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🇧🇷 anon requested: Can I request some Black Pearl Cookie's Faded Radiance discord layouts and reply icons?

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Actually I'm gonna need a little insanity thread for all the rancher things I love as I watch their POV for the first time. I'll publicize this when I'm done with ep5

TLDR: Heavens, it is a long list. I cannot tldr this

Them running around in circles, completely lost after their first deaths whilst also not expressing even the slightest bit of anger (esp Jimmy because you know)

Them expecting the other to know how to build but neither of them can

Tango building a box of a house and Jimmy being absolutely smitten by it continuously

Tango praising Jimmy with full genuinity for bringing back... a bucket of water

Them cradling one little chicken like its their offspring before they can get more

Jimmy standing behind the door, calling for Tango in order to surprise him with cows.... god help my heart

Tango declaring them as team ranchers to immediately admit he might not be a very good rancher. This is good and cute because I love to see them struggle yet have unbridled support towards each other

Jimmy being cornered by Joel and Etho so Tango leaves to save him (or so he says at least!)

Jimmy ushering Tango into their house as Tango yells for help due to his hunger and being chased by mobs, and then Jimmy giving him two melon slices because that's all he has (They are so pathetically poor which only accentuates the wholesome and cute factor)

Jimmy accidentally picking up Tango's baked potato and then handing it back to him so they can eat together while Tango basically foams out the mouth because he's so hungry

"Welcome home honey"

Them celebrating being able to feed themselves to any degree

Tango all "I built that wall, it's ugly, continuing the trend" only for Jimmy to immediately proclaim that he likes it

Jimmy catching on that Tango can be a great builder actually and confronting him about it like he's just been cheated on

Tango blocking their entrance to prevent more cows from leaving for Jimmy to then admit that he was the one that broke the door, oops

Tango watching Jimmy escort two goats from a distance "he's doing great"

Them in total confusion wasting way too much time trying to figure out how to get goat horns as they're huddled in their house with said goats strolling around (and them continuing to get butted casually as they go about their normal activities) before eventually choosing to waste much more time by trying to do the same thing outside

Unrelated but Pearl of all people being the first person to come to them with genuine help rather than to fuck with them like everyone else

In the face of all their struggles, the thing that seems to bring the absolute most joy to Tango and Jimmy by this point is obtaining a silly little goat horn

The fact that they both got the exact same goat horn!!!

"I need stuff for tools, and I need stuff for Jimmy"

Tango defending their base's looks despite proclaiming to be a bad builder, because god, I want him to be doing that just because of how much Jimmy praised it

Nobody replying to their goat horns, but THEM replying to each other!! (They also toot at each other later when frantically looking for each other agh!!)

This time Tango interrogating Jimmy as if he's been cheated on because Jimmy went into the deep dark without his approval

"The R survived"

"Tango snap out of it; Tango's having a moment" *Tango yelling and groaning and grunting and laughing continuously*

"Tango, Tango, let's think about this. Let's think about this!" "Hold me back" "Tango, listen to the horn" Jimmy calming his deranged husband aw

Tango burying his head in a corner refusing to look at his beautiful ranch in complete ruin even as Jimmy coaxes him

Jimmy and Tango kind of begrudgingly accepting Scar trying to be nice but Jimmy still valiantly defending the foot tower before it burned to the ground

Their son/daughter :( (Tango refers to the Warden as a she one episode and a he in another. Their child was an icon...)

Tango expressing that he's proud of Jimmy for having stayed alive so long and Jimmy replying "It's all down to to you. Hey, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you"

Maybe Jimmy really didn't have a water bucket on him but it was so funny of him to casually turn to Tango whilst on fire and go "can you put me out?"

Jimmy being comically kidnapped??? (Actually being put into gay baby jail instead) And asking Tango to help save him

"You're still here? It's over. Go home. Go." (insert a bunch of crying emojis)

Other stuff: I think by virtue of Jimmy being a real tall guy, his character is usually depicted as taller than Tango's if not significantly so. As such... Tango calling Jimmy "little man" tickles me greatly and sounds like a very fond pet name

Briefly brought it up earlier but goddd. I will absolutely hc that Tango only became proud and defendant of his work because of how much Jimmy liked what he built. And Jimmy always being there and calming Tango in his crazed outbursts <3 Tango is such a goddamn creature isn't he

And the uhh... Tango dying quickest out of anyone because of a creeper, to then express that he was proud of Jimmy for doing well even though he got them killed the first time around, and then Jimmy unceremoniously dying to an Enderman to end their series for good... As funny and poetic as it is, god, the canary curse fuckin hurts!! And yet there were hardly times that Tango showed disdain towards Jimmy, and then never genuinely. He knew their series could end quick with Jimmy as his soulmate and even when their positivity faltered, their support towards one another never did

For having read all this (or maybe just glancing and scrolling)... some unfinished rancher doodles just for you that I made while watching their POV

:)

some loser or group of losers (also known as a convention, collectively) are sending anon messages trying to insult or stir up drama in the hetalia fandom.

