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[breezypunk]

happy first takemura tuesday of 2024! ♥︎

[venuscheered]

birdhouse -

what happens when marilyn finds a helpless baby bird? and why is it that belch huggins feels the need to step in?

*** a drabble i wrote today featuring marilyn fenix and belch huggins, slight hints at ocxcanon, but not overpowering. 1641 words.

Marilyn Fenix, she was never a crafty girl; when it came to her skill sets, it usually had something to do with athletics. She was a nimble little thing, flexible, and just about everything you’d expect a cheerleader to be. It’s what she knew, and it came effortlessly to her.

So when she slipped into woodworks, just about every student stared at her. Not even the instructor did much about it, watching idly as the blonde helped herself to some scrap wood, glue, and a few screws here and there. It was almost painful to watch- actually, it was painful to watch, especially for Belch Huggins. A brow raised as he watched the girl aimlessly hammer away at a screw like it’d been a nail. He’d almost felt embarrassed for her, if it wasn’t so damn grating.

About six screws in the cheerleader holds up her creation. All eyes on her, but not one set daring enough to look at it in any way less than positively; Marilyn was a nice girl, and simply put they didn’t have the heart to laugh at her - not to her face, anyway.

Belch however, wasn’t like everyone else. He was the kind of guy to tell it how it was, and sure, he wasn’t the brightest when it came to academics, not usually... But he was crafty as all hell - wood works, metals, anything he could do with his hands? The guy was a genius. So when his eyes set upon the final product he couldn’t stop the obnoxious laugh expelled from his gut.

“The fucks that supposed to be?”

It caught the attention of everyone, the hazel eyed cheerleader as well. He was met curiously by Marilyn, her lips parted as if she’d wanted to bolster ‘A bird house... duh!’ ditzy as some might peg her to be... Not even she could defend her carpentry skills. “A bird house..?” his question was met with one of her own.

“That ain’t even a box.” Belch was honestly impressed, strolling over as he’d snagged the makeshift (and glorified) box from her hands. “No bird is gonna live in here, and I ain’t even gonna mention how you used screws with a hammer.” The box is tilted around - mismatched wood grain, uneven edges, a waste of perfectly fine wood as far as he was concerned.

“Well, you kind of just did.” Marilyn could only retort under her breath, her frame shrinking down in defeat. She watched as the bully deconstructed what she’d spent a good twenty minutes on. A short gasp as he’d tossed it. “Hey..!”

Marilyn was promptly, and gently moved aside. Belch had something to prove, he always had something to prove. And while one might psychoanalyze that at a later date... It didn’t take a genius to realize he’d been building her a proper one. All she could do was idly wait and watch the master at work. In the time it took for Marilyn to build her birdhouse, Belch produced one of a much greater quality. They couldn’t even be compared in all honesty.

“It’s basic, but whatever. It’s a birdhouse.” Belch practically shoves the structure into her hands, before he thrust his hands into the depths of his pockets. Gauging her reaction. Marilyn’s lips pressed together, eyes curiously scanning what Belch had made - for a guy who was seen as so mercilessly destructive, he proved he had a calculating gentleness to create. Marilyn admired that, evident with eyes that sparkled even under the florescent lights of the workshop. “It’s perfect..” Marilyn decreed, her voice more of a hush as if she’d been talking to herself.

“course it is.” His confidence was met with thankful eyes from Marilyn, his gaze immediately darting away. Don’t look at me like that, damn it. “What’d you need it for anyways?” Belch wasn’t sure if he was asking because he actually cared, or if he needed to quickly recover from his lack of social skills when it came to girls.

Either way... Marilyn seemed more than happy that he’d asked. “Found somethin’ wanna see?” Her voice was hushed, as if whatever she found was top secret. Class had been over anyways, prior to this Belch ignored the bell for probably the first time in his life. His legs betraying him in following her down the hallway - and out the school.

While Marilyn hugged onto the birdhouse, she led him outside past the field. There was a lot of foliage and Marilyn knelt over and carefully pulled out a small cardboard box hidden within some bushes. The moment the box shifted, a piercing squeak came from inside. A little bird, small and sporting a few feathers, it was tinged a soft red. Had Marilyn known Stan Uris; he’d be able to tell her it was a Cardinal hatchling.

“I found him out here, I think last night’s storm separated him from his nest.” Marilyn replies, a finger gently nudging the bird, soft plumes nuzzled against her finger. “Isn’t he cute?”

Belch Huggins didn’t do cute, if a word in the English vocabulary could be any more foreign to him, it’d be cute. His head tilts, brow raised as he watched the pathetic little chick chirp away. It was smaller than a chicken wing, and anymore thought on the subject would have made him strangely hungry... So with a shake of his head he steps forward. “It’s ugly.” Belch noted that Marilyn didn’t seem to approve, evident by the downturn of her eyebrows and purse of her lips. He... didn’t like that expression on her all too much, it tugged on him for one reason or another - right then and there he vowed to keep his big mouth shut.

Leaning over he grabbed a hold of the birdhouse, perching it on the nearby tree - high enough that it’s parent could potentially find it, but low enough so that Marilyn (and even he...) could check up on it. Marilyn watches him curiously, her eyes soften before scooping the hatchling into her hands, and carefully poking it into the birdhouse. “It’s perfect!”

“course it is!”

Day by day Marilyn would check on that bird, it seemed as if it’s parent had come along. Seeing as the nestling had enough strength to continue to chirp about and poke it’s head out the small opening of the birdhouse. On occasion, Marilyn was surprised to have run into Belch there. He’d protest and claim he’d only come out here for a stray baseball... But neither of them bought it and Belch refused to come back at the same time as her again out of sheer embarrassment.

The next time was different, though. It was only out of curiosity that Belch found himself walking across the field, hell he didn’t care about that dumb bird one way or another. It’d fly away soon, and his excuse to come by would fly away with it. With hands stuffed into his pockets, he walks up to the same tree he’d come by every day to see - the same tree that he had to make excuses to ditch his friends for. And it wasn’t until he spotted the shape of Marilyn, hunched over and crying did he feel uneasy.

He takes his place, standing behind her as his eyes study her curiously, like he’d been a fly on the wall watching something he shouldn’t be. That’s when he’d set his eyes onto the small lifeless form of scattered little plumes and the chick which they came from. His stomach dropped, his hand involuntarily tilting his hat downward. Belch knelt down next to her - he wasn’t sure one way or another if Marilyn had even realized he was there but... She was crying.

Marilyn was crying.

Her hands for a final time scoop the small creature into her palms. It’s tiny body melding easily to fit. “Don’t do that to yourself.” He finally spoke out, his own voice evident at the discomfort of seeing her in such a state. Disappointment that he hadn’t been here even twenty minutes prior to catch the damn thing. “Hey-!“

He was greeted with puffy eyes, eyes that had always been so damn happy and bright. Belch was certain he’d never seen her cry before, and he was certain he’d never wanted to again. His gaze averted once more, uncomfortably fixing his hat (it was then and only then that he finally realized he did that whenever he was uncomfortable.) his head nodding in the direction of the tree which their bird fell from. With only his hands, Belch Huggins dug, he dug about six inches into the soil beneath the tree. Eyes expectantly staring Marilyn down when he finished, and the cheerleader shifted to gently place the chick into the Earth. “He wanted to fly.” her voice was raspier than he’d ever heard it before. “He wanted to do somethin - and he couldn’t.”

Belch’s gaze softened, studying Marilyn before he began to bury the bird with the soil he’d dug up. Neither teen said a word when he was done, opting to sit at their knees in front of the tree. A moment of solace. A sniffle left the blonde before she reached over and took a hold of his hands, larger than her own and littered in callouses; It took him by surprise, widened eyes as all he could do was sit and watch the strange girl next to him.

With a handkerchief Marilyn delicately wiped away at the mud coating his hands. She took her time with it too, as if it was a careful practice. Not once did hazel eyes flit up into his direction - no, she knew she’d end up crying again if she had. “For what it’s worth... The birdhouse was perfect.”

“...Of course it was.”

[fatedefyd]

   @qicixian​​ foretold :  ❛ i kind of think i wanna make it last forever. ❜ for pif 👀👀

   aurora sentence starters  /  still accepting !

