#( 💓 ) ... pink clouds.

[pretty-little-kannagi]

I myself aren't very great, but i try

:(

kiss for you <3/p

[bratdykebarbie]

if a girl told me “you’re doing so good for me, you’re taking me so well, you were made for me to use like this, you’re my perfect little pet, my good fucking girl” while she was fucking me I think I would evaporate into a cloud of pink hearts 💞💕💖💓💗🩷💘

[sunsetsandsunshine]

HAIAIAIII !!!

I wanna request a tk fic 😇🫶🏻🫶🏻 so uhmm what about a Ler!Jeanette Ler!Brittany and Lee!Eleanor?? from alvin and the chimpmunks !!

~ 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚜. 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 ~

🩷💜🩵 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @giggly-cloud 🩷💜🩵

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝙷𝙸𝙷𝙸𝙷𝙸𝙷𝙸 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴!!!!! 𝙰𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝙰𝚃𝙲— 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 😭💔! 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘…“𝚝𝚔?” 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 “𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎” 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎 😇💝💗💕💓˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟸𝟹𝟺

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 🐿️🩵

𝙻𝚎𝚛’𝚜: 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢 🐿️🩷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 🐿️💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜; 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜. 𝙳𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕…

𝚆𝙴’𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙾𝙶𝙴𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁: @shut-up-jo @itzsana-kiddingmenow

@aeinzzzketchup @veryblushyswitch @mysteriouslee

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝙸*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚜 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ☝🏾🥸)! 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 :𝟹)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢𝚢 ˚*•✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“You…do know Billie is better than Taylor, right?” Eleanor said, grinning smugly at her eldest sister on the couch.

The eldest sister in question huffed out a bitter laugh, meeting the smallest chipmunk’s wicked smile with a sharp glare, “Ihi beheg your pardon, Ellie?” 

Although, the tallest of the three just sighed sadly as her sisters continued to bicker (for, like, the millionth time), sinking into the couch seat slightly as she observed WWIII being displayed right in front of her. 

Before all of this…drama, the three preteen sisters figured it would be best to spend as much time with each other as possible and take advantage of the Summer break.

Since school would hit as soon as Autumn started to roll around, they would have to go on tour, and go to school and a whole bunch of mega important stuff that would keep their hands full 24/7…

So, sitting on the couch and watching TV together peacefully was something they initally planned to do.

And it was peaceful! Veeery peaceful in fact. 

That was until Eleanor randomly started boasting about how the movie they were watching would be 100x better if 'Hit Me Hard and Soft' was the soundtrack.

But the thing was, they were currently watching Back to the Future. Which, if you didn’t know, aired in 1985. So it wouldn’t really make all that much sense if one of Billie Eillish’s album’s was the soundtrack…but Jeanette wasn’t one to question (that much anyway). 

The harmless comment caused the tiiiiinest ounce of outrage from Brittany as she went on and ON listing all the album’s Taylor had whilst mocking about the fact that Billie only has three as of right now. 

Petty sibling arguments at its finest…

“Guys, can we please just watch the movie…?” Jeanette meekly offered as her two sisters glared absolute daggers at each other, “I think it’s getting to the really good part…!”

“You said that exact same sentence fifteen minutes ago, Jennie.” The pink cladded chipmunk deadpanned, “Besides, avenging Taylor is wahaaaay more important than any weird time travel space movie.” 

“It’s called Back to the Future…” The tallest chipmunk muttered as she adjusted her purple glasses.

“Whatever.” The blue eyed teen huffed, “Anyway, Ellie…I think you owe Taylor an apology.” 

“AN APOLOGY?!” Eleanor squawked in awe, “The only person who should be apologizing is Taylor herself! There are waaaaaaay too many people on this Earth that deserve a Nobel Prize in Physics but yet she got one by just existing!” 

The purple eyed teen winced at the comment, sinking into the couch deeper as she saw her older sister get gradually more angry. 

“Wehell, I guess you haven’t read her research as the lead scientist of the Large Hadron Collider at CERN.” The elder glared. 

“No, no I haven’t.” The youngest said snarkingly as she crossed her arms, “I have better things to do with my time. Besides, she gives us blonde’s a bad name and I am not here for it.” 

“Heeeeere we go…” The brunette mumbled knowingly as she went on her phone. 

Brittany’s left eye twitched as she stood up on the sofa, putting a hand on her hip, “Well, at least she can keep a consistent hair color! Your emo music artist changed her hair color to every shade on the rainbow!”

“And?” Eleanor pressed on, “At least Billie looks good in every single one! Taylor being a brunette was just not it and you know it.”

“YOU LITTLE—!” Brittany sucked in a breath, exhaling slowly as her icy blue eyes met sassy emerald green. “I know you did nohot just—”

“I just did.” The younger cut off as she stuck her tongue out teasingly, “What are you gonna do about it?” 

“…Why don’t I show you?” The eldest chipmunk grinned, basically pouncing on her youngest sister as the two wrestled to get the upper hand.

And out of context? It honestly looked like a WWE match.

“GEHET OFF OF ME!” The mint cladded chipmunk screeched.

“Not uhuntil you admit Taylor is better.” The blue eyed teen smiled sweetly. 

And to a random stranger, that quote on quote 'sweet smile' probably looked 100% genuine. But to Jeanette and Eleanor…? 

…That smile had a whoooooole different meaning…

“N-NEVER!” The blonde exclaimed as she pushed her hands on the other’s chest. 

“Fine then. Have it your way.” The strawberry blonde giggled as she tickled the youngest’s sides casually and effortlessly. The green eyed chipmunk let out a loud but short scream as she descended into small giggles, hugging herself as she squirmed left and right. 

“B-BriHIHIT! STAhap IHIT!!!” The youngest squealed. 

“Ihi’m barely even tickling you, Ellie. Don’t tell me it’s that bad~!” Brittany snickered as she changed her scribbling to squeezing her sister’s sides mercilessly. “STAHA— squeak YOHOUR MEEHEAN!!” 

The oldest of the three chipmunks dramatically gasped, moving her fingers to knead at Eleanor’s underarms, “Me? Mean? Ohhhhh no no no no no no no. I’m not being mean…you’re just super ticklish.” 

The younger blushed slightly, clamping her arms down almost immediately whilst kicking her legs on the couch, “H-HUHUSH UP! SOHO AHARE YAHA— hic YOHOU!”

The strawberry blonde chuckled fondly at her sibling’s weak rebuttal, sneaking one of her hands out of the other’s underarms to try and tickle her neck but was stopped as Eleanor grabbed her wrist. 

“I know I am but what are you~?” Brittany scoffed lightly as she stopped her tickling altogether, crossing her arms as she raised a very amused brow. 

The two sister’s made eye contact— one completely amused by the very silly turn of events as the other was waiting for her grave to be buried. “Come on and share…since you wanna be all sassy today: share with the class. What are you, little sister~?”

At that tease, the green eyed chipmunk’s sassiness most definitely just went down the drain and into the ocean for sure.

The youngest let out a small, giggly whine, looking at her immediate older sister at the end of the couch in seek for help. But the only response she got was a mere shrug as she gave Eleanor an apologetic smile. 

Eleanor covered her face in embarrassment, her tail softly swishing against the couch cushion as her giggles became more giddy and desperate, “I-Ihim tihicklish…” She muttered out.  

“Sorry…didn’t hear that.” The pink cladded preteen mused.

“I-I-Ihihi’m tihihicklish!!” The youngest tried again. 

“Whaaaaaat?”

“I-Ihi sahahaid Ihi’m t-tihihicklish!!” 

“Sorry…one more time~? I really can’t hear you—“ 

“IHI’M TAHA— squeak IHI’M TIHIHICKLISH!!!” The blonde basically screamed. 

“Pfft— yeah, I know.” The eldest snickered as she kneaded the other’s hips. 

Eleanor let out a large and loud squeal as she weakly hit the other’s arms and hands, bucking and twisting around to at least make Brittany’s grip on her hips loosen a bit. 