I implore you to delete rather than reply.

Even if its to dunk, dont. Just delete anything suspicious and live your life and draw your silly pictures/write your silly fics. This fandom and its source material do not have any room for puritanical pearl clutching or interpersonal drama, we all have hetalia icons.

Hello! I got a motif request we’re open and I’ve never clicked anything so fast ahah.

But gn! Or male S/O trying to get David comfortable with more feminine clothes/ accessories? Love ur stuff honorary sister<3

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Webs!!! Hey friend! I would love to write this for you! Love your stuff too honorary brother🫶 I hope you like this!

Typically if you give me a choice I’ll default to GN reader, but this time I’m going to write a male reader fic, because I only have one on my Masterlist and I would love to contribute more to the male reader demographic:)

Big thanks to @dwaynesbiboyfriend & @crustyraccoon for pre-reading this for me and sending me some words of encouragement🫶🫶

David x Male Reader

Warnings: some angst but happy ending, mention of abuse, mention of toxic masculinity, some small mindedness

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You heard a soft knocking at your window, prompting you to check your watch. It flashed 8:10pm, you were late. Meaning that knock could only have been from one person…well, almost person.

You smiled, rolling your eyes with affection as you walked over to the window, lifted it up, and poked your head out, “can I help you?” You asked.

Your smirking vampire boyfriend hovered off the ground to be eye level with your second story window. “Can I come in?” He asked patronizingly

You let out a little laugh scoff, “hmmm I don’t know,” you pretended to ponder, “I’ve heard you shouldn’t invite vampires into your home, gives them complete power over you or something.” You teased.

David’s smirk deepened, “that’s a myth baby,” he told you, “it’s my quick wit and devilishly good looks that give me complete power over you,” he told you winking.

You smiled and pecked his lips, “mhmm, guess your right, come on in,” you invited, moving back from the window so he could get through.

“I’m almost ready, just give me one more second” you told him.

“No worries baby,” he replied, “I can wait as long as you need.” He said while moving to sit on your bed while you finished getting ready.

You smiled and turned back to your floor length mirror. You looked at the outfit you were wearing, a blue t shirt you’d pulled on over a white sleeve top, paired with black pants and combat boots.

The look wasn’t doing it for you tonight, something felt off, you cringed as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

It wasn’t that the outfit itself was bad, it just wasn’t… you. You switched your pants out for one of your long black and blue plaid skirts. You smiled as you clipped chunky blue lightning earrings into your ears, and a pearl necklace around your neck. Perfect, the look was complete.

The locals of Santa Carla were familiar with you and your creative style. People gushed over your outfits and showered you with compliments for your self expression through your clothes. You were like the male Claudia Kishi of Santa Carla.

You still got a side eye or two from the occasional old lady, but you knew it was only because they knew they’d never be able to rock a skirt half as well as you could.

David watched you as you admired the look in the mirror. You turned to tell him you were ready to go, but caught his eyes trained on your skirt. You furrowed your brow with confusion.

“What is it?” You asked, “you don’t like the skirt?”

David snapped out of his trance at your words.

“No,” he said immediately, “that’s not it at all. I just…” he trailed off.

“Yeah?” You encouraged him to keep going.

He sighed, “well I wish I could wear something like that too.”

Your face softened at his words. You walked over to place a hand on his cheek and rub it gently, causing him to lean into your touch, “what’s stopping you?” You asked softly.

David grimaced as he thought back to his time as a human, an experience that now seemed many lifetimes ago.

“My dad,” David started, “when I was eight years old, my father caught me trying on my mother’s pearls.”

David grimaced, “as soon as he saw me like that, he tore the pearls off my neck and he slapped me across the face.” David rubbed his cheek at the memory.

He laughed humorlessly, “I still remember his words that night, ‘No son of mine is gonna dress like some…” he cut himself off, head in his hands.

You slid in next to him on your bed and wrapped an arm around him, waiting in silence for as long as he needed.

“You can imagine what he said I’m sure,” David mumbled.

You sighed, “unfortunately I can,” you told him, “and I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” David replied.

“No. It isn’t.” You stated, “your father was a hateful bigot who was too small-minded to let his son be happy.”

David pulled his head out of his hands to meet your gaze, “if you’d prefer not to wear feminine clothes that’s fine, but no one has the power to stop you from wearing what you want to wear, and being who you are. No one.” You told him.

David listened intently as you spoke, “I’m not going to pretend that I don’t get the rude comment every now and again, because I do. But I’m not going to let these small-minded assholes, with one foot in the grave, tell me what I can and can’t do.” David’s brow furrowed, and he began to nod as you continued.

“And I know I look damn good, and so would you.” You said matter-o-factly as you stared into his bright blue eyes. “Your father’s not here anymore,” you whispered as you took his hand and threaded your fingers with his, “but I am, and I want you to be happy, I love you and I’ll support you no matter what.”

Tears rolled down David’s cheeks as he smiled at you, “thank you,” he said seriously.

