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https-immotmari · 4 months

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❝ But I can't help myself when you get close to me ❞ ─── pjsk boys!

WRITER'S STARTER NONSENSE!

first request, yahey!(❁´◡`❁) and I should probably put request open for anyone getting confused if I'm open for requests or not. Also, I don't know if you want romantic or platonic so I'm doing romantic if you don't mind ^^* cute username and pfp btw!

fandom! .project sekai character(s) used! .akito shinonome, toya aoyagi, tsukasa tenma and rui kamishiro gender of reader! .gn!reader head start! .mention of toya's dad🤢

. . .akito shinonome!

dude is perplexed the moment you snake your arms around him. It's like he hasn't been given affection (he's touch-starved)

he should have known the first time he met you, you were as bubbly as bubbles from the powerpuff girls, or even more, and just like that, you've been a daydream and nightmare to him.

back when you two were friends, you kept it minimal such as asking for his permission whenever you want to hug him and even then, akito was, and still is, a flustered mess that it gets to the point that his brain is filled with you and you alone.... okay, maybe a bit of toya but, that's a bit, kay?

now that you two are a thing thanks to an, kohane and toya, you "innocently" used the knowledge you have to make this man a mess. as you should tbh

like, run your fingers through his hair while you're cuddling him, and HE'LL MELT FASTER THAN HE CAN RAP

only in private though, when you two are out in public and you feel the urge of cuddling him there and then, he can shyly give you a side hug for now.

like, poor baby is getting multiple heart attacks whenever you just pop out and immediately attacking him with your cuddly self.

when in private though, you won't waste time in cuddling this man to death, in which he secretly appreciates it, however, can't admit out loud due to his pride and ego.

to be honest, I headcannon him being a human heater when flustered like, you two are just cuddling, you are being your beautiful self and cuddling this man to death while he's just flustered as a boiling kettle. You can even see smoke coming out of his ears.

thanks to being his human heater self, his warmth is only making you want to cuddle him more!

also, thanks to ena and mizuki teasing little bro, he prefers you two cuddling in your house since no so-called annoying older sister and her friend teasing the living daylight out of him.

SMALL SPOON! HE'S FR A SMALL SPOON! he's so touch-starved for your affection, like, after finishing band practice, he rushed to your side and waits for you to have your urge in cuddling him, in which you immediately do it.

though, he still denies being the small spoon since quote-on-quote he's the man of this relationship.

just shut him up by pecking him on the lips and he'll immediately shuts down, use this to your advantage and cuddle him.

. . .toya aoyagi! (my fave<;3)

another touch-starved baby since his father didn't give him enough love till now. L in the comments for toya's dad.

now, unlike your human heater, this guy is your human cooler.

so, whenever the summer hits and you feel like you're getting cooked to a T, just cuddle this guy and you'll feel like you're in the north pole. (merry christmas btw)

baby over here is melting from your cuddles and his gleeful smile and fond chuckles explains it.

I feel like he'll read you a story whenever you two are cuddling on his bed, since this is the only room he can have privacy besides the bathroom, he'll just one hand on the book and the other hand is wrapped around your waist or on your hair, twirling a strand or two.

even though he's fine with public pda, he's still cautious about his actions, his what ifs are like "what if somebody insults them whenever we do this" since toya cares about your feelings very much and he doesn't want your day and your feelings to be ruin by somebody who pokes their noses in other people's business. #stantoyaaoyagi

still, he'll keep an arm around you because toya wouldn't want to make your pretty head thinks he's tired of your cuddles,

it's actually the opposite, he's can never get tired of your affection and you.

though when in private, you can bet this man shows you his touch-starved self.

your cuddles are the medicine to every bad thing happening to him like, that one time where he and his dad got into a serious argument, he would go to your house and cuddle you there. once you open the door and see his rather saddened looked, your arms are already around him, whispering sweet words to him till he feels better.

no words can describe how much he places you above everything, even himself sometimes, baby just grateful to the gods above that he gets another person he can cherished besides his friends.

he was quite shy when you two were new but as time passed, you influenced him with your affection and cuddles, and now look at him, the same cuddly person as you are, maybe even more.

you guys having an unspoken rule on who's giving more cuddles and you damn well when it comes to game, toya aoyagi isn't losing but, he'll make an exception just for you<3

him being small or big spoon depends on his mood that day, like when he's feeling lovely as ever and wants to return every affection you've given him, he'll be the big spoon, especially if you had a bad day. this guy is a good listener and he'll be understanding of the situation. of course, you as well return his affection ^^.

and him being small spoon when him feeling tired after band practice, having a bad day, or whenever he feels like it.

you sometimes tease him about him being your baby and he just blushes, he doesn't deny it since he sometimes admits that he can be quite clingy and cuddly as an infant.

. . .tsukasa tenma!

this dude is ecstatic to have a partner like you (≧∀≦)ゞ

just two sunshines cuddling each other, nothing to see here~

to be honest, he doesn't care if you two are in public or private spaces, just cuddle the man right there and then.

though, if you're shy in public, he'll be understanding after teasing you a bit.

whenever some nosy people give their comments about give singles respect and blah blah blah and if it makes you feel bad about your cuddles, he'll declare war on them. he's a theater blonde, of course he's gonna do that.

it's rare seeing you two separated tbh. like, in school, every student can see you two having your arms around each other, in phoenix wonderland, his band mates, the guests, mascot, AND EVEN MIKU can see you two cuddling each other, even at his or your home!

you two just can't get enough of each other (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

though, whenever he's needed somewhere while he was cuddling with you, he'll whine before carrying you. he'll bring you everywhere since he needs his darling co-star to refill his energy whenever he feels tired.

his band mates just shake their heads and let their leader do whatever he wants.

tsukasa has the tendencies to squeeze you, he sometimes thinks you can squeak whenever he does that like a stuff toy he had when he was younger that he used to cuddle in his sleep.

though, speaking of family, his family especially saki adores you!

for saki, she's happy that her older brother has a partner like you since he always tires himself out just for her so it's wonderful seeing his brother having someone cuddly as you.

he flexes you to others. like, "look at my beloved starling! aren't they the cutest thing your eyes have ever seen?" and it's a picture of you sleeping while cuddling him and the person is just "huh?"

he flexes you as if you're a trophy or a great achievement in which you are.

it honestly relaxes him whenever you cuddle him, especially when it's such a peaceful day and without rui's inventions blowing him up. just you and him, in his bed, cuddling each other in peace while you two tell each other about your days and how it's been doing.

he cherished those moments with you, and nothing can replace those moments even when it's something expensive as gold.

like toya, him being small or big soon depends on his mood. if he wants to be pampered by you and your affection then he'll be the small spoon but, if he wants to return those pampering from you then he'll be the big spoon and pamper you! it's a win-win situation.

you make his heart go crazy, as well as his mind, that he made a play dedicated to you and you only.

. . .rui kamishiro!

aye! you like cuddles, he likes them as well! after some reassurance from you that is

from the start of your guys' relationship, he was not sure about being touchy with you but once you accepted him in those warm arms of yours, he's in.

like tsukasa, he doesn't care if you two are in public or private but, if you're too shy in public, he'll just give you a teasing cat smile and just gives wraps an arm around you all the while teasing you.

it ain't rui kamishiro without him teasing you at least 10 times a day.

you know those two faces/personality octopus plushies? the ones where each side has a different expression of the octopus plushie, you two have those but quite different from the normal ones, thanks to mizuki's help, he made two plushies for the two of you. one of the sides of the octopus plushie has a '^^' expression while the other side said, 'I'm having the urge to cuddle you rn'.

so, whenever you want to cuddle this man and you're too shy to say it, just flip the octopus plushie and he'll understand. I can imagine him being the big spoon cuddling you while both of your octopus plushies are on top of your guys' head, having the "^^" expression on them.

it's so cute that it'll give other cavities q(≧▽≦q)

just like his leader, direct over here will carry you everywhere just for the dose of his daily cuddles. he can either carry you bridal style, on his back, or maybe on his shoulders if he's feeling very teasing at that moment.

surprised attack cuddles!

you'll have to make a perfect plan to catch him off guard since he's always on guard due to you doing your surprised attack cuddles very often.

but, once you did catch him off guard with your surprised attack cuddles, he'll simply chuckles and say "such a sly partner I have~" but if you squint, you can see his cheeks being painted with the beautiful colour of red.

yes, rui kamishiro can be flustered, you just have to work hard on it.

sometimes nene just third wheel you two while you two cuddle and she's just playing her game, she doesn't feel bothered by it since she's grown used to the two of you being like this, i mean, she was the one who helped along in setting you two up.

if he was a cat, he would purr in your embrace. little kamishiro just can't get enough of you and it shows.

you're as cuddly as a teddy bear if he were to describe you. whatever occasion the world has, you two simply cuddle each other like every other day yet rui feels like he's on cloud nine.

he's mostly the big spoon when it comes to cuddles since he wants to just have you laying on his chest while he ruffles your hair, something peaceful he needed in his rather chaotic life.

however, if you want to be the big spoon this time, he'll reluctantly agree, after teasing you of course, and be the one being pampered by you.

every picture of you in his phone is you cuddling on him, and he cherishes those pictures, two of the pictures are set as his wallpaper in home and lock screen.

he just can't wait to get home after practice so you can attack him with those cuddles of yours (/≧▽≦)/

WRITER'S ENDING NONSENSE!

my goodness I feel like some sort of creature possessed me and gave me motivation for this! Hope this tale satisfied you, @hearts4saki! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

rules! + masterlist!

#❝ Dream that I can never have again ❞ ─── mari's tales #project sekai x reader #toya aoyagi #toya aoyagi x reader #pjsk x reader #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #rui kamishiro #rui kamishiro x reader #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa tenma x reader #xreader

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russellsppttemplates · 5 months

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So what about one of the girfriends not feeling well during the raceweeked but being stubborn about it. She ends up feeling really really poorly on race day and has to sit inside with some other wag inside hospitality or even be taken to the medical area for a bit. Maybe it's the heat or the jetlag idk,but driver ends up knowing about it after and he's worried, so he's taking care of her from them on and is grateful for their friends

Tw: sickness from heat stroke, medical visit

"I'm getting a coffee, Y/N, do you want something?", Carmen asked, "can you bring me a bottle of water, please? Cold, if possible", you asked her, seeing her nod as she got up. It was hot, that much you could say. Inside the hospitality, you were feeling okay, but the minute you set foot close to the garage, where the air outside was much more prominent, it was a different story. So, for now, you and Carmen were keeping yourselves indoor until the race started, having already wished good luck to both of your boyfriends on their race, hoping for a double Mercedes podium today.

