other time. But this would be how the story starts. probably over the course of a few episodes if I were to animate it

#sonia the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #manic the hedgehog #tania the hedgehog #miles tails prower #Super Sonic Sound Au #sonic

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Colton Marrow (he/him). 107th Victor. Mentor. Thirty. Taylor Zakhar Perez.

What was their childhood like?

The Marrow Family was big, but poor. Colton is the youngest of five kids. All of them worked together in one of the slaughterhouses of ten, Colton’s job was at first to sort the different cuts of beef to make sure they were packaged under the right labels. As he got older though, his job soon became to cut those different cuts of meat. Colton hated it. He came to hate everything about working in the slaughterhouse, and he would fantasize about living life somewhere else, as a fisherman in District Four, or someone who built cars in Six. Anything to get away from the disgusting nature of the slaughterhouse. His family life, however, was fine beyond the fact they were always hungry and their house was far too small. Colton had to share his bed with his two older brothers, and his two sisters shared the bed on the other side of the room. It was too hot in the summer, and too cold in the winter. Their roof leaked when it rained, but they did everything they could to live past it and stuck together through it all.

How did they feel about the games before being reaped?

Before being reaped Colton didn’t think about the games, beyond the reaping day. He was never entirely against them, either though, in fact, he would sometimes lay awake at night and fantasize about winning, what he would do with the money, and how he would never have to worry about working in the slaughterhouse again. His parents always taught him, that hard work would pull them from their circumstances, and in the arena, it took hard work to win, and the winner? The winner got one of the best rewards for their hard work. When Colton’s name was called, he saw it as destiny finally telling him that it was time to pull himself up by his bootstraps, work hard in the arena, win, and get his family out of poverty.

What was their trajectory in the arena & how did they win their game?

The arena for the 107th Hunger Games was a splendid castle, like something out of a fairy tale. It took everything in Colton not to become awestruck by just how beautiful everything was. During his private training, he had wowed the game makers with a demonstration of just how easy it was for him to cut through several mannequins with a machete, having had so much practice in the slaughterhouse. He had earned a training score of 9, and then during his interview Colton had a natural charisma mixed with good looks that won over the Capitol. To a lot of people’s surprise, the boy from District Ten had turned out to be that year’s fan favorite beating out the Careers. It was because of that popularity the night after the interviews, they asked him to join the Career pack, replacing the District Four Boy, because he was not up to being Career material. Very few tributes perished during the Bloodbath, mainly because it was so easy to disappear in the vastness of the castle. However, true to its design of a fairytale castle, this arena was designed to show off the fairytale dreams of each tribute, in the hope of turning them into their nightmare.

First, they separated the tributes guiding them all into rooms that had been designed for their individual experience. Then they pumped very powerful hallucinogenics into the room, first it would play out whatever their fairytale dream was, before it eventually turned into their nightmare and that was when the mutts would go in for the kill. Careers and the other tributes who had been well off backfired, the tributes with weak wills also found this concept to be too much. The idea of living out some horrible existence was too much. The mutts associated with their nightmare, or the antithesis of their fairytale dream were able to overtake them. Or in their hallucinated state, they were killed by another tribute. Colton got two such kills before he wound up in his own drugged-up state. Colton’s hallucinations, however, are what pushed him to win. First, he had been greeted by the sight of his Victor’s Ball in the Great Hall of the Castle, getting comfortable in his throne the ball eventually turned into the slaughterhouse, voices chanting how he’d be there forever. Colton didn’t remember what happened until he rewatched the feeds. He just remembered seeing red and then being covered head to toe in red. Armed with only a machete, he had shown the mutts what he had gotten so good at back in District Ten. Though he kept shouting, “I am more than just this slaughterhouse.” as if they had any understanding of what that meant. After that, Colton was tired of the games, he was ready to be the Victor. Only two other tributes had remained by that point, and Colton wasted no time in tracking them down and killing them as well. Ending his games with four kills, and the Victor of the Fairytale Arena.

How were they affected by their experiences in the game?