You returned his soft smile with one of your own, “of course,” you told him.

You reached both hands behind your neck and unclasped your pearl necklace. You took it in your hands before holding it out to David, “it’s yours if you want it,” you offered.

David stared down at the necklace, thinking it would go perfectly with his all black look. He took it from your hands as he pushed away any bad memories that still plagued him. He reached behind his own neck and secured the clasp into place.

He stood from your bed to take in his new look in the mirror. You came up behind him, resting your hands on his shoulder and smiling.

“You look amazing”, you told him.

His lips lifted up into a half smile, “I feel amazing,” he said as he placed his hand of yours on his shoulder, and turned to place a soft kiss on your lips.

There wasn’t a better dressed pair in Santa Carla.

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Romance Will Reign Supreme | Austin Butler x Reader

Request from Anonymous: wondering if you could please write Austin Butler and his non-famous girlfriend shyreader are hanging around at the amusement park. Austin is so deeply in love with her & the two of them are just being an adorable couple and everyone is shipping them so hard, just hardcore fluff. Thx and I love your fics btw

a/n: posting this early as a HUUUGE thank you to y’all for 400 followers!! I honestly can’t believe it y’all are so sweet 🥺 to the dear nonnie who requested this: i hope it’s okay I made the reader gender neutral here! As a genderfluid person myself (though I lean more fem most days), I’m working on writing more gender neutral inclusive language in my fics! (in case you were wondering, the title is from a Tangled song! who knows which one it is 👀)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: a couple swear words, inaccuracies about California & Disneyland, Austin being adorable, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Thank you so much to my bestie @austin-butlers-gf for helping me with this!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

“Babe, you ready to go?” Austin calls from the hall.

“Yeah!” You reply, grabbing your bag from where it sits on your bedside table. You step out into the hall, double-checking you have everything first— phone, sunscreen, wallet— before turning to your boyfriend, asking for about the twentieth time that day, “And you’re sure it’s okay I’m coming with you? I know you said it was a cast meetup, I don’t want to intrude on anything—“

“Y/N,” Austin places his hands on your shoulders, the sincere look in his eyes cutting off your nervous rambling, “I want you to be there. Besides, everyone loves you. They all practically begged me to bring you along.”

You nod, reassured for the moment. “Right, yeah. Thank you.” You give him a small smile, feeling a little bad that your anxiety keeps getting in the way of what’s supposed to be a fun day.

“Always, sweetheart.” Austin replies, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling you along to the car waiting for you.

Dating a famous actor, especially as the painfully shy, decidedly not-famous person you were, wasn’t always the easiest thing. But Austin did his best to keep you out of the public eye, and the castmates and colleagues he introduced you to were always the sweetest people. Like, for example, Baz, Dacre, Luke, and Olivia, whom you were going to meet up with at Disneyland today for a celebratory “the press run is over!” hangout.

“Y/N!” Olivia squeals as you head over to meet everyone near the entrance inside the park. She rushes over to hug you, Luke and Dacre not far behind her.

“‘Wow, Austin, it’s great to see you, how are you?’ Oh I’m great, thanks for asking, guys,” your boyfriend complains jokingly as his colleagues shower you with attention.

Olivia turns to him with a playful smile, “Oh hush, I was stuck with you for two years, I hardly ever get to see them!” She punctuates her sentence with a final squeeze around your midsection, releasing you to rejoin Baz and his wife, Catherine. The two of them greet you, mischievous grins on their faces, and you soon realize why as they pass out Elvis-themed mouse ears. The pink and black ears are bedazzled and covered in pearls, with a giant gold “EP” on one ear and the iconic “TCB” lightning logo on the other.

The group gushes over them as they put them on, Austin taking the liberty of putting yours on as if he were placing a crown on your head.

“You look adorable, sweetheart,” he says with a smile, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. An “awwwwe” goes up from the group as they watch the interaction, and a heat entirely unrelated to the California sun floods your face. You’re quick to focus your attention on your shoes until the focus turns to the day’s activities, Austin pulling you close as Baz goes over the plan: find rides to go on together before the lines get too long, find food, walk around to take some pictures with characters, and there might be time for people to go off and do their own separate things before meeting back up to say goodbye at the end of the day.

You enjoy the slower paced rides: the teacups, It's A Small World, all the usual ones, but you start lagging behind a bit as the group heads towards a… very large rollercoaster. Apart from Olivia, who shoots you a slightly concerned look that you wave off with a small smile, most of the group doesn’t notice, too engrossed in the conversation they’re having. Austin, however, isn’t so easily convinced. He hangs behind to walk by your side, intertwining your fingers and saying softly, “I know you don’t really like these kinds of rides. If you want we can just hang out and go get some food or something while they go…”

You hesitate, glancing over at the rest of the group chatting excitedly. “I… I don’t want you to miss out on all this stuff just because of me—“

“If I get to spend more time with you, I’m not missing out on anything, I promise, sweetheart.” Austin assures you with a sweet smile. “Hey guys!” He calls to the group ahead of you two, “I’m kinda hungry, I’m stealing Y/N to go get some food with me. We’ll meet you guys after, okay?”

