Maomao X Jinshi

Awww nedou

i feel my most empowered when i turn a mostly male cast into girls

Actually crazy because i’ve been thinking about this

Okay so my dad just came up with this amazing theory on why Dale failed. He didn't take one of the slips of paper from the bottle tree.

The numbers written on the paper aren't dates, but coordinates. So if he had taken that piece of paper, he would have been transported to that place. Guaranteed.

Now you may be wondering what about Tabitha? She didn't have coordinates. Oh hoh but she DID. In was written in the lunchbox. That's how she ended up in Maine.

Thank you and also fuck Dale. Hated that piece of shit. Brutal ending but, y'know, maybe don't be an asshole and make everything worse.

Hiii guys I’m just here to share my interests and I have alot!

I write and draw :) but I haven’t done much in ages so I’m a bit rough around the edges. I hope you enjoy!

Hi :3 could you write some equius x reader hc pls :D

🍄: heh my turn :33 hope you don’t mind mine! i have a love hate relarelationship with him!

Equius Zahhak x Reader Getting to Date Headcanons:

Nepeta was the one to help this oaf confess to you

she just positively knew that her meowrail needed help!

Equius would never talk to you. Just stare with a sweaty blue blush and stutter when you smile and wave

Nepeta chats with you and always brings up her meowrail all the time

and you never had the chance to talk to him up close so you didn’t turn her down when she asked if you wanted to come over and draw and equius will be there

he was quiet but did participate on drawing

“equius!!! you’re supposed to draw on what you think is cute!”

“but i am nepeta, im drawing robots. th-this one looks like (Y/N)” he was panting heavily saying that.

nepeta told him not to when she was practicing this with him, teaching him how to flirt with you

she side eyed you, hoping the panting doesn’t off put you

You smile at him and looked closer. “maybe the chalk is ruining it, but i don’t think this looks like me. it is cute though!”

Equius was losing it! what to say now? what did nepeta tell him to say?

Nepeta almost smacked herself in the face. “you’re cute!” she mouthed, basically whispered to him

“you’re cute.” Equius spit out at you

You laughed so hard realizing the situation

“I forgot Terezi told me you two were thick as thieves. Nepeta, you’re so sweet for setting me up with equius.”

both trolls felt embarrassed being caught

“Equius i would love a date, just us two” you smiled

Equius could only nod furiously, not trusting himself. the chalk now dust between his hands

You all went back to drawing, you now sitting next to equius

could you draw Shadow with Maria?

for you i gave it a go!

tadahh!

(theyre reading scary stories)

do a flip🤣🤣🤣

mmmm high lord katsuki and new attendant reader…

he’s a cold man, with an icy stare and a fiery temper that is set off at the drop of a hat. the high lord katsuki has a reputation for being harsh on his peers and servants alike, though he has enough political sense to keep the peace.

he’s from an important family, born and bred with a silver spoon in his mouth and taught all of the niceties of good society. katsuki has read all of the classics and, in addition to an impressive family home (which he manages along with familial business), he has an extensive library, which he visits frequently.

you are low-born, only granted to opportunity of reading because your father taught you before he passed away. you’d been forced to find work when he passed and, by some stroke of luck, someone in the kitchens was willing to take you in and have you keep inventory for a small monthly salary. reading and writing comes in handy for that.

you consider yourself unlucky, however, at being noticed by katsuki’s first officer and personal attendant, kirishima, who happens to be of common birth with a position that should belong to a noble and thus, outranks you. well, just about everyone our ranks you. it’s him who recommends you for the “promotion” and lands you in katsuki’s personal office in the main house.

“my lord,” he says, stepping into the room with the comfort only a noble could have. “i’ve brought them.”

“who?” katsuki doesn’t raise his head. his voice is low and gravelly.

