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[2qties]

☄️ ; STUPID, HE SAID.

synopsis : starting out can always be scary. don't know what to do, how to act, how to be. but that shouldn't be a problem for a photographer as skilled as renowned Tomioka Giyu.

🌀 more : model reader , photographer giyu, reader is a numnuts (clueless) , stupid peace sign , giyu is a bit mean , proofread .

"You don’t seem experienced at this," he remarked bluntly, casually wiping the lens of his camera. Though his focus appeared to be on his task, it was clear from the way his gaze lingered in his peripheral vision that he was watching you nervously fidget with the hem of your baby blue plaid sundress.

And he was right—you couldn’t deny it. You’d only joined the pageant because a friend, too scared to go alone, had persuaded you. It wasn’t your fault that you now found yourself standing before a renowned photographer, flown all the way from your hometown to Japan just for this moment. It wasn’t your idea to be chosen out of all the contestants.

"Who enters an event they know nothing about?" he asked, settling into his chair and tilting his head to look up at you.

"Cut it out with the dissing," you snapped without thinking, only to quickly clamp your mouth shut. What were you doing? For goodness' sake, you couldn’t just say that. It wasn’t because he was professional, wealthy, or intelligent—it was because he was a stranger. And, you supposed, offering respect was the bare minimum of human decency.

His expression remained mostly unchanged, save for the slight raise of his eyebrows. He let out a quiet hum of acknowledgment before adjusting the camera and pointing it directly at you. "Pose," he instructed curtly, wasting no time.

"Just any random pose?" You inquired, a slight tilt of the head.

"Just a random one," he confirmed, his tone unwavering.

His jaw nearly hit the floor at your audacity as you casually raised your hand and flashed a peace sign. "Put. That. Hand. Down," he insisted, his voice firm. "No, I will not have it. Is that it? A peace sign? You strut onto that stage all confident, and now that you've been chosen, you give me a peace sign for a modeling shot?" His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Must I contort you like a doll to get a proper pose?" he asked, his frustration clear.

"I don't think I'd like that," you replied, shrinking under his gaze.

"Then don't flash me a PEACE SIGN!" he snapped, clearly exasperated.

He did, in fact, end up contorting you like a doll for the right poses. Despite your lack of experience, he couldn’t just dismiss you. People were drawn to beautiful models, and you had to be beautiful. It was also, albeit faintly, because you did have the potential to pull off the right poses—you just lacked the knowledge of which ones to hit.

Nearly every day, week after week, he photographed you in various locations, with different poses, outfits, and settings—everything changing constantly.

Yet one thing remained constant: whenever you took a selfie to send home or post online, you'd still flash that stupid peace sign. Was it a signature? A trademark? Something you couldn't shake off, no matter how hard you tried?

Either way, it was stupid. To Giyu, at least.

Winter had arrived, and as usual, he rose early to prepare for another shoot. The snow created the perfect backdrop—who didn’t love the first snowfall? Apparently, you didn’t. You huddled against the cold, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Despite your outfit being cute, it was anything but suitable for the frigid weather you considered absolutely terrible.

"It's the last one, calm down," he said, dismissing your whine as he angled his camera at you. You were posed above a stone wall, with the camera capturing the view from below—framing the soft snowflakes drifting down, soon to blanket the streets. But it wasn't just the snow that stood out; it was you. Your cheeks, tinged a soft pink from hours in the cold, were a sweet contrast against the pale hue of your clothing and the white snow surrounding you.

He snapped several photos before shaking the snow from his hair and standing up. The rest of the photography team helped you down as everyone began packing up for the night.

He packed his camera away as you rubbed your hands together to warm them. "Aren't you going to take your usual selfie?" he muttered, just loud enough for you to catch it.

"No way I'm using my hands in this weather, they're practically frozen," you joked, glancing up as he stood, his gaze fixed on you intently. Without a word, he pulled out his phone.