"How did you convince Mick to let you watch the race here?", Carmen asked as she came back, handing you the cold bottle for you to place it on the nape of your neck, "I might've told him that I was fine, which I feel like I am", you said as the Spanish woman looked at you sternly, "fine-ish, but it's going to be okay, I just have to keep myself in a cooler spot, lots of water, maybe grab some ice from the catering", you joked.

Joking, however, didn't seem like such when about halfway through the race, you started having trouble in seeing the screen properly, even with your glasses on, "you're not feeling well, are you, Y/N?", Carmen asked as she got up, helping you to a cooler part of the garage, "I'm a bit dizzy", you admitted. After giving you some water and placing an ice pack on your neck and another to your wrists, you started feeling a little bit better even though you were still a bit weak.

"I think it's best if we go get you checked out", Carmen reasoned, "you're looking pale and flushed, and those two are never a good sign", she said, getting one of the media girls to help you to the medical tent hoping someone would just check if everything was fine.

"Y/N, have you been sleeping well?", the doctor asked after he took your temperature, "I've been travelling for work, and then I came here, so sleep hasn't been so easy", you clarified, "jet lag and this heat is a bad combination", he stated, "this is likely heat stroke, there's nothing else suggesting another situation, so rest up, lots of fluids, stay away from the sun as much as possible for the next few days and ice packs on your pressure and temperature points should help, too", he concluded as you nodded, thanking him.

"It looks like there might be some celebrations today, but I'd rather you stay in", he said as he showed you the final results, George and Mick getting a Mercedes 1-2 as they crossed the line.

Opting to stay in Mick's driver's room until after the podium, it didn't take long for your boyfriend to walk in, his trophy standing on Toto's counter as he checked you, "I heard what happened, are you okay?", he said, approaching you as Carmen stood back, looking for her boyfriend so she could congratulate him and give you two some privacy, "I'm fine, I just can't take the combination of hot temperatures and sleep deprivation", you smiled, hoping to soothe his worries.

Understandably, you and Mick passed on the team's dinner despite your insistence that Mick should go, "knowing Mick, he would eat very quickly and wait for the best and most polite time to come back to you, so he might as well just pass this one and we will all celebrate later when you feel better", Toto said as you smiled at his attentiveness.

"I have a bath, cool water, so we can wash the day away, I asked room service for something light for dinner and also a bucket of ice", he smiled as he helped you undress, "I know you're tired, but I promise you're going to feel better after this, liebling". Holding you with one arm under your knees and one around your back, Mick eased you into the bathtub before he got in, "don't think I won't scold you for letting me believe you were feeling better when you weren't. I'm just not going to do it now", he chuckled, kissing your shoulders as you snuggled closer to him, "thank you for looking after me", you whispered, "always, liebling, always".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#mick schumacher blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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mothfables · 4 months

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VII. Heat Wave

It’s hot in Legend’s Hyrule. Hot enough that a perpetually cold Lorulean merchant has to shed his innumerable number of layers - even his beloved scarf. Legend comes home to find him in- is that a crop-top?!

It’s so hot.

Ravio groans, reaching for the hand fan and waving it desperately. The heat doesn’t let up, even with all the windows closed and the shades drawn tight to keep the sun outside where it belongs.

Lolia, it’s hot. How do Hylians stand this??? It almost makes him want to flee back to Lorule, with its’ perpetually-cooler temperatures and deep shadows. Instead he is stuck in a seemingly never-ending heat wave, slowly perishing to the punishing hot.

He’s already removed his robe and boots and rolled up his sleeves, though he hesitates to take off his scarf. He knows it’s a bad idea to keep it on, but it’s a thing of comfort; something he hardly ever goes without. It’s as much a part of him as Link’s adventuring attire is of him. This horrible weather is seriously making him rethink that decision, however.

Link would never let him live it down if he came home to find the merchant passed out on the carpet from overheating and still wrapped in his scarf - though he’d also fuss like no tomorrow, endlessly worried.

Another minute or two passes before Ravio loses the last of his stubborn will and tears off his scarf with a groan. This is unbearable!!! Heaving himself to his feet, he drags himself upstairs to change into something cooler.

Thank the Goddesses Link had taken him shopping a while back; though he’d dragged his feet and complained nearly the whole time, protesting he was ‘perfectly fine with what he had, thank you very much!’ Well, joke’s on Past Ravio because now he has nearly as big a collection as Link does, and he knows for a fact there’s an entire section - though admittedly somewhat small - just for this kind of thing.