Warmth floods your chest as he draws all of the attention to him, the group waving him off with a “have fun you two!”

You squeeze his hand in thanks as the two of you turn to walk away, and he squeezes back, looking at you with a soft smile. The line at the ice cream stand he drags you over to is short enough that you’re able to enjoy the Mickey-shaped treat before it’s time to meet up with the others again.

You meet the others at the exit to the ride, Olivia yelling something about how Luke was “absolutely terrified the entire time!” — with Luke vehemently denying it — as you make your way to Café Orleans for “some real food,” as Baz had put it.

Austin is practically glued to your side throughout the meal and even afterwards as you’re making your way through the park to take pictures with characters. It’s sweet, but eventually you have to extricate yourself from him to rehydrate, going off in search of refreshments.

He sighs, slouching at a table as he awaits your return. Olivia slides into a chair near him with a smirk.

“They just went to get a drink, they’ll be back in a minute, Aus.”

Austin blushes, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, “I know, I just…” he trails off, unable to explain exactly how he’s feeling; he hasn’t felt this attached to someone in a while, but after getting to spend so much time with you since the press run ended, it’s hard for him to pull himself away.

Olivia gives him a soft, teasing smile. “Don’t worry, Aus, it’s cute how much you care about them. The two of you are honestly adorable.”

“Yeah, I…I really love them,” he says finally.

Whatever Olivia says in reply is just a buzz in Austin’s ears as he sees you rejoin the group with an armful of water bottles. You feel heat flood your face as Austin comes over to help you pass them out to everyone, telling him quietly, “You guys didn’t have to wait here for me, I would’ve caught up eventually.”

“Well where’s the fun in seeing Rapunzel without you?” he replies with a smile, pulling you along with the group towards where Rapunzel is indeed waiting, a line of adults and kids alike waiting for a picture.

After a fairly long day of rides, pictures (both with characters and group photos for social media), and plenty of money spent at gift shops, you all finally make your way to the exit, smiling faces tanned from the California sun. You say your goodbyes and lean against Austin as you slide into the car, the long day of socializing finally taking its toll. Austin wraps an arm around you comfortingly, taking note of your exhaustion.

“I know it was a long day, but I really can’t thank you enough for coming along, sweetheart.”

“It was fun,” you reassure him, “I think I just need to curl up on the couch and not talk to anyone for a week after today,” you joke, laughing softly as you turn and tuck your face into the crook of his neck, making yourself comfortable for the drive home.

“Even me?” he says, and you can hear in his voice that he’s doing that silly mock pout that he’s criminally good at.

“Never you, honey, you know you don’t count.” You smile. He knows that when you complain about not wanting to have any kind of social interaction, it’s him and maybe a couple of your close friends that remain the rare exceptions.

“I’ve got your favorite ice cream in the freezer, and we can just sit on the couch and read or something in silence when we get home,” he suggests, and you can practically feel your heart melt because he knows you so damn well.

“That sounds perfect,” is the last thing that slips out of your mouth before you’re asleep on his shoulder, Austin’s eyes on you like you’re the only thing on the planet that matters.

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Casting Pearls Before Time - Ch 2

A bit of a shorter chapter this time but its for worldbuilding purposes I prommy

Six months after suddenly reappearing, Ingo encounters someone he thinks he remembers. Only problem is, he can't remember anything before he returned to Unova, so it's hard to say

Words: ~1300

“So, who did you say she was again?” Elesa walked alongside the twins as they made their march back to their apartment, telling their adoptive sister everything that had happened the night prior. As soon as she had gotten off work, the twins had gone to collect her and bring her over. Pearl had opted not to leave, not just yet. Figuring there was nowhere for her to go, they had shrugged and Emmet had left some joltik in charge.

“She cannot remember her name, so we have taken to calling her Pearl. She does not speak Galarian either, however, I seem to be able to understand the language she speaks. It was the one I spoke upon my arrival here. I recall her dimly from my last terminal, but nothing else has come to mind yet.” Ingo opened the door to their apartment complex and they climbed up the stairs. 

“What language is it?” Elesa sipped on her iced coffee. How she was drinking that as the weather cooled, Emmet had no idea.

“We are unsure,” Emmet said. Elesa stopped for a moment, watching in silence as the younger twin unlocked the door. 

“You haven’t checked?” 

Both silver heads turned to her, even as Emmet turned the knob. “No?” Ingo asked. “How are we meant to? Neither of us is well-acquainted with all languages-”

“Oh my dragons, you two. Emmet, you’ve had the internet for years.” She sighed and crossed the threshold before the other two. “Leave it to me. Where is this guest of yours?” 

Ingo called out first, in that foreign language again. A soft voice came in reply. The bathroom door swung open and there stood Pearl, still wearing the same thing she’d had on last night when they’d found her. She cocked her head at Elesa and smiled, waving shyly. “Oh she’s a cutie,” Elesa gushed. “Like a little baby Happiny. How old is she? She looks so young, she’s adorable.”