         Oh... he was so endearing when he would play with Muyang.  Currently, he’s fluttering about in one of his many forms  --  having shape-shifted into a butterfly to get the young half-celestial to chase him across and around the room.  It was good for his health, he’d probably say, it’s great exercise for his growing muscles !

         And, of course, with time comes the eventual exhaustion after running around like a wind-up toy.  Toddler had, instead of letting himself be carried to his crib, insisted that he could still play.  Wukong had decided, in all his creative glory, to make a pillow fort  --  though Iron Fan is certain the tot doesn’t fully understand what that is, he seemed to share his father’s excitement in the idea.  It wouldn’t be long before she, too, would be dragged into their game. 

         She sits, and she watches as the tailed toddler drools on his mini-throne made of cushions, comfortable among his plethora of stuffed animal subjects.  It’s a glance at the great and powerful monkey king that, initially, shouldn’t have caught her off-guard as much as it had.  His golden gaze is heartachingly tender, a clawed hand carefully pushing back some of Muyang’s bi-colored hair from his dribbling face.  His smile, ever-present, is not one of mockery or the joy of witnessing another’s comeuppance.  

         No.  The grin that the great monkey king proudly wears is that of pure, unbridled mirth as he gazes lovingly at his heir.  Iron Fan’s heart flutters at his shameless expression of love  --  and at the same time, it hurts, having that ignited feeling been there before, but thought to have been extinguished long ago.  He feeds her remaining embers with his devotion ; to her and their son.  

         Raven-haired beauty takes the quickest glance down at his unoccupied hand, empty and used for support when he sits.  Should she ?  She wants to, but... well, since when was she one to hesitate ?

         Her own hand nudges toward his, and it’s when he says that phrase that pushes her to take action.  It may be small, but even the most miniscule actions can speak louder than a thousand words.  Hushed but with warmth, she addresses the simian as her pinky moves to lightly curl and rest on his. 

   ❝ i think i’d like that, too. ❞

[ifyougochasingrabbits]

🎵🎵 - one for White and one for D'ly!

Muse Playlist & Lyric Meme

I'll toss D'ly's up over at her blog! As for White...

A wreck, a wreck you make You leave, you leave me in your wake Oh honey, let me go Aha, aha, don't you let me go A wreck, a wreck you make You leave, you leave me in your wake Oh honey, let me go Don't you ever let me go

Oh you, beautiful thing You terrible thing

Terrible Thing — Brad Gordon & AG

If I were to describe her using one lyrical song it would be this one, for sure. Not only does the vibe of the instrumental fit, but lyrically? She is a terrible thing and a very beautiful one too. It's probably part of the reason why she gets away so much. If we're not mentioning her skills in manipulation.

While she's warm in her own way, she comes off as cold to a majority of people which isn't a surprise considering she uses almost everyone to get what she wants. And yet a good amount of them keep crawling back... ...like a certain bird she likes leaving a mental wreck. She'd like to leave him in another type of wreck too, he doesn't need to know that.

[curlyfriesgalore]

headcanons of a

hibiscus-loving boy ♡

☆ requested by anon — my daisuke headcanons.

★ a long sfw & nsfw headcanons list with one-shot segments of solo! daisuke scenarios to start off the new year 🥳. [4,721 words]

☆ gen tags: fem! reader but reader isn't in his life (yet). the sfw takes place on earth and the tulpar, while all the nsfw is on the tulpar. before the crash (except it is mentioned in one headcanon). daisuke & his relationship with his parents. daisuke is single but very much wishes he could mingle. bits of silly stuff because it is daisuke, after all. someone please date him already... swansea is so sick of listening to him rave about "hot babes."

★ nsfw tags MDNI: malesub. dry humping objects. semi-public masturbation. daisuke uses a vibrator & flesh-light individually. mommy kink (as expected) and puppy kink (only mentioned though). lots of yearning for his dream girl and fantasies of women in general. (could it be you? 🫣)

[anon, thank you so much and i hope you liked this! on another note, i'm working on a long fluffy daisuke x reader oneshot, so you guys will get that wholesome content eventually. also, i forgot that daisuke was probably canonically bunking with swansea but... for the sake of this and daisuke's dignity, he gets his own room lol. —iris🌠]

sfw.

★ earth.

this isn't a set headcanon of mine, but i like to think that daisuke is a japanese and filipino man who grew up in hawaii but doesn't go home to his respective countries often. when he does, it's always a long catch-up with his large extended family, whom he misses dearly.

he gives off the energy of a single child solely raised by his first-generation immigrant parents, both of whom want the best for daisuke's future but struggle to show that in a constructive manner.

he has a relatively solid relationship with them, and their arguments are still within the realm of what is expected of families. however, there's a degree of emotional distance between him and his parents, especially with his mom who's a bit firmer on daisuke's education than his dad, who still cares about it just as much, but he's more reserved compared to his wife—the outspoken of the two.

with how they both work full-time and how he grew up with a vastly different upbringing from them, daisuke doesn't feel as close to his parents as he thinks he should. sometimes, they don't understand him, like his incessant love for thrifting and doodle-drawing, and sometimes, he can't understand them, like their insistence on getting him into an ivy league college when a public university works just fine (according to him).

daisuke is much more fluent in tagalog than he is in japanese, which his mom pesters him to study more, fearing that he'll struggle to pass down his knowledge of her lineage to his future kids properly.

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"tch, and how will they know how to speak to their obaachan, hah? it's not that hard to practice every morning, dai-dai." his mom sighs, one hand clutching the strap of her kinkachu bag while the other held a bottle of olive oil.

daisuke withheld a groan, grumbling to himself before responding, "i knowww, ma, i know. i'm just busy, okay?" his forearms fold over the trolley's handle, bringing his chin to rest on top of them.

she glares, "busy playing with your gameboy? you call that busy?"

without consciously intending to, he rolls his eyes, then swiftly snaps them back in place. cringing at himself as he purses his lips, a pathetic whisper of sorry leaves his clenching teeth.

before he knows it, his mom is scoffing. she squints at him with her brows furrowed, her gaping mouth quirking to one corner, and shakes her head in disbelief, bee-lining to the next thing on their grocery list.

"eh?! mama, i didn't mean to!" daisuke quickly splurges a cacophony of apologies as he pushes the cart, trying to keep up with his mom.

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other than that, his parents genuinely love him, as much as they begrudgingly listen to his endless rambles which they barely understand because of how all over the place his retellings can be.

daisuke always finds ways to interject his current story with another story that relates to the initial story, which he must explain in excruciating detail, or else they won't get the references he'll make when he continues the first story! so they just sigh and nod their head. (it's even worse for his dad when daisuke starts using english slang that's far too modern for his head to translate in real-time).

his parents have considered a second child. however, the financial burden, emotional weight, and physical pain from vaginal burns or cesarean scars that they'd have to repeat were too much. one sugar-charged chatterbox of a kid was enough for their lifetime.

daisuke wasn't always sure about what he wanted to do in life. his mind had always been glued to his dreams of traveling beaches around the world, flirting with pretty girls with a piña colada in hand, sifting through vintage pieces, and finding a girlfriend who loves him enough to want to do the same! but even then, he didn't know how to get to that point. of course, the simple answer was money, but how he'll get that money was what spun at the forefront and lingered at the back of his mind.

though, this is daisuke we're talking about, he's sure this'll work out one way or another!