Colton wasn’t affected by his games in a seriously negative way. He saw it that he won, fair and square. He didn’t do anything nobody else would have done to survive. Rather he saw the Games as the thing that saved his life. He and his family moved into Victor’s Village, they all had their bedrooms for the first time. They had enough food that no one went to bed hungry. No one had to go into that awful slaughterhouse anymore. In his Victory Tour, Colton talked about the greatness of the Capitol, he told the people about how his family had had nothing, and now they had everything because of the generosity of the Capitol. That opened the doors to his next endeavor, becoming an official spokesman for the Capitol and starring in countless propaganda films for them. In them, he often talks about his rags to riches story, how it was thanks to the Capitol, and that anyone can be a success in Panem thanks to the Capitol and the Hunger Games.

What are they like as a mentor?

Colton cares about every single one of his tributes, and he puts in his full effort for every single one of them. He always makes sure to visit with the family of each tribute he loses after a game. He’s never lost hope in getting more Victors only because he believes that everyone truly has a chance at winning. Each set of tribute is different, and he can’t judge the current based on the old. He lets his words in the arena shape his mentoring style, “You are more than the slaughterhouse, you are more than just another failure from Ten, you will win.” if he can inspire his tributes enough, he knows that they will be great in the arena.

What is their personality?

Despite being very supportive of the Capitol and of the games, Colton is not actually a heartless person. He just thinks people misjudge the games and the Capitol. Yes in some respects they can be harsh, but that harshness had kept a century of peace. It also allowed people who were so poor like Colton to claw out of poverty. He cares deeply about his tributes, his fellow Victors, District Ten, and also about animals. Having worked in the slaughterhouse, he can no longer stomach red meat. Colton tries to see the good in everyone, and he tries to befriend as many people as possible, even if he disagrees with them. The only way they’re going to make Panem better after all is through talking and reaching out to one another, not by fighting.

Three strengths and three weaknesses.

+ Charismatic + Genuine + Magnanimous - Conformist - Gullible - Pretentious

PENNED BY: DEVIN

#thg rpg #thg rp #hunger games rpg #hunger games rp #oc rpg #accepted #colton

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tutuandscoot · 1 year

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Things I love about VM: Post Skates

4. They always hold hands/cuddle as they make their way- essentially the whole way back to the boards and don’t make a big deal out their reaction to their skate as they leave, whether it was good or bad.

All these performances ranged from history making/career defining, to incredible, emotional, average (by their standards), disappointing, etc.. but every time, they hold hands- dance hold or proper or even the pinky hold™️- switching between all of these, cuddles, shoulder rubs, back pats, tushie taps, arm cuddles, kisses, squeezies etc.. and they are all 1000% real and genuine. On some level I just think they really don’t like be separated from each other.. they love being close and touchy feely.

Sometimes when teams separate/one lets go it’s to grab a gift that’s been thrown on the ice for them- but not even in this case did TS let go/move away from each other significantly to do this:

One time Scott caught it on the full while they were holding hands, and another time at COR in 2012 as they were just about at the boards he picked up a pair of pointe shoes that had been thrown for T (retrieving presents for her).

Also at nationals before the 2010 olys there were lots of things thrown (because they were at home), including lots of kinda soft red balls, so they both picked one up while holding hands (there are more examples from juniors but I’m talking essentially about seniors).

I understand teams doing this but also, and as is the point of this, it ruins the flow and dynamic between the two skaters and takes you out of whatever, even vague trance you as the audience were left in by the performance. That’s why there are gift retrievers, so the team competing doesn’t have to pick things up.

Yes, the two examples are brother sister teams.. a) sorry that’s just what I grabbed without scouring hundreds of competitions and b) it doesn’t matter.. same rules apply- you are an ice dancing pair - that is the only relationship that matters in these competition scenarios.