But the blue eyed chipmunk just snickered evilly at the action, casually tickling her where the thigh met the hip, leaving the youngest of the three in absolute stitches. 

Jeanette looked away from her phone and directed her attention to her two sister’s silly situation, smiling happily. Well…at least they were bonding instead of tugging at each other’s throats. 

The purple eyed chipmunk looked towards the hallway, rolling her eyes fondly as  she saw a red blur basically sprinting into the living room. 

“Hey guys!” Alvin said quickly, basically jumping up and down where he stood, “Me, Si and Theo are gonna go skateboarding outside and we were wondering if you guys would wanna— uhhhhhh...wow.” 

As the hazel eyed chipmunk became more aware to what was going on in front of him, a small flustered blush appeared on his face as he tried to not look at the pink and mint duo— who didn’t even seem to notice he walked in (which was very rude by the way…) 

The purple cladded chipmunk raised a brow at her little brother’s facial expression, “Alv, you need something? You said you wanted us to—”

“Nope. Nah. Nada. I don’t need aaaaaanything…” Alvin mumbled out quickly and quietly, averting his gaze from the scene displaying in front of him to not worsen the tingly butterfly feeling in his stomach.

“AHALVIN! DOHON’T JUHU— hic JUHU— squeak JUHUST STAHAND THEHEHERE!! HEHELP MEEHEEHEE!” The blonde cried.

“Ehellie…my dear bahahaby sihister whom Ihi adore dearly. I would absoltuely lohove to hehelp yohou with your current…predicament but, uhm…I hahave places to go ahand plahaces to be. Sooooo aaaaanyways gOODLUCKBYELOVEYOUUUU!!!” And with that, the red cladded chipmunk Usain Bolted out of the living room. 

“AHAHALVIN YAHA— squeak COHOME BAHACK hic HEHERE YOHOU TRAITOR!!!” Eleanor squealed, letting out small hiccups and squeaks that bounced off the living room’s walls.

Brittany shared a knowing glance at Jeanette, causing the tallest of the three to nod quietly, sitting next to her little sister as she thrashed around. “Seems like that spot is really bad…” The glasses wielding chipmunk mused. 

“IHIT IHIHIS! YOHOU squeak KNOHOW MY hic HIHIHIPS ARE A BAHAD SPAHA— squeak!!!”

“That’s not the only thing that’s bad~!” The purple eyed chipmunk said as she traced Eleanor’s sides lightly, “With all your thrashing and squirming, I noticed you have one missing rib…” 

“NAHAHA— hic NOHO IHI DAHA— squeak DOHOHON’T!!!”

The tallest giggled of the three giggled, “Ihi just want to check to make sure—”

“NOHOHOHOH!” 

“Just a quick check—”

“N-NOHOHAHA! AHA STAHAP! STOHOP BEING MEAN!” The youngest screeched as she descended into a fit of loud laughter. 

“You’re mean for not letting me tickle your neck.” Brittany mused as she used one hand to scribble the crook of her baby sister’s neck while her other hand continued to squeeze at her hip, “That’s better~!” The eldest sing-songed. 

The mint cladded chipmunk scrunched up her shoulder in a weak attempt to at least cease some of the tickles, but to her dismay…it just made it way worse. The youngest dropped her hands to her sides, her legs weakly kicking underneath Brittany as her tail wagged, “IHIHIT TIHICKLES!! BEEHEE NIHIHICE!!!” 

“I was gonna be nice~!” The eldest sang, “But since you didn't let me get your neck…I'll just tickle your tummy then.” The blue eyed preteen grinned, wiggling her finger’s near the blonde’s stomach teasingly. 

The younger’s eyes widened in panic at the tease/light threat, grabbing her older sister’s wrists in an attempt to stop her, “N-NAHA hic squeak NOHO! IHIHI HAHATE hic hic IHAT THAHA— squeak THEHEHERE!!!” 

“But…I thought you liked it here?” Jeanette said genuinely as she stopped tickling her sister’s sides. The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes fondly for her immediate younger sister’s…compassion for all mankind. 

It was sickening, honestly…

“She does like getting tickled there, Jean. It’s one of her favorite spots…you know this.” Brittany said as she shook her head. 

“But she just said she didn’t!” The purple cladded chipmunk exclaimed. 

The blondie groaned at her two sister’s conversation…

God, would they just tickle her already?! She was dying in anticipation here!!!

Her two sister’s then looked at her— Brittany glanced at Jeanette as if to say 'I told you so'. 

And that’s when the youngest realized she said alllllllll of that out loud…

Eleanor buried her face into her arms, her face heating up as the dreaded ghost tickles got worse and worse. 

“…So you do like it! You just didn’t want to admit it.” The purple eyed chipmunk clarified as she put one on one together, “And earlier…you were taunting and bickering with Britt so she and I would tickle you, right?”

The younger’s face just went as red as a tomato, causing her older sister’s to fall into a giggle fit with her. “That makes so much more sense now.” The tallest grinned, tickling her little sister’s stomach and sides. The youngest of the three covered her mouth, shaking her head.

Oh this was gonna tickle so bad…

“I think you can laugh louder than that~!” Jeanette hummed, blowing a raspberry in the crook of Eleanor’s neck while dancing her fingers all over her stomach.

The eldest huffed out a laugh in triumph, cracking her knuckles teasingly as she kneaded the younger’s hips whilst blowing a raspberry on the other side of her neck. The blonde screamed with laughter, happy tears building up in her eyes. 

“There we go~! Much better. Don’t you agree, Jennie?” The strawberry blonde snickered. 

“Oho I definitely agree.” The brunette said as she nodded in agreement, “Ahhh tickle tickle tickle~!You’re so tickle tickle ticklish, little sis~!”

“BRIHIHIT!! JEHEHE— hic JEHE— squeak!!! GUHUYS PLAHAHEEEEEASE!!!” Eleanor cried. The two sister’s sighed lovingly, stopping their ticklish torment on the youngest as they sat back on the couch. 

The purple cladded chipmunk wrapped her little sister in a soft but protective hug, planting a kiss on her temple, “Are you alright? Me and Britt didn’t go too far, right…?”

“N-Noho I’m hic goohoohood. Yohou two ahare hic mean, thohough…” The youngest said through her giggle fit, resting the back of her head on Jeanette’s chest, “Wahait…dihid the mohovie ehend already…?” 

“Yes it did!” Brittany chuckled, getting up to grab the remote which was on the couch rest, “Whihich is why we are going to be watching Taylor Swift Reputation Stadium Tour!” The eldest squealed, flipping through the channels to go to Netflix. 

Jeanette and Eleanor shared a knowing glance with one another, rolling their eyes as the concert began to play.

Oh well…Eleanor would just have to get her revenge afterwards. 

'Expect the unexpected' is what her brother Alvin would say, anyway. 

And besides! After they’re done watching…maybe she’ll come to like Taylor’s music.

…Maybe.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[himegureisu]

bestie think abt this

Long haired snape

I'm talking like lucius malfoy style!!! Maybe he ties his hair with a little ribbon!

In my head Tobias used to insist keeping his hair short but he grew it out after lily died bcs he just didn't have the energy to do anything for awhile much less take care of his hair so he grew it out?

Does he braid it?? Who taught him how to braid? His mom? Lily? Did he teach himself?

Anyway he usually keeps it out of the way when he's alone but maybe he forgot to untie his hair before teaching or something and since then there are students who want braid his hair (imagine like the kids braiding rapunzel hair in tangled vibes 😭)

Hair

Summary: Severus Snape. Long Hair. In Braids. Wearing Glasses. You [Female]. I hope you like it. Teehee💓

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His long hair brought a sense of warmth to the cold that often went through the air.

In the past, the energy required to keep appearances was exhausting but must be done. His father threatened to shave his head, should he not cut his hair the appropriate length. His death and his mother’s neglect brought on the freedom to grow it long.

On the first winter of his long hair, at the Three Broomsticks, you couldn’t help but notice that he frequently attempted to tuck his hair behind his ear but remained futile.

