hmm not sure about the coloring

sweet lies

summary: He dodged the subject of his career as much as possible but he still had to lie. Until he finally decided to tell you about it all.

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

pairing: park chanyeol x fem reader 

genre: angst, fluff, smut, mob! au 

word count: 3k

warnings: mentions of blood and violence, fingering 

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Peacock and Other Theories

I thought about it on my way home and so I’ve basically jumped off the turtle!Nino bandwagon and jumped on the peacock!Nino bandwagon.

I have a lot of reasons for doing so. 

One, as was stated in my previous post, Nino shares a color scheme with Duusu–that being red and blue–as well as the eye print theme - 

This is important because a majority of the other miraculous holders share color schemes and themes with their kwami - 


Pinks and blacks (cuz Tikki seems more like a deep pink than red), plus, Tikki has freckles like Mari if you look closely enough at the image above. Additionally, Marinette has spots on her clothes.  


Adrien only has a black shirt, but his eyes are green like Plagg’s and his shirt stripes, while also having yellow, are variations of green and purple (the inside of Plagg’s mouth is purple). 

Alya has oranges in her shirt and has a general warm color theme in her hair and eyes. Also, depending on Trixx’s final design, the kwami will either have matching yellow eyes to Alya’s (as it looks like it does above) or purple eyes as was in what was initially announced of the fox design. Either one works as Alya has purple accents in her shirt. Also, she has that beauty spot and Trixx has little spots above their eyes. 

Yellow and black, stripes, blue eyes. Pretty obvious I think. 


Furthermore, I had previously argued that Nino looks more like a turtle than a peacock as far as his facial features, but I’m not so sure anymore. Nino’s nose has always been rather exaggerated and I presumed to think he looked like a turtle because of how his smile turned out, but I think it would be silly not to admit that Nino’s nose is rather beak-ish. 

And while his hair could look rather shellish–in reference to a turtle–it could also be flat like a peacock’s. With the symbolic adornment of Nino’s hat in place of the sticky-up feathers. 

The other miraculous users look respectively like their “animals” too, as I’ve pointed out before. I don’t have comparison pictures of Mari and Chloe, because they don’t look like actual bugs, but their features are small and “buggy,” so that’s worth considering. Also - 


Cat. So much cat. 

Wide smile beneath a cute nose. Fox, fox, fox (I called this one WAY before the spoiler, just fyi. It’s so obvious). 


So yeah, anyway. Peacock!Nino. I know the peacock we’ve seen is clearly feminine, but if it is Mama Agreste, I don’t see her as being the active peacock miraculous holder. She doesn’t fit the age demographic for being a hero and the kids already have their teacher/guide in Master Fu. I would imagine that scan is of the past or a short time period of use, or is symbolic. Whether it’s through Adrien or Mama Agreste, I think Nino has a good chance of eventually getting the peacock, especially with that eye shirt he has as well as being Adrien’s best friend. 

Like usual, this is all speculation and really holds no basis in canon. It’s all based on my observations, as usual, which change depending on the info released, but as of now, this is just an idea I had floating around in my head. I also think it would be really cool to see Nino sporting something as flamboyant as the peacock. He’s so chill, I assume he would pull it off swimmingly, especially since he’s already a performer :D

Oh, also, since we were talking about color and design connections, I’d like to show you this guy - 

Next to this guy - 

Next to this guy - 

Next to this cutie - 

Next to this guy - 

Colors and designs sure are interesting, huh (and scarves sure do a good job of covering things up, hmm?)


THAT IS ALL! I WILL RETURN FROM WHERE I CAME!


I NEED PEACOCK!NINO! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!

Earth 2 Harrison Wells x Reader – Nightmare

Imagine having a horrible nightmare about Zoom and Harry comforting you.

Note: I’m so sorry for not posting for more than a week, I didn’t really have a lot of time to write and it’ll probably get even worse in the upcoming 3 weeks. I’ll still try to post as much as I can but I promise that after I (hopefully lol) successfully graduate, there will be a lot of fics coming up!
(Still working on the part 2 of my last fic!)
Gif not mine.

Harry has always warned you, all of you, about how dangerous Zoom can be and what he’s capable of.

You knew that Barry isn’t ready. Not yet. You knew that somewhere deep down inside. He still had to get better, faster, stronger. But the clock was ticking, time was running out. And desperate times call for desperate measures.