...Now it’s just a matter of finding it.

~~~~~~~~~

Legend steps out of a temperate forest and straight into a wall of heat. Groans and complaints immediately erupt around him as the rest of the Chain exits the portal. He looks around, trying to get his bearings, and realizes he knows where they are.

They’ve emerged onto the road leading to the Sacred Temple. His house isn’t too far, and hopefully there they can find some reprieve from the heat. He tells this to the others, and it isn’t long before they’re on their way.

True to his word, it only takes about an hour or so (filled with complaining, of course) before his house and the hill it sits atop comes into view.

Something is... off, however. Out of place.

Legend squints, unconsciously quickening his pace. There’s something under one of the trees out front - something colourful. Has Ravio set up a new decoration or something? No, that doesn’t look like anything the merchant might put out. What is it?

Drawing closer, he realizes it isn’t an object at all - the shape of it looks far more like a person. Then he hears a groan, all-too-familiar, and his heart drops.

Legend breaks into a sprint. His brothers shout in surprise at the sudden speed (“It’s way too hot for that!” “Slow down!”) but he ignores them. He doesn’t- he has to know-

“Ravi!”

His panicked shout gets the others moving, storming up the road behind him.

They crowd around him as he skids to a stop before the merchant. Ravio stirs at the commotion - thank the Golden Three - and sits up with another groan. He blinks blearily up at them for a moment, his cheeks flushed from the heat.

“S’rry, but we’re closed until f’rther notice due t’the weather,” he slurs, “please come back when it’s not so...” Then he fully registers just who is before him and lights up. He pushes himself to his feet with some difficulty, fanning himself with a handheld fan Legend hadn’t noticed til now.

“Link! Uuuugh, it’s so hooot!!!” He immediately launches into a tirade of complaints. “How do you stand this?! I know normally I don’t mind it but this suuuucks!! It’s gotten so bad I was thinking of going back to Lorule before you showed up- not that I would, of course, because goddess knows I don’t have anyone who could run the shop if I left, not to mention I couldn’t just up and leave without telling you but the temptation was there-”

Ravio’s reaching for him, to hang off of him and swoon as he likes to do, and Legend’s brain stumbles to a halt.

The merchant is bereft of his usual attire, long layers swapped out for an off-the-shoulder crop top and shorts. He’s wearing a large, floppy sunhat in place of his hood and his feet are bare. What draws the vet’s eye, however, isn’t that or the flush covering his freckled cheeks, shaded by his sunhat; or his bare legs, already covered in freckles from being out in the sun. No, instead it’s his-

‘Tummy,’ he thinks, and doesn’t realize he’s said it out loud until Ravio cuts off with a flustered sound and suddenly everyone’s eyes are on him. He promptly goes bright pink.

“I- uh- c-clothes! Cool clothes! Gonnagogetchangedbye!” he squeaks and makes a break for the house.

He bolts through the door and up the stairs, slamming the door to his bedroom shut with a loud bang! Legend stands there with his back against it for a moment, panting. Then he pushes off it to head for his closet because it really is damningly hot and he needs to change into something cooler or else he’ll freeze himself with one of his own ice rods.

He’s halfway to the closet when the image of Ravio in his crop top appears in his mind and he has to stop to stomp and flap his hands with a squeal.

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Outside of his room, Wild, Wind, and Warriors exchange glances at the sound of muffled stomping and quiet squealing.

Wars gently grabs the other two by the shoulders to haul them back downstairs. They’ll see about asking the Vet later if he has anything they can borrow; for now, they’ll see what Wild has in his slate.

They rejoin the others downstairs. Wild steps away to aid Ravio in making cold drinks in the kitchen, leaving the other two to strip themselves out of their oppressive outer layers. There’s already a pile in one corner with the other heroes’ things that they add theirs to. Four and Wind, the two most accustomed to hot temperatures, set about trying to cool the house down even the slightest bit. Going by the continued complaints, they don’t seem to be having much luck.

Ravio and Wild reappear a few minutes later with a tray loaded with ice-cold refreshments. The heroes ply them with every blessing they can think of as they reach eagerly for the glasses. Ravio laughs and waves them off, cheeks flushing brighter at the praise.

They spend some time sipping quietly at their drinks before Legend comes bounding down the stairs, clad in a tank top and knee-length skirt and his hair tied back in a small ponytail.

Ravio thinks it’s the cutest sight he’s ever seen.

Legend immediately beelines for the merchant. Steadfastly ignoring everyone else, he wraps his arms around his partner and presses a kiss to a freckled cheek. Ravio allows it before gently pushing him away, smiling apologetically at the whine it elicits.

“Sorry, honeybee, but it’s a little too hot for cuddles right now.”

Legend looks mildly outraged. “But- you- you were just doing the same thing to me outside!”

Someone snorts. Ravio flicks an ear at the sound but ignores it in favour of rolling his eyes. “And I was being dramatic; you know that. Come on, get a drink and we can sit on the couch together, how about that?”

He moves to turn away but is stopped by Legend grabbing his hand and giving him the biggest, most pleading eyes Ravio has ever seen. It’s utterly devastating. Still, he tries one more time.

“Bunny, come on. Don’t you want something cold to drink after being outside?” He tries to tug the other boy over to where he left the tray but Legend stubbornly stays where he is.

“Nooo,” he whines, pouting, and looking for all the world like a child who was just told they aren’t allowed to have their favourite treat. He blinks teary eyes at the merchant.

Oh. Oh no.

Ravio never was good at denying that look.

He bites his lip, trying to stay strong, but quickly gives in. Instantly the pout disappears as Legend brightens, and he pulls the merchant over to the couch. The few heroes who had settled on it obligingly get up as they approach and Ravio gives them a nod in thanks.

A glance from his hero and Ravio knows exactly what he wants. He heaves a put-upon sigh - only half for show - and lays down, propped against one of the arms. Legend gives a few happy hops before joining him with a squeak of delight. He clambers up to lay atop the merchant, curling his arms around him and snuggling into his bare stomach. There isn’t quite enough room for them both, laying like this, so Legend kicks his legs up and settles in with a contented hum.

The other heroes are openly staring. The vet pays them no mind, happy now that he’s gotten what he wanted.

Ravio sips at his drink and meets their gazes evenly. Most of them flush in embarrassment and look away. Mr. Captain Hero simply raises an eyebrow and smirks. Ravio stares at him a moment longer, radiating disapproval, before sniffing haughtily and wrapping his arms around his partner.

Legend chooses that moment to sneak a kiss to his belly, making Ravio jolt.

“Link Lon, do that again and I will push you off this couch,” he scolds, though it’s half-hearted. Legend only pouts up at him.

The one-eyed hero - Time? - is staring in what seems to be shock. The merchant ignores him.

“But I missed you.” Legend says, in that tone of voice he knows will get Ravio to do what he wants every time. The veteran hero hardly ever says when he misses someone, and so the effect is twice as strong as it normally is. Ravio can feel his face go pink and he has to look away.

“Y-es-” His voice cracks and he has to stop to clear his throat. “Y-yes, I missed you too, you silly hero.”

Legend smiles, bright and happy, and nuzzles back into his stomach. A moment later there’s a quiet rumbling purr.

There’s a minute or two of blissful quiet before it’s inevitably broken.

“Wow, he’s never that affectionate with us.”

“Wind!”

“I’m just saying! It’s not like it’s a bad thing, you’d just think that after so long-”

There’s a yelp and the argument descends into squabbling, though the heroes’ tones remain light and playful. Ravio finds himself smiling as he listens, cuddling with his hero as a purr of his own rises in his throat. The day may have started out awful, but he can honestly say he’s glad it turned out the way it did.

...Now if only this goddess-blasted heat would stop.

#moth’s tales #cuddles and wishes and bunny kisses #linked universe #fanfiction #linked universe fanfiction #lu legend #lu ravio #takes place during linked universe but technically a successor to growth spurt #queerplatonic relationship #qpr legend x ravio #body positivity #asexual relationship #raviolink #funnily enough the crop top’s only actual purpose is to bring attention to the most important thing here:#ravio’s tummy #autistic legend

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olderthannetfic · 4 months

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First as a disclaimer: I'm pretty sure I'm not an anti (I'm anti death threats and am fine with incest, age-gap, abusive ships etc)

However I'm probably still a social/political enemy for various reasons but you sometime post asks from people you disagree with I think and I think you might know this answer.

Anyway onto my question I'm the kind of shipper who likes canon compliant ships and looking for hints and stuff but these days it feels like everyone boasts about how much their ships deviate and poop on canon etc. Do other shippers with my mentality still exist and I just don't notice them (Outside of anti spaces) or are we actually a dying breed?

Eh. I think "political enemy" has a pretty fluid definition if one is really into playing politics. If you aren't out campaigning on a white supremacy platform, we probably have some goals in common.

I usually block people for being extremely annoying on a day I'm feeling hormonal or for attacking people particularly viciously in my comments, not for nominally being in some other camp.

I think the more canon-adjacent fandom flavors are actually really common.

They're a little lost in the tumult of "My headcanon is actually canon!!!" stuff on tumblr that we like to laugh at on my own blog.

They're also less common in oldschool m/m-shipping spaces because those are often inherently non-canon ships. In the past, it was because homophobic censorship wouldn't let anything be made. These days, it's because the flavor of m/m a lot of people like is more easily found by adding romance to a buddy canon than by trying to add buddy-ness to a romance canon in many cases, and this can be true even if canon is original m/m aimed at fandom types.

Here's the thing: oldschool m/m shippers tend to be particularly prone to building community spaces and recording our history precisely because it's so easily erased and so often attacked. This type of shipper also tends to have more of a cohesive identity. That makes it far easier to name ourselves and set up little fiefdoms on modern social media.

I'm one of these people. Shittons of the people doing amateur fandom history work are. Much of the OTW old guard are. And lots of us know each other at least a bit, so if you're running into one of us, you're probably running into more of us.

However, that doesn't actually mean this type of shipping is the most common or that there have never been spaces devoted to something else.

That old Beauty and the Beast tv series with Linda Hamilton had epic canon shippers. So did Moonlight (the vampire tv series). So did and does Twilight.

A lot of these shippers had this as their first and possibly their only fandom and carried on being obsessed long after canon was over.

Lizzie/Darcy shippers put anything I have ever been a fan of to shame. No matter what the AO3 numbers show, this ship far, far exceeds the popularity of Destiel or any of the other m/m heavyweights.

I think the problem you're running into is that in the modern era of binging things on Netflix and regular joes being huge media geeks, analyzing canon in a nerdy way and obsessing over your canon ships is just how a big chunk of the population engages with media.

Fan theories that are closely tied to what was actually on the screen/page are the bread and butter of water cooler conversations and have been since The Sopranos and its ilk.

Yes, I know some fuck will immediately show up and go "Ahem, ahem, I am a GEEK and SPECIAL and the people around me never have intellectual conversations about media literally ever!!!!" just like every single time we have this conversation. But times have moved on, and being overinvested in canon theorizing just is a normie activity now, and that's great! Except when you want a special term and space to find your people.

The only time canon shippers really stand out from that is if they're extremely fic-focused, and then they often start straying farther from canon, especially if they stick around the same fandom for a long time. Either they start becoming more fans of some fic writer or they start wanting to diversify what they themselves are writing.

The really good close-to-canon fandom activities are at their best when lots of fans find the same currently-running canon at the same time and before canon itself passes its prime.

Even I started out on alt.tv.x-files, analyzing the shit out of season 2 and not caring much about non-canon things. (Though, admittedly, I was more NoRomo than MSR.)

That said, antis are not actually that canon-focused in most cases. They will do the "My headcanon is reality" thing as much as anyone. They just tend to spend a lot of time hating on explicit m/m and a lot of explicit m/m is of non-canon ships.