His attention on a book of advanced potions when you approached, a friendly smile on your face, and a simple black scrunchie at hand.

“Would you like a tie for your hair?” you asked, his scowl disappeared, lips forming a thin line instead, “I noticed you were having trouble with it. Do you want me to tie it for you?”

Most people didn’t bother but you did. You even offered to tie and teach him. That’s how your relationship began.

It’s been eight years since then, five years married, three years dating.

In front of a mirror, you styled his dark locks, a braided half ponytail, on a silver velvet ribbon. Your cheeks flush at the sight of his serious face, round reading glasses on, as he read a book.

His hair was often in a half ponytail that would suffice until you could fix it. His fingers weren’t as nimble, arms not flexible, or long enough, as yours to do complicated braids. In time, he didn’t mind. Your hair braids becoming an intimate ritual between the two of you and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your bubbles were popped by the bell, echoing throughout the castle signifying the last five minutes before first period.

“Severus,” you remember, “Aren’t you supposed to be on your way to first period?”

“Oh bloody hell,” he grumbled, standing to kiss your cheek, “Thank you, darling, I must go,”

It was a Friday. His third years has Potions for first period.

To say his snakes and the lions were surprised was an understatement, his entrance followed by the scent of sandalwood, fresh parchment, billowing robes, long braided hair, and round glasses left them speechless.

Who knew he could look so hot?

There were some of his students infatuated from then on. Their gazes clouded, cheeks pink, and giggles soft lest they raise his ire but the desire was there.

“Did you know you made hearts swoon today, Professor?” you teased, at the Great Hall, during dinner, “Several students came to me complimenting your looks,”

“You deserve the praise, you braided it,” he simply answered, the goblet of water on his lips, “Are you jealous?”

“No, is there any reason to be?” you asked, he shakes his head, “Then that’s that. Besides…”

Your left hand makes its’ way underneath the table, gently brushing over his shaft, and taking his left up above to your sight. His wedding ring, usually charmed to be invisible, shines at top of yours in the soft orange hues of the room.

Your engagement and wedding rings were known to the students but his wasn’t though you doubt they noticed it.

“It’s not the only thing you’d forgotten,” you smile, he groaned in realization, “It’s okay. It was bound to happen at some point,”

“Unbelievable,” he sighed.

His younger snakes started to approach and give gifts for him to put on his hair. At first, he declined but couldn’t bear the face when the little one nearly cried at the denial.

Since then, he would put them on and anyone who made a comment on it found themselves deducted of five house points. They tried to convince him to let them braid his hair but he was unyielding.

Only you would braid his hair. That’s sacred between the two of you.

[sliceofcake-cupoftea]

Kyoudai

Request: @c2e2r2n Hello, your writings are so beautiful first of all😍💓 I had an idea and decided to ask murayama is dating hyuga's gentle and cute sister, but also hyuga is dating murayama's older sister😋

Character(s): Murayama Yoshiki (x reader), Hyuga

Plot Line: You and Murayama were young, wild and free. And that showed in your guys' relationship (if it could even be called that). However, what if a shocking revelation happens? Will this cause you two to finally start acting like adults?

Warning(s): Adult/Mature content

Fuck, you were crazy. 

Really crazy.

“Say cheese,” Murayama says, causing you to snort as he takes a picture. The flash of the camera lighting up the room; showcasing the sweat and other bodily fluids that litter your two’s bodies, “There you go.”

Murayama cooes as he watches you push your breast together, quickly pressing the screen on his phone to take another picture. This time pulling the phone further away so as to showcase where you two were connected. His hips pushing up to meet yours as you rode him.

“Such a perverted Maiko,” You scoff as Murayama pulls at your sash, pulling more of your pink kimono off of you. Though that only causes his smirk to grow; his lips and the area around it covered in red kiss marks from your lipstick, “Does your brother know you have been taking lessons from the Oiran at his gambling den?”

This asshole–

With a sickeningly sweet smile, you stop your hips and plant yourself on top of Murayama. The older man looking at you with an excited expression, seeming interested in whatever you had planned next, “Are you saying I’m nothing more than a common whore?” 

“Well, you aren’t exactly serving me tea,” Murayama folds his arms behind his head as he takes you in. Seeming unfazed by your stop of movement that also stopped the pleasure from rolling between you two, “Or playing a shamisen.”

“True. Well then, I guess I should probably join the rest of the Oiran downstairs,” You roll your hips in a circle motion once before lifting them. Making it look as if you are getting off of him, “I’m sure Futa or Raito will be around to satiate me. Afterall if I belong to Daruma, I can’t be having sex with someone from Oya–”

You yelp as Murayama suddenly grabs your waist, his tight grip slamming you back down on him before he flips you two over; making it so he was on top. The part-timer smirks against your neck as he continues snapping his hips into you. His brutal pace accompanied by his nips at your collar bone and breasts. Leaving hickeys and bite marks in his wake. 

“Murayama,” Upon hearing your yelps and pleas, his smirk only widens, “W-wait, Slow down. Sto–Stop.” 

“No way.” Murayama presses a searing kiss to your lips, “I’m keeping you right here.” 

“Murayama.”

Grasping his hands in yours, Murayama leans down to whisper in your ear, “You can take it, my Maiko.” 

“Murayama. I’m serious. Hold on a second.” 

What? 

At your words, Murayama comes to a grinding halt; freezing dead in his tracks while on top of you, not even attempting to move another centimeter. At first, Murayama thought he had hurt you. Something that brought an unsettling feeling deep in his gut as he quickly snaps his head up to look at you; worry clouded in his eyes. But, that assumption was quickly disproven by your expression–your face looking focused at the door of your room–as well as your body language. Unable to help himself, Murayama muffles a groan against the tatami bed as your legs tighten around him. Allowing him to complete the thrust he stopped mid-way. Though, you kept your legs tightly wrapped around him, letting him know not to move. 

So, he didn’t hurt you. He didn’t think you were angry or upset. He knew you were enjoying it by the sounds you made earlier. So what was the hold up?

“Hyuga! You can’t say that!” 

Oh no.

Not even hesitating, Murayama instantly sits up at the voice. His eyes trained to the door just like yours were moments ago; you had just turned your gaze to look at him, hoping to confirm what you just heard. “Oneesan?” Murayama finally lets out, his face in pure shock as he looks back and forth from the door and you, “Why is…? Are they…? What…?”

“Like I know?” You respond, wanting to slap the male on the head at his sputtering. But stop yourself as you hear your brother and Murayama’s sister laughing in the background. The two of you instantly groaning in annoyance. Especially as you knew what this meant. 

They were on a date.

While one couldn’t outright assume that, you two could. Especially as each of your siblings had told you they were dating someone and that they had a date with said person, tonight. A fact both of you had shrugged off, not exactly caring all too much about your elder siblings dating life. Though, now you wished you did. 

“This is terrible.” Murayama whines, his voice slightly muffled in your hair as he collapses back on top of you, “Our older siblings are dating.”

Then a sudden realization pops into Murayama’s head and he scurries back upwards, a look of horror on his face, “That means we are siblings!”

Not even hesitating, you bring the pillow from behind your head around and smack him in the face. Idiot.

“That's not how it works, dumbass.” You scold, wanting nothing more than to suffocate Murayama with the pillow right now, “Plus, it isn’t like they are married! They could always break up.”

“Really?” Murayama says, his voice muffled from behind the pillow. Which, with a sigh, you pull away before wrapping your arms around his neck. Bringing Murayama back down to lay on top of you as he pouts. 

“Yeah,” You grumble, your nose scrunching up in distaste as you hear your elder brother use a cheesy pickup line. Cursing underneath your breath, you grab your blanket and pull it over you two, making sure it covers your heads and muffled out the two outside, “We were first anyways.” 

“Yeah.” Murayama mumbles, a slight edge to his tone after a pause, “We’ll show them.”

“Murayama.” You knew that tone, he was up to something. Especially as you feel him lift his hips and leave you, “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” 

Though as you feel something fall against your cheek in the darkness, you knew it wasn’t nothing. It takes you a moment, maybe three as you feel Murayama enter you once more, before you realize what it is. The smell of latex and the sticky feeling of it being a dead giveaway.