"girls like smart guys, right?" he'd ask himself as he browsed through a leaflet listing all the STEM subjects his mom had circled in neon red ink. daisuke's eyes drift to the arts and humanities page, wincing at the sheer lack of majors highlighted on that side—it was next to none. save for architecture, which his mom suggested he should try because of his drawing hobby, but, truth be told, it was just a hobby for him.

he loved the freedom of art, especially doodling. it was a space for him to explore whatever wacky design popped into his mind. he'd look at a simple object, darting his eyes to several others, and merge it all into a story of sorts. whether it be a turtle-pig fishing for sentient crackers on a wooden boat or an intergalactic wasteland where sweets colonized spices, it was his favorite pasttime. so, the possibility of having that be ruined by conforming to another person's rules and regulations wasn't for him.

he once suggested studying fashion. assorting clothing pieces, designing looks, and learning its history was a genuine passion of his, but one look at his parents' faces was enough for him to quickly drop it.

daisuke has fixed cars in the past—not fully, but he's helped his dad and a couple of neighbors for some extra dough, and has managed to learn a thing or two.

he was pretty good at math and physics, preferring the latter of the two because he actually got to apply that math into scenarios much more interesting than 'find the radius of a hemisphere of volume 80 cm^3.'

so, when daisuke's mom learns of pony express' last-minute aerospace mechanic internship, she's ecstatic, excitedly telling him to prepare his resume because her son is going to space! after all, her boy got the brains for it.

daisuke genuinely looked forward to this opportunity as well. however, funnily enough, he was terrified of outer space. though he was weirdly okay with the unknown depths of the ocean, the galaxy? that was a different story. at least, if he were drowning in the sea, there was a higher chance of him surviving than choking out in space. he shivered at the thought.

nonetheless, daisuke focused on the positives. "holy shit, what if there are alien beaches with hot ALIEN babes?!"

[future iris here! i'm not exactly sure if i agree he would be chill with being sent to space as much as i did before? i think i'd rewrite this into something a lot more nuanced where he has many mixed feelings. there'd definitely be an argument between him and his mom, but he'd try his hardest to come to terms with the fact that this is a good opportunity for him (as reinforced by his parents, mainly his mom), and because of daisuke's naivety and incessant desire to impress, he would eventually be okay? at least delude himself into believing he's okay with it despite how much being thrown into the galaxy for over a year would do something to his psyche... damn you know what, i'd actually like to explore that more in a future fic!]

however, his cv wasn't all that impressive by pony express' standards. so, out of sheer desperation, his mom used a couple of her connections to secure that spot for him, but daisuke doesn't know about this. he thinks his smarts alone got him the job.

she's so adamant about his education because she fears for him, like any parent would. she doesn't want daisuke to suffer financially the same way her and her husband did growing up—it was her nightmare, actually. so, hopefully, with enough prayer and preparation, this will benefit him greatly. (oh... if only she knew).

before his space trip, daisuke's dad treated them all to a 5-day family holiday out in california, letting daisuke choose most of the activities, aka revel in his inner child via arcades and amusement parks. he actually made 2 friends, both in separate places, who'd accompany him whenever his parents got too tired from walking or couldn't bare the insane waiting lines (which was 90% of the time).

his dad had been secretly saving for this ever since daisuke was a kid, wanting to give his son the best birthday an 18-year-old could ever want.

while they've gotten richer over the years, his dad constantly struggled to feel secure in their wealth, feeling as though they could lose it at any time like his family had back then.

★ the tulpar.

upon arriving, daisuke didn't realize that he was a very late addition to the team. he noticed a slight hesitancy in everyone, which made him feel awkward, but in classic daisuke fashion, he shrugged it off and tried his best to get on everyone's good side.

(he definitely vomitted in his mouth soon after take-off).

daisuke quickly befriended everyone. the easiest was curly. he was the captain, after all, and the friendliest and handsomemest boss he'd ever met. even though it was pretty obvious that curly initially tensed at the lack of proper planning from pony express' end, he soon forgot it when daisuke eased into the crew just fine, impressed with how optimistic he'd been.

then, it was anya, who was a little quiet at first, but when she got used to his chipper nature, she had no trouble giggling with daisuke. she's glad to have someone other than curly to have fun with during their game nights, and even curly wasn't the easiest to play with because of how frequently he'd doze off in between turns, drool already dripping down his light beard. so, daisuke was a massively fresh change. he was energized and dramatic, passionately involving himself in the game and sneakily cheating whenever anya was getting a little too close to winning.

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curly called out for anya, asking where she had put his sleeping medication. anya lifted her view off of the board, her finger still holding her chin, and turned to curly, whom she gave instructions to.

daisuke and anya sat on the ground in front of the lounge couch, which swansea sprawled himself on—arms folded over his belly—as he dozed to sleep, his quiet snore growing louder by the minute. daisuke looked at anya, who was now bantering back and forth with their captain, and a mischievous grin inched up his cheeks.

with a very "inconspicuous" whistle, daisuke swiftly switched the positions of her queen and his bishop, shifting his eyes everywhere to ensure no one had seen the evil he'd done.

as anya's laugh died down and brought her focus back to the game, she moved her knight to somewhere on the board, not noticing the changes. then, as ego fueled his chest, daisuke took out her king.

"check and mate, anya." he proudly smiled, flipping his hair. he flicked open his fingers and spread his arms away from the table, figuratively dropping an explosive as he mouthed a boom.

"WHAT?!" anya exclaimed, her brows knit up her forehead as she scrutinized the chess pieces.

swansea snorted awake, startled by the sudden noise. "hah?! oh, what...? wh-what happened, where were we?"

bemusement painted her face when she realized what had happened. she pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at the cheater and pointed at daisuke, wagging her finger, "you did something, didn't you?"

daisuke stifled his laugh, remaining nonchalant and poker-faced as he shrugged. "i have no idea what you're talking about."

anya and daisuke just "argued." anya flailed her arms at the monochrome pieces, while daisuke found it increasingly hard not to burst into chuckles.

swansea lifted his back off the sofa, his spine resounding with a loud pop. in his neutral grumble, he said, "looks like daisuke won fair and square to me." then he went back to napping, flopping his neck onto the headrest.

anya was gagged, feeling like she'd gone crazy, so, daisuke finally cracked and cackled, falling to his side as he smacked the floor with tears in his eyes.

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surprisingly enough, it was jimmy with whom he got on good terms with next. well, good enough terms with. they rarely ever talked. their conversations were limited to offhand encounters if they were the only ones near each other, where daisuke asked simple things about his life, followed by jimmy's cold hum.

so, as to not make things awkward, majority of what they discussed related to the tulpar and its workings. (jimmy secretly enjoyed it, though, feeling like he was more important than curly because daisuke would go to him for these types of questions, besides swansea. even though, the reality was that daisuke liked curly way more for how much he could joke around and still found room for professionalism.)

then, there was swansea. daisuke's favorite person, and his one and only mentor!

it felt nice for him to hang out with someone like his parents, except he was more wrinkly, irritable, and meaner than them. sometimes swansea's jabs can sting, but daisuke knows he means well. (then again, daisuke feels that way about everyone, and he's not sure whether that's a good or bad thing.)

despite his clumsiness and how often his mind drifts off to fantasies of breathing in tropical air with bikini-clad ladies surrounding him, he's learned so much from swansea.

it's not just about mechanics, but about life, his experiences and what all the good, bad, and ugly mean to him. without giving too much away about what he's been through, daisuke still managed to infer a couple of things.

albeit, he can be hard to understand. while swansea's advice is straightforward, he is in a descriptively convoulted way. so daisuke could only fully process it when he's lounging on the couch with swansea, taking in every word and, for once in his life, shutting up—which has only happened a couple of times, but hey, who says daisuke can't maneuver his way for more?

he hopes swansea will write him an extensive letter of recommendation and not mention all the times he's given him the wrong wrench, that one foam incident, or his ramblings of how he lowkey highkey wants to be a model, to which swansea would slowly blink at him for.

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"you want to be a model? for what?" swansea inquires, standing with crossed arms as he watches over daisuke adjusting a screw.

"well, you know, for fashion! getting all dressed up n' stuff, my picture being taken as i pose for the camera." daisuke momentarily stopped twisting the bolt and posed for swansea, smoldering as he folded his arms, definitely not imitating the old man.

swansea just rolled his eyes and told him to get back to work, putting his hands in his pockets instead. "so why'd you pick fixing metal junk instead?"

daisuke paused, ruminating on his following words. "i dunno, my parents want me to be an engineer, which is, like, super cool and all! and i do want to be one... it's just, it'd be nice to try other things i'm good at and see where they'll go, you know? you get me, right, swansea?" he went back to fidgeting with the pipe.

swansea stood there, softly nodding to himself. "i mean, they have a point—torx, kid, not hex," swansea pointed at the other screwdriver in the toolbox next to daisuke, "they don't want you risking unstable work and have no means of supporting yourself."

daisuke ate his lips, and swansea could see him grow smaller by the second. he sighed, "but, i'm not saying that you can't pursue that. you should, at some point, but my daughter's done it before, and she says it's not an easy world—"

"she's done whAT?!" daisuke brightened, nearly dropping the screw in his hand.