The main thing I particularly dislike though, is teams just not holding hands or at the very least skating close to each other as they leave the ice. You should remain a team, maintain a connection till.. really you are out of sight of the audience- so even in the K+C, but at the very least for the whole time they are on the ice. When they separate it doesn’t look like they are a team, it looks like there is something between them causing them not to stay together as they leave, it looks kinda.. lazy, but also unsupportive of each other, and I personally like that there is an element of strictness and rules in this sport- and part of that should be (even if it’s an unwritten rule) maintaining the belief for the viewers of a “partnership” between the two till you are out of sight. on some level it is all a performance- all part of the package (and in TS case it is completely real and genuine as well). Through this small gesture TS extend that impression we get from the moment they step on the ice before competing, throughout their program, and until the last moment we see them that they are a team/partnership/couple, whatever you want to call them, whether they are elated or disappointed, they remain a supportive, inseparable team till the very end. I’d like to say I also believe that teams/skaters should never let up that/if they had a bad performance. I was always taught you keep smiling/exuding confidence till the moment you are out of sight. I’m not gonna say TS always did that.. there were certainly times they let their disappointment show, I would like to believe exiting this way has no impact on the score, but you never know, therefore I think the best thing is to maintain confidence till the end. But I understand it, and I don’t blame them/any skater for it, however TS always maintained a sense of professionalism- they never made a huge deal out of it if it wasn’t their best skate. They didn’t blame each other, nor did they have some big breakdown/ take up time/ make a scene etc.. they always came back to each other and impressively kept their physically and emotions very minimal, and the other always kept whoever messed up/felt bad safe and calm as they made their way off the ice, therefore it was never some big dramatic moment that took you out of the performance you just witnessed.

#things I love: series #post skates

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years

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It's My Birthday!

And for my birthday, happy 26 to me, I'm going to post about some Come Over Here and Overwhelm Me AUs because I am looking to be self-indulgent.

Aviator Ronnie AU

She went into the Navy, followed in her father's and her brother's footsteps and became a fighter pilot

Because Maverick learned his lesson with Bradley, he didn't pull her papers when she went into the academy.

Does that mean she is technically ahead of Bradley career-wise? Yeah kinda. Does she lord that over him for all eternity? No...but also yeah she absolutely does.

Her callsign is Trouble, because she likes to take risks that get her in trouble with her superiors, but man is she talented and man does she get results.

Her and Bradley are pretty much a package deal. They work incredibly together as a team. Sometimes she's his backseater, but most of the time they work together as separate Daggers that just know each other's moves and instincts like the back of their own hands.

So does she start sleeping with Hangman the first time around because she KNOWS it will piss Bradley off? Yeah. But she falls in love with him unintentionally and hard.

They're called back to TOPGUN for a secret mission, obviously. They're Rooster and Trouble, the Dream Team as some circles call them.

She isn't mad at Maverick like Bradley is per say, but she is cold towards him. She's always felt like she has something to prove to him. Because she's a woman, because she's Goose's kid, because she's Rooster's little sister. And it's that way with pretty much the whole Navy. She has to fight to get noticed which is why she lashes out and does risky stuff.

So when she doesn't get picked for the Dagger Team she is how do you say...upset? I feel like her and Bradley's relationship is a lot like Kit and Dottie from A League of Their Own.

And who better to comfort her than the man who was also sidelined - Hangman.

In this universe, I don't think they would get back together until after the mission is over. But the whole time they're definitely flirting a lot and are dancing around things. Lingering touches, gazing at each other's lips, that sort of yearning and pining goodness. Does Bradley tell her to just go for it alright once they get back? Yeah.

Regency AU

Bradley and Veronica Bradshaw are of Bennet levels of wealth, able to keep a cook but if Veronica does not marry soon she will be left destitute and as a burden to her brother

Maverick is their wealthy uncle who is constantly trying to help them out money-wise, but Bradley is too proud to accept anything. He's trying to make it on his own, too stressed about finding a good husband for his sister to focus on his own marriage (which Maverick tells him should be his #1 priority)

The rest of the Dagger Team I would say are just like....colorful characters from town that are in attendance at balls and teas and such.

But news of a wealthy man moving to the grand house in the country comes to town, and Maverick is insistent on having Veronica meet the man so there may be a chance of them marrying. It would leave Veronica well off, and Bradley as well by association.

"Who's the man?"

"A Mr. Seresin."

"Oh, absolutely not!"

They were in the infantry together before they were both discharged after the war (whatever war that is don't come at me). Mr. Seresin was conceited and prideful, and just a right out ass to Bradley so of course this is not the man that he wants his sister to marry. No matter how wealthy he is. Bradley tells Veronica to stay away from this Mr. Seresin no matter what.

But somehow, Veronica and Mr. Seresin keep bumping into each other.

On her walk into town, at balls, at luncheons, at church, everywhere she goes he seems to be there.