“I will tell Skyla about this. She’d be so jealous,” Emmet teased. 

Elesa stuck her tongue out at him. “Not in that way, nerd. Besides, I never get attached like that before confirming their age is close to mine. Does she know who I am in regards to you two?” 

Ingo began to speak to Pearl in rapid-fire sentences, gesturing to Elesa. She nodded and made some noise of understanding. “She does now. I have informed her that you are our sister.”

“Basically, yeah.” She pulled up an app on her phone. Emmet peeked over her shoulder. 

“What’s that?” he asked her. 

“Here.” She tapped the button in the middle. She looked up at the girl and smiled, opening and closing her hand a few times to imitate a mouth and then pointing to the phone. She held the device out to the girl, who looked at it like it might explode. 

She spoke into it, a quick phrase that sounded like a question. The app loaded for a second, before it spit out words in an understandable language to Emmet. 

“[WHAT IS DEVICE?]” the phone blared in a vaguely feminine voice. 

Elesa read the screen. Her eyes narrowed. “It seems she’s speaking some form of Sinnohan, though the app is having trouble being able to tell which one. It might need to be updated.”

“Can you ask her? Maybe she could tell you.” Emmet asked enthusiastically. 

“If she can’t remember her name, how is she supposed to remember what form of Sinnohan she’s speaking?” Ingo pointed out. 

Emmet shrugged. “Never know until you try. Maybe just ask where she’s from? Or how old is she?”  Elesa tapped on the microphone icon and spoke into the phone, asking the question in Galarian. 

The phone responded in Sinnohan. Pearl looked at the device funny as she answered slowly. 

[I KNOW DO NOT. I HAVE NINETEEN YEAR OLD.]

“It seems to be having trouble with her dialect,” Ingo said. “I can understand what she’s saying perfectly, her version is the one I understand better.”

“Then you must be from wherever she’s from. Hmm…” Elesa fiddled with her phone before shutting it off. “It seems like that isn’t working well…” She paced around, mulling it over in her head. Emmet could practically see the gears turning in her brain. 

“Is there anything else we can try?” Ingo asked. “I could translate for now. I feel that the device is rather undignified and it dumbs down her method of speech. And it cannot have a proper conversation.” He swiped at his own Xtrans. “And it appears to be getting to about lunchtime. Perhaps we can postpone this discussion for now.”

It was not hard to convince the others as they began to come up with ideas for food. 

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Pearl looked up at the buildings around her with the same wonder as Ingo had when he’d first reappeared in Nimbasa - as though she’d never seen them before. Tall skyscrapers and apartment complexes rising from each street corner, extending into the sky like multicolored fingers gripping for the clouds. There were a few times they had to call out to her to keep up with them. 

And the pokemon. Everytime she looked away from the buildings long enough, she was shocked by the pokemon. Emmet did not need to talk to her to recognize that she was simultaneously fascinated and frightened by the creatures. Whether a Lillipup or a Zweilous, she gave all pokemon a wide berth and did her best to tag close to the group. 

“So now that we’ve eaten something, what’s the plan?” Elesa shut the door behind them and took off her scarf, hanging it on a hook. Emmet and Ingo hung their hats on their respective hooks and shrugged. 

“No idea,” Emmet said. Ingo didn’t offer anything, either. 

“Well, I’ve been thinking,” Elesa started as she sat down on the couch, “I don’t know of any linguists nearby, but I do know someone from Sinnoh. Clay’s family immigrated to Unova from there and he knows some family stuff and speaks some of the language. I can see if maybe he’d know something about her or the Sinnoh language. In the meantime, she can stay here and maybe learn some Galarian. Or we can learn some of that other language. I’d just like to be able to talk to Pearl.” 

The mentioned girl was currently sitting at the table, staring out the window. Elesa had lent her some clothes, as with autumn coming, her normal clothes would not be warm enough. Funny enough, when Ingo had asked Pearl if she’d like something warmer, she’d said she was already balming as it was, but had still taken the clothes so that she could fit in a little better with the crowd. 

"That seems as good a place to start as any," Ingo mused. "I wonder, however… I was found in Sinnoh. Pearl speaks some form of Sinnohan. But I distinctly remember being in Hisui…" He rubbed his chin. "Seeing her, I can almost remember other things, they are just barely out of reach. I remember… a pokemon, with purple fur, that stood like a human. Long claws. And I remember white. Lots of white…" 

"Do not strain yourself," Emmet tutted. "You will give yourself a migraine." 

"Yes, yes…" Ingo seemed a thousand miles away. 

"I can get an audience with Clay tomorrow," Elesa said. "In the meantime, I'd say let's try to learn some words of Pearl's language. Ingo can teach us." 

"Would it not make sense for her to learn Galarian?"

"Yeah," Elesa admitted, "but it feels… wrong to force that on her, you know? She's already lost and alone. Why take the last thing she has from her?" Emmet sensed there was something else to it. He glanced at Ingo, still lost in thought. He gestured to his brother and raised an eyebrow. Elesa nodded, not meeting his eyes. 