“the new serving staff, my lord,” he states. “the one from the kitchen inventory.”

katsuki looks up at this, his gaze unimpressed and unyielding. he looks you over for a moment, staring as if to size you up.

oh, he’s beautiful. it’s shameful thing to think of such a harsh man, but it’s the truth. he almost looks like a painting, with hard set eyes and round lips. you’d expected someone frightening, with harsh features and sharp, cutting proportions befitting of a man with rumors like the ones surrounding him. instead, the man who sits before you seems a prince with a slightly colder gaze. you suppose that his beauty is drowned out by the other rumors surrounding him.

“you said they could read?” katsuki snaps.

“yes, my lord,” he responds.

katsuki doesn’t comment on this, instead, he shifts his gaze to you and harshly barks a question.

“you’re willing to work?”

what does that matter? you don’t have much of a choice.

“yes, my lord.”

“very good,” katsuki says. “kirishima, see her to her quarters.”

kirishima excuses himself and you bow deeply and do the same. katsuki’s gaze lingers on you for a moment as you bow. it is so intense that you can almost feel the moment he tears it from you and returns to pouring over the papers in front of him. he does not look up again as you shut the door.

katsuki gives the impression that he is made of stone, stubborn and immovable. you imagine that his peers have trouble convincing him of anything and you briefly wonder, judging by the hard look he’d given you, if you’ll run into the same trouble.

Sleepy Rose headcanons cuz someone needs to come up with content for this ship I'm sailing on my own.

They know each other the longest

Simon fell for her first

As kids they'd often play pretend that Asha's a fairy princess and Simon's the brave knight saving her from the "beasts"(them basically being some random goats), but more often than not shed be the one saving him.

Before Simon gave away his wish and was more extroverted and outgoing they'd often go out together and just explore the areas outside the kingdom where Asha would take out her sketchbook and sketch out her surroundings and Simon would take a nap under the shadow of the nearest tree.

Asha has a handful of sketchbook pages filled with sketches of Simon sleeping in different positions and perspectives

While Asha has forgiven Simon for snitching on her to Magnifico, he hasn't and possibly won't for a long while

Despite Simon trying multiple times to confess his feelings to her, she was the one to end up doing it first.

Because Simon's mental health must be pretty shaky considering the whole brainwashing thing, she suggested him picking up horseriding again to help him clear his mind and even accompanies him in those sessions

My two oc’s

Joyous and Tusha ❤️

Joyous is a ring seal and is terrified of Tusha who is a orca

i also used a base for this drawing because i wasnt bothered to draw the anoatomy

Gentle Training - Equius X Reader

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“Hi, Equius!” you beamed.

“Greetings, huma-I mean, (Y/N).” Equius rubbed his head. “May I come in?”

“Of course!” You stepped aside so you could allow him to enter. “What brings you here?”

“W-well…” He stopped, glancing around nervously. “I need a towel.”

“Oh, here!” You tossed several to him that you always had captchalogued. Just in case.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” Equius dabbed at his forehead. “Can we continue our…training?”

“Sure!” You lead him over to the couch. “Sit, please!”

Maybe an explanation is due?

Everyone knows how strong the blue-blood is, and how he can easily hurt someone without meaning to. For the past few weeks, you had been ‘training’ him to control his strength. Sure, you received a few bruises here and there, and he almost broke your arm at one point, but it was worth it.

“How shall we do this, (Y/N)?” Equius fiddled with his towel.

“Hmm, you could try patting my head,” you suggested.

“I do not wish to hurt you, but if you insist.” He reached out his hand and gently patted your head twice. “How was that?”

“That was good!” you grinned. “Didn’t hurt at all!”

“Oh my, that is good.” Equius smiled, showing off his broken teeth.

“Next, you should…I dunno, try whatever you want,” you shrugged. “Don’t be afraid, okay? It’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” He brought his hands over to your sides, stroking gently. “Does this hurt?”

“Nope! You’re-AH!” You yelped in surprise.

“Forgive me, (Y/N).” Equius backed off. “Perhaps we should stop before I injure you further.”