Fighting Zoom that night was a horrible idea and you couldn’t stop blaming yourself. Barry shouldn’t have faced him. Not alone at least.

You could have stopped him. You should have.

And now Barry was stuck in a wheelchair barely able to walk.

Zoom’s power was much greater than you imagined and it was hard to believe that he thing under the mask is still human.

How were you supposed to beat him now? Without Barry. Was it even possible?

It was driving you crazy. You barely even slept anymore. And when you finally did, you woke up screaming. The few past night were horrible and this one was no different.

You opened you eyes wide, breathing heavily, heart pounding in the state of emergency.

After a second of massively intense panic you realized it was all just a dream.

Just a dream.

The same as always. All over again. You see Zoom fighting Barry that night again. But this time the red speedster doesn’t make it out alive.

Quickly glancing around you made you realize you fell asleep on that tiny little sofa in your workshop once more. You sit up drawing your knees closer to your chest and laying your head on top of them as you started sobbing quietly.

It was okay to cry, right? There was no one there after all. Just you and the darkness. So you thought. You didn’t even notice the sound of the door opening.

„Y/N, did you see my-“

The familiar voice forced you to look up meeting the gaze of the genius scientist. You wanted to say something … but you couldn’t.

Even though the room was pretty dark, there was enough light for him to notice the state you were in. Red, tear-rimmed eyes, with watery streak falling down your cheeks.

„Y/N … are you alright?“ Harry asked gently as he came closer and leaned over to wipe the tears away from your face.

You weren’t used to that side of him. And you definitely didn’t want him to see you like this. But you simply couldn’t stop the tears rolling down one after another.

He didn’t really need an answer as he could pretty easily tell that you were not alright.

„Come here.“ He said softly as he picked you up in his arms, you instantly wrapping your legs around his waist and burying your head in his shoulder as he held you.

He knew exactly where you had your music since he spent quite some time here lately as Cisco couldn’t stand Harry’s habit of throwing stuff around when he was pissed off.

He pushed the little button and a song started to play. Probably one of your favourites.

You had no idea where he was going with all this but you couldn’t complain, it was actually really nice. You finally felt like you could let go.

You tangled your arms around his neck and let the tears pour down your face once again, your voice muffled as you pressed yourself tight against his shoulder.

He didn’t say anything. He was just there for you. Gently stroking your back with one hand and slowly sliding his fingers through your hair with the other one as he swayed lightly on his feet.

None of you said a word, uncertain about how much time has passed.

„.Harry?…“ You finally spoke. „Can I ask you something?“

„Hmm?“ He nodded. There was a surprise in his voice but you could see the relief in his eyes when he noticed you were feeling slightly better.

„… why are you being so nice to me?“

You couldn’t tell for sure because of the dark but you could swear his cheeks colored, subtly, but still, as he averted your gaze for few seconds before looking back.

„… because I care about you.“

A genuine smile appeared on your face.

„I care about you, too.“

He seemed like didn’t expect such answer at first but he smiled back, with a real smile, a smile you haven’t seen from him before.

„Come on, you’re not sleeping alone tonight.“ He whispered as he kissed you forehead softly before you could embarrass him any further.

—Next morning—

„Harry, HARRY! We’ve got a proble-“ Cisco screamed out as he rushed in through the door. „ … ou. Sorry.“

„Did you guys like … sleep together?“

„No. Well, yes, we did sleep together … but we didn’t sleep together …“ Harry tried to explain but failed miserably.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

„He’s trying to say we didn’t make out.“

„… yet.“ Cisco added winking at you causing you face to turn red.

Space Mall Shenanigans

She had a list.

She had made a list.

That was a level of organization that Pidge rarely worked on. Her mother would be proud. That list included the eight or so food items Hunk needed, Lance’s absurd amount of beauty products, Coran needed new heat capacitors for the Castle engines, Shiro had asked for ‘something nice’ when pressed, and the whole point of the trip was so Pidge could get her computer parts. She had intentions and Keith was off somewhere getting lost. This was going to be great.

Returning to the space mall felt like a foolish maneuver but she figured that as long as she didn’t go fountain diving again, everything’d be square. She wore a hoodie and kept the hood up. Her disguise was impenetrable. She managed to buy Hunk’s needs first at a small interplanetary market that promised to deliver the ingredients to a predetermined location in space where Pidge could pick them up. She got Lance some sort of facial cream and something that might’ve been eyeliner and practiced her shrug in the bathroom mirror for when he complained at her.