“You took off the condom?!” You say, nearly shouting if it weren’t for the fact you didn’t want anyone to hear. Though, all you get in response is a chuckle from Murayama as he places a peck on your collar. His hips beginning to move, “Idiot! Murayama, wait!”

“Yoshiki.” Murayama suddenly says as he takes your hands in his, interlocking the two of yours fingers. Even though it was dark, nearly pitch black, you could see Murayama’s face over yours; likely looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t see, “Call me Yoshiki.”

“Why?” You sputter out, feeling heat begin to travel up the back of your neck at his request. Freaking idiot. It wasn’t as if you two were married. You couldn’t call him by his first name so casually.

“Cause…” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, “I’m thinking of a shotgun wedding.”

“You– Idiot Yoshiki!” 

“Atta girl.”

[pedrito-friskito]

Hiya! New to tumblr here, and I just saw your list! Hmmm I’ll go with 🎲 ROLL FOR FIC 🎲: Jack Whiskey Daniels & Fluff. ❣️ Thanks! 💓

hi lovely!!! thanks for the request!

full disclosure: this is the first time I’ve written dear ol’ Jack! put a bit of my own twist on it (and obvious canon-divergence cuz that’s just how we roll) - and the prompt I rolled was “is that my t-shirt?”

enjoy! xo

a promise - jack “whiskey” daniels x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: a bit of heartbreak, we kick canon to the curb, fluff and fluff and sweetness and fluff

You never thought you’d see him again.

That was the long and short of it. You knew him before, before he became one of the top agents for some secret service he wasn’t allowed to talk about. When he was just Jack, eldest son of the farmer that owned the ranch down the lane from the one you’d moved to after your parents inherited it. He was a few years older than you, all broad shoulders and cow-licked hair hidden beneath a dark suede hat. 

You still remember the first day you met, the way he’d grinned at you from behind silver-rimmed aviators and tipped the brim of his hat in your direction. 

“Well, hey there, darlin’.”

It was never a dull moment, with Jack Daniels living right across the way. He flirted with you endlessly, and you brushed him off more often than not. He was nice, and you got on well, but you weren’t blind or deaf; you knew he had a different flavour of the week that he brought home well, every week. While the rest of his family lived in the ranch house, Jack had taken it upon himself to turn the upper level of one of the barns into his own bachelor pad. 

You saw it yourself at the tail-end of a Fourth of July barbeque, a few too many beers and a little too much sun clouding your judgment. Jack was fresh off his latest fling with some sweet little blonde thing, and you were about a month out from your breakup with your college boyfriend — to him, graduation equaled ending things. It was hot, sweat pouring down your back and not even the shade was enough to escape the humidity. 

Stumbling a bit, you wandered the Daniels ranch on your own, a Corona dangling from your fingers, flip-flops thwacking against the grass with every step. You’d been gone maybe ten minutes when the barn came into view, you spotted the AC unit in the second-storey window, and found your destination.

You didn’t expect to find Jack sitting inside, mumbling to himself, and as you climbed the steps to his space, gripping the rail like a lifeline, you heard your name mumbled amongst his words.

“Just talk to her, ya big coward. You talk to girls all the time!”

As soon as you reached the top step, the blissful cool air from the air conditioner lifted your hair, and you nearly tumbled back in relief. Your gasp caught Jack’s attention and he shot to his feet, rushing forward and grabbing you, pulling you up and onto the solid floor. “Easy there, darlin’.”

His hands on your waist felt like fire, and he flinched away from you, the tips of his ears turning bright pink and his cheeks following suit. You couldn’t help your chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck, staring down at his boots.

“You’re cute when you blush, Jack,” you grinned, sipping your beer. “I mean, you’re cute all the time, but especially when you—”

“Can I kiss you?” he blurted, and you were sure you hadn’t heard him right.

“Huh?”

“Please?”

Wordlessly, you nodded, your lips parting slightly, head whirling as you tried to catch up with what was happening. Jack took your beer, setting it safely on a desk near the staircase. There were all kinds of books scattered across the desktop, words you could barely make out. He put one careful hand on your waist next, ducking his head slowly, treading carefully, like you were a horse that might spook easily. In a way, you were; you knew his reputation, your heart was still on the mend. But in that moment, none of it mattered.

You hooked your fingers in the collar of his t-shirt and pulled his face down to yours.

Kissing Jack Daniels was like watching a fireworks display. Bright lights exploded behind your fluttered eyelids, replaced your blood with sparks of excitement. His lips tasted like whiskey and cinnamon and his hands moved to your hips, long fingers nearly meeting at the small of your back. The tip of his tongue touched the seam of your lips and you sighed into his grip, melting as you let him taste you, revelled in the girlish thrill that zipped through your entire being.

Despite the alcohol buzzing in your brain, the sun warming your cheeks, your body begging for him to give you more, you pulled back.

“I don’t wanna be another notch in your bedpost, Jack,” you murmured, your voice suddenly small, the confidence you’d tried to pour into your kiss slipping away like a summer breeze.

“You won’t be,” he assured you, shaking his head, tipping his forehead against yours. “I’ve been…I’ve been thinkin’ about you, darlin’, a lot lately. Lot more than usual.” The corner of his mouth lifted. “Was tryna pluck up the courage to come talk to ya before you found your way up here.”

Your grin matched his. “Must be fate, then.”

“Fate, kismet, call it what you want, sugar, but I know one thing for certain: I’d like to spend the rest of this night kissin’ you, then maybe you let me take you out on a real date tomorrow night?”

You linked your fingers together at the back of his neck, his wayward curls tickling your knuckles. “Promise me something, Jack.”

“Anythin’.”

“Don’t break my heart.”

He leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth. “As long as you don’t break mine.”

You woke up in his bed that next morning, the warmth of him curled around you. Despite the heat in the air, you basked in it, pushed yourself against him in all the right places until he was rousing beside you, hands starting to wander and lips finding yours again.

“Mornin’, sugar.”

The summer evolved from there. The majority of your time was spent at the Daniels’ ranch, following Jack around like a little lost puppy. He took you on long rides on horseback, exploring the hills and valleys that sprawled behind both your family ranches. 

You watched him in the pastures, galloping along on his horse, Whiskey, lasso in hand, corralling the cattle back to their barns. He was a sight to behold, but watching him with that lasso was another thing entirely. His skill was something you’d never seen before. Jack tried to teach you, and by the end of the summer you were able to rope a cow from the back of your own horse, but you knew you’d never be as good as Jack.

Fall crept in, and there was no stopping the pair of you. You crept out of your own house and across to Jack’s barn nearly every night, the pair of you falling asleep in each other’s arms, waking the next morning to do it all over again. Rinse and repeat, there was no end in sight, and you silently berated yourself for every time you’d brushed off his flirting before the Fourth of July.

And then everything changed.

It was an unseasonably warm week. Mid-October and just as hot as it had been in July, and you’d planned a ride to the lake not far from the ranch. You’d packed a picnic, donned one of Jack’s plain white tees over your bikini, and headed over to the barn to start saddling the horses while Jack showered.

When he finally met you in the stables, you knew something was wrong. There was a pinch to his brow you’d never seen before, some unknowable spark behind his eyes that made your gut twist.

“Jack, baby, what is it?” You cupped his cheek in your hand, swiped your thumb across his skin.

“Nothin’, sugar,” he answered, shaking his head and pulling out of your grip, pushing his aviators up his nose.

Whatever it was, he hid it well as you rode to the lake, and it was another blissful day. The lake was quiet, secluded, and when Jack rolled over you on the blanket, planted his hands either side of your head and lowered his body to yours, your forgot any worry you had. You never made it home that night, instead following Jack up to the barn, your fingers twined together.

But when you woke the next morning, he was gone.

His dresser drawers hung open, their contents emptied. His favourite lasso was gone from the hook on the wall where he kept it, his hat beside it also missing. The side of the bed he’d occupied all night was cold, and a piece of paper with your name scrawled across the front sat on his pillow.