"did you even hear a thing i said?" swansea frowned, instinctively crouching down to cup his hand under where the bolt almost slipped.

daisuke nodded, "yeah, yeah, i know, but that is so cool! omg, can she hook me onto some agencies? does she know any? please, swan—!"

"slow down, kid..." swansea unintentionally chuckled, pulling the tool in daisuke's hand back to the pipe. he shook his head and actually smiled, albeit small. it nearly made daisuke even more happy than he was about the news.

"look, like she said, it's not all fun and games but it is possible to be successful. you've just got to be serious, like you should be..." he taps on the metal, "...here."

"okayyyy..." daisuke heaved, defeated by the present realities.

there was a beat of silence. swansea stretched his neck from shoulder to shoulder and spoke, "...but when we get back to earth, i'll try talking to her, 'kay? now, finish up; you've already been taking long as it is."

daisuke excitedly bobbed his head, saluted him, and returned to his task.

★ extras.

daisuke secretly holds 'runway shows' in his room, walking from one end to the other as he stuns his imaginary audience with all of his hawaiian tees.

no one knows this, but he often draws himself with his dream girl (aka you, heehee). there are so, so many pretty portraits of her. you can truly see the effort he's put in these with every graphite stroke and his smudged fingerprint dented into the paper.

brought so many rings and earrings on board, only to wear the same ones every day 💀.

he enjoys a lot of music genres but predominantly loves pop. i like to think that the game takes place in the retrofuturistic 1990s, so daisuke listens to a lot of sir mix-a-lot and backstreet boys. he probably plays 'livin' la vida loca' on repeat when he's cleaning up foam with swansea.

would not be surprised if he has played every pokemon game on his gameboy.

his sleeping quarters are near swansea's, so... you can imagine how quiet he needs to be when he "relieves" himself (which makes the nsfw section even more embarrassing for daisuke, lmfao).

nsfw.

when daisuke finally realized that he would be alone.. in a room... in a spaceship... for a year... with no parents there to barge in, he tried so fucking hard to hold back the devilish smile crawling up his mouth (think knee surgery grinch). oooof course, he was going to abuse the living shit out of this freedom.

as told by swansea, daisuke "only thinks with his downstairs longnose." so, it's safe to say that he frequently masturbates, to no one's surprise 💀.

however, he needs the physical visual of something to really get off. he can still cum without it. but, as much as daisuke enjoys his fantasies of paradise, it takes an excruciatingly long time, and it never feels as good when he orgasms.

(if mouthwashing took place in our year, he definitely gets super turned on by nsfw audios. stuff like 'F4M gentle mommy praises you' would absolutely be his go-to genre.)

so he brought a portable tv and vhs player, secretly stashing all his favorite porn mags and cassette tapes, along with some new ones he's been dying to watch. the majority are vanilla, with a few bordering on bdsm, a couple of threesomes (it didn't really matter to him if they were FFM or MMF), and solo girls touching themselves as they tell him to follow their instructions, but a lot of them had an overt femdom feel, save for a few.

he tends to jerk off really fast and struggles to pace himself in a way where he doesn't greedily let himself reach his high, so closing his eyes as he listens to porn helps him extend that to a little close to 20 minutes. otherwise, this guy is done in maybe under 4—7 if he's lucky.

(unsurprisingly, he once came in less than 30 seconds from just teasing his tip. he got so embarrassed that he hid himself under the covers, shoving his face into the pillow, for being so pathetically easy).

even then, he can go so many rounds. when there's nothing much to do on the ship, and everyone was too involved in their own business to pay attention to him, he's had a few times where he used 3 of his 5 resting hours just jerking off back-to-back.

no matter how he toys with his dick, he'd always end up an adorable whimpering mess. he was naturally sensitive; pools of pre-cum would easily drip out of his tip after a few strokes, and his thighs would involuntarily shudder with each pump. however, that meant his moans would become so unbelievably loud that his whines could carry through the thickest of walls—unsurprisingly, very in-character for daisuke.

so he's grown used to muffling his mouth moments before he cums. either his palm pressed over his panting parted lips, or he'd resort to smushing his face into his pillows whenever it overwhelmed every inch of his body.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

daisuke lay on his side. with one hand tucked under his cheek, gripping strands of his hair, and the other vigorously milking his cock from base to tip, his half-naked body trembled on his bed. the patterned covers sprawled away from the beaded sweat rolling off his inner thighs, and all that filled the air were daisuke's desperate, high-pitched gasps.

a rising heat inched within his abdomen, and his wrist spasmed as every jerk reached speeds unbeknownst to him. daisuke pathetically attempted to smother whatever incoherent mewls escaped his throat, biting down on the skin of his lightly chapped lips, but it was futile. he was starting to lose it.

so, he rolls. he rolls his face into his pillow and props his knees on the mattress, brandishing his ass in the air with his back arched towards the tulpar's metal ceiling.

hoping he's suppressed himself enough, daisuke began whimpering out loud, cushioning his cries as he touched himself as fast as his slippery penis would let him. a list of curses fled his lips as he tried visualizing someone hover over him, grabbing hold of his drenched dick, pinning his head further into the pillow, and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

after a couple of twists of his tip, he finally spilled all over the bed, his drool following suit. his cock twitched upwards, lathering bits of his cum all over his stomach, and with one final huff, daisuke dropped himself onto the mattress, sighing into its warmth—too dazed to notice the subdued thumping of footsteps beyond his door.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

he hasn't gotten the opportunity to have sex yet, nor has he charmed anyone enough to get his dick sucked or touched, but he was very close to it!

once, at a party, daisuke got to make out with a girl from his last year in high school, but this guy would not stop talking after each kiss. all that came out of his mouth were the awkwardest of one-liners and rambles full of compliments. while he thought it was cute, the girl quickly got annoyed. after a few more heated swaps of spit, she left the closet they were in, and daisuke just stood there, embarrassed, stuffing his face in some random person's sweater.

though it was only one failed (but he likes to think it was successful) make-out sesh, he loves the act of it so much. the feeling of a girl pressing him up against the wall, no matter how tall or short she was, clutching onto his shirt as their tongues deepened. the thought of their crotches sliding against one another got him all hot and bothered.

but, admittedly, daisuke wished she stayed (not necessarily the same girl in particular) because he loved the idea of him yapping continuously about something as she touched him more and more, latching her teeth onto his neck as her fingers rubbed circles on his bulge. he'd falter, his words blending into an incoherent whimpery mush as she lifted up his shirt and made her way down his collarbone.

oh, how he fantasizes about receiving and giving hickeys. he'll abide by how his dream girl would want to be bitten down, but he wanted to be marked.

daisuke's always been super into teethy indentations on his stomach and darkened spots scattered all over his chest. so he's practiced on his forearm, watching his saliva coat his bite, imagining how prickly it'd feel on his neck. but what he loves most is its meaning, how it symbolizes that he belonged to a girl and she belonged to him. it always made him feel warm and gushy inside.

lowkey feel like he enjoys dry-humping objects. if he sees a soft enough edge with ridges all over or a pillow that's looking softer than it should, he's rutting his clothed dick against it. but because of that, he gets incredibly horny when he starts focusing a little too much on the corner of any table.

anya once had to snap him back into reality after he intently watched jimmy put his back against a particular part of the kitchen counter. daisuke's face flushed, remembering last night.

he had to take his time thrusting his wet bulge against it. standing on his tip-toes, swaying his hips like a seesaw, as he grips the bottom of the counter for stability, for he was losing it. the way his cum would build up was so different from jerking off. it felt like rushing water pushing against a dam, but it was slow, like waves on a shore inching closer to his feet. this would make him cry, and he'd constantly moan in hiccups, short bursts of suppressed whimpers because of how much effort this took. however, he makes sure his mess stays in his pants. so, when he does cum, it would only paint a large stroke over his boxers as his semen dripped all the way down to his knee.