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anonymous asked:

Promt 86 and 35 :)

86. “You’ve never smoked anything in your life.”

35. “I’ll just tell your mom on you.”

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“So don’t be mad okay?”

Theo closed his book slowly, letting it rest on his chest and sighed. “You know, when you start a sentence that way it almost always guarantees that I’m going to be mad.” He sat up in his bed and raised an eyebrow at Liam. He could smell the nervousness rolling off him in waves.

“So… uh… I kind of… well I mean not kind of… but I uh…” Liam stuttered. Theo pinched the bridge of his nose tightly and closed his eyes. Whatever it was he was going to be pissed, he could tell.

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Goodness (Nobuyuki)

Title: Goodness
Series: Samurai Love Ballad: Party
Relationships: Sanada Yukimura/Sanada Akiba, Sanada Nobuyuki/Sanada Akiba
Rating: M. Hoo boy.
Wordcount: high

Sanada Akiba loves her earnest, sweet husband, and hopes she is like Yukimura. She is. Her goodness gets her into trouble.

Her keenness sees her through it.

HERE is my dirty, dirty story baby of the last few days. Be warned that this involves Yukimura’s MC/Wife having sex with NOT YUKIMURA. If you love Yukimura (so does she, and so does Nobuyuki, if that helps?) and that thought breaks your heart, it is probably not a good life choice for you to read this. If you think Nobuyuki is too yandere or clever or hot for his own good, it might be a good life choice for you to read this. No shame either way! Live your bliss.

This clocks in at around 7500 words. It’s also being posted at Ao3, broken into two pieces. I’ll link that later.

The idea for this pretty much demanded sex, but this is the first time in a while that I’ve written it. I’m so sorry if things are stilted. Everyone knows authors love comments and I’m particularly begging for them here. Please feel EXTREMELY WELCOME to let me know what you think, if you are so inclined. Comment or message. Whatever works for you!

Tagging beautiful, generous wonderpeople @yuyuisakura @unicornthug4life @phantomofthelabyrinth @little-mini-me-world @opossumlyotterlyinsane the very dear @dear-mrs-otome @daebakdays-blog @quincette (I am not worthy) and @saialock , with much appreciation.

Xoxo!

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✧✧ It’s here! ✧✧

This is a bit late, since I technically hit my 100th follower last night, but I’ve been busy studying and wanted to sit down for this only after I had relieved all of that stress.

This small family of mine is growing slowly, so I want to be sure to thank you guys properly as we go! Here’s what we’ll do:

Send me an ask with any flower emoji for a blog rate but be sure to tell me something about you first. It can be absolutely anything: the color of your room, what feature you like best about you, your favorite song, what you ate today - anything that’ll give me a sense of who’s with me on this journey!

Format for blog rates:

  • url: Hmm | Nice! | Love it | I’m floored, it’s perfect! ✧
  • icon: Hmm | Cute! | Love it | I wouldn’t have chosen anything else!✧
  • posts: Hmm | Inter-esting | I want more! | Should I just reblog everything? I think yes.✧
  • mobile theme: Hmm | Cute! | Love it | Can I.. steal it.. ✧
  • desktop theme: Hmm | Nice!! |  Love it! | It’s perfect, you’re perfect ✧
  • following: No, sorry! | I am now! | Forever. ✧
  • + a small note from me, maybe?

Thank you guys, let’s always do our best, together and not!

Fei 🍃🌼

WELL alrighty caught up with 17776 for now, some scattered thoughts:

  • loved loved loved that opening, excellent characterization and the way you get not only a sense of time passing but that said sense is only the tip of the iceberg considering a >20-year span is. wow. great stuff and very clever foreshadowing for the space station reveal, especially with the “little sister” having the number after the supposed older sibling.
  • I continue to not know fuckall about football in any form and suspect my enjoyment of the story would be greatly enhanced by thereof, but I can’t say I’m interested enough to learn more so I’m just gonna roll with it
    • that said the form of the game has changed so much it doesn’t seem to matter a whole lot, I can figure it out from context more or less
  • okay now here’s the big part ya ready
  • [squidward-FUUUTUUURRREEEEEE.gif]
  • I am a MASSIVE sucker for immortality and technology themes and the fact both are prominent here? NICE nice nice very hecking nice
  • I don’t trust those nanos one bit
  • the videos with the space station chats are great, seeing them “type” in real time is an interesting touch
  • was juice having some kind of technical issue with the “cheese and ham” stuff
  • while I can see why everyone compares it to homestuck it’s really only the chatlog/color/taking advantage of the Internet as a medium thing imo
  • you don’t see kids around, huh..? Hmm. surely there’s gotta be at least a good few thousand who’ve tried, and seeing as it seems like everyone’s stuck in whatever condition they were in when somehow immortalized, that. begs some questions.
  • seriously what about people who were dying of illness or growing up or. my god I have so many questions I love this worldbuilding!!
  • finally a piece of ongoing media I can get into again and it’s about fucking sportsball

Introducing three new Pearls to the Finding Stars In Desolate Skies series: Silver, Chroma, and Aura! I’ve been working with @cym70 for a while on the design for her gems, and it’s awesome to get to show them off now! Be sure to give the newest chapter of Burn Bright a read if you’re curious about these three, her work is really fantastic! 

Of course I’m not gonna spoil anything about these gals here, but…. hmm… I wonder why they’re wearing each other’s colors?

Nohrian Festival: Leo and Kamui Married Conversation Pt. 1 & 2

I’ve put their unmarried conversation up HERE already. It’s actually pretty interesting to read them side-by-side because the conversation is mostly the same with several changes here and there to reflect that they are now married. Particularly at the end of Pt. 2. It takes a huge deviation.

I’d suggest reading them side-by-side to compare. It’s pretty neat. 

And of course, I had to put Kamui as a pure female. My apologizes to all BrotherxBrother shippers out there.

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Giorno Giovanna returns home from fifth grade to find a stranger waiting for him at his stepfather’s table. He hesitates in the doorway, assessing. The man is a priest, or something like one- Giorno recognizes the black habit and the shorn hair, but no priest he’s ever met has been accompanied by his own devil. A spectral form banded in purple and white floats behind the priest, staring at Giorno through lifeless eyes. Giorno resists the urge to summon his own companion and fixes his eyes on the priest, feigning ignorance.

“Hello,” he says politely. “May I help you?” The priest smiles at him. It is a kind expression, and Giorno mistrusts it immediately. There is no reason at all for this priest to be gazing at Giorno with gentle reverence in his eyes, as if Giorno were a cathedral or an altarpiece, something unimaginably precious. Therefore, the expression is a lie. It must be.

There is no one in this world who has ever treated Giorno with such love, not even his own mother.

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Rose Hips | A TAMB/MTnY fic for Tumblr

Part I: She’s Been Growing


I poke my nose into the room as an inquiry, because I can feel her registering surprise.

Chise?

She gives no indication that I should leave, and I press a little further into the close slot between the door and the frame, wood slick against fur, the door’s weight squeezing my temple and dragging at an ear so that for a moment its movement is all I can hear. The view this grating action provides reveals Chise standing in front of a mirror with an arm crossed over a bare chest and a swimming costume—suit, they’re called now—tugged awkwardly around her hips. Its edges press indents into her skin that make the flesh to either side of the elastic seem to pucker, though there is no soft or flaccid part on her anywhere. Chise is like Isabel that way: She’s a very slight creature. Sometimes I’d like to feed her more, maybe chase down something wild and rich and offer it up fresh, but that’s frowned upon.

Chise’s expression in the mirror is a somewhat wide-eyed mixture of consternation and bewilderment.

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s… Too small.”

Inspecting her with a pricked ear and a tilted head yields no explanation of why this is surprising.

“Did the Silver one bring you the wrong size?”

“No. Well, it’s a small like I asked for. I was worried it would be too big, but it won’t fit.”

She slides her free hand, less tactilely sensitive than it used to be before the dragon’s curse, down her side and settles her fingers around the curve of her own hip. She tilts her head, inquisitive, and for some unfathomable reason, takes some of the flesh where thigh becomes hip and pinches it between her fingers with her eyes looking dazed in the mirror.

“You grew,” I tell her. “that’s normal. I saw Isabel do it, too.” All kinds of new weight in new places and little changes in her smell followed for years after her first rapid burst toward adulthood. Surely, Chise is no different.