And more and more, they are falling in love with each other. Because they're so similar, and he explains his former behavior to her, that he's a better, more mature man now than he was then and he wishes that he could apologize to her brother.

Maybe she organizes a hunting trip with Mr. Seresin, her brother, and uncle for some male bonding. Plus Mr. Seresin's land is great for hunting deer and other large game. Maverick gets hurt during the outing and Mr. Seresin literally carries him the entire way out of the forest and ensures that he be well taken care of in his house since it was on his land that the injury happened. This shows Bradley that Mr. Seresin has changed, so when Veronica comes to visit Maverick on his sick bed, Bradley concedes on them marrying.

Okay, those are the only two I'll do a breakdown of for now! If you wanna see other AUs in this style for these characters (medieval fantasy? vampire? werewolf? tattoo/flowershop? pirate? one of the soulmates?), please send them into my ask box today! I would love to get my creative juices flowing on this birthday of mine! I would love you forever and ever in return

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starrabbitmedia · 10 months

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In the human AU: Do the trio have family? Like I'm guessing Shura would still have her family situation, what would Mirages, Fairy's and Zavy's family look like?

Yes, Shura's still got her family situation going on, though in the human AU she and her brother would more likely be living in America than in Japan. Unfortunately, due to this taking place in the 70's and due to Americans being very wary of Russians at the time (and thinking the country was being invaded by Soviets), the two of them aren't treated very well. In fact, Dimitri's school friends would be the other racial outcasts in his school. This means he has considerably more anger to take out on Shura, and even more of a reason for her to want to get away from him.

Zachary (Zavy), Felicity (Fairy Floss), and Milton (Mirage) are all separated from their family members at this point.

Milton's parents dumped them on their grandmother due to simply not wanting to take care of them anymore. Like Shura, Milton is albino and has some medical problems because of it. They lived in the garage that was converted into a spare living space of their grandmother's house, and she passed away recently, leaving them the entire house. Despite the fact that the house is now entirely theirs, they still reside in their space that was built in the garage and are considering renting out other rooms in the house so that they don't have to work. They're the youngest of the group at only 19-21ish. I haven't decided on a specific age.

Zachary had a relatively big family. He's the oldest of 5 siblings and comes from a half white, half-Mexican set of parents. He has 3 younger sisters, and a younger brother whom he helped raise and take care of. He was actually in medical school to become a nurse when his (VERY CATHOLIC) mother caught him in bed with another man, and kicked him out of the house. She simply couldn't accept that her son was Bisexual and refused to let him back into the family unless he married a nice girl and stayed within the path of the lord.

He is currently 34 and lives in his van for the most part, but also couch-hops at friend's houses or in the beds of those he has one-night stands with. Unfortunately he had to give up his nursing dreams and now works as a bartender at a Disco Dance Club where he also occasionally dances.

Felicity came from a VERY well-off, old money, white rich family. She has a set of twin brothers that are 17 years younger than she is. Her mother had her EXACTLY at 18, and her brothers when she was 35 years old. The two of them were considered "miracle babies" because her Ma was told she was too old to have children anymore.

She was raised as a pageant baby and paraded around as their pretty little doll. Which she HATED. She much preferred spending time on her uncle's farm and going hunting with him. Truthfully, her uncle was more of a father to him than her own dad actually was. She appreciated the roof over her head and the food at her table, but she hated being trapped in the packaging her family expected her to be in.

At 24 she was expected to marry a nasty, older man that was friends with her father as part of a business agreement. She was considered "too old" for pageants anymore, and her father wanted her to "be useful" to the family. Instead, she ran away from the country-club party that night, crashed a golf-cart, and met Tiago (Taki), who was running his own Taco Truck business called: Tiago Tacos. (Which is Spanish wordplay that sounds like, "Te Hago Tacos" which translates to, "I make you tacos.") Tiago was 20 when they met.

Some wacky events ensued and the two struck a deal to marry each other so that Tiago could become legal (as he was there illegally), and she could escape her family. Their marriage of convenience blossomed into actual love, and to this day, Felicity insists that Tiago saved her life and she will love him endlessly for it.