Honestly... anon... you might want to figure out what the latest CSI-ish franchise is and find the obviously-future-canon het ship from that. Those tend to get the 10 seasons of build up and fan theories that don't stray too far from canon.

This stuff is not only not a dying breed, but it's so common that one of the editors of NCIS delivered a deeply cringeworthy lecture at my film school about what "shippers" are and how the Tiva shippers affected the production.

People into those ships don't need tumblr: Major entertainment magazines are publishing their fan theories for them.

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TickleTober Day 22 - Ticklish Kiss

I really wanted to do something for these two, they’re so wholesome and cute together! (>w<) I had something planned for them at the beginning of the month-ish, just never got around to writing it. I love writing for this fandom, the spiderkids make my brain happy. I hope everyone has had a great month, and that you Enjoy!

Lee: Pavitr

Ler: Gayatri

Summary: Pavitr was waiting for his girlfriend on the rooftop. It was a chillier day than normal in Mumbai, and Pavitr could do with some warming up. Gayatri helped out, but her warming affections have a tickly twist.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

The cool wind blew through Pavitr’s hair, sending goosebumps running down his neck and arms. It was 68 degrees outside, sure, but the temperature typically didn’t drop below 80. He wasn’t cold, but the young hero wished he had a jacket to go over his suit. The barefoot design was definitely coming back to haunt him…

A squeaking door interrupted his thoughts, his girlfriend joining him on the rooftop. Gayatri was beautiful as ever, wearing a thicker flannel jacket, dark top, purple jeans and a beanie. It took all the chilly teen had to not stare. He tried to sound smooth in his greeting, but his teeth chattered as he spoke. “H-hey girl. You l-look lovely.”

She laughed, the sound a wonderful symphony to Pav’s ears. He loved her smile, her laugh, her lips, her hair, her- “Pav, घाम, you’re staring.” She had to tease him, it was required of her as his girlfriend. She did, however, notice the shake of his voice. “Are you alright?”

A red hue lit up on his masked cheeks as she caught him. She was just so amazing; how could he not stare? “Sorry. And yes, I’m fine. Just…wishing the suit was a bit thicker.”

Gayatri couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his cute predicament. She loved his intricate suit, even though it wasn’t the most practical. There was no way she was giving up her warm flannel, but she had another way to help. “It’s okay, I was teasing. Want me to warm you up?”

He nodded rapidly, knowing what she meant. “Yes please!” He had just breaked from patrol, and being suited up, the rooftops were really the only places they could hang out without getting caught. It was chilly, but it worked.

Okay, that was cute. Honestly, everything he did was cute. Gayatri moved to the edge of the rooftop, sitting right beside him. She pulled off his mask, watching the small hairs on his neck prickle in the cool air. Adorable. She pressed a few gentle kisses to his neck, her heart melting as he squeaked.

He bit his lip, trying to sit still and enjoy the kisses. He did scoot farther away from the edge of the roof, not wanting his girl to potentially fall. He would obviously catch her before anything happened, but why tempt fate? Her tickly lips made it awfully hard not to squirm, though…

“G-Gaya!” He didn’t protest, didn’t tell her to stop; just whined. She found that to be tooth-rottingly sweet. “What? I am just trying to warm my wonderful partner up.” The blush on his cheeks only deepened; she knew exactly what she was doing. She also knew how much he liked it.

Pushing her luck, she moved the kisses under his chin, trailing them back down to his neck. Pav squealed, his hands flying up to do something. He really didn’t want to push her away, though… The boy opted for grabbing her shoulders, drumming his feet on the ledge beneath him. Bright, bubbly giggles spilled from his lips, adding some warmth to the cooler fall air. “Gahayatrihihi! Nohot fahahair!”

Could the guy get any more adorable? She thought it so often, but it was true; Pavitr was the sweetest, cutest, most lovable person Gayatri had ever met. And his laughter? Freaking gorgeous. They were the same, in that way; they loved to see and hear each other be happy. Only Gayatri was a bit better at getting what she wanted. Wiggling fingers joined the kisses, gently scribbling at the base of his ribs.

Now that was just mean. He flopped around, trying his best not to push her. Pav wrapped his arms around his torso, scrunching up his shoulders as he tried to block out the tickles. The childish giggles turned to happy, bright laughter as he wiggled around. “Cohohome ohon! खिलना!”

“What? You have yet to stop me, Pavi. I think you might be enjoying yourself~” He whined through his laughter, grabbing onto her wrists. The young hero didn’t shove her hands away; he just refused to admit that she was right. As much as he hated to think it, she was helping. The heat from his blush and laughter had warmed him up, blocking out the slight chill.

His restraint died when he felt her hands travel to his stomach, her nails on his belly button. Pav squealed much louder than before, his laugh skyrocketing up several octaves. “GAHAYATRIHIHI! NOHOT THE TUHUMY!”

Gayatri laughed with him, finding the boisterous sound rather infectious. “But your tummy is my favorite! How can you ask me to move, घाम? So mean.”

He practically squawked, the indignant sound sending his girlfriend into a giggle fit. “Y-YOUHUHU AHARE THE OHONE BEHEHEING MEHEHEAN!”

“Is it really mean if you enjoy it?” Her tone was as teasing as it was affectionate. Gayatri had long since discovered that Pav enjoyed that certain brand of affection. She had no problems with it; it was cute, if anything. The girl was more than happy to indulge him, and she had to admit, it was fun to see his reactions.

It was about time to stop at that point; his cheeks were burning, and he had to go back on patrols when they were done. Still, it just didn’t feel right to end their meet-up without a big finish. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in, blowing a raspberry on the exposed skin of his neck.

When I say he squealed, I mean that every street dog in a fifty-mile radius covered their ears. His neck wasn’t his worst spot, but combined with the belly tickles and general flustering atmosphere, it might as well have been. “NAHAHAHAHO! GAYATRIHIHI, PLEHEHASE! EHENOHOUGH!”

She stopped immediately, pulling him close and peppering his cheeks with little kisses. He giggled softly, still recovering as ghost tickles buzzed along his stomach and neck. Pav couldn't help but melt into the touch, practically going limp on her as he tried to catch his breath. It was, again, adorable.

“You really can’t get any cuter, can you?” Gayatri chuckled, running a hand through his hair. The spider boy loved it when she did that. “Y-youhu’re ehevil…"

"It warmed you up, did it not?" He groaned, but didn't deny it. She was right; he was definitely worth warm, though that could be attributed to the blush on his face or fuzzy feeling in his chest. Either way, it worked.

Suddenly, Pavitr felt his spider sense go off. From a few hundred yards away, a loud crash sounded, followed by sirens and screaming. He collected himself almost immediately, adrenaline and concern replacing the giddy buzz. Another villain to deal with.

"लानत… Gayatri, I'm sorry-" Before he could guilt himself, the other teen cut him off with a kiss. Pav's eyes widened before he kissed her back, savoring the quick yet loving moment. "Go. Those people need your help. Meet you at your Maya Aunty's?"

What did he ever do to deserve a girl like her? The understanding was instant, and she never took it personally. "Absolutely. Be back in a moment, जानू."

With that, he pulled his mask back on, giving her one last hug before leaping off the building. Gayatri watched as he slid off his bangles, flipping around as he raced to the scene.

She loved him so much, but she knew that he needed to do it. If he didn't, who would? When he returned that evening, she would be waiting for him, a cup of chai and a loving pair of arms at the ready. Maybe another ticklish kiss or two as well…

#atsv tickling #lee!pavitr #ler!gayatri #ticklish!pavitr #tickle fic #augtickletober 2023 #sfw tickling community #tickle #across the spiderverse tickles #spiderman atsv tickling #augtickletober #tickletober #atsv gayatri #atsv pavitr #spider man india #spiderverse tickles

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Wendigo Connor

You and Connor were on your way to a party the other assassins were throwing. Connor didn't want to go there at first, but after much persuasion, he agreed. He didn't enjoy these things very much, and he didn't feel very comfortable around so many people.

You followed the forest path that the assassin knew like your shoes. Although she was not enlightened in any way, that did not hinder you in any way. You were holding his hand and talking to each other.

Connor told you about his clan's Halloween customs and the creatures called wendigos that were originally supposed to be in these woods.

Some parts of his story were quite creepy, especially when the wendigos were the first people who became monsters eating other people.

You were halfway there when you heard a strange growl. You automatically approached Connor. It didn't like it either. No ordinary animal sounded like that. And even though he knew what it could be, he didn't want to scare you unnecessarily and instead hoped you'd escape it.

You walked on and the growling stopped for a moment when it sounded again and with it, two lights appeared in front of you, glowing eyes.

They were slowly getting closer to you and the growls were getting louder as well. Soon the monster in front of you took shape. It was a black tall creature with an animal skull instead of a face, sharp teeth and antlers.

An eerie energy radiated from him that sent chills down your spine. Connor pushed you behind him to protect you. Over his shoulder, you saw the monster tilt its head slightly to the side before drawing its sharp claws.

The creature in front of you lunged at the assassin, but he slightly pushed it away. You knew Connor was strong, but this surprised you. The two fought, tugged and tried to beat the other.

The monster was growling at you, but you had the impression that the assassin was growling as well. As they were engaged in battle and their powers seemed to be balanced, they slowly moved closer to you.

You backed away until you tripped over a stick and fell backwards. You didn't even bother and rather shuffled off to the tree, where you probably wouldn't disturb them and where you felt safe.

As you fell, the assassin turned to you for a moment, and you were taken aback by the sight alone. He looked as if he had partially become the same monster he was fighting.

After some time, Connor finally overpowered the creature and it fled back into the woods in fear. You had the impression that the assassins would have preferred to chase after her, but instead, he stayed. He turned to you and walked closer to you. He crouches down to you and stops.

That was the first time you'd seen him like this. Two horns grew from his head, which reminded you of bison ones. One of them was broken. His whites were black and his irises shone gold.

His mouth was half open as if he wanted to say something when you noticed his inhumanly sharp teeth. In addition, his fingers were blackened, as if burned, and looked more like claws.

Despite all that, however, you earn concern and fear in his eyes. It wasn't the eyes of the monster you thought of, but the eyes of your friend.

"Are you hurt?" he asked worried but even though he wanted to make sure you were okay he kept his distance.

"I'm fine" you replied and before he could react you wrapped your arms around his neck. His skin was cooler now, but his heart was still warm. “Thanks for saving me,” you added, kissing his cheek.

"I... Um..." he was speechless and even in the darkness you could see how his cheeks darkened. You had been together for a while, but these little gestures always got him. "Am I not scaring you?" he then asked nervously as you pulled away. He still looked weird, but he didn't scare you.

“Not at all,” you shook your head. “I'm just curious if you'll ever tell me about it,” you said calmly. You didn't want to pressure him in any way. He must have had his reasons for not telling you.

“Thank you,” he smiled weakly before looking at you. "You know I would never hurt you?" he asked vulnerably.

"I've known that for a long time," you replied and took his hand. “It's just that this is kind of new,” you hinted at his appearance. Connor just nodded his head that he understood.

During the journey back, the assassin turned back into a human and talked about himself and the fact that his clan was all Wendigo. He even told you about how he lost part of his horn.

It was when Charles Lee and the other temari wanted to find their village. He refused to tell them the truth and so his horn was broken. Even then he didn't say anything to them and they stunned him.

In addition, he mentioned that the person who attacked them could have been someone from his village. This is what they become when they lose their humanity. After that, they become real monsters that are aggressive towards absolutely everyone.

It was completely new to you, but you knew and told him right away that you would never allow something like this. You will be there for him and whenever needed, you will remind him why he should not give up his humanity.

You listened to him and whenever you sensed that he was getting sick of talking about it, you squeezed his hand to show that you were there for him.

Assassin's Creed Masterlist

#assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed #wendigo connor #connor kenway #connor x reader #ratonhnhaké:ton

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adobe-outdesign · 4 months