daisuke brought a vibrator and fleshlight on board, which he bought using some of his earnings from the cars he fixed back on earth.

he fucks his fleshlight like a rabbit when topping, depriving himself from all thought as he picks up the pace. but when he's bottoming, he starts lifting his legs off the ground and spreads them in the air, sending his brain over the moon.

when he tried the vibrator for the first time, it's like he entered a whole new realm. he fantasizes being on his stomach, arching his back with his ass in the air, his dick dangling in between his thighs as a girl mercilessly presses a vibrator up against his parts—cumming a messy puddle into his sheets. even though he could still do it on his own, the thought of anyone on laundry duty questioning the large wet stain was too embarrassing to bear.

it's ironic, considering how much he's into risky semi-public quickies. when he gets so pent up in the middle of organizing tool boxes and listening to swansea's rants, he will excuse himself to go to the bathroom. swansea would just roll his eyes and go, "yeah, yeah. do whatever you want, kid. just don't take forever." whether or not swansea actually knew what he was really doing, daisuke will never know—and, frankly, he'd much rather not.

he'd play with himself, alone. running to the tools closet with his back against the door, hand shoved into his boxers, his slick coating his palm as he clutched his shirt, using it as a fabric muffle for his shakey moans, revealing his heaving chest and hardened nipples. his eyes squeeze shut as his eyebrows knit in ecstasy.

(when the crash happens and he's forced to sleep in the lounge, he often scurries away to empty areas around the tulpar when swansea is too drunk out of his mind to notice daisuke's random disappearances.)

while he's not exactly sure where his mommy thing came from (don't look into that too deeply), he really indulges himself in it. he likes to re-enact his sexual scenarios when he touches himself, saying his lines out loud as if the person he was imagining were with him. he'd whine for mommy to let him cum, and when he got real close, he'd call himself a good boy like it were a mantra.

do you guys think he might like being called 'puppy'? i think it's very likely. he reads as the type of person who thrives off praise and massively enjoys any petname a person could give him.

i think he fantasizes about a bunch of women using him instead of him using women, which is what horny guys his age probably think of more often. but no, daisuke finds it so fucking hot to be used like a toy by more than one person, not knowing what pleasure he'll feel next.

but he's unsure if he would actually like that to happen in real life. sure, it gets his gears going, but he knows he'd be good with his one and only (hypothetical and future) girlfriend doing whatever she wants to him.

[i'm not sure if anyone could tell, but i got pretty lazy towards the end 🫠 if there are any scenarios that you want me to expand into single one-shots then feel free to request! so far, i have two other reqs and 3 original works, so it might take a while, especially because i have irl things to work on. —iris🌠]

[iihyuck]

𓋜 enough ☼ song eunseok

notes i love eunseok 𝜗𝜚 pairings idol!eunseok x gn!reader. genre established relationship, fluff. warning(s) pet names (baby is used like once), literally one kiss, hand holding, and a little suggestive line if you squint. not requested. not proofread.

the last thing you expected was your boyfriend rousing you from your nap. rehearsals were “canceled,” he said, a hint too eager in his voice. you wouldn’t complain — the fan con world tour had him swamped. and yes, you did tagged along with them but your days were usually filled with of exploring new places solo or luxuriating in five star room service. maybe that’s why, after you got dressed, he presented you with a bouquet of vibrant orange tulips.

eunseok didn’t hide his guilt well, you began to realize that when he’d began sneaking out of shows early and arriving rehearsals late, all for a stolen moment with you. though it did feel a little dull without your boyfriend’s presence, you really did enjoy the solitude, and would never complain about him doing what he loves, especially when he gives you his credit card, as a silent apology for his absence.

but that wasn’t enough for him.

a soft smile curved on your lips as he pulled out your chair. once you were settled, he leaned in for a kiss, which you readily returned. sitting across from you, he handed you a menu. reaching across the table, his hand brushed against your furrowed brow, easing the crease.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice barely about a tremor. you realized this was uncharted territory with eunseok — nervousness. “nothing,” you mumbled, “just…what’s the special occasion?”

reaching over, he held your hands in his, softly brushing his thumbs over yours. “brunch, baby? didn’t you hear me earlier?” one of his rare boyish laughs that only ever let out with you around, rumbled from his chest.

you roll your eyes, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “you know that’s not what i mean eunseok, what’s up with you? i mean the massage, the flowers, the brunch? did you do something?” you leaned back, narrowing your eyes playfully.

the mention of the “massage” caused a blush to creep up his neck. "i’ve just been so busy," he admitted, "and i’ve missed you." he squeezed your hand.

“just want to make up for time lost, just us. is that okay?”

sunlight streamed through the window, catching the golden strands of his hair. his biceps looked impressive in the tank top. honestly, anything could be okay with him across from you.

with a playful tug, you freed your hand and grabbed the menu.

“yeah, that’s okay, seokie. now let’s order, i’m starving”.

a wide grin stretched across his face as he grabbed the menu. under the table, his leg brushed against yours, a silent promise of stolen moments to come.

this was enough for him.

[mybedroomceilingsbored]

hey y'all!

you can call me Mouse! i'm a nerdy, artsy-craftsy, music-loving, incredibly enthusiastic GEEK.

i love chatting with people, always feel free to shoot me an ask/dm :)

about me

☼ she/her pronouns are great! ☼ i'm a dancer and i play a few instruments ☼ pisces sun/moon, scorpio rising ☼ infp-t 2w3 (explanations linked, if you're curious) ☼ one (1) beach completed, on my way to becoming an Official Certified Ken (credit: my very dear @green-binder) ☼ i love interacting with people, but i do sometimes burn out. sometimes i just don't have the energy to reply to something or continue a conversation, please don't take it personally!

not rlly doing chain mail atm

i've got a funky lil tma sideblog @consumedbywhatlovesme if you're interested, hyperfixation going STRONG 💪

things i love

☼ cavetown ☼ the magnus archives ☼ malevolent ☼ coraline ☼ hozier ☼ plants/gardening ☼ ancient greek mythology and culture ☼ slime molds, mushrooms, microbiology in general ☼ baking ☼ crochet/knitting ☼ long bike rides ☼ sketching and painting ☼ rainy days

and people i love!

@15millionfireflies, @a-dam-heartstopper-fan, @bleep-bloop-boo, @brains-out-rn, @ch3rry-t0mat0,

@dormienscattus, @dragonboything, @fairyycoffin, @finleyforevermore, @galaxys-universe,

@genderfluid-diaries, @green-binder, @hugallurfriends, @mossy-stormcloud, @nyyx-xoxx,

@remithegayshoebill, @sad-girl-shit11, @sagaofa-dying-star, @scatteredraysofhope, @the-chaotic-snek,

@thestrawberryapologist, @totheidiot, @trans-lobotomy, @urlocalsadkid-l, @wistfulenchantress, @yelenapines

comfort books

☼ a psalm for the wild built + a prayer for the crown-shy, coraline, the electric kingdom, the song of achilles, truly devious, a wrinkle in time, inward, heartstopper, the secret garden, severance, they

movies, tv, and podcasts

☼ coraline, the magnus archives, malevolent, spirited away, stranger things, good omens, over the garden wall, gravity falls, welcome to night vale, camp here & there

and foods

☼ hot cocoa, peach tea, lemon cookies, asparagus, fresh sourdough, grapefruit, chocolate chip cookie dough, berries of any kind

currently listening to

favorite artists

☼ cavetown, hozier, lizzy mcalpine, luz, wallows, girl in red, mother mother, arctic monkeys, billie eilish, madilyn mei, coin, tv girl, fuvk, gregory alan isakov, boygenius (+ solo work), maya hawke, pomme, cigarettes after sex, novo amor, autoheart

moodboard by my darling @wistfulenchantress <3

(dividers by @/saradika-graphics, their stuff is absolutely gorgeous)

[antointte]

▋ Intro. ♱ The Members of Antoinette [ See : The Marie's Strawberry Petal Cake ] * mentions of violence.