Inside, only two words: I’m sorry.

Tears in your eyes, your head spun. Anger spiked — more with yourself than with him — and silently, you told yourself that you had been right all along. You never should have let him in, let yourself get close to him. You’d only ever asked him for that single promise, and he’d broken it the first chance he got.

You collected your things from the barn, realizing you were still in his t-shirt, and walked back home in a blur. It took a few days for you to find the courage to go talk to his parents, if they knew where he had gone, if he was coming back.

“Oh, sweetheart, he didn’t tell you?”

That was the beginning of the secrecy. Even his own family didn’t know exactly where he’d gone, but that he’d been chosen specifically and that he’d be trained to become one of the best. It was what Jack had always wanted, they told you, and with every word, you felt like you knew him less and less.

You thought you were what he always wanted. He’d told you so.

 Resigned, you pushed him from your mind as much as possible. It wasn’t easy, with the Daniels’ ranch always within view, a summer full of memories tugging at you every time you set foot outside your front door. You decided not to let it ruin you, and dove into working on the ranch, helping with the cattle and the horses and using what Jack had taught you.

Before you knew it, years had passed. You knew he came home for Christmas and his mother’s birthday each year, and you made it a point to make yourself scarce. Christmas was harder, especially when your families started celebrating together on Christmas Eve. The first year he was there, you’d nearly burst into tears when he cornered you in the kitchen and called your name softly, but instead, you pushed past him and spent the night in your room with a bottle of whiskey.

He didn’t come on Christmas Eve again, and now, it’s been nearly ten years. Ten.

Ten years, and yet when you gallop toward the road that cuts between the Daniels’ ranch and your own, broad shoulders come into view, and you know it’s him. Same hat on his head, mirrored aviators glinting in the sun, plain white t-shirt that strains in all the right places.

It’s been a decade, but as your horse gallops another few feet closer, you know instantly that something is wrong.

Your brow furrows as you get even closer to the fence separating you from him, tugging the reins until your horse halts, sliding from the saddle. Your chest is tight, your heart racing as you close the distance.

“Hi.”

“Hey there, sugar,” he drawls, and you inhale deeply, ignoring every girlish instinct you’ve buried so deep over the years. “Been a long time.”

“What are you doing here, Jack?” you ask, your voice blunt. You feel uneasy, unsure what’s going on, and you don’t have the time — or the emotional space — to beat around the bush with him.

He reaches up and pulls the aviators from his face. Those bottomless brown eyes are on full display, and in an instant you can feel yourself getting lost in them, but then something catches your attention, just beside his left eye. A scar of sorts, round and raised.

Following your gaze, he rubs at the mark. “I…I messed up, darlin’. Made some big mistakes, took a big hit, and they put me on leave, sent me home.”

“What d’you mean, a big hit? What happened to you?” The curiosity is obvious in your voice.

“I got shot,” he says, blunt as you’d been, and your heart skips in your chest. “M’alright, sugar, I swear. I’d lost some of memory when they woke up, but they found a way to bring ‘em back.”

Your brow lifts. “And how’s that?”

The corner of his mouth quirks, but it’s a ghost of the Jack Daniels smile you fell for that summer. It’s different, softer, sadder. You watch as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out something square. He hands it to you.

It’s a polaroid picture.

A picture of you.

You recognize it. The day at the lake. You’re sprawled back on the picnic blanket, your hair a fan around your head, Jack’s t-shirt covering your top, bikini bottoms peeking out beneath. You remember him standing over you, camera in hand. Is that my t-shirt? Smile, sugar, c’mon and gimme a good one.

You don’t know what to say. The words swirl around in your brain, some anger and some happiness, some relief and some fear. You just stare down at the photo, the younger version of yourself grinning back. “I…”

“You brought me back,” he says, and leans forward, resting his forearms on the wood of the fence. “More than once, I might add. But this time…this was different. I’m done, I think. For a long time, maybe forever. And I…”

“You thought you could waltz back into my life?” you snap, your fingers bending the edge of the photo. The anger has won out. “After what you did?”

“No,” he replies instantly, staring up at you from under the brim of his hat, “I don’t. I know what I did, how I hurt you. I know tellin’ you that what I did broke my own damn heart worse than anything I’ve ever experienced before doesn’t make up for it.”

There are tears brimming along your lash line, and you blink furiously, trying to force them back, but one betrays you, slipping down your cheek.

“I’m not askin’ for you to give me your forgiveness, sugar, but I am askin’ if you’d let me try and earn it.” He shakes his head slowly, and you can see the sheen in his eyes, made worse when he sniffs and rubs at his nose. “I know I don’t deserve it, but maybe if—”

You reach out suddenly, two fingers pressed to his lips, cutting him off. You know you should be angry, you know you should be a lot of things, but now… “Promise me something, Jack.”

“Anything.”

Another tear slips down your cheek as he wraps his fingers around your wrist lightly, squeezes his fingers at your pulse.

“Don’t break my heart again.”

You see his sharp inhale, the sudden lift to his chest. “Never, sugar. Never again.”

[yuriponz]

【My favorite things】

ピンク色の夕暮れの雲

ブルーの空の優しい顔の月

MUSICA FARM のミョウガの甘酢漬け

甘酢がピンクになってとてもきれい

疲れた身体が元気になる

MUSICA FARM

[My favorite things]

pink sunset clouds

blue sky gentle face moon

Sweet and sour pickled Japanese "Myouga" from MUSICA FARM

The sweet vinegar turns pink and is very cute💓

It refreshes the tired body

[pomstr4wberr]

✦. ⊹ ˚ .꒰୧ ‧₊˚ 🍫 ꒰ WHY DO I MISS YOU?!♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ

୧ ‧₊˚ ✨️ ꒰ angst ꒱♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ dark content

✦. ⊹ ‧₊˚ 💓 ꒰ GN reader - you/your . ꒱ᗜˋ

✦. ⊹ ˚ .꒰୧ ‧₊˚ 🩹 Male Oc X gn reader

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍼 ꒰TW: DARK CONTENT, Pedophilia, grooming, trauma response, family issues, abusive family, mention of attempted r8pe but it doesn't happen here.

NOTE: DARK CONTENT !! The trauma response is based off my mine, be warned this is dark.

TRAUMA RESPONSE ::

Trauma is an emotional response to a terrible event like an accident, r8pe, or natural disaster. Immediately after the event, shock and denial are typical. Longer term reactions include unpredictable emotions, flashbacks, strained relationships, and even physical symptoms like headaches or nausea. Trauma response can be different for people for me I miss them[a trauma response that some people might have]

Please be warned if these topics trigger you! If this triggers you or bugs, you ignore!

THE FAMILIAR room stings your eyes. Blurry around the edges of your eyes like an old picture.

The writing of paper fulls your ears. It's the only thing you can hear. Your thoart feels dry, and it hurts. You don't have enough saliva to swallow.

He hums a tune, you remember, but at the same time, it's like you dont know the tune. You can't say a word, he coughs and you can a hear a chair moving it makes a thud noise.

He turns at you smiling, his smile is so familiar. The smile burns into your memory,

"Sorry for ignoring you, mx yn. You weren't scheduled for today, it must be important." He says, he pushes his glasses back up his nose, you can't say a word.

But you managed to say it, "Mr. Ito, I have came here to ask you something..." your words get quieter at the end of your words. He has a facial expression of confusion but he nods his head.

"Okay, mx yn tell your question." He puts down his pen and pushes his chair a bit closer. You get nervous, your face heats up a bit you swallow.

You close your fist hard, you can feel paper against your skin. You think if you still squeezing hard it can cutting your skin.

"Wo-would you look to s-see a movie with me?.." You managed to say out, you slowly let go of your fist,

"A movie?" He cocks his head to his side in confusion, you nod your head. A movie ticket tow of course. You saved up money in your cute pink piggy bank it had big cute doe eyes.

"Ah yes," you show him the movie tickets it was a romance comedy one. He takes once looking at it, smiling. His smiling face makes you blush.