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geodude line review pls plus the alolan forms

Geodude is a rock with a face and arms. Which is great if you like rocks with faces and arms. It's not my favorite rock creature (I'm more of a Roggenrola person myself), but it is simple and straightforward, and the concept of a boulder creature that rolls around to move is pretty fun. Not much to talk about visually, other than it being a very low-contrast design. Also, I like the segmented mouth.

Graveler always seemed like just a better Geodude to me. It's the same premise—monotone boulder creature that rolls around with a face and arms—but they do an interesting thing by making the face smaller, adding a ridged, craggy area above said face, and giving it not one, but two sets of extra limbs. It adds a lot of interest and fleshes out the premise while not really changing anything too drastically. Surely the next evolution will be even better, right?

Nope, never mind.

I mean, I don't hate Golem—the reptilian features are interesting and provide a unique twist on the basic rock monster model, and hey, it's at least unique. But it does undeniably come out of the left field, sporting a higher-contrast body, a separate head and limbs, and reducing the number of said limbs down to four.

I've heard a lot of speculation as to why, but most of it is just that, baseless speculation. The most likely reason is that it's a Blastoise situation, wherein two separate rock creatures got merged early in development to avoid repetition. Regardless, that doesn't make it work any better with the rest of the line.

Also, as a design itself, I can't help but not like it as much as Graveler anyway. The head makes it impossible to roll despite the 'dex claiming otherwise, and the overall design is just less coherent. Like I said, the reptilian parts are interesting, but that's about all it has going for it.

Alolan Geodude is actually pretty solid. It drops the rock/ground typing (which I always found confusing anyway; what about the original justified it being ground?) in favor of rock/electric, represented by adding some magnetic shavings to the body.

These shavings really help the design, mostly because they greatly increase the contrast and help break things up without over-complicating anything. Those big 'ol black eyebrows just feel right, and the addition of "hair" is fun.

In addition, this design also makes the body more of a gray color (once again, fits with the dropped ground typing) and reduces the hands down to two mitten-like structures, which does feel good given the shape of the body. Overall, a solid improvement across the board.

Unfortunately, things go downhill a bit when we get to A. Graveler. The eyebrows still look great, and I like the little shavings that accent the head ridge as well. It still retains the similar mitten-like hands, the shape of which now really compliment said head ridge.

However, it randomly adds these yellowish-orange crystals all over its body, which I just do not get. They compete too much with the shavings, and they feel like an afterthought. I guess the idea was to add more color to the design? But they already fixed the low-contrast issue with the shavings. Maybe they wanted yellow to hint at the electric-typing more? Who knows. Either way, the design would look much better without them.

Also, for some reason it goes back to a brownish color instead of retaining the cooler gray of A. Geodude. Why? The gray not only looked better, but further helped with the contrast, and dropping it just reduces the line's coherency.

And A. Golem... yeah no, never mind.

The shavings have progressed from body hair to a straight-up beard, which is fine, I guess, though something about the body hair kind of worked; maybe it's just because it added to the "strength" idea with Graveler's bare arms, whereas the beard just feels random.

However, the beard wouldn't be too bad in and of itself... except they also added a giant rail gun to its back. It's just like, what? Why?? Where did that come from? I know that it's electric-type, but there was no thematic build-up to this (unless you count the inside yellow crystals from Graveler). It competes way too much with the beard, and makes the overall concept harder to disconcern.

Also, even putting that aside, the colors are really muddied here (still retaining the brownish color while using three different shades of gray/brown, none of which are high enough contrast), and it has these really weird baby arms. The simplified toes look good at least, and I do like the extra definition added to the face with the eyebrow ridges, but this really does not work as a whole. Which is a shame, because A. Geodude was a fantastic start.

As a whole, the original line is simple but effective, bogged down only by the sharp turn into Golem. The Alolan line starts off strong and tries to improve the design a bit, but unfortunately gets bogged down with too many details as it goes on.

#geodude #graveler #golem #pokemon #pokemon reviews #alolan geodude #alolan graveler #alolan golem

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I was sad that after saving Thaniel (when we can finally recruit Halsin) if you have him interact with the tieflings, there's this generic message about the refugees still shell-shocked about what happened. Yet a few seconds later if you choose another character to talk they have lines to say.

I just headcannon it that they do want to say something to Halsin, the kind druid who welcomed them after being banished from Elturel, be he is from that grove who turned them away. Not just being a druid in general (because it seems they're fine with Jaheira)

Anyway, it's just a little thing but I can't help but think about it. I was not in EA because I only learned about BG3 late, and it was the bear scene that introduced me to the ship that I adore so much now... However, reading notes/tweets/blogs about how EA Halsin had so much lore and plot than current Halsin makes me kinda wish I got to experience that version too.

Also, maaaaan! Give me a man who gifts me a "promise" dagger! Fudge promise rings, the dagger sounds way cooler ehe~

It made me sad too anon, thinking about the Tieflings rejecting Halsin. The implication that they blame him for not doing enough to help them hurts so much. :(

It is sweeter to imagine your idea, though. EA Halsin, I didn't get to fully experience, but I have found a LOT of videos, datamined content, etc, and... I mean, there are definitely things I miss about his EA personality (much more scientific, much more openly emotional), and I liked things about his previous storyline with the Shadow Curse- but I also truly love the Halsin we got.

BUT I have to agree about the whole Promise thing. My GOD, the original version of the Shadow Curse storyline was more romantic-coded than Halsin ACTUALLY being a love interest.

#halsin #halsin silverbough #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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goldennika · 3 months

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Thoughts on TXT’s Paris Fashion Week Debut (Dior Men FW2024)

TXT made their Paris Fashion Week debut at the Dior Men FW2024 show!

Taehyun mentioned in their livestream that they were wearing custom outfits for the show and I say that’s how you should treat your brand ambassadors!!

Wearing house-sponsored outfits to fashion week is a fairly common practice but it’s nice to know that Dior Men went and had custom outfits made for them instead of just loaning them outfits straight from the collections.

Before I dive into each of their outfits, I wanted to touch briefly on the Dior Men FW2024 collection for some context.

According to the Vogue writeup, Dior Men’s artistic director, Kim Jones, drew inspiration from both the onstage and offstage life of Rudolf Nureyev, a celebrated male ballet dancer. The collection begins with more casual outfits with their shorts and ballet-inspired shoes, then we make our way to their more business-appropriate suits, and Dior Men’s first(?) ever attempt at couture.

I must say that the more dramatic looks from their FW2024 collection were such a sight to behold, with all the drapery, cutouts, and embellishments. There were a few pieces that I think would work quite well for TXT but I’ll save that discussion for another time. For now, let’s talk about their PFW looks!

While I really appreciate how their outfits are all custom, I do still think that TXT’s branding and that of Dior Men isn’t exactly the best. Having TXT make their PFW debut during a time where Dior Men is injecting a little more youthful elements into their work is welcome but overall, the partnership just seems like a mismatch (especially when they wear full outfits), IMO. It feels like a bit of a letdown to see how bulky-looking and swallowed up by fabric most of the members seem to be. Hueningkai, Yeonjun, and Beomgyu in particular look so overwhelmed by their outfits in their photos. In motion/videos however, their outfits do look a little better. The boys mentioned that their outfits were very comfortable. I think that is more evident in videos than in stills! There is a softness and flow in their outfits that don’t seem to translate as well in stills. Unfortunately, most of us are only ever going to see them in these outfits through still photographs so it’s a bummer that it doesn’t highlight them enough.

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Not to be a total soobrangdan or anything, but I think Soobin’s outfit was the most flattering of the bunch.

I’ve mentioned before how I think Soobin could be a Soft Dramatic in the Kibbe system, meaning his lines are largely yang (think long, large, angular, sharp) with a yin undercurrent (think small, soft, rounded, curved). Under the Kibbe system, it is thought that outfits that mimic your body’s natural lines are most “harmonious,” and this outfit helps illustrate that!

For starters, the tonal dressing helps to draw attention to how long he is, as there are minimal distractions to what is essentially a column of color. It appears as though their might be a very fine print/pattern to his clothing but these details are quite small/faint and well within the same color family as his suit so the streamlined look is maintained.

The wrap style cut of his suit is also flattering for him as a Soft Dramatic as it adds a touch of yin to what could have been a very boxy suit. The large collar detail, the singular button, and the ruffle details around his neck and wrists add visual interest to his look, and also help to draw out his softer features!

They could have very well just gone for a plain turtleneck for this look and it would have worked out alright. But by going for a ruffled detail in a lighter fabric, it elevated the look even more and was able to balance out the power dressing look by providing the touches of softness that his Soft Dramatic frame calls for.

I suppose my only real gripe about this look would have been the color, as it appears to be a little too light for his personal colors. A cooler or richer color palette would have made this perfect!

On the topic of colors, I love these colors on Hueningkai! A softer color palette really does make him shine and the pop of bright blue was just enough so as not to distract from his features.

I am feeling a bit conflicted about his coat though. It seems oversized but also not oversized enough. I think if the coat were longer and the collar details were larger, it would have been more flattering on him, as his frame would be able to pull it off!

I suspect Kai to be a potential Flamboyant Natural, which is characterized by blunt yang. The gray coat is about knee length on him, which is relatively long so it still helps to draw attention to his long frame. But when coupled with the light brown pants and the cream/white shoes, his body is visually cut up into three parts and in odd proportions at that.

Flamboyant Naturals are among the Kibbe types that look most at home in relaxed silhouettes, and I think this is where their partnership with Dior could be a mismatch since Dior leans towards very structured, boxy silhouettes. While Kai’s outfit is a little more relaxed for Dior’s standards, it feels a bit too plain and safe for him.

I haven’t seen any photos or clips of Kai at Fashion Week with his coat open but I think that might have helped too in terms of making the outfit more “relaxed” to suit his blunt yang, as we would be able to see the fabric move around and create different shapes that would have added more visual interest (see how Nicholas Hoult’s open coat and hand in pocket pose gives off a more relaxed vibe). These little styling tweaks could really make a difference.

Moving down the line, we have Yeonjun who is dressed in what looks to be a deep purple version of Soobin’s outfit.

I’ve been back and forth about what Yeonjun’s Kibbe type could be. He definitely is some Yang type but I couldn’t decide if he’s a very slim Flamboyant Natural or perhaps a (Soft) Dramatic?

As a Yang type, again the tonal dressing approach really helps to highlight his long frame. However, his suit doesn’t seem to fit him as well as Soobin’s does. This is now making me think that he could potentially be a Flamboyant Natural too, as this style of clothing appears to be restrictive on his frame (even in videos), rather than highlighting it.

The ruffled neckline and gauzy fabric of his shirt, while more “relaxed” in comparison to his suit, looks to be a bit too delicate for his frame too. Either a heavier fabric or less frills could have worked better with his lines, as it seems to be distracting from him in this case. On the topic of relaxed lines, his hairstyling for the Dior after party seemed to suit him more. It has volume and structure and it frames his face quite nicely.

I also still think that Yeonjun might be flattered more by lighter colors. In natural light, the suit’s colors don’t seem as deep as they do in these red carpet photos but he seems visually weighed down by the darkness of his outfit, imo. Or perhaps they wanted him to take on a more mature image for their PFW debut. Who knows?