“No, it didn’t hurt!” you protested. “I’m just…you know…ticklish.”

“Oh, I see. Still, I do apologize.” He reached for another towel. “You worried me for a moment.”

“Sorry. But that’s good, it didn’t hurt!” You glanced off to the side. “I mean, you could do it again, maybe. If it helps you, then it’s okay.”

“Really?” Equius squeezed your sides, flinching at the sound you made. “Did I-”

“I’ll tell you if it hurts,” you interrupted.

“Alright.” He stroked and squeezed your waist, allowing a small smile to grace his features as you giggled. “Is this…enjoyable for you?”

“A bit,” you admitted. “I mehehehean, it’s not bahahahad.”

“Pardon me for saying this, but I think it’s cute,” Equius blurted out.

“Really?” You blushed through your giggles.

“Really.” He hesitantly nuzzled his nose into your neck, making you squeal. “Is this alright?”

“Yehehehehes!” You snorted once, batting his hair away. “Yohohohour hair tihihihickles!”

“Apologies.” Equius brought two fingers under your chin to lift your head up. “So…it tickles?”

“Are you teheheheheasing me?” You tried to bite his fingers playfully.

“I might be.” He smiled again as you pressed yourself against his chest. “Why?”

“Makes it tihihihihickle more,” you explained.

“Oh…well then, how does it feel knowing you can escape my STRONG grip? Is it…maddening?” Equius walked his fingers up your sides and under your shirt. “Perhaps exciting?”

“Hahaha, the anticipation is killing mehehehe!” You squirmed, gasping as he brushed against your stomach. “Noooooo!”

“Hmm?” He tilted his head. “How interesting.”

“Horse boy, no,” you scolded. “I command-NO!” That was weird, he NEVER disobeyed commands. “CUT IT OHOHOHOHOHOUT!”

“Do you really wish for me to stop?” Equius tilted his head.

“I-I-” You tried to push his hands away. “LEMME THINK!”

“Oh, of course.” He retracted his hands and waited patiently as you breathed heavily. “Apologies.”

“It’s okay, gihihihive me a moment.” You took a few deep breaths. “Y-you…you can keep going,” you nodded. “It’s, um, important for your 'training’, I guess.”

“If you insist. But if you truly cannot take it anymore, say…” Equius thought for a bit. “Sagittarius.”

“Strange, but it works.” You crossed your arms behind your head. “Go nuts.”

“Alright.” He wiped himself off with the towel before proceeding. “May I tease you?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES!” You realized you would regret that almost immediately. God, you were so stupid.

“Does this tickle?” Equius slowed to gentle strokes. “Or how about this?” He sped up again. “Or this?” He added his nails. “Which do you believe to be the most effective?”

“THIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS ONE, THIS ONE!” Holy crap, it was bad. But he was having fun, and that was all that mattered. You’d live. Maybe.

“Excellent. I just hope this as enjoyable for you as it is for me.” And he was still being so nice about it.

“MAHAHAHAHAHAYBE A LIHIHIHIHIHITTLE!” You screamed as he squeezed one of your knees curiously. “EQUIUS, NO!”

“Equius…yes.” Equius stuck out his tongue like a child. “You wanted this, after all.”

“I-I-” You stumbled over your words. “OKAHAHAHAHAY, YEHEHEHEHES! I DID, WHATEVER!” You hissed as he squeezed a little too hard. “CAREFUL!”

“Please do forgive me, (Y/N).” He scooted away guiltily. “But…thank you for everything.”

“Huh? Don’t thahahank me.” You pushed yourself into a sitting position. “Thank you for putting up with this 'lowblood’!” You put air-quotes around the word.

“Don’t mock me, human.” Equius poked your stomach.

“Ehehe, try and stop me, Zahhak,” you challenged.

“Is that…an order?” He tilted his head.

“Uh.”

“…I need a towel.”