"Okay, then let's watch. I could have a break." You smiled, he got up and helped you. His hands holding your hands you wished that lasted forever.

Sometimes you wished he had feelings for you like you did had for him maybe he did? But he would be getting in trouble for dating or having romantic feelings for some one young as you. Even though it can't be that bad right?

your old enough right? 16 isn't bad, your old enough.

You heard your parent's In arguing it isn’t new, but you heard a loud slap and crying. Normally you would go out and help your mom but you couldn't be late or he's going to disappointed in you.

And you were going to waste money if you didn't go and what happen if some other person would go up to him and watch the movie with him?!

You sneaked out, the cold breeze hits you, it gave you goosebumps.

You saw him outside, you couldn't help but smile. You yelled his name, he looked up and smiled waving at you, you waved excitedly.

You guys both got in, you couldn't focus on the movie it was like a blur to you. You wanted to puke to out of happiness because of Mr. Ito being so close to you.

You breathe in and out, it was like nobody else was in there just you and him. You slowly lean into his shoulder.

You blushed and after that everything was a blur, it was like you were floating above the clouds.

After that day, he distanced himself from you, Why?

He explained it was because you were doing good. You weren't on his list anymore why could this happen?

You soon found out that a teacher named Ms. Miyaki, a teacher who teached the freshmen. Why could she have done this?!

You remember walking up to her asking her why, she explained that it was wrong and that Mr. Ito would go to jail.

Harsh knocking is heard.

"Ito you can't do this to a child!" A female voice is heard on the other side of the door.

"Ms. Miyaki, you don't have to knock so harshly."

The female looked mad,

"Ito! You are having a romantic relationship with a sixteen year old." She yelled at his face clearly mad.

"Ms miyaki, they are old enough to make this decision. Their not a kid anymore" he explains.

"Ito that is no excuse for what you did! They are still sixteen!" She gets more mad.

You clench your fist this is all her fault. You felt more depressed than ever, you felt Angier towards her.

You did something to her but she survived, luckily she didn't know if was you but she thought it was your "lovely lover".

He was soon put in jail for pedophilia, attempted murder and attempted r8pe.

Attempted r8pe? Apparently she thought that he took advantage of you, that didn't happen the attempt murder was you.

You felt weird, you were suppose to get rid of her then run away with him. But he's in jail and it was all your fault.

Your noise hurts, the smell of smoke gives you a headache. The abandoned school which is now a place of rebellious teens. Smoking and graffiti on the walls.

There's mold and leaves on the school, you made it inside though a broken window. You made it to Mr ito's old room, the room you would be in before the addicted you caused happen and before he left you.

You sat down, breathing in and out. It reminded you of the old times. You clench your fist, whispering to yourself.

You held yourself like what he did before you left after the movie. He whispered in your ear, kissing you.

You wish that you could live in that moment forever.

Why am I like this?

Why do I miss you?

Why do I want you back?

Why why? You did gross things but at the same time you want him back.

Why do I miss you please tell me. I want to be fixed, I don't want to be like this anymore.

Why why do I miss you?

[spirited-avvay]

pink cloud summer 💓

[doveotion]

hi guys <3 I was tagged by the lovely @swimmingblues thank u so much angel I'm sending u all the love and hugs!!!! 💞💕🌸💓💖💝💘🩷

(pst! only the text in pink is what is true for me <3)

Appearance –

i'm over 5’5" // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards.

Hobbies and talents –

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand.

Relationship –

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online.

Aesthetics –

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season.

Miscellaneous –

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs.

@mywineandwhine @actualnymph @aphrodiitaes @spirited-avvay @happilyy @kaedien @godsopenwound @kieropi @chantilliy @chocochat @soulaans @98borabora @pollen @breadmp3 @truelovewaitsmp3 @aveil and literally anyone else!! no pressure <3

[emilythenavi-animorpher]

What gemstone/gem tail that associate and meaning with Fairy species?

👑Oberon👑; Sunstone: it is said to be a stone of leadership, encouraging the wearer to be open, benevolent, and willing to bestow blessings upon others. French cut, there is no meaning.

👸Titania👸; Redish-Pink Ruby: The ruby gemstone symbolizes love, passion, vitality, and strength. Princess cut, well it's obvious.

🤴Preston🤴; a mix of blue and yellow Star Sapphire: This gemstone is often called the 'gem of heaven' and symbolizes hope, potential, and dreams. Round or circle shape, there is no meaning.

🧚Sebille🧚; Spirit Quartz: it is a crystal of Harmony and Alignment, the is crystal of Harmony and Alignment. Long octagon cut, there is no meaning.

🌈Amitola🌈; Rainbow quartz: Some people refer to rainbow quartz as a "manifestation stone," meaning that it can help you turn your dreams and goals into reality. Same rhombus shape as Kazumi's gem.

⚡Munja⚡; Pietersite: it is believed to be a stone of vision and can be used for a vision quest or shaman journey. The cloud shape represents the weather.

🪄Jinx🪄; Labradorite: known stone of magic and northern lights. 4 luck clover as good luck charm.

✨Fabian✨; Lapis Lazuli: associated with royalty, strength, courage, wisdom, intellect, friendship, and truth. The oval shape is associated with unity and completeness.

💎Diamond💎; Pink Diamonds: associated with femininity and romance often symbols of tenderness, and sweetness, while representing gracefulness and elegance. Diamond shapes are often associated with royalty.

❇️Emerald❇️; Emerald: they are a symbol of truth and love while symbolizing royalty, but also with, eloquence, and foresight, their personality traits are loyalty, faithfulness, love, as well as peace, harmony, and balance. Emerald-shaped or rectangular shapes represent stability.

💠Moonstone💠; Blue Moonstone to represent the Blue Moon. Round shape to represent the full moon stage.

🌕Mizuki🌕; mix of Rainbow Diamond and rainbow Quartz: same info about rainbow quartz, but there is no info about the rainbow diamond. Unique Gem design which would be the rarest out of fairy species.

🌸Kazumi🌸; a mix of Rose quartz & pink Diamond: Rose quartz is a stone of unconditional love, the stone of universal love Pink Diamond gives spiritual freedom by providing clear thoughts. The rhomb shape is a symbol of strength, and invulnerability often associated with royalty, with the apex symbolizing illumination and the four sides embodying the four elements of a successful relationship: trust, understanding, honesty, and communication.

❄️Cryo❄️; Angelite symbolizes soothing and peaceful energy. Snowflake shaped to represent his ice powers.

☠️Doku☠️; Ruby Zoisite: there is no meaning. Stringer tail or the tension to represent the Scorpion tail so, he can use toxic to paralyze, put them to sleep, and poison them but he doesn't want use that.

🌪️Fuji🌪️; Amethyst: a symbol of peace and unification, the amethyst's personality is multi-talented, courageous, and liked for your honesty. Feather shapes represent her wind and air powers.

⛰️Daichi⛰️; Jasper: they are sacred of physical and spiritual protection, it's considered to be strong-willed and determined, they can be strong of self-confidence, and they aren't afraid to express their opinions, they are known to be passionate, enthusiastic about their in interests and pursuits. Triangle-shaped is a symbol of spiritualism and enlightenment.

🌊Eimi🌊; Aquamarine: symbolizes youth, love, and hope, also represents happiness, hope,e, and everlasting youth, also be associated with tranquility, serenity, clarity, and harmony. Pear/Waterdrop to represent her powers of water.

🔥Kazuya🔥; Carnelian: it's symbolic of the warmth, strength, courage, and creativity. Fire shapes represent her fire powers.

🌿Chikao🌿; Jade: it's a symbol of purity, serenity, and nurturing. Leaf shapes represent his plant powers.

💓Aiko💓; Spinal: it believe to encourage great passion, devotion, and longevity, it symbolizes health, revitalization, and connection to infinite spiritual energy. The heart shape represents the center of emotion, affection, and love especially romantic love.

📖Keitaro📖; Purple Diamond: they are associated with spiritual, enlightenment, and pride. The Eye shaped represents his psychic powers.