Like I’ve said earlier, their outfits look better in motion. When in still photographs, Beomgyu’s coat swallows him up.

Standing at six feet tall, Beomgyu has vertical. However, in comparison to the first three members, his frame is more delicate, and he has some rounded features. Given those, I think Beomgyu could potentially be a Soft Classic Kibbe type. With this Kibbe type, clean and simple lines with a touch of softness would be most harmonious.

Hueningkai shared during their livestream that he and Beomgyu have similar outfits but notice how differently it falls on Beomgyu.

While this outfit has fairly simple lines, the oversized sleeves are a bit much on his slender frame. He could benefit from a coat that had a tad more structure, particularly around the shoulders, or if it were a slimmer fit instead of an oversized one.

Now, the majority of the outfit’s colors do suit Beomgyu, the pink sweater is rather distracting for an Autumn type like him. It’s much too cool and bright for his complexion, imo. It also takes some attention away from his vertical as it breaks up his body. Although it is visually interesting to combine the bright pink with deeper brown pieces, it just wasn’t the most flattering combination on him.

Taehyun’s outfit looks cozy but out of place for an event like Paris Fashion Week, especially when you place him beside the rest of his members who have at least two layers to their outfits for more visual interest.

I haven’t really figured out what Taehyun’s Kibbe type could be yet but am leaning towards the possibility of Dramatic Classic for him, as his proportions are moderate but he has rather angular facial features. That said, he is still a little too young to be typing and it’s possible he could be growing in his other features as he grows older.

Working under the assumption of being a Dramatic Classic though, this outfit would then be a little too yin for his type. While the fabric lends the touch of yang he needs (the texture makes me think of denim somehow), the shape of the sweater is noticeably rounded and the color blocking visually cuts up his body whereas a more tonal palette could have honored his vertical better. Even his hair is rather soft and floppy for his type. A shorter cut with sharper edges tends to flatter him better.

Depending on the lighting, his top appears a little more muted, which is flattering for him, as I think he could also be an Autumn type. While Autumn types tend to pull off browns, this particular shade appears a little too light on him. A deeper shade of brown like Beomgyu’s coat could have worked better for his complexion, imo.

Overall I think it’s a huge boost and testament to TXT’s popularity that they got to attend Paris Fashion Week as a brand ambassador but so far, I’d think that their partnership has produced a few more misses than hits, especially in terms of red carpet attire.

But like I’ve said at the beginning, there were a few looks from the Dior Men FW2024 collection that looked to fit TXT’s image a bit more, and as they already have a history of getting custom outfits from the brand, maybe we’ll end up seeing TXT in couture pieces too? Or at least one can dream so!

If you’ve made it to the end, thank you so much for reading!! Would love to hear your thoughts about their red carpet looks or anything TXT and fashion-related so leave a comment or reblog to share them with me!

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captainzigo · 3 months

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Luster Dawn should've been the first villain of G5

Opaline is fine, but Luster is WAY more interesting as a potential villain

Then again, maybe I'm just salty over Luster being forgotten about after G4

now personally i don't think she is evil. i think she's just a loser. also i dont know if timelines line up for her to be a bad guy in g5 unless she is extremely old, or immortal somehow.

however

that would be awesome if she was evil. or at least misguided. i think her evil plan / evil ways would be unethical friendship experiments. like forcing people to be friends to power a laser. figuring out how to put friendship in jars for later. studying friendship in a lab and putting the test subjects through like science rat mazes. kidnapping people to study their friendship. using friendship magic for evil stuff. making people do weird shit to harvest their friendship more efficiently. that kind of thing.

and in the process of defeating her people would have to like convince her subjects that their contrived super friendships aren't healthy. or that friendship is cooler when a machine isn't sucking it out to use for evil. or even that their friendships are cool, but that they're being used to hurt people.

at first our heroes might even help her because some other threat vaguely justifies having more powerful friendship magic. and the experiments would start out being ethical and kinda cool. like learning how to be better friends by putting it to the test in a lab. or just general social studies. but the whole time leading up to them realizing she is evil, she'd always be ready to take things too far.

she would be unstoppable by even super friendship magic because she would have some of her own. she would keep a few friends of hers in a bunker somewhere to power her with their friendship. she would keep them in a plato's cave truman show style situation. every so often she would visit them to foster their relationship and like give them a bunch of gifts and love. and they would have no idea what she did when she left their cave. a little friendship cult to make her immune to the the-elements-of-harmony-were-just-symbols style friendship blasts even when all else fails.

she's described as twilight's best student, and that's certainly not because of her friendship skills. and if we pretend that that must include starlight, then that probably makes her the most powerful unicorn of all time. so if she goes super freak style with the friendship alchemy then she'd be unstoppable. beating her would mean they'd have to go rainbow power again but this time it's like nebula power, or aurora borealis power or something like that. which would be great for toys

I’ve always thought it would be cool to have a my little pony villain who was like doing friendship, the right way, and had all of this friendship magic stuff as a result, but was also bad and evil. and like the whole lesson can be like some people can be really good friends or even do really nice things and even be really nice people but still do bad things and stuff like that. a lesson I’m sure they’ve had before, but they’ve been going for nine seasons. What lessons haven’t they had. I think luster is a good candidate for this role based on her like two lines from the finale lol.

#I should really write a fanfiction but watch me not do that.#maybe I’ll end up making like one or two spoof comics that vaguely imply this stuff but are horribly limited in scope like I always do lol #this would have to be g4.5 i think #it fits the vibes of g4 better than those of g5 #my little pony #luster dawn

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odyssean-flower · 4 months

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i need your opinions...

working on the promised bonus chapter for the winding path of fate, but it's getting surprisingly long (of course it is) so i just want to know if i should keep it at the same length or shorten it

i just want to know if you guys actually want to read it

it's 2.5k words right now (which isn't a lot for some people, i know), but i keep wondering if i should cut a lot of the preamble out

Here's the whole thing below the cut

Neuvillette didn’t like summer. He found the hot sun and dry air stifling and uncomfortable. If he could have it his way, he would spend the season in a dark, cool, underwater cave somewhere, where the sunlight would be filtered through gallons and gallons of dense, refreshing, soothing water. Of course, it was the season most beloved by the citizens of Fontaine, so he kept his opinion to himself.

That was why on this bright, sunny afternoon, he was currently sitting in the dining room, safely behind a window. There was a cup filled with spring water from Mondstadt in his hand and a stack of the day’s newspapers on the dining table. Everything was at his disposal for whiling the hours away in peaceful tranquility.

However, the newspapers remained untouched, and the contents of his cup had only decreased an infinitesimal amount since he filled it half an hour ago.

Perhaps it was because all his attention was focused on you, who was currently working outside in the front yard.

Half an hour ago, you announced to him and the housekeeper Marie you were going to make your daily observations for the sunflowers and went outside with a notebook and pencil in hand. Half an hour ago, he also decided to sit for a while in the kitchen, which had a large window with a good view of the front yard. It was pleasantly cool there as well.

Neuvillette watched as you carefully jotted down measurements in your notebook after measuring the stems of the plants. He watched as you made sketches while muttering to yourself, though he couldn’t make out your words no matter how much he strained his ears. He watched as you rubbed the small leaves between your fingers. He watched (and nearly rose out of his seat) when you yelped and jumped away when you noticed a bee buzzing near your face. He watched as you tucked errant strands of hair behind your ear, only to have your efforts rendered useless when a sudden breeze would blow your haor against your cheek.

It had been two weeks since you planted the seeds. Similar to what he was doing now, Neuvillette had watched as you puzzled over where to plant them and how many to plant, and then watched as you and Marie dug the holes for the seeds. He offered to help, but you turned him down, saying that you didn’t want him to get dirt on his fine clothes and hair and that there was no way you were going to let the Iudex dig around in the dirt. He wanted to ask why it was okay for you to get dirt on your clothes and say that he had no compunctions about getting messy, especially if it was for your sake, but you were so adamant in your refusal that he had no choice but to back down.

After the seeds were planted, you began this routine of diligently noting down measurements and personal observations every day, rain or shine. You told him that you had done a similar activity with the young students back in your hometown and found it quite enjoyable to watch something grow from a seed to a full-grown plant.

He could relate. As someone who had watched over humanity for hundreds of years, there was something moving, even inspiring, about seeing small settlements transforming into large towns, or mere ideas developing into life-altering inventions.

But still…must you do this in the heat? Neuvillette understood that this was considered mild for Fontainian summers, but wouldn’t it be far more comfortable to do your observations in the evening when it was cooler and darker? Then, I could propose to join her. I’m sure she would let me then.

You had agreed to his request once. Then promptly ushered him back into the house after ten minutes. It had been a particularly sweltering day. According to you, the expression on his face had been “so heartrending that I can’t bear to look at it any longer.”

It was then that you frowned up at the sun before turning in the direction of the house. Neuvillette quickly picked up a newspaper and opened it. His eyes landed on an article about a recent performance at the opera house. The words slipped through his mind like slithering eels.

The door opened. “Just going to get my hat,” you said as you walked into the house. Neuvillette hummed in response, peering at you over the top of the newspaper. You went upstairs to your room. Neuvillette could hear the soft but solid thumping of your feet overhead as you walked around before they descended the stairs once more.

He had never realized until now how quiet his house was until you moved in. It wasn’t as though you were overtly loud or chatty, but before your arrival, his house had been as silent as a tomb most of the time. His housekeeper, aware of his preferences, only spoke the bare minimum to him and kept out of his way, and he almost never had guests over (the Melusines being an exception). The silence had always been a welcome reprieve to him. After a grueling day at court, it was just what he needed.

But these new sounds weren’t so obstructive, he found. The sharp intake of breath whenever a particularly interesting passage in a book was read. The sound of a door being closed quietly after wishing each other good night. The clinking of tableware at a shared dining table.

Yes, they weren’t obstructive. In fact, he was steadily learning that there was a difference between quietness and utter silence. And he was realizing just which of the two who preferred.

You briskly walked past the dining room before stopping and backing up. You poked your head around the door. “I’ll be done with the front yard soon,” you informed him with a straight face.

“Ah...okay,” Neuvillette nodded. His forefinger tapped on the edge of the newspaper.

“Just so you know,” you said, then headed outside again. You put on the hat and resumed your work.

He supposed the sun was the reason you were wearing that hat. He himself had no strong opinion on them, except for the knowledge that most of the ones he tried made him look faintly ridiculous. He was aware that they were popular among the fashionable ladies and gentlemen in the Court of Fontaine, popularized by Furina’s well-publicized love for them. He was familiar with the ordinance passed a few years ago that limited the heights of the hats in the opera house, on account of the complaints that they obstructed the view greatly. He liked the one you wore for your wedding.