"Too frozen for another peace sign?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he raised his phone, ready to snap a shot of the two of you.

You fell quiet for a moment before laughing, then raised your hand in your usual pose, the peace sign making its inevitable appearance.

"C'mon, you do it too," you teased, still holding the peace sign as you looked at him with a playful grin.

"But it's stupid," he replied, shaking his head with a small smile, though his eyes still lingered on you.

"Can't be that stupid if you pulled out your phone for it," you shot back, grinning as you held the peace sign a little higher.

"Oh, alright, then," he said with a sigh, reluctantly raising his hand in a peace sign of his own, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before he snapped the picture.

☄️.png ] ; i hope you enjoy !! first winter post from shulya 💙 .

[2qties]

˙ ✩°🫐 ꩜ ; 𝘗𝘈𝘎𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘋𝘜𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕

re-vamp of the previous page introduction because it's been a minute since we posted here. it is also uncomplete 🌀.

˙ ✩°˖🫐 ꩜ ; 𝘙𝘜𝘓𝘌𝘚

All ages can interact , it is actually so pleasing to find if diverse age ranges find us and read what we write, it really warms the heart 💙 . Though, NSFW/ADULT content accs, do NOT interact please and thank you.

Keep things respectful, everyone enjoys their peace.

Please, don't bring your negativity here. There's a beautiful world out there to explore when angry.

Educate us on topics if we messed up. Remember criticism is always valued when it's meant to help, not shame.

Not too enforced but if you want to request from a specific member, just put our name down into the request and we'll get to it as fast as we can.

˙✩°˖🫐 ꩜ ; 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘛𝘖 𝘌𝘟𝘗𝘌𝘊𝘛:

Requests! We love taking what people have and creating something for them, plus it's really fun so don't be shy when dropping one!

Ranging from many fandoms! We both have different interests so we should be able to meet your wants and be sufficiently educated in what you'd like to see!

We might have random post drops where we're spouting whatever, ignore those if you want 🌒.

Slight chances we might have other friends hop on this from time to time but it is unlikely.

˙✩°˖🫐 ꩜ ; 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘋𝘜𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕

☄️ ] : hellooooo im natasha, you can call me natashulya or shulya, i don't mind!! im a 14 year old and i really just wanna write because why not, tbh. i like sleeping and am mainly asleep, sorry if i get to requests late. my wirtig style is distinctly different than hadiya's so my works will be easy to recognise.

🌕 ] : ↻ 𝙇𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜... ↻

˙ ✩°🫐 ꩜ ; 𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘒𝘚

↻ 𝙇𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜... ↻

[2qties]

Watch your back; Chapter one: A "productive" Day

Tumblr and I are gonna have sum problems if this shi continues to not let me post stuff.

anyways it's me, 🎀 and I'm posting this because I kinda missed Reo's birthday sooo...

Chapter 1:

Reo shot up from his position covered in sweat and panting like he ran a marathon. “.. What a strange dream that was..” He muttered to himself as he caught his breath. Today was the day he would move from his parents house. The Mikages’ residence was nice and all but  he couldn’t stay there forever. His parents had chosen the house (Of course they did…) , it was a very secure and quiet area in the countryside (They wanted him to suffer much more than he already does, he supposed.) and on top of that, it would be far away from his friends who lived in the city. Though, he would probably have to thank his parents for taking care of the rent and so on and so forth. He slowly stood up from his bed, the nightmare he had suddenly gone with the water trickling down the window. Great, it’s raining, not that he particularly dislikes it when it rains but it’s definitely preferred on days that aren’t like this one.  He silently walked to the bathroom. While brushing his teeth, he thought about what the house would be like. He wasn’t actually able to see what the house looked like but he heard from Ba Ya that she had added a garden so Reo could occasionally go out and pick the fruits she had planted. While washing his face he stole a glance and looked at himself in the mirror, He looked… different. Not that he wasn’t because he was a 19 year old college student but he couldn’t necessarily point out what the difference actually was. He had started to note the things that have changed during the past few years appearance-wise. His hair’s longer than how it was in high school, about 3-4 inches more; His features are sharper but also softer in a way, his eyes are a bit duller (Probably due to how boring life has been since he had started to listen to his fathers every command.) , his skin is clearer due to the expensive skin care and facial massages, his bangs  are longer too. He really didn’t pay much attention to his appearance to notice the changes before even when he made sure his hair was perfectly kept and he pampered his body to look like a sparkling diamond amongst the simple rocks. He took a step back and admired his figure a while more before tossing his clothes to the side to take a quick shower. 