☯️Hikari☯️; Red Ruby: it symbolizes passion, protection, and wealth, they are thought to be protective of home, possessions, and family also can seek power, exude charisma, and passion, have a harmonic, hard-working nature while bursting with life. Flower shape, thanks to Inaaya for giving me an idea.

⛓️Tsuyoshi⛓️; Snowflake Obsidian: meaning conquering the unknown, and it can encourage you to identify unhealthy behavioral patterns. The spear tip shape represents a weaponized tail that he'll use for the occasion.

🔮Li Jing🔮; Pink Sapphire: they signify love, elegance, compassion, power, strength, and wise judgment, sapphire rules characteristics like energy, likeness, power, courage, vigor, and passion. Star-shaped represent divine guidance and protection while they symbolize excellence, professionalism, quality, and imagination.

👻Shen👻; Black Obsidian: symbol of power and resilience. Ghost shape to represent his ghost powers.

☀️Kira☀️; Citrine: they can associated with abundance, prosperity, and success. Sun shaped represent her sun powers.

🌙Getsumi🌙; Pale Blue Moonstone: it can channel hope, sensitivity, and abundance. Crescent-shaped represents his moon powers.

Li Jing, Shen, Kira & Getsumi belong to great pal @muncho1234.

Aiko, Keitaro, Hikari, & Tsuyoshi belong to my lovely little sibling Inaaya/@multiverseleaderxxx.

And rest of pure and hybird fairy belong me/@mild-secret-au

[pretty-little-kannagi]

Fuck them

Mhm.. it still really got to me tho.. I dunno why i just.. feel like I can't defend myself...

[thebeadrescue]

☁️ New Soft Pink Cloud Earrings ☁️

💓 Here on Etsy 💓

[hongjoongscafe]

✧*̥˚ The Doll *̥˚✧

-ˋˏ [Part 3; Serieslist] ˎˊ

-ˋˏ In the riddle brain ˎˊ

⚘ pairing: wizard!wooyoung×doll!reader (Jihyun)

⚘ genre: fluff, angst, smut, fantasy AU.

⚘ summary: his loneliness made him desperate for a partner.

⚘ word count: 2.4k+

⚘ note: AU suggestion and the picture edit by @nanibecute. Thank you so much 💓 this is how Liz looks like.

⚘ Masterpost

⚘ DO NOT REPOST, PLZ

He floated closer, "but I will say one last thing before going for now… Use your task intelligently," he winked and disappeared back into the wand.

"Why would you say that, Hobble Bobble? Why do I feel like you know something and I don't!" Wooyoung frustratedly said to himself as he tried to figure out his assignment. 

It has been a week since that night and now all he could think about was his assignment. Hobble Bobble made it very clear that he had to make something and turn that thing into a living and breathing thing. 

A dog…

A cat…

A reptile, perhaps?

"Ugh!" He fisted his hair. "Hobble!" His frustration was fogging his mind that he didn't see or heard the slight thumping and shaking of his wand. 

Hobble Bobble's cute little shiny eyes blinked and fell on his struggling wizard. He huffed cutely in his signature baby voice and roamed over his wizzy's head. 

"Hobble Bobble, where did you push me? I can't understand the assignment. It's too hard!" He whines. 

"What's so hard about this?" Wooyoung flinched and looked at Hobble Bobble in horror. "What?"

"When did you come?" He asked, calming his heartbeat. 

"Just now when you were desperately calling for me," the pink cloud blinked. 

Wooyoung nodded slowly and said, "ah, well, I was just talking… to myself," while pouting.

"Why can't you understand your assignment? It is so easy. You should use it for your good. It's an opportunity for you to be satisfied," the cloud said nonchalantly.

"How?" The wizard dragged his word.

Hobble Bobble let out a tiny haaa noise. "Use this assignment for your own good. The missing thing is what you want."

"It sounds like a bad riddle," he whined. 

"No, my statement is not a riddle, your brain is. Understand your brain, you will know what I mean," he said and moved closer to the wand to go back. 

"No, wait!" Wooyoung took his wand away. "Don't go. Please," he pouted. 

"I left my game in between with Tubby-Toodle," the cloud whined. 

Wooyoung curled out his lower lip even more and looked at Hobble Bobble with puppy eyes, blinking rapidly. 

"Fine!" The cloud sat on the coffee table. 

The Wizard went back to thinking about what he wanted. He was not aware of what was missing or how to decipher his brain that was, apparently, a riddle. 

"Something that I want. Something that I want. Hmm," Wooyoung talked to himself. "What can it be? I have everything. Nothing is missing."

Hobble Bobble sighed. It was going to be a long day for him. He should forget his game already. 

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Wooyoung and Hobble Bobble went on a walk later on when the wizard couldn't think of a single thing. 

The cloud, he knew what the wizard wanted and was missing. But it would be cheating if he helped him any further. 

As they were walking down the street, talking about random stuff, they stumbled across a toy shop. From the display, there were many things. Cars, buses, trains, doll houses. But what caught his eye the most was the big doll in the box, she was probably the height of his leg. 

Wooyoung stopped there and admired the doll closely. It reminded him of Liz. She was enthusiastic about dolls. Within a few minutes, she changed his views about dolls. It left a sweet smile on his face. 

"Wizzy?" The cute cloud called. "Is everything okay?"

He chuckled and looked away from the doll and walked forward, "just remembered something cute."

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They were sitting in the park. The grass under them was soft and refreshing. The tall trees were happy to provide shade to the tired passerby. The birds were singing songs of happiness, the children were playing the games of house-house. The chitter chatter of the ladies was just some whispers in the background.

When Wooyoung was young, he would play this game with his cousins. They would make him play ridiculous roles. Sometimes he would join them for tea parties. He chuckled at the bittersweet memories. They are so good that it hurts now. He wished he had someone with whom he could play these things now without being worried about getting judged. 

It wouldn't be bad right? Asking someone to play something so childish now when he and she are grown up. Definitely weird and probably they will be leaving him the next minute. 

Well, it is how it is. 

"I wonder when I will be alive again," Wooyoung sighed. 

"If you use your brain enough, no one is stopping you from feeling alive again," Hobble said.

"You keep on saying that and I'm still confused as fuck," Wooyoung laid back on the ground and the cloud found its place on the wizard's belly. 

"You have everything in front of your eyes, why can't you see it?" He said.

"I don't know what I am missing?" He tilted his head. 

"It can be anything," Hobble Bobble said. "A feeling maybe."

"Hm, still confused, Bobble."

"Nevermind, I'm going now, you are so slow!" He cutely huffed and disappeared in the wand. 

"Great! What am I supposed to do now?" He got up and walked to the one place where he could find answers.

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"Saaaaanie," Wooyoung knocked on his best friend's door. "Look who came to meet you."

"No one is inside, my friend," Wooyoung flinched when he heard San's voice from his back. San cackled.

"You scared me," he whined. "Anyhow, where were you?"

"Hm, Mary was out of town this week. She came back last night. So I got some stuff she was out of," San informed. 

"Oh, oky. Can I come in?" Wooyoung asked with puppy eyes.

"How can I say no to you?" San showed his infamous feline smile. "Come on in."

San opened the door and closed it after Wooyoung stepped in. He knew about his assignment and he was sure that he came to him related to that. Wooyoung doesn't show his puppy eyes for anything. San was more than happy to help. 

"So, what can you not understand?" San asked without any formalities. 

"What understand?" Wooyoung asked. 

"Don't be like that, just say it," San poured some water for him and his pouty friend.

"There is nothing as such," he said. 

"The assignment, you know what you are gonna do in that?" San knowingly asked.

"Well," he dragged. "I don't know," San chuckled. Wooyoung also told him about what Hobble Bobble said about something that is missing.

"It's alright, Wooyoungie. I know you will figure it out."

"There is something more…" Wooyoung sheepishly said.

"I'm all ears," San sat on the counter stool. 

"I kinda feel like I should go somewhere else. Like kinda vacation?" He thought about it, "yeah, a vacation."