But right now, he couldn’t say that he was terribly fond of them.

They certainly do obstruct the view greatly, he thought, unconsciously frowning as the floppy brim of the hat obscured your eyes.

The lavender bow tied around the crown of the hat caught his eye. He had seen this hat before and was sure that the ribbon had been green, the color of new spring shoots. Why did you change it? Because of the change in seasons? He heard from the Melusines that it was a recent trend among young ladies to decorate their hats with ribbons, lace, flowers, and other accessories to match the season. The thought of you carefully choosing between ribbons of different hues with the same serious look on your face when you were choosing where to plant the sunflower seeds brought a small smile unbidden to his lips.

Just then, you turned your head in his direction. He hurriedly turned back to the newspaper. For some reason, his heart was beating a little faster than before.

Neuvillette was aware that there were certain tenets of human etiquette that one must follow, lest one be branded as an eccentric. Not staring at people was one of the most fundamental ones. He himself had been guilty of it on many occasions when he first came to the Court of Fontaine. As he became more accustomed to human society, he learned to stop doing it, but it appeared that he was falling back into his old habits when it came to you.

He hadn’t the slightest idea why. It wasn’t as though you were doing anything strange. In fact, you were a perfectly ordinary woman. True, there were times when you would say something out of the blue or do something so unexpected that he was left agonizing over your every word and gesture, trying to glean clues that would explain why you would smile at him sometimes but sometimes not, and attempting to figure out how to replicate what he did...

You were like a puzzle box that contained precious treasure. He didn’t know what that treasure was, or what he would do with it should he obtain it, but it didn’t matter. He wanted it.

Would my brethren laugh at me if they saw how much a mere human has affected me, he wondered. Of course, they would have mocked him long ago for his fascination with humanity.

Neuvillette was roused out of his thoughts by a knock on the window. You were standing there, looking directly at him. He stood up from his chair and moved to the window until the only thing separating the two of you was the glass pane.

“Monsieur Neuvillette,” you said. You sounded like one of the Maison Gestion clerks reporting to him. “I’m going to the backyard now.”

“All right. But there is no need for you to report your every movement to me, Madame.”

“But I’m saying this for your benefit, sir. Since you like watching me so much.”

That was all you said before you turned around and walked to the back of the house.

Neuvillette was left standing there with his eyes slightly widened and a flush creeping up from his neck.

He heard a soft cough from behind him and turned around. Marie was standing there, her mouth pressed together tightly. She was holding a large bowl of watermelon diced into cubes.

“I was going to give this to Madame...but I think you would be more suited for the task, Monsieur,” she said, holding out the bowl to him.

He thanked her and briskly walked to the veranda doors. His mind was racing, trying to figure out how to apologize to you. You didn’t seem angry—it was quite possible that you were teasing him, which was something you were beginning to do more recently. But it was better to be safe than sorry.

He opened the doors and was met with a wall of heat. He grimaced but stepped outside. He sat down on the veranda seat and placed the bowl on the small glass table in front of him. At least there was shade here. He crossed his legs, then thought better of it. It looked too casual.

He heard your footsteps coming around to the garden and stood up. You still weren’t smiling when you saw him, only looking at him with that piercing gaze. His heart sank. Were you that angry at him?

“Madame,” he quickly said when you approached him. “I offer my sincerest apologies for watching you. You must have felt terribly awkward. I know that it’s rude behavior towards a lady such as you. I promise to never do it again.”

You looked at him for a moment. Neuvillette tried to read your eyes but gleaned nothing. You then moved your gaze to the bowl on the table. “Oh, watermelon!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands together. “Let me go wash my hands.”

You went back into the house through the veranda doors. Neuvillette remained standing where he was. He was now sure that you were furious at him. The droning of the cicadas couldn’t drown out his heartbeat thumping in his ears. Perhaps he should take his leave, as you wouldn’t want to see him. And yet, he remained rooted to the spot.

You came back after a few minutes and sat yourself down, then reached for a watermelon cube. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back slightly. “This is really good watermelon,” you said. Then, you opened your eyes and looked up at him. “You should sit down, sir.”

He sat down, trying to avert his gaze. He had to readjust his position when he realized that he had sat down on his hair. You were tactfully looking away as he did so. “I must once again apolo—”

“I heard you the first time,” you interrupted him. “I accept it.”

“Ah,” Neuvillette blinked as he felt a heavy weight lift from his being. “Thank you very much.” His throat was suddenly parched. He reached for a watermelon cube and put it in his mouth. The refreshing sweetness was very pleasant indeed.

“I do find it a bit unnerving when I look in the window and see a white figure staring back at me,” you said after swallowing another piece of watermelon. “It’s like something out of a horror novel.”

“My...my apologies,” he said. Your words stung him a bit (did he truly look that unsettling?), but they were well-deserved.

The next words that came out of your mouth surprised him. “I’ll start doing my observations later in the day, when it’s cooler,” you said, resting your chin in your hands. “I think it’s better for the both of us that way.”

“Are you saying...” Could this possibly be an invitation?

“Well...it occurred to me that I really didn’t have any right to tell you what you can or can’t do in your house,” you looked to the side slightly, as though embarrassed. “If you truly want to accompany me outside in the heat, then feel free to do so. I just don’t want to force you to do unpleasant things when you don’t need to, so I’ll accommodate you.”

Always so considerate...I wish she would be less so, he thought with a rush of emotions. He would have to decipher them later, because you were speaking again.

“I don’t quite understand why you’re so interested in watching me. It can’t be terribly interesting.”

“On the contrary, I find it fascinating to watch you at work,” Neuvillette put all his sincerity into those words. “You’re very meticulous. The sunflowers are sure to be brilliant when they bloom under your care.”

“I sure hope so. It was a lot of work digging all those holes,” you said, giving him a look. Another thing he found endearingly frustrating: you were terrible at receiving compliments. “But I think most of the credit should go to the good soil and the rain that fell for the past few weeks. The very timely rains, I might add.”

“Oh?” he kept his tone neutral. “Timely rains?”

“Mm-hmm,” you tilted your head to the side, looking up at the sky. The fruit juices on your lips glistened in the sun. He was almost disappointed when you dabbed at your mouth with a handkerchief. “It’s interesting that it started raining so much just after I planted the last seed.”

“Indeed, although it could also be a coincidence. One can never predict the weather exactly.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #the winding path of fate

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callsign-fox · 2 years

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Long Time No See - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Fem!Benjamin (Penny’s Sister)

Prompt: You run into an old flame working at The Hard Deck.

Written with my darling, @fanficgirl429 <3

Enjoy xoxo Be sure to like and reblog to support your authors!!

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It was a busy night at The Hard Deck when Y/N arrived to help her sister manage the bar for the night. She looked over the faces, recognizing most of them from the usual Saturday crowd. Y/N smiled at them all as she made her way behind the bar, grabbing an apron in the process.

“I really appreciate you coming in tonight. I know you had a date,” her sister Penny said, placing a beer in front of one of the patrons.

Y/N nodded and tied the apron around her waist, “It’s fine, I wasn’t super interested in him anyway. I'd much rather spend the night with my favorite sister.”

“I’m your only sister.”

Y/N poured herself a shot of whiskey and took it back before Penny could take it from her.

“Hey! What did I tell you about taking shots on the clock?” she said, pointing at her younger sister.

“Remember, I’m your only sister! Besides, I didn’t clock in yet.”

The door to the bar swung open, and a familiar group of pilots walked in. Y/N waved at one of them, beckoning them over to the bar.

“Hey girl!” The female pilot yelled as she shoved her way toward the bar, “Long time no see!”

Y/N looked up at her and smiled, “Look who it is, it’s Phoenix! My favorite pilot.” She pulled two beers from the cooler and placed them in front of Phoenix and her friend Bob, “Can I get him anything?”

Phoenix turned to the other pilot on her right, one that Y/N was all too familiar with.

Bradley Bradshaw.

“Hello gorgeous, who might you be?” Bradley asked, winking in Y/N’s direction.

She didn’t care much that he didn’t realize who she was, considering it had been almost 10 years since the last time they saw each other. However, she recognized him, it was hard to forget those golden brown eyes, and that beautiful smile.

“Don’t even think about it Bradshaw!” Penny said from the other end of the bar, pointing in his direction.

Bradley lifted his head up and frowned at Penny, “What? I can’t get to know the new bartender?”

Y/N shook her head and laughed, “What a shame! You became a big shot pilot and now you’re too cool to remember your oldest friends.” She turned around to grab another bottle from the cooler and that was when he noticed the paper plane tattoo.

“Holy shit! Y/N?” Bradley asked, leaning against the bar.

“It’s nice to see you too Bradshaw,” Y/N said, placing a beer down in front of him. “Is this still your favorite?”

Bradley nodded. His eyes ran along her body as he said, “Damn, you look amazing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at his comment and looked over at Phoenix, who adorned a devilish smile.

“You two know each other?” Phoenix asked.

“Yeah,” Bradley said.

Y/N nodded, “We grew up together.”

Phoenix looked between Y/N and Bradley, sensing there was more to the story. “You two used to fuck, didn’t you?”

“What?!” Penny cried, dropping a glass on the floor. She pointed a finger at Bradley, “Leave us, please!”

Penny turned towards her younger sister. “You and Bradshaw hooked up? How many times did this happen?”

“A few times.”

“Okay, and…”

Y/N shrugged. “What? It was really good, but also a long time ago.”

Y/N glanced across the bar to where Bradley was playing pool with the other pilots. Their eyes met for a brief moment before she looked away.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Penny shook her head. “I’m going to grab another case of beer. Can you watch the bar for a minute?”

Y/N nodded as Penny disappeared into the back. She turned to Phoenix who was staring at her friend in silence.

“What?”

“It makes so much sense now.”

“What does?” Y/N asked.

Phoenix smiled. “You’re the Y/N Bradshaw wouldn’t shut up about. The one that got away?”

Y/N stared at her friend for a moment, absorbing the information that she was just given. She glanced over at the pool table but Bradley was no longer there. Her heart sank for a moment but when she turned around, he was standing on the other side of the counter.

Phoenix smiled at her and walked off before Y/N turned back to Bradley.

“What time do you get off?” he asked.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’d like to walk you home. Do you still live down the road?”

Y/N thought about his question for a moment. She couldn’t believe what Phoenix had just revealed to her. After contemplating her answer, she finally responded.

“I do, and I get off in an hour.”

“Sounds like a date,” Bradley said and returned back to his friends.

The rest of the night went smoothly. Fifteen minutes before Y/N’s shift was over she received a text from Bradley, informing her that he would be outside waiting. When the bar was almost empty, Penny turned to Y/N and told her that she could leave. Y/N pulled off her apron and placed it on the counter.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she told Penny.

On the way outside, she glanced at her reflection in the window to make sure that she still looked presentable.

Bradley was sitting on the bench, just outside the bar. He smiled when he saw her and put his phone in his back pocket.

“I was hoping she would let you off early,” he said, falling into step beside her.

Y/N laughed. “She normally doesn’t.”

“Maybe she did it so you could hang out with me sooner?”

“Doubt it. I don’t think she likes me hanging out with you anymore.”

The two of them were quiet for a moment, the only sound was the waves crashing on the shore. Bradley finally broke the silence when he said, “Doesn’t this bring back memories?”

“Any specific ones you have in mind?”

“For starters, didn’t there used to be a lifeguard shack here?”

Y/N laughed. “Oh, you’re thinking about that night. And yes, they tore that down a couple years ago.”

“Too bad, we could have re-created it.”

Y/N shoved Bradley and smiled, “Is that all you have on your mind?”

“No, it actually isn’t.”