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He stepped down stairs and walked to the kitchen. His chef was there, cooking a meal for Reo already. He always had an exact time where he would wake up and do his routine, another boring part of life he thought. “Young master Reo, your breakfast is ready.” The chef announced as Reo sat in his comically expensive dining chair. The lady put the plate in front of him and he bowed his head in a way of saying thanks, he wasn’t in the mood to talk. She bowed and walked off. He ate in complete silence because did he really have a choice? Sitting at the dining table all alone didn’t leave many options available. He ate his food slowly ( “Don’t rush, it isn’t polite” , his father told him.) He very much was not in the mood to eat but he needed some form of nutrients to go on with the day. When he finished he went to the kitchen and left the dishes in the sink for the maid to wash. This morning was relatively uneventful and extremely monotonous, until it wasn’t. He had gotten a text message from the group chat he and his friends from university had shared. 

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How are we surviving uni??

Meguru: REO!! Reo youre moving today right?

 Reo: It’s You’re* and yes I am

Meguru: Whatevs (ﾟヮﾟ)  and also me and the others decided to get you a house warming gift!!! We’re at the Uni right now!!

Reo: Oh, That’s nice of you guys.

Hyoma: We were supposed to tell him together, bachira.

Meguru: Oops (｀ε´)

Yoichi: Oh well, it doesn’t matter. REO we’re gonna miss you!

Reo: Haha, thanks that makes me feel happy

Hyoma: Of course we’d miss you? You think we wouldn’t?

Reo: No, but I like the thought of you guys caring ig

Meguru: OF COURSE WE CARE!!

Reo: Ah! I have to go, Ba ya’s driving me to the house, ttyl!

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Reo closed his phone and walked towards the front door. He stepped out and shaded his eyes from the sun. It had stopped raining while he texted his friends. He looked around and saw as the familiar white limo pulled up beside the sidewalk and an unforgettable face appeared in his vision. “Young Master Reo, the limo’s ready for you.” She said in her calm voice. He nodded as she opened the door for him to climb inside. He sat in the car silently as he watched the trees pass by before something clicked in his brain. He tapped at the black screen that separates the driver from the passenger. “Yes, Young master Reo?” She asked. “Can you drive me to the University? My friends have a gift for me. A house warming gift.” He added the last part for more context. With a nod, she started to drive to the University campus. After that quick exchange, the drive there was rather silent. Reo went back to staring out the window until he saw the usual place he goes to often. The car goes to a stop and he steps out of the car. “Thank you Ba ya, I’ll be quick.” After reassuring her he sped walk to the place on campus where the group commonly hung out at. At the wooden table he was met with the familiar idle chatter of his friends. “Ah! Reo, there you are!” Bachira ran up to him and gave him a tight hug which would most likely bruise his ribs later on. “Hi Bachira..” he said, almost winded. Isagi and Chigiri went up to him and gave him a wave. Isagi was able to pry Bachira off of Reo before he suffocated from how much air he lost. Chigiri had gone to go get the gift and placed it in his arms; a big white box wrapped beautifully with a violet ribbon and a note attached to the end with string. “..Aww, guys.. This is so sweet. Thanks so much!” He held the box close to his chest and then smiled at them warmly. “We’re gonna miss you but we could always plan a visit or a time to hang out, okay?” Isagi gave him a light pat on his shoulder and Chigiri nodded at Isagi’s statement. Chigiri was closest to Reo, he was one of Reo’s first real friends. They met in high school in their first years. “I have to go but we can call once I arrive at the house. Thanks  again for the gift!” He waved goodbye and ran back to his car. Ba ya stood outside, waiting for him to return. He gave her a wave, his mood suddenly much lighter than before when he woke up that morning. He sat in the limo smiling to himself the rest of the way. The drive was around 3 hours and it was 5 in the afternoon when they arrived. He stepped out of the car and looked at the house in front of him. Wow this is gonna be a blast… 