She is currently 27, and Tiago is 23, and she left literally everything from her family behind to stay with him. The two of them live partially in the taco truck, and partially in motels as they save up all of their money that they earn together for a place they can finally call home. But she doesn't mind the life on the road. If anything, it feels more free and satisfying than her old life trapped in a gilded cage. She also uses her hunting skills to actually bring "free" meat into the taco truck so that they can save money on fillings for the tacos. She also wants to start up a garden whenever they finally plant themselves somewhere so that she can harvest a lot of the ingredients fresh the way her uncle did on his farm.

Needless to say, at one point or another, everyone winds up moving into Milton's home renting rooms.

#star palace #starpalace #starrabbitmedia #clownblr #clown #mirage #zavy #fairy floss

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amoirsetpacis · 3 months

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( x2 Seasonal Gifts from the other Vash to Vash! )

Left on the house's doorstep, separate from Wolfwood's presents, there are two boxes specifically addressed to "Old Geezer!". They're both on the smaller and lighter side. Affixed to the box that has the room to fit the message, there's a note that reads:

Vash! I don't know exactly what's in these, since it's impossible for me to even peek inside, somehow, but I hope my wishes count for what's inside. One gift's something you thought you'd lost before. The other is… A secret! ☺ But it's not a prank (probably??). If whatever's inside turns out to be awful, you can yell at me when you come to visit! Cya then!! ♥ Stamps

The box with the note contains a framed photo; one that is of Rem - with Knives and Vash as children, similar to the framed photo that his younger counterpart had tried to give him the year prior, but now all his own.

The other box is smaller. It contains a single pure-white Plant feather that, once touched, restores a memory from the world before. It's a brief but dense accumulation of Vash's sisters' feelings of hope and love they instilled in their red brother. As an undercurrent to the feelings, there are thoughts articulated enough to be coherent. Faintly, slightly out of sync and pitch, his younger counterpart's "voice" can be heard echoing the same words: What would he do, at a time like this? I wonder if he'll laugh, again; I wonder if he'll smile, again. Let there be love and peace in this world.

The urge to roll his eyes is on that's indulged in as Vash gets a glimpse of the cursive clearly addressing him. It's no less of a fond gesture, though, as he picks up the little packages and heads inside with them, depositing them on the coffee table once his boots and coat are off. They'd been spared the gentle snowfall outside, covered by the roof of the porch.

Reading the note makes dark eyebrows furrow; something he'd lost? If the younger Stampede didn't have any idea what lay inside the boxes, then Vash surely didn't have the vaguest of clues either. Before being brought to the island, it's not as though he'd been hauling around that many material possessions, and as far as he knew he hadn't lost anything here in a good long while either ( coat notwithstanding ).

The bow around the box with the note is pulled loose, falling away to the side and allowing for the top to be pulled open. Its contents being revealed makes Vash freeze, hand still hovering in the air with the top still between his fingers, eyes wide.

Its the photo. The photo. Except this time it's not the faces of three familiar strangers staring back at him, so similar and yet so different, but his face. His and Knives' and Rem's. Unlike his counterpart, he'd never been blessed with any of what remained of his mother, no matter how many ships he had poked and prodded through; he'd always assumed that it all must have burned up en route to impact, hadn't considered it something he'd lost in a long time. How can you 'lose' something that had never really been yours?

Pinned still as he is, he doesn't realize he's crying until one fat drop rolls down the tip of his nose and splatters against the glass. It's then that the spell is finally broken, and the fingers of his flesh hand gently pry the frame out of the box as though the whole thing were made of glass, as though if he were to handle it even an iota rougher it would shatter entirely. The last time he'd properly seen his mother's face had been ages ago, digging through whatever files he could find on barely-functioning databases.

There's no way that the younger Stampede could have known-- he'd said so himself that he wasn't entirely sure what had been inside the boxes. It must have been related to the stars' doing. And yet, his counterpart had been the one to set the entire thing into motion.

"That's..."

Wolfwood speaking next to him almost violently jerks Vash back into the present, making him jump just a bit, the room having faded away entirely.

"... Yeah," he croaks quietly, feeling an arm wrap around his side. It's welcome, helping to ground him back in reality.