“I know,” she says, “that it is. I suppose … I just didn’t realize. Ruth?”

“Hmm?”

“Do I look a lot older to you?”

I press the rest of my body into the room and settle on the floor for a long look at her.

Definitely,” I conclude. “And it isn’t just the wrinkles.”

I point with my nose at her arm. I think it’s a morbid thing to joke about, but she welcomes unruly and off-color humor, which I imagine explains some of how well she gets along with her shadow betrothed, whom she never refers to as such.

Her expression screws itself up into a knot of contrarily moving eyebrows,and a crinkled nose, and a little parting of her mouth for a moment before she laughs. She does that more often these days than ever in the brief time—feeling like a lifetime—that I’ve been with her. It’s a strange thing. I asked her once about it, and she said “I think I decided how I want to live,” and no more.

She shakes her head and returns her eyes to herself in the mirror.

“Well,” she declares, looking herself over and again tracing the shape of her side where her delicate ribcage yields a tiny waist, tracing down to where her pelvis has burst outward by a couple of inches which have somehow transformed the bottom half of her. A touch knock-kneed and still so thin everywhere else the little bit of broadness that’s quietly added itself to her bones looks as strange in her mind’s eye as the changes she is just now seeing in her face, though they have been taking shape for some time.

“I’ll go tell the silver one,” I offer without breaking her reverie. “you should get redressed.”

“Oh, probably, yes. Thank you Ruth.”

She rejoins me halfway down the stairs moments later, once again in her usual clothes. Under the higher waists of pants and skirts, she hardly looks different, though the Silver One sizes her up delightedly. Her requisite silence, voice traded for a home, buzzes with eager intensity as she siezes Chise’s wrists and directs her into an about face turn right here on the staircase, dismissive of my disapproval, silent or barked. She nudges Chise rapidly up the stairs.

I wait in the hall, nose to tail in the hallway, breathing against Chise’s door. I can feel chagrin and, primarily, bewilderment along with the sort of whirring, whirling sensation of trying to track an exuberant Silky back and forth from closet to Chise to Chise to drawer, silently insisting her little lady of the house with her new hips try on all of her old clothes for reapproval. I can feel the lukewarm—cold contrasted with the air in the room—on the measuring tape around Chise’s body. She jumps away from it to no avail.

Elias appears down the hall, smelling the heady way of heavy sleep, at mid morning. I don’t feel his presence in the way Chise does, in that way I can’t define through aight or smell or heart, but I feel him nevertheless. He doesn’t feel fae, or otherwise familiar, nor human—at once interesting and dismissible—and the lack of particular identity is what makes him pop at the edges of awareness. He has a gravity to him, a disturbing weight of immense power coupled with that void of identity. Like a dark hole with something in it. It isn’t threatening, in and of itself. But it’s distinctive, and I register him as rapidly as he does me, with a cock of his head that threatens to tip a horn into the wall.

“Is something the matter? Why are you locked out of her room?”

“The Silver One is scrutinizing her wardrobe.”

“Whatever for?”

Elias is, very much of the time, very much of a pup.

“She’s outgrown at least half of it.”

Elias hums to himself, the sound reverberating through the cavities of his skull, empty except for shadow.

“Silky must be beside herself. If she isn’t done within the hour, I’ll find something for one of them to do. Chise will need rescuing.”

I offer him a nod a not quite bark. “undoubtedly.”

Elias turns toward the stairway. I feel his halt before it comes, a little change in the weight of void that follows him everywhere. He pivots halfway round, just far enough to point the red pilot light of one unseen eye in my direction. Despite a mouth full of teeth to rival mine, he has the eyes of prey, on the sides of his head. I sometimes wonder what it must be like for him to see.

“What was the offending piece of clothing that got her started, I wonder.”

He knows what he’s asking. I know what he’s asking. There’s no point in talking around it.

“Her bathing suit, for her trip with Alice.”

He hums again, now a short, glottal sound.

“So she’s still planning that.”

I don’t growl at him, I chuff. But I don’t answer, either. He takes my meaning, ducking his head some small increment of submission.

“Of course she is,” he says, and disappears down the stairs.