The two of them turned off the beach and made their way up the boardwalk to Y/N’s house. Once they got to the door, Y/N turned around to look at him.

“So, what exactly is it that you have on your mind?”

Bradley looked over at the girl that stood in front of him, his eyes lingering on her perfect smile.

“I have to be honest, I was hoping to run into you when I went to the bar tonight. I’ve thought about you, actually, I’ve never stopped thinking about you in all the time we’ve been apart.”

Y/N stood there in silence, staring at Bradley while he continued.

“I was always worried that if I told you I wanted something more, I would lose you. But, seeing as we haven’t seen each other in so long and I may not see you again after today, I had to let you know how I felt.”

Y/N shook her head while running her hand through her hair, “If you would have told me that back then, you definitely wouldn’t have lost me. I was hoping you’d wander into the bar one day when I was there.”

Bradley smiled and took a step closer to her, “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said, taking a step toward him.

He stepped forward one more time, closing the gap between them. He placed his hand softly against her cheek and leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers.

Y/N smiled into the kiss, “I was hoping you would do that.”

Bradley smiled and kissed her again, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her in tight.

After a moment they both pulled away, Y/N turning to open her back door. She slowly turned to face him, and smiled.

“Do you want to come in?”

“You know that I do,” Bradley said, following her into the house, and closing the door behind him.

@mrsroosterbradshaw02 @dempy @luckyladycreator2 @fangirlofallthings22

#rooster #rooster imagines #rooster imagine #rooster fanfiction #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagines #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #penny benjamin #top gun #top gun imagines #top gun imagine #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagines #top gun maverick fanfiction

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queen-astras · 4 months

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Pearl and Grian Being Sibs

Pearl was at her base with Grian. As siblings there was a moral obligation to hang out at least once in a while. And not that Pearl would ever admit it, but she enjoyed these sessions however much she pretended to be annoyed every other month. They’d been sitting in companionable silence for the past couple minutes.

“You know how you’re really annoying?” Grian said suddenly. Pearl looked at him like ‘gee, thanks’.

“Yeah, but you honestly can’t say much.”

“See, I’ve devised a way to find out who’s more annoying.”

“And you’ve been doing this instead of working on your base?” Pearl teased. Grian fluttered his wings so that they smacked her. “Fine.”

“It actually came to me when I was cleaning my room. I found a whole lot of feathers that have just fallen off. And I don’t want to throw them away. So I thought you would like them.”

“Yes, I want them, but what does that have to do with how annoying I am?”

“I knew you would want them. But I didn’t feel like being that easy to work with. So every time I’m annoying, I get to give you a feather. The catch is, every time YOU’RE annoying, you have to give me something.”

“I can work with that. You’re really annoying anyway. But what do I give you in return? I don’t have a whole lot of something.”

“You DO have a whole lot of wooden soup spoons that you buy since you make a lot of soup.”

“I don’t have that many…” her brother raised his eyebrows.

“Here.” He opened a nearby cabinet and pulled out a box from the bottom that was half as tall as he was (which honestly wasn’t saying much), filled almost fully with soup spoons.

“And I know that’s not the last of them. You’ve got another box around here somewhere, I know it.”

“Okay, fine.” Pearl admitted. “Maybe I do have a thing for wooden soup spoons that I can’t do anything with.”

“Excellent! So whenever you’re annoying, you have to give me one of them. The other catch is that you can’t purposely be less annoying.”

“Deal.”

Four months later

“Why’d you call me here? I was going to show you something at my base.”

“Well, I’ve got to show you something first, then we can go to your pile of rocks.” He fluffed up his wings in indignation.

“Okay, what?”

“I made some art with your feathers! You always have a lot of big blue feathers, medium red feathers, and little yellow ones, I’ve noticed. So I designed the perfect pillowcase!”

Pearl proudly pointed to a rectangular throw pillow that was sitting on a shelf. It depicted the Australian flag, but rather than the white of the stars and Union Jack, it was yellow. Grian walked over and stood on his toes to better see it.

“Wow. Those are all mine. Of course it’s beautiful.”

“Unfortunately you don’t have white feathers, but yellow’s close enough.”

“Oh, you could have just asked if you wanted white feathers.” Grian closed his eyes for a couple seconds, and before her very eyes the yellow feathers became white in a rippling motion from the inside out. The girl’s mouth dropped open.

“You’re telling me that if I wanted to make a Canadian flag I could just ask you for a lot of big red and white feathers?”

“Yup. Avians can shift wings and wing colours.”

“Annoying pigeon.” In response, his wings shifted blue grey - like a pigeon.

“We should go over to my place,” Grian said, shifting his wings back. once he decided that Pearl had gaped enough.

“Funnily enough,” he remarked as they traversed through the nether. “I made some art with your spoons too.”

“Great to see that they’re not just collecting dust anymore.”

“Oh no,” he said very seriously. “They’re still going to be collecting dust, just in a cooler way.” Pearl snorted.

“Here we are!” Grian said, heading to his living room. The white walls used to be blank before, but now one was decorated. The spoons had been arranged in a pattern with spiral arms extending from the center all the way to the edges of the wall. They’d been painted various shades of green, too.

Floating shelves (which upon closer inspection were made of soup spoons) were stuck in between the arms, and they held cute succulents and photos of various Hermits (Pearl and Scar occurring a lot). As expected, the parents were absent.

“That’s a very BDubs style accent wall, I’ll say that.” Pearl quipped.

“He did help me with it, actually. Not that that makes it any less good.”

“No, you’re good. Stress actually helped me with mine as well.” They turned to face each other, plopping down on the couch.

“So what we learned is that we’re both really annoying.”

#writeblr #writers #grian #hermitcraft #hermitcraft grian #hermitcraft fanfic #fanfic #pearlescentmoon #skyblings

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worldheadcanons · 1 year

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You know that Kaguya sama episode where Shirogane finally got some sleep and he finally looks well rested and expected Kaguya to find him more attractive but doesn't work because she has a glaring kink?

That scenario with England shaving his eyebrows to be thinner to impress the reader but she just looks at him like😑. While internally she's all 'Why? Why did you shave them? You looked cooler with your thick brows, and now you look like any average guy in the streets'

☆ i actually like your thick eyebrows!

starring. . . feminine reader and england.

author notes; i think the title is super funny like those random ‘reincarnated as a slime prince’ animes.. i’m never changing it so don’t ask. if you want to recommend this piece to others you WILL refer to it by its proper title “i actually like your thick eyebrows!” thank you. this is not proofread btw lol

> arthur kirkland!

— he huffed softly as he looked at himself in the mirror, taking in the appearance of his face. it was a daily occurrence for kirkland to wash up and look himself over before heading out the door. today, however, he paid special attention to his eyebrows. his thick.. some would say ugly.. eyebrows. he doesn’t know what possessed him to pick up his razor but one thing led to another and a couple seconds later, he was staring at a completely different arthur in the mirror. a more youthful arthur.. a cooler arthur.. an arthur with thinner eyebrows. by the time he was done tending to himself he was almost late for work. he hurried out the door, calling out a quick ‘i love you, bye!’ to his wife upstairs.

— you had no clue why he was in the bathroom for so long. usually he would’ve been out of the door much earlier. you figured it was something trivial though, so you didn’t bother investigating the matter further. as he called out his daily ‘i love you’ you replied with your daily ‘i love you too’ before deciding to get up and get ready for the day ahead of you. both of you worked each day so you didn’t see him again until the evening when it was time for dinner. you had both previously decided on getting a simple meal tonight. chinese takeout. it was delicious, cheap, and easy to work with.

— with all that in mind, there you were, sitting at the kitchen table eating some of your takeout. you always got him earlier than your husband. you tried to wait for kirkland but he was taking too long to get home. just as you were eyeing one of his egg rolls, tempted to steal it for yourself, you heard the front door of your home open. “welcome home! i’m in the kitchen,” you called out, letting him know where you were.

— you heard the rustling of him taking off his coat and putting it in its place. there was a few footstep noises and then.. voila, there he was. as soon as he walked in and you were able to see his complete face, your jaw dropped. your eye might’ve twitched. arthur was.. ugly. not extremely ugly but something was.. off. something about his face was different today. it wasn’t the same. you didn’t like it but you didn’t want to be rude. you couldn’t even place your finger on what exactly was wrong, so you just put on a smile and asked him about his day.

— “good!” he replied cheerfully, sitting himself down across from you and opening up his box of takeout. he took in a nice forkful of food before continuing to speak. “very good. notice anything uh.. new about me?”

— you let out a small hum before responding. “it’s something to do with your face but it’s not your hair,” you began, taking this opportunity to examine his face. his mouth was the same, ever so kissable. his nose was perfectly normal.. his cheek still had the same scar it did when you first met him.. what about his eyes? no, they were perfectly fine.. perfectly fine eyes.. wait. softly, you gasped. “your eyebrows! what did you do to them?” your surprise barely managed to hide the fact that you disliked the change.

— he grinned, proud as a peacock at his new look. “i shaved them so they’re a bit thinner. what do you think?” kirkland asked, waggling his eyebrows assumedly for you. ew… at this, you frowned slightly.

— “it’s ugly,” you said bluntly, picking up a forkful of fried rice and putting it in your mouth. you continued on eating, keeping your eyes mostly focused on the food in front of you instead of your husband’s eyebrows.

— “i know right— wait, ugly?” he narrowed his eyes, trying to scan your face for any hint of sarcasm. you could be quite the cheeky lady when you wanted to be. it was one of the many things he loved about you. unfortunately, it seemed that you were being completely honest right now. you really didn’t like his thin eyebrows. arthur sputtered a bit, “ugly how? everyone complimented me at work today. even francis liked it. he said i looked less ugly than usual which basically means handsome!”

— you finished chewing the food in your mouth, swallowing before talking. “i just don’t like it.”

— “but francis said—“ he began.

— “francis isn’t your wife, arthur, i am,” you replied, showing him your hand and pointing towards the ring he had bought you a year or two ago. your voice had raised slightly, and some anger could be heard in your tone. it wasn’t purposeful but the situation had escalated rather quickly. it wasn’t an argument.. but it felt like one. neither one of you wanted to fight really, so things went quiet for a few moments as you both reassessed the situation.

— he was the first to break the silence, shifting in his seat before quietly asking, “you really like my thick eyebrows?”

— “of course. you look.. too plain without them. i think they’re charming,” you said, glancing up at kirkland. you hadn’t expected to be greeted with a look of fascination. you had always thought it was obvious that you enjoyed his various unique features.

— he smiled a little at you, quirking his head to the side. “you do? really?”

— “yup.. hopefully they grow back soon. i miss your bushy brows.”

— he quickly finished up his food. when he was done, arthur got up and wrapped his arms around your waist. he hugged you from your side, kissing at your cheek gently. “thank you, love. thank you.” he was truly grateful to have your love. just hugging you and kissing you wasn’t enough, no. he had to tell you thank you. he had to tell you over and over. even as his words became unintelligible, you could tell he was saying thank you.

— as he finally moved to pull himself away from your warmth, you stopped him, taking hold of his face gently. his cheeks were cupped by your gentle hands for a moment or two. then you used your thumbs to gently trace over kirkland’s now thin eyebrows. “please, please grow back soon,” you mumbled under your breath, staring at his eyebrows.

— “they will, love. they will,” he murmured in reply, chuckling softly. he could burn them off and they’d still grow back just as thick. it was a fact that used to make him upset but.. it bothered him much less now. now he felt.. almost excited. he was excited for their return because he knew you’d be excited. and when you were excited.. arthur blushed slightly at his thoughts. it would be a special night, that was for sure.

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