It's a long time before Vash finally sets it aside, eyes slowly taking in every detail through watery lashes with a want he hadn't known he'd had, and even then it still sits gingerly in his lap where his legs are crossed over one another. After something like that there's a bit of hesitation to opening the second gift; clearly these things aren't meant as something to be taken lightly, and what feels like a strange sort of anxiety swirls in the pit of his stomach. It doesn't help that he still hasn't been able to stop crying.

So of course when the top of the second box finally is pried open, it gives him pause yet again, another swift punch to the gut. The question of 'where had they gotten this' flashes through his mind, swiftly replaced with the knowledge of everything that had come to be on this island that should have been an impossibility-- not he last of which being the object already in his lap and the warmth of the body next to his own.

With the same overly-gentle hand that he'd pulled the photo out with Vash finally reaches into the second box, though no sooner than the tips of his fingers make contact with the rachis of the feather does Vash get pulled entirely into the brief lapse of boundless thought; so many voices speaking as one, thoughts and emotions made manifest in a seemingly boundless network, one he so infrequently had access to.

It overwhelms the senses, and for that brief flash of time Vash can see nothing, feel nothing, entirely swept up in the wave of his sisters' presence by proxy. It's warm and welcoming and loving, the soft warmth of familiarity and understanding wholly impossible by nigh on any other soul that did not share the connections they were capable of. It's always so wildly different-- the connection between so many points of consciousness and the singular one between he and Knives.

The final stream of thought, out of tandem with the others, keeps him tethered in the stream for just that bit longer-- and although he an feel the same love in a slightly different flavour, it leaves a bittersweet tang of guilt in his chest.

He is no one to look up to.

When Vash finally finds himself in his own body again it takes a moment for his vision to clear and come back into focus. Fresh tear tracks have painted over those that had still yet to dry, and as he looks down into slightly shaky palms he can see a few of his own feathers sprouting out from his palm, the bend of his wrist. Though at first puffed and raised against the skin they slowly flatten and return from where they'd come from as his mind becomes his own. Though perhaps less lustrous than it had been a moment before, the feather still sits bright and white between the pads of his two fingers.

Finding his voice is more difficult. When he speaks, following the airy laugh he always uses when the world feels too much, it doesn't entirely feel like his own. "Aw, man," he jokes. "I'm gonna have to think of somethin' better, huh?"

#[ ic. ]#blankticket #guy replying to christmas stuff nearly a month late #long post /

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windypuddle · 1 year

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Ensemble Stars!! > Bungou Stray Dogs, Part 2

Friends and foes:

The Port Mafia.

(A continuation of my Enstars as BSD AU, see other parts below)

[Part 1] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

This one is a bit of a doozy lore-wise.

I already talked about Rinne in the Agency post, but here goes. The Amagis were victims of the Great War like everyone else, hence the usual oh here’s some orphans that have been abandoned by society. well! guess they have no choice but to join the mafia! oops! and that’s pretty much what happened. except Rinne is a smart guy and good at scheming and planning and Ibara was like oh shit this guy is useful (+ no longer human). so he ended up becoming an executive.

Hiiro just kind of was a package deal with Rinne, but he’s not as good at planning and all that, so they snapped up this kid with an ability (Rashomon) and taught him how to fight, except no one really needed to teach him. since Rinne’s ability is noncombative Hiiro believed it was his duty to protect his older brother and you probably know from bsd how survival behaviors can get unhealthy in the mafia

after Rinne leaves Hiiro is devastated and starts his journey to try to bring him back. once Tsukasa leaves too he kind of gets worse about it. he meets Aira during the Guild conflict and Aira is like. maybe not a good influence all the time but definitely a Normal Influence.

Tsukasa’s family is like. Not exactly in the mafia but they run one of the front corporations for the mafia. Tsukasa is having a rebellious phase/formative experience when he joins the actual mafia. this complicates internal politics, but not nearly as much as it does when he leaves. (his ability is Demon Snow; most of the abilities are pretty much the same unless otherwise noted.)

