#CAN U TELL HOW IMPORTANT THE BLACK SHIRT WAS TO ME!?

[takemeinyrarmy]

im gonna live forever! ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

[little-annie]

NSFW STEDDIE & STOBIN TEXT CHAIN

Steve normal text. Robin’s Bold. Eddie's Italicized Bold

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___Bird Brain___

Rob

Bobby

Bobin

What? Im literally right next to you

And were at work Dingus get off of your phone.

No.

I'm. Uh.

?

You know the shop across the street???

?

The mecanic

Mecanic

Fuck

Mechanic

Okay.

They have a new guy

Okay.

And?

Gay.

Literally, what?

I think I'm gay.

Steve

Cuz like he's just so pretty

Steven

And that Haut

Stephanie

Hair

Hey whore

Wut

Bathroom talk. Now.

Were working.

You and I both know no one rents movies on a Tuesday at 10am

Bathroom.

Now.

To the porcelain thrown

You know sometimes I forget youre an idiot 20 something

then you go and say shit like that

…

Bitch.

Whore.

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How do I tell if a mans gay or whatever its is that I am,

,

Fuck

?

Bi schedule

Bi sexual

Ducking auto correct

Babe. I hate to break it to you but your auto correct is as dyslexic as you are. You basically train it

I-

Huh.

Well ghen.

Anywho.

Gay.

Whats he wear? Any piercings? Tattoos? Whats his hair like?

Oh! This is important. DOES. HE. HAVE. A. HANKY. IN. A. BACK. POCKET???

black overalls and a black shirt. Lots. I think. His ears literally look shiny from across the street. Lots of tattoos too.

And yes??? What's that have to do with anything? My papa had a hanky and I'm pretty she he wasn't gay

He probably was. Being Bisexual is genetic.

Actually?

No Dingus.

But like the man was in the navy? Right?

Ya

Gay.

Stfu

ANYWAY

HANKY.

YES.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK YEAH.

WHATS IT LOOK LIKE AND WHAT POCKET?

???

it's black

Oh hes kinky

What side pocket

It switches.

I bet it does

Gay.

That is a gay man Steven.

Go get your dick sucked or your booty bumped or whatever it is the kids are doing these days.

Eating ass

EXCUSE

yeah. It's a thing.

:0

Robin you literally munch so much carpet. whats the difference if its the rug at the back door.

Never.

Ever.

Say.

That.

Again.

Bubble bath privileges revoked.

You whore.

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The bath is sad with no bubbles Bob.

Make your own.

…

Okay. Ew. Stop. Stink ass. I can hear you. And the neighbors probably can too.

Are you sorry?

Not really.

Well pretend to be.

Kay.

IM SO SORRY

…

:’(

better

Your bubble bath is under the sink

:D

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Eddie

Wut.

Thats your new lovers name.

WUT

ROBIN.

WHAT DID YOU DO.

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*1 new message* Hi -the weirdo with long hair who works across the street (Eddie)

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I hate you

BTW babe you have a date on Tuesday

ROBIN IT IS TUESDAY

oh ya.

Well you have a date today gay boy

…

I need to leave

The fuck you do

Yeah. I fucking do.

I need to shower

And shave

And

I dont know

What do you do before a gay date

Prep?

For what?

Oh honey

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Should this hurt?

8⁰

Don't tell me

Are u?

Yes.

Shut up.

…

Does it hurt

Like.

Kinda?

Lube. Oh my god. LUBE. Steve I swear to Dolly, if youre prepping your fucking asshole right now, IN THE FUCKING WORK BATHROOM

I

WILL

END

YOU

:*

Youre a whore. Oh my god.

STEVEN I CAN HEAR YOU.

STOP.

This is nice.

Why havent I done this before.

Where's the protest

Prostate

Rob?

Brain me. Educate me please.

…

Nvm

Oh fuck

Found it

Definitely found it

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

like good for you babe. I love you and support you but OH MY GOD YOU WHORE GET YOUR FINGERS OUT OF YOUR ASS WERE AT WORK.

…

You really think Id do that

Obviously

Im fucking with you

Im just googling shit and well taking a shit.

Fuck you

Love you

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*2 New messages.* um. So. Im Eddie. Your coworker. Robin? Gave me your number and said we're going out tonight???

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Dingus have you answered your husband yet

FUCK. NO. WHAT DO I SAY.

well you could send him a picture of your ass

Or your tits

Or your weeeen

Or all of the above

Like a package deal

Hehe. Package.