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OKI!!! I listened to Mitski while writing this because the inner demons told me too. That's it for now, Happy late birthday my pookie wookie cutie patootie Reo!!!! 💜💜💜

[2qties]

𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ᴹⁱᵗˢᵏⁱ ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִִֶֶָָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🎀་༘࿐ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

🎀: Hi! It's me again, I'm making a new fic and so I was going to post it over here.

Title: Watch your back

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Prologue: 

“Reo~ Where are you?” The man waltzed down the quiet hall stopping at a large white door.  He can hear the man from inside and his breath started to quicken. How did it all end up like this, he never did anything wrong, he was generous, nice, caring… he really didn’t deserve this. The cheap fluorescent lights flickered above the man as he pounded on the door with his fist. “Reo, open the door.” his voice echoed through the hall and boomed from outside the room. His voice shook the door and Reo crawled away from the door, where he moved silently in search of a new hiding spot. He would be damned if he got murdered now.  The blood that seeped into his white clothes covered the floor in a trail of crimson. The pounding got louder and reverberated in the room. The man's voice was no longer soft and sweet. Now, It was loud and gruff. Reo crawled under the bed, it was a tight fit but he needed to be in an enclosed place in order to have a higher survival rate in the current situation he was in. The man had started to tear the door down and Reo internally cursed at the door for being made with  such cheap material. “Reo, I know you’re in here.” his voice made Reo shiver. It was dangerously low, sounding more like a threat than a warning. The room went silent, there wasn’t a sound that emanated from the area. If you were attentive enough, you might even hear a pin drop and know the exact location of where it fell. Reo covered his mouth with both of his hands, his blood went cold when he saw that the bed was being pressed down. Was the man laying on the bed waiting for him to come out..? He must have been passing the time, waiting for him to leave the comfort of under the mattress .  Suddenly, the man got up and he walked towards the door. He heard the door slam shut and out of pure relief he let out a small sigh. He cracked his eyes open just a bit and to his relief, there was nothing. “...   hah..” He turned his head to the side and stretched out his legs but then, a firm grip wrapped around his ankle and dragged him out from under. “NO! Please stop! I’m sorry! I won’t run away again please!” Reo begged and pleaded but his mouth was covered with cloth and it all went black. What a strange dream that was.

That's all for now, I think it's pretty neat at the moment. ALSO this is NOT a self-insert, this is a fanfiction that I've wanted to make for a while now. Thanks for reading!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐❛ 𒀭 :  🛒 𓂃 ¡ Goodbye! 🎀‽ ٠ 🧾  ›  ✸  %ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐

[2qties]

໒꒰ྀི っ ⸝⸝ ˂ ꒱ྀིა / ໒꒰ྀིっ ˚˖𓍢ִ 🎀  ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১౨ৎ🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Hello! This is 🎀, I wanted to introduce myself properly since I’ve been invited by 🪐 to share this account. I would have posted this earlier but I didn’t have the time so I’m doing it now. I’m going to write most of the blue lock things because why not? (I can also write about a lot of fandoms if you request that from me ((: )  I’m very happy to be able to share my stories with you all so please bear with us and (hopefully) enjoy the content that we will post for the future to come! 

໒꒰ྀི っ ⸝⸝ ˂ ꒱ྀིა / ໒꒰ྀིっ ˚˖𓍢ִ TOODLES!!  ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১౨ৎ🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