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა 🎀 ˒ MYA ✤

You're home when you're alone. / PARIS, TEXAS

ISHIDA AHMYA is as much of a mystery as you think. Her mother, Yuuko, is a social worker, but there is no public information including Mya's father. Also a former member of Weki-Meki, she was known for her charm and visuals. Her voice however, could be overshadowed by the more popular members. Not that she couldn't sing, but that her company simply didn't want her to. After Weki-Meki's disbandment, It was a learning curve. Mya pursued a solo actress career in Japan, skyrocketing her popularity. She quickly became a household name, starring in several hit dramas and films.

After a number of hugely successful OSTS, Mya ruminated her time as an idol, missing her friends and desperate for a new identity. In 2019, a representative from Hyacinth reached out to the actress in hopes of making her the first actress under Star Cluster Entertainment, a developing subsidiary for actors and actresses within the industry. She declined. As a result, Hyacinth's COO Yoonhee met with Mya in hopes to gain her personal favor. Mya agreed. As of now, Mya is the 3rd most popular member of the group.

STAGE NAME ⦂ Mya

BIRTH NAME ⦂ Ishida Ahmya

BIRTHDAY ⦂ April 14, 1997 (Aries ☼ Cancer ☾ Gemini ↑)

HEIGHT ⦂ 170 cm (5'7")

MBTI ⦂ ENFP

REPRESENTATIVE DESERT ⦂ Vanilla Macaroons

ROYAL TITLE ⦂ Princess of the Madeleine Lands

FACECLAIM ⦂ Sakura Miyawaki of Le Sserafim

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა 🎀 ˒ GRACE ✤

If you need to be mean, be mean to me. / I DON'T SMOKE

Seeing her at concerts, fans have described BAEK EUN-HEE as an absolute angel- lovable and pure. Similar to Selene, her mother is a renowned Korean opera singer, Baek Ji-Yoo. A lifestyle of talent shows, national performances and good fortune. The God's have graced you, is a familiar statement from family members. An avid F(X) fan, Grace jumped at the opportunity to addition for Hyacinth. Stage fright was practically nonexistent for her, so she did her best.

Her voice, classically trained under her mother’s nurture, stunned judges with its maturity. To her surprise, Grace beat 200 other auditions and was accepted as a trainee that day. Despite her talent, she has the tendency to dimming her light to be palatable to others, allowing her members to burn brighter. She carried the same professionalism as the only member with an official position as leader. Grace is now the 4th most popular member of the group.

STAGE NAME ⦂ Grace

BIRTH NAME ⦂ Baek Eun-hee

BIRTHDAY ⦂ July 19, 1997 (Cancer ☼ Virgo ☾ Leo ↑)

HEIGHT ⦂ 155 cm (5'5")

MBTI ⦂ INFP

REPRESENTATIVE DESERT ⦂ Apple Tart

ROYAL TITLE ⦂ Princess of Étoilebrûlée Realms

FACECLAIM ⦂ Jo HaSeul of ARTMS

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა 🎀 ˒ NARIN ✤

I gave too much of my heart tonight. / REMEMBER MY NAME

RYU NA-RIN was born to a struggling family in Incheon, South Korea. Her mother left when she was five, leaving her grandmother to raise Narin and her younger sister alone. Narin was always sensitive to the hardships around her, and though she was quiet, she found a way to express herself through music. She threw herself into music, finding solace in singing and playing her old keyboard. But her aspirations always came with guilt—how could she dream of becoming an idol when sister needed her?

Against her grandmother's wishes, in high school, Narin auditioned secretly. She was rejected by countless agencies, each “no” chipping away at her confidence. Hyacinth saw the potential in her determination, so she was admitted as a trainee. Narin is the 5th most popular member of Antoinette.

STAGE NAME ⦂ Narin

BIRTH NAME ⦂ Ryu Na-Rin

BIRTHDAY ⦂ September 2, 1998 (Virgo ☼ Sagittarius ☾ Pisces ↑)

HEIGHT ⦂ 155 cm (5'5")

MBTI ⦂ INFP

REPRESENTATIVE DESERT ⦂ Crème Brûlée

ROYAL TITLE ⦂ Princess of The Isle of Papillons

FACECLAIM ⦂ Kim Yerim of Red Velvet

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა 🎀 ˒ LENA ✤

I’ll make the most of it, I’m an extraordinary machine. / EXTRAORDINARY MACHINE

BAE HYESUN is the perfect girl. Full marks on her report card, joining every club there is, keeping her most loved friends by her side at all times- what is there to not adore about her? Her and her sister. Many recognize her as Bae Suzy, but Lena calls her the biggest pain in her ass. The two are always competing. So, Lena found herself under Blockberry Creative debuting in Loona, as the Tiger.

Lena and Suzy's rivalry was well-known among their fans, throwing (not so) playful jabs in the media, each sibling striving to outdo the other in their respective careers. When Loona separated, Hyesun already had a contract under Hyacinth's production subsidiary Blood Orange, she just decided to fully make the switch under the main label. Hyesun is the most popular member of Antoinette.

STAGE NAME ⦂ Lena

BIRTH NAME ⦂ Bae Hye-sun

BIRTHDAY ⦂ August 8, 1998 (Leo ☼ Scorpio ☾ Aquarius ↑)

HEIGHT ⦂ 172 cm (5'8")

MBTI ⦂ ENTJ

REPRESENTATIVE DESERT ⦂ Mille Feuille

ROYAL TITLE ⦂ Princess of Monts de Minuit

FACECLAIM ⦂ Kim Si-hyeon of EVERGLOW

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა 🎀 ˒ YUJIA ✤

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? / MY TEARS RICOCHET

A calm household in Taichung, Taiwan with a single father, YUJIA LAU'S upbringing was by far the best thing that has happened to her. Her father, BOHAI LAU, is a famous jazz musician wildely respected for his smooth sound and kind nature. Yujia never knew her mother, her father never said too much she didn't ask. Maybe it's in her blood, but she wanted to be an accompanying act with her father. Bohai agreed of course, how could he say no to his little girl? Her father played saxophone and she danced by his side, wholeheartedly. The entertainment industry being the right choice, for now.

In the beginning of the end of Bluebelle, Bohai witnessed it all in the industry and pleaded for his daughter to leave, to come back home with him and they'll be happy again. Yujia declined, she was tired of leaving dreams unfulfilled. And with that last phone call, she debuted with Antoinette. Currently, Yujia is the 2nd most popular member of the group.

STAGE NAME ⦂ Yujia

BIRTH NAME ⦂ Yujia Lau

BIRTHDAY ⦂ March 21, 1998 (Pisces ☼ Taurus ☾ Virgo ↑)

HEIGHT ⦂ 172 cm (5'8")

MBTI ⦂ INTP

REPRESENTATIVE DESERT ⦂ Beignets

ROYAL TITLE ⦂ Princess of the City of Éclat d'Or

FACECLAIM ⦂ Chou Tzu-yu of Twice

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა 🎀 ˒ AVERY ✤

Standing in the yard, dressed like a kid. / HALF RETURN

Lee Jo-Yun comes from an unfortunate long line of gambling addictions. Hilariously, her parents were renowned accountants for many high end businesses and government officials. Spending away any earned money on everything you could think. The students at her university often commented on her parents latest "schemes" as speculation about their lavish lifestyle occurred, along with strange purple bruises that seems to pop up everywhere. After a national scandal of her parents stealing 15 million KRW from an esteemed prosecutor, Joyun started to get bullied at school.

One day, she stabbed a girl with a pencil in retaliation for calling her parents "Korea's Thief" and was sent to the office. By the skin of her teeth, Joyun wasn't expelled. the only condition was that she'd stop fighting and look for a legitimate job. She agreed. After searching for job listings, “idol trainee” by Hyacinth became a notable choice. After an interview by Yoonhee, she needed to delete any social media three weeks before she could start. Joyun is the least popular member of Antoinette.