Emmet nodded. That made sense.

[First] - [Next]

I LOVE your Pearl designs!!!!! Any headcannons for the characters of double life??

OMG THANK YOU🌸

And yes I have plenty!!!

Sorry for long delay in replies - I wanted to make a big and cool post with all of my headcanons but I procrastinated it for almost half a year💀💀

several parts it is!!

So anyway let's start with something light and what I've already put into graphic explanations(?)

I feel like I have to mention that in my case I have different parts of their clothes/bodies represent their Life at the moment. For some people it's color of their eyes, for others - hair, or some markings on skin, or some, uh, modifications(crystals, color of feathers, plants)? Idk it's minecraft skins I work with what I can

First one is our beloved dead but pretty(tm) lifeseries!Cleo

First it's a frame from my "It took me by surprise" animatic and here you could see some of my headcanons. The most obv one is vines-herbs-grass-flowers growing out of her hair. For different Life goes different type of flora. Also patches of different skins(?).

Rough reference piece from several months ago. Don't @ me I'm more comfortable at digital art

For clothing I don't think I have something unique??? But it's self-explanatory anyway

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Next one is Grian

Let me be clear I don't really care for his POV of Double Life but I DID watch his POV of Limited Life so yeah

I don't think I have ever drawn him before this messege so it was my first attempt and it kinda stick with me

SO SORRY for the quality of the photo

"She's a little bit different but we still love her"

As you could see I went kinda overhead with his design. I'm sorry that The iconic Red Sweater had to go😔😔😔

He is an Avian in my headcanons but I wanted to give him something more than just wings as I see in different headcanons of different talanted artists. Claws for feet it is! Also little ear-wings just looks nice imo

When dealing with bird-like legs (or any other hybrid legs) you have to think of a good piece of clothing that would be appropriate, comfortable and that it should look nice. Idk if I managed to achieve it (tbf it's a sketch ref) but overall it looks well-put, it's easy to draw and I think it should be comfy. At least I hope so!

For his Life indicator I've chosen colors of his, uh, under-feathers?? I'm sorry I don't have the correct anatomical name for them and words in general are not my tea but I hope you all can see what I'm talking about

That design was in mind for Life Series only and I used it for post-Ep1 of Limited Life animatic but he decided to change his skin in Limited Life Ep2 and I just cope with it bc for the love of me I couldn't figure how leather jacket could work with all that

You can see clothes a little bit more here

Glasses felt like a fun accessory at the moment but in the actual animatic it gave really cool 'Anime villain' effect

So yeah. That's pretty much it for them two

There will be several parts about my other headcanons and let me know who would you like to hear about next!!

thin white duke x reader - love is such a fickle thing

The stage was pulsating with energy, the air electric with anticipation as the crowd roared in excitement. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, heart pounding in rhythm with the music that throbbed in the background. This wasn't just any performance; it was a moment of pure magic, a spontaneous collaboration between you and the enigmatic Thin White Duke himself.

As the spotlight illuminated the stage, Duke's smooth voice cut through the crowd's chatter. "Ladies and gentlemen; Visage!" His words were met with an eruption of cheers and applause as you stepped out onto the stage, bathed in the glow of the spotlight.

Dressed in a sleek black turtleneck dress and matching pearls, you felt a rush of excitement as you locked eyes with Duke, his piercing gaze igniting a spark within you. The crowd's energy was infectious as you took your place beside him, ready to dive into the sultry melody of "Your Heart," the duet that had captured the hearts of fans worldwide.

The music began to pulse, setting the stage for an electrifying performance. You and Duke moved in perfect harmony, your voices intertwining in a mesmerizing dance of sound. With each note, you felt a connection forming between you, a chemistry that ignited the very air around you.

As the song reached its climax, Duke's eyes met yours, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths. With a playful smirk, he sang the lyrics, "It's not unusual how you can be so fine, I know I know baby," his voice dripping with seduction. You couldn't help but return his gaze, matching his flirtatious energy with a sultry smile of your own.

The crowd erupted into cheers, caught up in the palpable chemistry between you and Duke. You danced and twirled around the stage, each movement fueling the excitement that pulsed through the air. It was a performance unlike any other, a celebration of music and passion that captivated the audience's hearts.

As the song drew to a close, Duke took your hand in his, twirling you around with effortless grace. The music faded into a slow, melodic instrumental, setting the stage for a moment of quiet intimacy. With a gentle touch, Duke brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your skin like a true gentleman.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their enthusiasm a testament to the electrifying performance they had just witnessed. You exchanged a knowing glance with Duke, the connection between you stronger than ever before. As you stepped off the stage, the echoes of their cheers ringing in your ears, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through your veins.

———

As you settled into the plush armchair across from Dinah Shore on her talk show set, the bright lights of the studio casting a warm glow over the both of you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through you. This was your moment to share the exhilarating experience of performing with The Thin White Duke with audiences around the world.