Robin.

Ugh. Wut.

Be serious.

Fiiiiine. Introduce yourself. Tell him youre excited for tonight. Make a plan for your date. (Other than the reservation I booked you at Enzos) and then tell him you thi know hes pretty and you want to have his babys.

He is pretty.

And like. Id definitely let him try to get me pregnant

ANSWER HIM.

FINE.

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___Future Husband___

um. Hi. First of all I'm so sorry for my friend. She likes to get her nose into my business. Second.

…

Ithinkyourereallyprettyandimexcitedfortonight.

At the risk of being too forward. I like literally saw you my first day at the shop and have wanted to talk to you since. Cuz. Yeah. Pretty doesnt even begin to explain what you are. Like. Bro. Have my babies.

FUCK

I CANT BELIEVE I SAID THAT

disregard the baby thing

I dont know about getting pregnant. But Im up for practice.

Like.

If you are???

8⁰

… like

Now?

My breaks in 20

Fuck

Really?

Meet me at the van across the street

:*

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___Bird Brain___

STEVE

STEVEN

YOU WHORE

ARE YOU GETTING YOUR BACKDOOR RUG MUNCHED ???

OMG

YOU ARE

THE VAN ACROSS THE STREET IS SHAKING

AND ID BET YOUR LEFT NUT THAT YOURE IN IT

…

GET IT I GUESS BABE

DONT GET PREGNANT

OR DO

YOU DO YOU BOO

…

youre on your own for the rest of the day Birdie

And where the fuck do you think youre going

Eddies

…

Boo you whore

But like. Get it babe.

But I also hate you.

I dont want to work in this shithole alone

Steven

Answer me

Hi Robin

This is Eddie

On Steves phone

Steve's a little… preoccupied

OH MY GOD

WHAT HAVE I DONE

YOU TWO ARE GOING TO BE DISGUSTING

BUT BRO. ILL END YOU IF YOU BREAK HIS HEART

STRAIGHT UP DIG YOU A GRAVE IN THE DITCH AND BURN OFF YOUR FINGERPRINTS AND BREAK YOUR TEETH SO NO ONE CAN IDENTIFY YOUR BODY.

COLD CASE BRO

what would you do about my tattoos

Fuck you

Sorry. Positions taken.

Id burn your whole body. No skin = no tattoos

I like the way you think

But in all seriousness

Mmmm imma gonna marry this boy

Hopefully before the end of the week

Fuck yeah

I call best man

[dollfaceksj]

my cal 17 prediction : after the question yoongi will be like ???? and confusion + miscommunication = long awaited kiss <3 but i think im choosing to be delusional

hm… short update but some important info!!

can’t afford love | myg (m) #17

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WHAT DO YOU DO?

“Is Yuna the person you slept with?” — 83,4%

SAY NOTHING — 16,6%

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you chose:

“Is Yuna the person you slept with?”

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“is yuna the person you slept with?”

the question catches him off guard, that much you can tell

he glances over his shoulder at you, dropping the shirt he was folding

“what?”

ouuu

the ‘what?’ sounded

hmm..

confused? annoyed? weirded out? you’re not sure

you fight the urge to roll your eyes. you know he heard you

“did you sleep with yuna?” you ask, sliding your jacket back onto your arms

he blinks a few times

drags his gaze down your body and back up to your face

“and why does that matter?”

ah..

dodging the question?

“it doesn’t. can’t a gal be curious?”

he shrugs. “you worded it weirdly.”

girl what😭

he’s so infuriating

you frown in annoyance. “what do you mean?”

he shrugs again. so fucking nonchalant. “you just worded it weirdly.”

you fight the urge to groan loudly. “when you asked me if i’d been with anyone, i said no. i asked you the same and you didn’t answer. clearly that means you have. i was wondering if the person in question was yuna.”

he stares at you for a moment longer before chuckling and shaking his head

he stares at the wall for a moment, tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek

he raises to his feet

walks up to you

puts his hands on his hips

can he STOP getting into your proximity like this omg..

you fight the urge to reach out and hold his arms

squeeze his biceps

pull him closer

STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

he slightly shakes his head and tilts it to the side whilst he stares you down, his long black hair messy and beautiful. “what makes you think i fucked her?”

you shrug. “she was staring at us the entire time yesterday. figured she must’ve been jealous.”

he tilts his head to the side. “jealous? well, i suppose she was.”

huh??

so

?

they did fuck?