San's face turned serious. It's not bad that Wooyoung wanted to go on a vacation but it was the weight of pain that his voice held. "What is going on, Woo?"

"I don't know. I feel like maybe going away for a while can be better for a change and environment. I just need some space… away from here," Wooyoung's eyes were glossy. 

"Are you sure it is what you want? I mean, you can go whenever and wherever you want but please, don't part ways from us," San got up and hugged his friend, "maybe you can use your loneliness as an excuse for your assessment."

"What do you mean?" Wooyoung frowned. 

"I mean, love is what you are missing, right? That's what Hobble said: something that is missing. Why can't you use this to your advantage and make an assignment from which you can cure your loneliness?" San explained. 

Wooyoung's mouth opened a bit at the realization. 'So that's what Hobble Bobble meant?' He asked himself in his mind. "Ah, I'm such a fool. Why couldn't I figure it out!? Bobble is right, I'm so slow," Wooyoung whined and hugged his friend tightly. "Sannie."

"Ah, pabo. I need to ask you to leave now. Mary will be home any minute and I want her to myself," San patted his friend's back. 

Wooyoung smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. "Okay, San. We get it," he teased. 

"Aish," San playfully huffed.

As Wooyoung opened the door, Mary was right there about to open the door, "hey Mary, have fun~" 

Mary looked at Wooyoung's back with a confused expression and turned to San who was now standing by the threshold. He just shrugged and brought her inside. 

"He is never gonna grow up."

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"We don't throw people away when we don't need them, do we? They also leave when they are needed. But dolls? Dolls stay with you forever. They won't leave you, you leave them on the dark streets like they meant nothing. They soaked many tears and giggles in them but it meant nothing in the end. People are ungrateful, they only see them as a non-living things. Dolls won't laugh at you when you cry. Dolls will not be sad because you are happy… The doll will always be there with you and will stick by your side forever," she said. "Unlike people, dolls are forever yours. Dolls fill the void in the heart and give us the warmth we need the most."

The doll. That's what he needed. Wooyoung couldn't contain his happiness as he was walking with a jump in his steps. Oh, he wanted to kiss San so bad for his idea that lit a big bulb in his brain. How can he forget Hobble Bobble? That little cloud ball helped him so much. Liz, he was near her house. So he thought of stopping by. 

"Liz!" He knocked. Instead of Liz, her mother opened the door and looked at him skeptically. 

"Yes?" She asked. 

"Oh, hello Ms." He bowed. "Is Liz home?"

"Why do you ask?" She asked while bowing back slightly. 

"She helped me a lot that night! I understand your worries about strangers… but please, let me just say thank you to her," Wooyoung requested. 

The lady slightly nodded and called Liz. She came running and beamed with a bright smile when she saw him. "Hi, how are you?"

"Hi, Liz. I'm good. I just stopped by to say thank you so much for sharing your feelings about dolls. It helped me a lot. So, thank you so much, Liz," ne smiled.

"Really? How did I help?" She asked. Her mother was standing behind, listening to them talking. 

"Do you know Wizard Hanbin?" 

"Oh, the master of masters?"

"Yeah," he happily nodded. "He gave me an assignment. I am supposed to make something out of scratch and turn it into a breathing thing."

"Like Chip Pot? Lumière?" She asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, just like that," he nodded.

"So you gonna make a doll?" Her interest peaked. 

"Yes!" He excitedly exclaimed. 

"That's so fun! I'm sure it is gonna be so gorgeous!" She clapped. 

"Thank you!" He paused. "Also, as you said that the dolls fill the void in our hearts… I hope my doll fills the void in my heart as well."

"What void do you have?" She asked softly.

"Loneliness," he sadly smiled.

Liz moved closer with teary eyes and hugged him tightly. "I hope it does… Right, Milli?" She asked the doll in her arms. Bringing her face close to her ear, she said, "Milli said right!"

"That's wonderful! Okay, now I should get going, okay?" He said.

"Will you show me your doll to me?" She asked. 

Wooyoung looked at her mother who nodded in agreement. "Sure! I'll show the doll."

"Okay, see you!" She said and went inside. 

Wooyoung turned where he was going with a content smile on his face. 

"Wizard! Stop," Liz's mother called. 

Wooyiung stopped and turned around. "Yes?"

"I have never seen her this excited. She doesn't have friends. Her obsession with dolls kinda keeps other kids of her age away… I know, I came out to be rude but I worry. It's not easy to be a mother of a daughter… I hope you will be her friend?" She shared her pain. 

Wooyoung's heart clenched. Liz was a wonderful teenager. She deserved nothing but happiness and health, "it is not an obsession. It is what keeps her happy. The doll is what makes her happy and fills her void. I think she can understand me better and I can understand her," he smiled. "She is already my best friend. Don't worry." 

With that, he turned around again and walked back to his house. 

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Now the question was: how he was going to make the doll? 

Wooyoung was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind ran in the past. As Hobble Bobble said earlier: "You have everything in front of your eyes, why can't you see it?" He said.

He tried to think of things that could make his doll perfect. Not that he had any perfection in his mind but at least realistic. 

Cloth? Nah, too plain. 

Crochet? Mm, too decorative. 

Wool? Ah, too wintery. 

Fluff cloth? Nope, too irritating. 

Wooyoung huffed and closed his eyes. His mind pondered the scene of his date with Nari at the wax museum. 

"I love going to wax statue museums. It's like, I am looking at real people," Wooyoung's date, Nari, said as they looked at beautiful wax statues. "They can't talk or do anything. Even the worst person's statue is clear of any sins. You can make them however you want. It's fascinating. Don't you think so?" 

He gasped and sat up straight. His heartbeat was running wild and bubbled with excitement. 

He picked up his wand and called for Hobble Bobble. 

The little pink cloud ball appears with tired eyes. "What is it, Wizzy?" He asked and yawned. 

"I know what I am making for the assessment!" Hobble Bobble's eyes widened and hugged his tiny arms around Wooyoung's face. 

"I'm so happy! Yay! What are you gonna make?" He asked. 

"A wax doll!" He smiled. "Tomorrow, we will be going to buy the material. And you are coming with me."

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⚘ Sanaa's note:

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

⚘ Taglist:

@veneziamadness @cheline @jhmylove @sansmilkbread @jayb17 @mirror-juliet @woo-stars

*lemme know if you wanna be added to the permanent or specific taglist*

Have a nice day/night💓

[lillygrovesims]

OCs as Obscure Associations

Finally doing this lol I was tagged by @necile and I'm gonna be using the lovely Amelia ♥

ANIMAL: A cat 🐈

COLORS: Pink, red and green 🌸

MONTH: April ☔

SONGS: Persephone by Sidney Gish 💞

NUMBER: 8

PLANTS: Pink carnations 👒

SMELLS: Strawberry and mint 🍓

GEMSTONE: Rose quartz 🌹

TIME OF DAY: Dusk 🌇

SEASON: Spring 🌷

PLACES: Tulip field, forest 🌲

FOOD: Strawberry shortcake 🍰

DRINKS: Milk tea ☕

ELEMENT: Water 🌊

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Taurus 🐂

SEASONINGS: Mint ☘️

SKY: Pink and purple, glowing clouds 🌤️

WEATHER: Sunny but with some wind 🎐

MAGICAL POWER: Can probably talk to animals lol 🐕

WEAPONS: Crying really hard 😭

SOCIAL MEDIA: Instagram 📷

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Liquid blush used for everything (eyeshadow, blush, lipstick) 💄

CANDY: Hard candy 🍬

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Car with music blasting 🚗

ART STYLE: Semi-realism 🖌️

FEAR: Being misunderstood, saying the wrong thing 🙃

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Fairies 🧚

PIECE OF STATIONARY: Stickers 💓

THREE EMOJIS: 🍓🐈📷

CELESTIAL BODY: Venus ♀️

I tag: Whoever would like to do it!

[nstyhan]

my absolute fav perfume EVER.

Cloud Pink ☁️💓