I’ve been lying at the door’s feet long enough to behoove me to get up, turn and resettle myself, feeling Chise’s scrambling to keep up with the Silver One peak to a quiet, curious excitement in the room beyond as the silky drafts new outfits and places new orders, when next he appears.

“She still has her trapped,” Elias observes.

“She doesn’t mind much, for now.”

She really is growing up.

“I doubt she’d object to an out.” He approaches the door. I don’t move from it except to drop my chin back to the hardwood. I’m not going anywhere.

Elias, without pause, reaches over me to wrap once on the door. He smells powerfully of new clothing and old magic and something else I can’t decide if I like. It’s the kind of smell that puts an itch between my shoulders and at the end of my nose, not a smell likeanything, but strong and distinct and interesting. Not quite enticing. He smells the opposite of appetizing without even the universal hot smell of mammals and rodents and things which move in the woods. Chise can’t smell any of that anyway, though, with her weak human nose, and she always says she likes how he smells, for the most part.“It is a little … Musty. But I don’t mind. In fact—“

She wouldn’t finish that sentence where i could hear, but I remember the little turning, clenching feeling that came with her thoughts.

She feels that way often around him.

“Chise.” His voice through the door registers in her as a heat that I feel far more potently than most of her signals. It’s a powerful feeling, love.

“Oh, yes Elias?”

“Do you need rescuing?”

The silver one, if she is indignant, can say nothing about it. But Chise allows a small bubbling laugh up her throat.

“It’s all right,” she tells him.

He hums at her, that low resonance again.

“Don’t be all day. The garden needs tending. The chamomile misses you.”

The chamomile, I think, as he hovers at the door. Sure.

anonymous asked:

Could we maybe get a couple twin!Cup/Mugs headcanons? Pretty please (๑・̑◡・̑๑)

Hmm, I had to think on this because I’m not entirely sure what you mean by this, but! I shall give you my best dear anon!:

  • Despite being nearly identical, there are a few features that set them apart, which both Cuphead and Mugman find absolutely fascinating about each other; Cuphead’s favorite color is the color of his twin’s eyes, a chocolatey, warm brown with light copper specks– they remind him of his favorite beverage, of how the sun makes everything a fiery golden tone. Those brown eyes make him melt to the core. 
  • For Mugman, he’s jealous of how blue his brother’s eyes are– how they’re the exact color of his favorite stream that lies inside the woods by their house, the stream he’s skinnied dipped in once– those eyes, probably just as cold as that stream, that almost every time those crystal blue eyes connect with his dirty, muddy brown ones, it sends a shock down to his core, causing a heavy, sickly hot feeling to spread throughout his entire body and straight to his groin. 
  • As twins, the boys were closer than the average sibling relationship should be– at the age of 10, they were still holding hands whenever possible, could still be found curled up together against a tree or in one of the beds of the bunkbed in their room, whispering to each other, or just staring deeply into each other’s eyes, no need to really exchange words.
  • Around the ages of 14 is when Elder Kettle began to force the two boys apart– to stop holding hands, to stop cuddling and sharing the same bed by moving the boys into separate rooms. He didn’t like tearing the boys apart because he saw just how close they were– but that scared him, worried him for how the outside world would treat this type of love the boys had for each other, and so he had no choice.
  • Cuphead appeared to accept this quicker then Mugman– who actually threw a bit of a tantrum the day Elder Kettle began moving the boys things into separate rooms. He couldn’t sleep alone, he couldn’t sleep so far from his own brother– it was bad enough he wasn’t allowed to really physically touch his brother, now this? He only got more hysterical as Cuphead showed barely any emotion to this, only shrugging, only responding with, “We’re growing up Muggsy, we can’t act like sippycups anymore.” and “Elder Kettle knows best.” This only made Mugman cry harder, large crocodile tears– cry hard enough that brought the greenish blue into his eyes, almost an murky color from the tint of the original chocolate brown. 
  • Cuphead noticed this– and maybe this was a reason he didn’t comfort his distraught brother, maybe this is why he enjoyed it when his brother broke down crying– Mugman’s eye color changed to almost match Cuphead’s, though an uglier, murkier color if someone were to point out.

  • That night, the first night the boys would sleep by themselves, Mugman had asked his twin brother to at least tuck him into at least come say goodnight before departing to his own room. Cuphead humored his brother, following Mugs into his room, impulsively closing the door behind him once inside the rather dark room– it takes time for both to adjust their eyesight.