Dinah smiled warmly at you, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, Visage," she began, her voice smooth as honey, "tell us all about how this incredible collaboration with The Thin White Duke came about. How did you manage to become a part of his tour and have your duet featured on the set list?"

You chuckled softly, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you recalled the whirlwind series of events that had led to that unforgettable moment on stage. "Well, Dinah, it was truly a stroke of luck," you replied, your voice tinged with excitement. "I've been a fan of his music alongside everything else, and when the opportunity arose to collaborate with him on this project, I jumped at the chance."

The audience murmured in approval, their enthusiasm evident as they hung on your every word. Dinah nodded in understanding, her expression one of genuine interest. "And how was it, performing alongside such an iconic figure?" she asked, her eyes shining with curiosity.

"It was absolutely incredible," you replied, your voice filled with awe. "David is not only a musical genius, but he's also an… incredibly generous and supportive collaborator. Working with him was a dream come true, and being able to share the stage with him was an experience I'll never forget."

The audience erupted into cheers and applause, their excitement echoing throughout the studio as they celebrated your success. Dinah smiled, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "And we've all seen how he kisses your hand at the end of the song, a signature move of his character," she said, her voice filled with intrigue. "How did that make you feel?"

You couldn't help but grin at the memory, the warmth of Duke's lips against your skin sending a shiver of excitement coursing through you. "Oh, it was absolutely hilarious," you replied, your voice tinged with excitement. "Duke is such a gentleman, and his gesture at the end of the song was both unexpected and incredibly sweet. It made me feel like the luckiest person in the world."

The audience erupted into cheers and applause once more, their enthusiasm palpable as they celebrated the romance and magic of your duet with The Thin White Duke. Dinah nodded in approval, her eyes shining with admiration. "Well, Visage, it sounds like you had the time of your life," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "We can't wait to see what you do next."

———

The night air was cool and crisp as you sat in David's backyard, the soft glow of string lights casting a warm ambiance over the scene. You held a drink in your hand, the liquid swirling gently as you listened to David speak.

"I saw your interview today," David said, his voice low and thoughtful. "You did great, by the way."

You smiled, grateful for his words of encouragement. "Thank you," you replied, taking a sip of your drink. "What did you think of it?"

David shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes scanning the night sky. "It was accurate enough, I suppose," he said. "Thank God for that, with all the rumors going around."

You repeated the word "rumors" quietly, the implications sinking in as you trailed off, lost in thought. You could feel David's gaze on you, his presence a comforting anchor in the sea of uncertainty.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "So," he began, his voice tentative, "about that hand kiss..."

You looked up, meeting his gaze with a playful smile. "Yes?" you prompted, curiosity piqued.

David hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Would you feel the same if I...kissed you? Like, really kissed you instead?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his question, the warmth of amusement spreading through you. "I suppose the tabloids would have a field day with that," you joked, a playful glint in your eye.

As David chuckled along with you, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more beneath the surface of his lighthearted demeanour. But before you could delve deeper into the unspoken tension between you, you felt a sudden impulse to retreat, to escape the weight of the moment hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

You flashed David a quick smile, masking the turmoil swirling within you, and excused yourself, citing the need to finish your drink before heading home. You rose from your seat, the cool night air washing over you as you made your way back inside the house.

As you rummaged through your wallet, searching for money to hail a cab, you heard David stumble into the room behind you. You turned to find him standing there, his features softened by a hint of tipsiness, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice tinged with a slight slur. "Don't go just yet."

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued by his sudden change in demeanor. "What's up?" you asked, feigning nonchalance.

David took a step closer to you, his movements hesitant as he reached out to take your hand in his. "Stay the night," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his puppy-dog expression, his pouty bottom lip jutting out in a playful pout. Despite your better judgment, you found yourself unable to resist his charm, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Fine," you relented, a playful glint in your eye. "But only because you asked so nicely."

David's face lit up with a sheepish smile, gratitude shining in his eyes as he pulled you into a warm embrace. You couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, the tension between you momentarily forgotten as you basked in the warmth of his affection.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter and conversation, the two of you enjoying each other's company as you whiled away the hours in David's cosy home. You found yourself borrowing a pair of his pyjamas, the soft fabric comforting against your skin as you prepared for bed.

As you placed your empty drink glass in the kitchen sink, the sound of David padding towards you caught your attention. You turned, expecting to see him reaching for a glass of water or perhaps another drink, but what happened next was completely unexpected.

David didn't reach for anything. Instead, you felt him lazily stumbling up behind you, his body pressing against yours as he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. His words slurred together incoherently as he spoke, confessions tumbling from his lips in a jumble of emotions.

"You look so good," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "So pretty in that turtleneck. I wanted to be there on the Dinah Show with you..."

You felt a surge of alarm coursing through you as David's hands slipped around your waist, his touch sending a shiver of electricity racing down your spine. You knew that he was taking a huge risk with his drunken advances, but the alcohol had clearly clouded his judgment.