Jin was one of the underground doctors and then ditched to go to Real Medical School after leaking information to the government and getting a pardon.

ok deserters category (+ Hiiro) aside lets get into the real mafia

Nagisa is the boss because he inherited it from his adoptive father. Ibara is the one who knows practically every detail about how the mafia works and basically runs it. He does carry out Nagisa’s orders when Nagisa feels like making any.

i do what i want with my aus and that includes ELIMINATING ALL THE WEIRD STUFF. i hope youre happy readers. yes Hiyori is Elise in that he’s the manifestation of Nagisa’s ability. hes also a wholeass adult that grew up alongside Nagisa and they are best friends and also in love. Hiyori has agency in this weird ability-typical roundabout where Nagisa wanted him to be his own separate person So He Is. but also he’s badass and occasionally superhuman

Jun is just here. idk. if Karma had more of a backstory i might be able to elaborate more. he works mostly closely with Ibara but also acts as a bodyguard for Hiyori and Nagisa.

listen. i know akatsuki mafia is an interesting choice. but listen. Keito is opportunistic and willing to set aside his morals for greater ends and would fit in well. anyway he’s cool his ability is golden demon but possibly with occasional design choices that reference Vampire Shogun.

Kuro. yeah.. Kuro. he’s got for the tainted sorrow but without the human experimentation part. (can you tell i havent read stormbringer part 1) his sister has no clue he’s in the mafia and no one in the mafia knows he has a sister. Keito’s right-hand man.

Souma is so loyal to Keito for saving him from the Shinkai cult after the war and there is nothing questionable here at all! the mafia totally isn’t exploiting his intense devotion i don’t know what you’re talking about ^-^

(they definitely are. someone take this boy to therapy)

ryuseitai in the mafia is another interesting choice, I know. i think of them in this au kind of like the Sheep. yes Kanata is technically ex-mafia but it’s okay that was just his emo phase

Chiaki. oh, Chiaki, you poor, sweet, misguided boy with nowhere else to go, so you cling to the only place that gives you a sense of belonging. you had such ideals. (his ability is basically comet punch. idk what to tell you. he punches and its like a comet.) disregard any canon information about verlaine (can you tell i havent read stormbringer part 2)

Midori just wants to sleep but he’s got one of the more powerful abilities in the mafia (falling camellias) and his coworkers are stupid

Tetora doesn’t have an ability but he makes up for it with brute strength and various weaponry. everyone is terrified of him. Kaoru swears he saw Tetora in a dress once and mistook him for a girl and no one will believe him. (this would be easily solved because if anyone would bother to ask Tetora, he’d confirm the rumor and come out as genderfluid in the process, but everyone’s too intimidated to ask Tetora.)

Kaoru is just some guy (this is totally a front, just like being heterosexual is a front. more on that in part 5)

Shinobu has exploding ninja weapons. idk what else to tell you. they’ve got exploding ninja weapons, man.

Tori is cute (it’s a trap) (come on. who else would be Q)

HiMERU was not directly involved in the mafia, but while he was away on a “business trip”, Kaname got mixed up in some shit and ended up in the mafia (briefly) and died (for profit). If you look very, very deep in the records, well... you actually won’t find anything. But if you asked Rinne, he might remember a self-proclaimed “revolutionary” with a righteous complex that tried to single-handedly destroy the Mafia...

{Rinne was friends [as much as one can be friends in the mafia] with Jun (and Shinobu, callback to asobi club) and was kind of friends by proxy with Kaname for the short time that he was there. The seemingly meaningless death and sacrifice caused Rinne to leave the Mafia. And oh, was it interesting to show up at the Agency later on and see a vaguely familiar face...}

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little-mouse-gardens · 5 months

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🌸Rottmnt oc head-cannons🌸

Part 1 : Marcy

So I’m gonna be doing hcs for sunny, Marcy, Skye and Angie but I won’t be going in order. This will just be random hcs I have for them as well as their relationships with the turtles.

Right now Im gonna start off with Marcy!

- marcy likes to go thrift shopping for old clothes she can re-vamp, somehow comes home with like a box full of clothes and fabrics. Uses as inspiration for designing new clothes and items in her sketchbook.

- has a space in her room for Donatello to come hang out and relax if he needs a little bit of peace and quiet away from his brothers. Makes sure none of the gadgets he makes over in her room are messed with or damaged.

- her and Donatellos first date took place at an 80s themed pizza restaurant. They gave each other a gift, he made her a upgraded version of a switch and she made him a purple satin jacket with his genius tech trademark and his name on the back.