  • Mugman sniffling still, as Cuphead gently tucks his brother in, trying to ignore how red and puffy his twin’s eyes are, how muddled they are with greenish blue and chocolate copper. His mouth feels dry. 
  • Cuphead is tentative when bending down to kiss Mugmans brow– and is quick to turn and leave, only to have Mugman take an iron grip to Cups arm and pull him back. He’s crying again, large puddle-like tears leaking from his soft, cow eyes.

  • Cuphead can only watch as Mugman rambles out excuses for Cuphead to stay and sleep with him– that he’s afraid of the dark, that he’ll have nightmares, that he’ll get too cold, that Cuphead can leave once Mugman dozes off– and Cuphead is finally feeling something– anger, irritation, frustration, so much frustration.

  • “Shut up, will ya? God, why can’t you just be like me about this, we are twins– why can’t you just be adult about this too?”Cuphead would finally snap, crowding his brother’s space as he finally crawls onto the bed, turning the tables by grasping Mugman’s wrists and pinning them down onto the bed.

  • “Cuppy–” “I said shut up!” and it was Cuphead’s turn to loose it– growling out on how Mugman was always the softer of the two, how it makes zero sense they could be twins when they’re so different– why Mugman is such a soft little boy, so naive and lost in the clouds, always needing protecting, always needing babying and coddling– how even his scent is sweeter than anything Cuphead had smelt in his life so far. 

  • And all this time Cuphead doesn’t even notice the hot tears streaming down his own face now, his blue eyes blazing with flecks of golden brown now– and Mugman is just, gaping as he watches his brother spill it all out, and more. 

  • “–And I let you be this way, because I love you this way, I love how different you are from me, how delicate and sweet and childish you are. I love it, and I love you, I love you, and I hate you because I love you this way.” Cuphead is basically on top of Muggsy now, still pinning him down, and finally realizing he’s crying when he see’s the teardrops land on Mugman’s cheeks and forehead. 

  • “Cuppy.. Don’t leave, don’t leave me if you love me then.. please.” and the pure emotion coming from Mugman shakes Cuphead to the core, because the exact emotion was going through his own mind and heart as well.

  • And ever so gently, as Cuphead’s grip on Mugman’s wrist lessened, Mugman leapt up and wrapped his arms around his brother’s shoulders, and so desperately he kissed him– and it was sloppy and wet from tears and spit, and there were teeth… 

  • and Cuphead loved it, he loved his brother, his twin, his other half– he felt whole again as the boys sat in that bed, in the dark, kissing, embracing– not needing to say words now as it was all said through actions.



Who am I– a person who writes headcanons or fanfiction.

love-appledeer  asked:

I miss your IchiHime arts so much T.T Do you plan drawing smth with them soon? Please, may be just a doodle...

Hmm not sure if I’m in a mood for pairings but how about spring Hime? I’m thinking I actually can make it ichihime related without even drawing Ichigo fml x’D 

I want to learn how to draw tulips… they seem quite easy to color… I hope

also I cri, I just noticed for the very first time! where is that hell option to reply message with picture… after all this time I FINALLY NOTICED THAT “(+)” … better now than never… welp it’s not that I get that much messages in the first place >o< QuQ but still I prefer to post pictures AND reply instead solo text reply heh

Baby Steps [Yixing]

ADMIN NOTE: “Baby Steps” is a series of one shots that were created by admin L and I on our previous tumblr account. We’re just reposting them on here because we’re getting rid of our old account lol

cred. to admin l

Originally posted by parkchny

genre: fluffy daddy yixing aw

word count: 1363

pairing: yixing & reader

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In honor of SquirrelyGirl’s Miraculous Acts of Kindness: Finally

Originally posted by miraculousladybuggifs

Ladybug stretched out her legs on the rooftop in front of her and leaned back on her palms to gaze out over the Parisian cityscape.  She heaved a sigh, trying to sort through the thoughts ricocheting around in her head.  There was a thump behind her, and she smiled without turning.

“Hey, Chaton.”

“That was a rather lusty sigh, my lady.”  Her partner dropped to the roof beside her, and echoed her pose.  “Is everything all right?”

“Chat, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“It’s…personal.”

He drew his knees up to his body and leaned forward to drape his arms over them, so that he could see her face.  “What is it, bug?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

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