"David," you said softly, your voice tinged with warning. "You're taking a really big risk here."

But he ignored your caution, his hands continuing to caress your waist through the soft fabric of your pajamas. You sighed, feeling the weight of guilt settling in the pit of your stomach as you struggled to resist his advances.

"It's not a good idea," you insisted, your voice trembling with uncertainty. "We shouldn't..."

But as you looked into David's eyes, seeing the hint of redness and puffiness from what seemed like recent tears, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy tugging at your heartstrings. You knew that there was more to his actions than just the influence of alcohol.

"What's wrong, David?" you asked gently, your concern evident in your voice.

He slurred his words together, his confession tumbling out in a drunken jumble of emotions. "I'm in love with you," he mumbled, his words barely audible above the sound of his own ragged breathing.

For a moment, you were speechless, the weight of his confession hanging heavy in the air between you. But as you looked into his eyes, seeing the vulnerability and raw emotion reflected back at you, you knew that you couldn't ignore the truth any longer.

With a sigh, you gently led David to his room, tucking him into bed before retreating to your own room, the events of the evening swirling around in your mind like a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty. But for now, all you could do was try to make sense of the situation unfolding around you, and hope that somehow, you would find a way to navigate the stormy waters ahead. And…how to approach them.

As you settled into bed, the events of the evening swirling through your mind like a stormy sea, you couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that seemed to consume you. You tossed and turned, trying in vain to find a comfortable position, but sleep eluded you like a fleeting dream.

The sound of your door opening caught your attention, and you turned to see David slipping into the room, clad only in his boxers. You opened your mouth to ask him why he was joining you in bed, but the words died on your lips as you watched him silently climb into bed beside you.

You made a silent decision to sleep as far to the left side of the bed as possible, leaving a wide berth between you and David. You lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling, the silence stretching between you like an unspoken barrier.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally mustered the courage to steal a glance at David, only to find him lying on his stomach, his head turned towards you, his eyes watching you with a longing that made your gut twist with unease.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

And suddenly, you couldn’t control it.

The kiss was a symphony of passion and longing, a collision of lips and tongues that sent sparks flying through the air like fireworks on a summer night. As you pressed your lips against David's with a fierce intensity, you felt a rush of heat coursing through you, igniting a fire that burned with a hunger born of desperation and desire.

David's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that left you breathless and wanting more. You could taste the raw emotion in every touch, feel the intensity of his desire as it consumed you both in its fiery embrace.

Amidst the dizzying whirlwind of sensation, you found yourself lost in a sea of longing and yearning, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you like a veil of uncertainty. But as you pulled away, your lips tingling with the memory of his touch, you knew that it was time to lay bare the truth that had been simmering beneath the surface all along.

"How long have you been holding back?" you asked breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper as you gazed into David's eyes, searching for the truth.

David's gaze softened, a flicker of vulnerability shining in his eyes as he met your gaze. "Ever since you stepped into the studio with me," he confessed, his voice tinged with emotion.

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, the weight of his confession settling over you like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. And as you looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his longing reflected back at you, you knew that it was time to lay your own feelings bare.

"I feel the same way," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "I've been holding back too, but I can't deny how I feel about you."

David's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of hope shining in his eyes as he processed your words. And as you leaned in to kiss him once more, the truth of your feelings spilling forth in the heat of the moment, you felt right.

It felt right.

i must know,,,,, i can guess most of the costumes the gang's wearing in your halloween post but i must know what they're all wearing it's going to kill me

hehe ok fine. here goes. full list:

josuke is spongebob (dumb)

okuyasu is patrick (and dumber)

yukako is squidward (something something love deluxe and tentacles)

koichi is sandy (the most classically beautiful)

jotaro is mr krabs (he was tricked into joining the gang with the promise that it was marine biology related) jolyne is almost too old to want to go trick-or-treating, but agreed to go as pearl krabs just this once bc her cool grunkle convinced her it would be funny. shes at home in bed by now though

shigechi is a ninja turtle (bc josuke told him turtles were scary once. he is just barely old enough to drink bc i arbitrarily set this in 2005. hes being very responsible and drinking lots of water)

hazamada is sasuke (self explanatory)

yuya and his weed smoking gfs are abba (from the photo with the iconic cat dresses)

yuya is björn

akemi is benny

yoshie is agnetha

reiko is anni-frid

terunosuke is billy the puppet (from saw)

tamami is a godfather gangster (with the horse head from that OTHER famous godfather scene)

akira is a KISS guy (idk KISS members dont @ me)

mikitaka is bigfoot (no costume ofc, just transformed)

and keicho refused to wear a costume and showed up in a tshirt, a hoodie and shorts, unknowingly dressed as sans undertale. this is the only anachronism i allowed myself (bc its 2005) because it was too funny not to do.

as mentioned in replies rohan tried and failed to include himself in the spongebob clique as plankton bc nobody invited him or told him where the party was so he is lost in the dark freezing outside somewhere in the middle of the night. he is found passed out in a bush the next morning with pneumonia

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