STAGE NAME ⦂ Avery

BIRTH NAME ⦂ Lee Jo-Yun

BIRTHDAY ⦂ July 22, 2000 (Leo ☼ Scorpio ☾ Libra ↑)

HEIGHT ⦂ 155 cm (5'5")

MBTI ⦂ ENFP

REPRESENTATIVE DESERT ⦂ Cherry Clafoutis

ROYAL TITLE ⦂ Princess of Lysien

FACECLAIM ⦂ Im Yeo-jin of Loosemble

[cadaverre]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

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𝜗𝜚 - she/they , cis girl , xv , bi , cancer ☼, libra ☽, sagittarius ↑, intp-t , aus , either a celestial god or a pebble , anxious mess , i change my theme way too much , gay, untalented and ugly , professional procrastinator , a humanities/arts/music girl in a science/maths world , free palestine [ x x x ]

𝜗𝜚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 - iced sparkling water, doc martens, dark colours, maroon nail polish, mascara, lipstains, the ocean, spring, playing the guitar + drums, going to concerts, photography, converse, piercings, travelling, flared pants, pineapple, italian food, performing music, heart lockets, dried cranberries, poetry, vampires, film, sunny days, vanilla, etc

𝜗𝜚 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 + 𝐭𝐯 - juno (2007), dont look up, little women (2019), scream (1996), ladybird, barbie (2023), mcu, spiderverse, gilmore girls, stranger things, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off + scott pilgrim vs the world, mean girls, dr who, gossip girls, do revenge, the bear, nbc hannibal, we are lady parts, bottoms, twilight, jennifer's body, the perks of being a wallflower, buffy the vampire slayer, deadpool, (500) days of summer, girl interrupted, thirteen, the virgin suicides, etc

𝜗𝜚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 - henry hamlet’s heart, tim te maro's subterranean heartsick blues, parable of the sower, the weight of the stars, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, harry potter (marauders, fuck jkr), i kissed shara wheeler, song of achilles, wings of fire, the secret history, the bell jar, lolita, the virgin suicides, my year of rest and relaxation, etc

𝜗𝜚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 - boygenius + solos, taylor swift, glaive, brakence, paramore, lana del rey, billie eilish, big thief, adrianne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, deftones, the smiths, the front bottoms, pierce the veil, gracie abrams, feeble little horse, radiohead, chappell roan, halsey, skullcrusher, my bloody valentine, sabrina carpenter, MF DOOM, slowdive, etc

𝜗𝜚 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐬 - the record, 1989tv, around the fur, riot, awkif, hypochondriac, girl with fish, doa, things with wings, punk2, songs, masterpiece, guts, lust for life, dykttatuob, punisher, stranger in the alps, icsmtidcaa, collide with the sky, manic, badlands, folklore, trafoamp, k-12, ttpd + the anthology, hmhas, the bends, brat, tsou, home video, a fever you cant sweat out, charm, short n sweet, the queen is dead, in rainbows, iichliwp, saturday night wrist, souvlaki, be the cowboy, blood bunny, operation: doomsday, etc

[ilguna]

Can I please get #14 from list 1 with Johanna either prepping for the 75th or in the area during the 75th? Thank you!

☼ slippery show (Johanna Mason) ☼

warnings; swearing, johanna's naked, a little nsfw.

wc; 1.5k

prompt; 14. getting turned on when they see the other succeeding.

—

“Finnick, genuinely, do you know anything about archery?” You ask, watching as he pulls a medium-sized bow off of the display table.

He briefly glances at you, unbothered by your tone. It wouldn’t be the first time in your life that you’ve questioned his abilities, because of this, he doesn’t let your doubt waver his confidence. With the bow in one hand, he reaches to grab a matching arrow with the other.

“I think you’ll be surprised.” He says.

“Really?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “Let’s see it, then, golden boy.”

Finnick gives you a look, one that tells you that you’re about to eat your words. When he holds the bow up, sliding the arrow across it, you take a step back to give him more room. He pulls the string back, taking in a deep breath, and releases the arrow when he breathes out.

The arrow hits the very outer circle of the target.

You sputter out a laugh, Finnick’s head whips in your direction to give you a nasty glare. You cover your mouth, but the giggles escape through your fingers. You can’t take him seriously, ever, and this is the exact reason why. He pretends like he knows what he’s doing, and then he does something stupid that you saw coming.

“I really can’t say I’m surprised.” You manage to get out. “Do it again.”

The corners of his lips twitch upward. “Shut up.”

“Come on, Finnick.” You grin, eyes wandering away to the rest of the gymnasium.

“No, it’s your turn.” Finnick holds the bow out, “You can’t just laugh at me without doing it, too.”

“Oh, yeah I can.” You tell him, eyes landing on Johanna.

She’s halfway across the room, standing next to a wrestling mat with one of the training experts. She’s got her arms crossed, head tilted to the side while she listens to what the woman has to say about the station. She must get bored, because she turns her attention away, landing on you.

The two of you lock eyes for a long moment, neither of you moving. And then, Johanna gives you a slight smirk.

“Here.” Finnick takes your hand, putting the bow in it. “We can take turns laughing at each other.”

You force yourself to look away from your girlfriend, to Finnick. You’d much rather be over there with her. The reason why you’re not is because she wanted to try out some of the solo training stations, and Finnick wanted to see if you had any hidden skills he should know about.

Despite telling him that you know as much as he does, considering you come from the same district, he’s going to drag you around the gymnasium until he’s satisfied or it’s lunch time. So far, he’s taken you to the more obvious and easy places to start. You can throw a spear and a trident with your eyes closed. And a knife isn’t that difficult, either.

With those out of the way, he decided to take you to the archery area. It’s clear that he can shoot an arrow, just not very good. You’re not entirely sure if you’ll be any better at it. In fact, you might be worse.

You sigh, fixing the bow in your hand. “I’m going to suck.”

“Yeah, I know.” Finnick says. “I want a turn at laughing at you.”

“Thanks.” You make a face at him. 

You turn to the table with the arrows, plucking one of them off. You hold it up, looking it over. It’s made out of silver, glinting in the light. You bring up the bow, mimicking the way that Finnick had prepared the arrow against it. The archery expert seems to have already removed Finnick’s arrow, giving you a blank slate.

You press your lips together, pulling back the arrow, closing one of your eyes to aim, and then letting go of the arrow. It whistles through the air, filling the moment of silence, before it thwaps against the target, sticking in the circle surrounding the center.

Once again, you let out a laugh, a smile crossing your face as you turn to see a disappointed Finnick. He rolls his eyes at you, and you place the bow back onto the display table. You raise your eyebrows at him.

“That was luck.” Finnick says.

“Or pure talent that you seem to lack.” You suggest, Finnick squints at you.

“When did you become so mean?”

“Probably right around the time I started dating Johanna.” You say, and the two of you look over.

Johanna’s peeling her tank top off, starting at the bottom and pulling up. She gets to her ribcage and stops, making sure your eyes are on her. The further she pulls up, the more skin she exposes, and reveals that she didn’t put a bra on this morning.

Finnick looks away, not interested in seeing her topless. You, however, are a different story. She wanted to make sure that you were watching, so you will.

She reaches down, thumbs hooking on the inside of her white leggings, slowly pulling them down her thighs. You shake your head at her with a smile, knowing full well that she thinks this is a game. She doesn’t care what anyone else in this room could possibly think.

When she’s got her leggings around her ankles, she swings it up with one leg, catching it in her hand. Only left in her underwear, she raises her eyebrows at you, and you cock your head to the side. 

Is she going to go any further?

The training expert comes over, taking the clothes from Johanna. She pinches at the fabric hiding her lower half, talking to the expert. The expert shrugs, motioning to her underwear. Johanna smiles, and then you watch as she begins to pull that down, too.

“What station is she at?” You ask Finnick.

“The wrestling one.” He says, turning away, “Let’s go fight with sicles.”

“Nope, I’m done playing with toys.” You tell him, “I’ll stay right here.”

“You’re going to watch your naked girlfriend wrestle with another woman?” Finnick asks, and then he starts laughing. “Why don’t you two just get a room?”

“You’re just jealous your super hot girlfriend isn’t here, instead.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest again.

You watch as the expert hands something over, Johanna squirts it into her hand, and then begins to rub it over her body. It takes a few seconds for you to realize that it’s oil that she’s spreading on her skin. Which means that this is going to be a slippery match.