- one of her favorite snacks is strawberry pop-tarts and mini waffles

- her and Donnie like to learn from one another. They listen to each other info-dump about each others interests and hyper-fixations. The both of them do enjoy and love working together, she may or may not have her own workbench in his lab and a spot in the turtle tank.

- Marcy cannot stand the feeling of cotton balls against her skin. She claims it makes her want to curl up on herself, so she goes out of her way not to to come into too much contact with them.

- marcy and Donnie like to make care packages or get gifts for each other. She personally goes out of her way and buys him a new weighted blanket after he makes her an automatic paint brush cleaner since she told him her hands are cramping.

- Marcy’s theme song would be curses by the crane wives

- Marcy has a pair of glasses Donnie made for her when he confessed to her (he accidentally broke her og ones-he thought the new ones she got were much more durable)

- always has some form of paint splatter or art related mark on her skin even if it seems small

- organizes her art supplies and sewing supplies by color and type.

- has two closets in her room to hold the clothes and items she makes and revamps

- Can’t stand when her pillow is warm. Like it physically makes her angry

- mostly has random art travel supplies and every day items in her messenger bag that she Carrie’s around. (Also an extra pair of glasses just in case they get broken)

- Seasonal allergies are her worst enemy

- good at Digital and traditional art. Loves making stuff into charms, buttons ect. Made matching genius built charms for Donnie and herself

- Enjoys the sights and sounds of thunderstorms until the wind picks up (loud wind? Not the biggest fan)

- takes incredible care of her guppies and goldfish. The koi fish she got has a separate tank from the guppies. Likes to ad natural occurring plants into the tanks and tries to make a self sustaining healthy environment for her fishes.

- Marcy wasn’t diagnosed with autism until she was in elementary school when the girls mother Adrianna, a nurse, was finally able to get a doctor to listen. Is super grateful that her moms understanding and fierce nature, plus she was the first person to teach her how to draw.

- farming and fantasy rpgs are her favorite games

Some hcs for Donnie and Marcy

- Donatello enjoys holding hands with Marcy. Giving them a gentle squeeze. Enjoying the feeling of her hand laced in his. The warmth and softness of them. A silent but affectionate gesture they share with each other.

- Donnie thought she’d be bored by all the rambling about his tech and how it works, but was surprised to see she was actively listening. She remembered a few parts he needed and actually brought them by the next time she and her sisters came over to the lair.

- his favorite thing about Marcy, other than her personality, is the way she smiles. Something about the way the corners of her eyes crinkle and the lopsided sweet smile she can have makes his emotionally unavailable bad boy heart flutter

- always fixing each others goggles and glasses. Both absentmindedly and intentionally. Donnie always keeps a spare on him for just in case hers breaks and she always makes sure to clean his goggles off for him.

- team up against the purple dragons all.the.time, their second date literally was going great and the purple dragons almost ruined it and had to be dealt with

- after several trusting moments, Donnie does allow Marcy to examine his soft shell. She is super careful and constantly asks him if he’s okay or not. Compliments his shell and his mutation, which may or may not have caused him to happy churr and have tail waggles at the same time

- physical contact gets built up over time, but there is no doubt that the both of them are cuddle bugs with each other after they take it slowly. Especially during winter and fall.

- both of them Defiantly pick up on each other when one or the other are having a sensory overload or uncomfortable in a situation. Marcy won’t hesitate to gently pull Donnie to the side somewhere quiet and lend him her noise canceling headphones. Gives him a comfort snack or drink and just tries to be there for him if he needs her.

- the same with Donnie. Keeps a literal notes of what she likes, dislikes ect. What textures, tastes, sights and sounds she is uncomfortable and makes sure to help her avoid them as much as possible.

- hating slimy textures or residue solidarity 🤝

- donnie keeps a bunch of notes and information about Marcy’s likes and dislikes alphabetically

- Marcy is honestly Not afraid to call donnie out for being in the wrong. Even if it’s small. For example in the mystic library, she pointed out the fact that he should have just written the location down. Stating that despite his genius mind, he’s got a bad habit of being a bit too overconfident

- Definitely dance with one another to 80s music. They Work on getting better at dancing all the time.

#rottmnt oc #oc : marcy #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #oc x canon #oc headcanons #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #writing #rottmnt

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