“Well, I’m not going to sit here and watch Johanna.”

“That’s fine, you can go and bother the teenagers. I know that’s what you’ve been waiting for.” You sit down on one of the benches that are scattered across the room. “I’m going to enjoy the show.”

Finnick lets out a gag, walking away, you laugh at his reaction.

As soon as Johanna’s done oiling herself down, she and the wrestling expert go head to head. This is when she’s able to show just how good she’s gotten at fighting up close with people. It should be hard for the expert to get her hands on Johanna, but by the way she grabs your girlfriend, it’s like the oil doesn’t even affect her.

Still, Johanna takes the expert down on the mat easily, several times. She’ll twist her body around the legs, or do a maneuver where she flips the expert onto her back. She does it so effortlessly, like she’s done it her entire life. 

It’s mesmerizing.

Not only is Johanna incredibly gorgeous, but she’s also smart and talented. No matter how many times you tell her this, she always brushes you off. Then moments like these come around and you wonder how you managed to get so lucky ending up with someone so wonderful.

You press your knees together, gritting your teeth as you watch her pin down the expert, hand wrapped around their throat. It’s tense for a moment, and then Johanna backs off, letting out a laugh.

The two of them get back to their feet, where the expert walks off to the table, picking up a white towel. She tosses it to Johanna, who immediately begins to wipe the oil off of her body. You don’t move from where you sit, letting her pull on her underwear before getting to your feet.

The moment she’s noticed that you’ve gotten up, a smile comes across her face. She’s managed to pull on her leggings by the time you reach her, but she’s still missing her top. You don’t really care, and neither does she. 

Johanna doesn’t resist when you pull her in by her hips, lips hovering over hers. She closes the gap, a warm and breathless feeling comes over your body. There’s something about Johanna that’s intoxicating, and you can’t get away from it. Not that you’d ever want to.

She pulls away, lips turned up.

You lean in close, your right cheek pressed to hers as you go to her ear, murmuring, “Maybe you should come back to mine tonight, yeah?”

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this is part of my 3k celebration!! you can join until the cure is released on October 31st, at midnight!!

[fragmentosadolescentes]

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Escribiendo. . .  Siempre se quedaba ahí, podía estar escribiendo sus sentimientos, pero luego se arrepentía y lo borraba.

Volvía a escribir para luego borrar, era un bucle infinito.

No creo que fuera por falta de palabras, sabía perfectamente lo que estaba escribiendo y sabía cómo expresarlo, solo le faltaba el valor para enviarlo.

•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•☾☼☽•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 💔 𝑙𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜💔 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

[anonymous-rendezvous]

˗ˏˋ 100 Followers Event ˎˊ˗

We're going to do a community fic for 100 followers where you guys send us an ask with a pairing and a scenario/AU. Then we'll be throwing all pairings and scenarios into separate wheels and see what fate gives us!

We'll accept both Solo!character x GN!Reader's and Poly!Character's x GN!Reader. (E.g. Shu x GN!Reader, Doppio/Ver/GN!Reader, etc.)

These are the groups we write for: Luxiem, Noctyx, XSoleil & Krisis. But we can also write for Ren, Kyo, HoloTempus, & Shoto if people want more variety.

Also, feel free to get creative with your pairings! We will accept cross-wave parings.

Here's the list so far!

EDIT: Here are the winners! Thank you to everyone who submitted parings and AU's

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Rules:

╰┈➤ No HoloArmis yet, they only just debuted. We'd love to include them in the future but we can't include them in this event.

╰┈➤ All pairings will include GN!Reader.

╰┈➤ We can write polly but please don't suggest anything bigger than 5 members. So no Luxiem x Noctyx x GN!Reader or such.

╰┈➤ Mysta and Yugo will still be included in this event, so if someone suggests full Poly!Luxiem or full Poly!Noctyx, they will be included. This also applies to Magni and Vesper.

╰┈➤ Every pairing only gets one vote. So if two people suggest the same pairing, it's only counted once.

╰┈➤ Keep all suggestions as sfw as possible.

[fatedefyd]

   mini tag drop for iron fan !

#◜iron fan / au. solo.◞  🇮​‘🇲​ 🇧​🇦​🇨​🇰​ ﹠ 🇮​‘🇲​ 🇧​🇪​🇹​🇹​🇪​🇷​ ﹠ 🇮​‘🇲​ 🇷​🇪​🇦​🇩​🇾​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇸​🇹​🇦​🇾​.

[amayalols]

ʚɞ 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 ʚɞ

- 18 years old

- leo ☼, scorpio ☾, libra ↑

- 🇬🇧

- adhd + asd

𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓈

taylor swift, boygenius (as solo artists too), beabadoobee, lana del rey, ethel cain, reneé rapp & more!

𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝓈

brooklyn99, community, parks & rec, adventure time, superstore & more!

𝒽𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈

i enjoy journaling, baking, cooking, colouring, volunteering & i’m looking at learning how to sew too! :)

[silverslow]

about me

spotify . pinterest . letterboxd . carrd . pronouns page . disc is astraeasparrow . substack . airbuds . goodreads . free palestine [ x x x ]

she/they , cis girl , 5teen , bi , cancer ☼, libra ☽, sagittarius ↑, intp-t , aus 

loves iced sparkling water, dark colours, mascara, playing the guitar + drums, photography, converse, jewellery, travelling, pineapple, italian food, heart lockets, dried cranberries, poetry, vampires, film, sunny days, perfumes, etc

silver screen juno, dont look up, scream, ladybird, mcu, spiderverse, gilmore girls, stranger things, arcane, scott pilgrim, dr who, gossip girls, do revenge, the bear, nbc hannibal, bottoms, twilight, jennifer's body, buffy the vampire slayer, deadpool, (500) days of summer, girl interrupted, thirteen, the virgin suicides, easy a, fight club, i saw the tv glow, a complete unknown, euphoria, etc

bookshelf henry hamlet’s heart, parable of the sower, the weight of the stars, i kissed shara wheeler, song of achilles, the secret history, the bell jar, lolita, the virgin suicides, my year of rest and relaxation, girl interrupted, etc

radio boygenius + solos, taylor swift, glaive, brakence, paramore, lana del rey, billie eilish, big thief, adrianne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, deftones, the smiths, the front bottoms, pierce the veil, gracie abrams, feeble little horse, radiohead, chappell roan, halsey, skullcrusher, my bloody valentine, sabrina carpenter, MF DOOM, slowdive, doechii, jeff buckley, esha tewari, elliott smith, alex g, nirvana, arctic monkeys, kurtains, mccafferty, forest, 100 gecs, imogen heap, frank ocean, crystal castles, car seat headrest, etc

vinyl collection the record, around the fur, riot, awkif, hypochondriac, doa, things with wings, punk2, songs, masterpiece, lust for life, dykttatuob, punisher, stranger in the alps, icsmtidcaa, collide with the sky, manic, badlands, trafoamp, k-12, hmhas, the bends, brat, tsou, home video, a fever you cant sweat out, charm, short n sweet, the queen is dead, in rainbows, iichliwp, saturday night wrist, souvlaki, operation: doomsday, alligator bites never heal, am, diamond eyes, either/or, french exit, may it never falter, misadventures, crystal castles, twin fantasy, florence fields, intravenous french kiss, etc

last edit 31st jan

[torbellino1]

☾ 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊 ☼

Pienso y está mierda ya no suena tan triste

Desde que partiste el siempre felices conmigo te perdiste

Mentiras me diste y mi corazón rompiste

De mi cabeza desapareciste

Pues buscaba ser héroe ahora adoro ser villano

Ya que de tu historia entendí que no fuiste tan buena ni yo tan malo

Por ti yo moría pues eras lo que había deseado

Pero solo fui culpado de un cuento mal contado

En todos lugares el vil señalado más no te culpo

Es más te disculpo que ya se está por demás

Pues a mí me debo todas las disculpas

Por cerrarme a todo lo que me quitabas

Ya que desde que te fuiste mucho aprendí

Lo complicado duele en cicatrices yo ya lo viví

El tiempo todo se lo lleva así me insistí

Navegando entre las estrellas y deslizándome en arcoíris