“she was?”

damn. u didn’t think he’d confirm it just like that

“hm,” he hums in confirmation. “but probably jealous of me. not you.”

at this, you frown

why would she be jealous of him?

“huh?”

he rolls his eyes as if you should know what you mean

“yuna’s gay, einstein. thought you were really pretty. said i was a bastard for letting you go or something like that.”

oh.

OH.

“oh,” you breathe out

she thought you were pretty?

oh

she was also really pretty.

:))

but

if she didn’t sleep with yoongi

that means there’s still someone else out there who has

“so then,” you start, scratching the back of your head. “you didn’t have sex with her.”

he bitterly chuckles

“no.”

you slowly nod your head

okay

OKAY.

he starts, “but why do you care? i mean–”

you cut him off. “the exact same reason that made you ask me that question in the first place, you dickhead.”

ouuuu

smack cam

like is he serious?

why did HE ask it in the first place!!

he licks his lips. crosses his arms. “i’ll be honest since you can’t be.” he takes a step forward, closing the gap between you two.

his breath fans down on your face

makes you look up at him

your eyes big and doe-like exactly how he likes them.

he says, “i asked because i can’t fucking stand the thought of anyone else touching you. happy?”

ah

there it is

it was pretty obvious to begin with but you’re satisfied to hear it now

“since you wanna be so honest,” you begin, “why don’t you go ahead and tell me who the hell you fucked?”

he squints his eyes at you

drops his eyes down to your lips

then back up to your eyes before he shrugs

“i don’t remember.”

???

does he think he’s being funny

“what?”

“i don’t remember.”

what the fuck??

oh he’s about to piss you off forreal

“what do you mean, you don’t remember?”

he sighs in exasperation. “that i don’t fucking remember who i slept with, y/n. jesus.”

you angrily frown at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “how the hell did that happen?”

his lips twitch and so do his eyebrows

he does this when he’s mad

or annoyed

or both

“you wanna know how that fucking happened?” he doesn’t let you answer as he wraps his hand around your bicep and pushes you flat against the wall

you were already close to the wall but now you’re caged

his body keeping you trapped against the wall

seems like he’s still doubting whether to tell you

seems like its on the tip of his tongue

seems like your eyes simply break his resolve.

“it happened after the divorce was finalized.”

ah fuck

he’s telling you

are you even ready to hear this?

well, you asked for it

“i cried my fucking heart out. what the hell was i supposed to do? the love of my life wanted nothing to do with me anymore. i drank for months. i drank so fucking much that i’d pass out in my own vomit.”

oh

you remember seokjin and jimin talking about how bad yoongi was taking the divorce but so were you

you were in your own world of pain

but the thought of yoongi crying, drinking until he vomits and passes out in his own puke is gut wrenching

you brows furrow together as you stare up at him

his voice sounds so angry yet delicate

like it’ll break any moment

and the look on his face

is heartbreaking

“so, when the boys told me to go out with them for the first time in years, i didn’t decline. i literally don’t even remember that night. woke up in some random lady’s bed. condom still on my dick and i didn’t even fucking cum cause there were no traces anywhere. i left immediately. that what you wanna fucking hear? i don’t know her name or what she looks like. just know that she sort of looked like you.”

oh

wow

okay

silence.

complete

and utter

silence

your nose starts heating up

eyes start tearing

fuck

your bottom lips starts to quiver as you try to swallow your sobs

he lets go of you

and you both just

stare. in silence.

his feline eyes are so intense. it’s like it’s the only thing you can see in this moment

you part your lips to say something

anything

but nothing comes out

and just on cue

there’s a sound ripping through the room

his intense eyes tear away from you when he hears the sound of his babyphone

it’s jun

he sighs and shakes his head

runs his hand through his hair

whilst you stand there trying to process this information, yoongi slides his bathrobe on and leaves to go check on jun

it’s quiet in his room

cold

lonely

you wonder how many times he was in this room and just cried over you

over losing you

but

by the time he comes back to his room

you’re nowhere to be found

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[suengmi]

DUUUUUUDDDDEEEEEEEE I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR UR REQS TO OPEN AHH

okay okay hear me out on this one..

When you had a fight with Felix (god forbid) and you are sulking but it’s thundering outside and you are scared of thunder, so he comes up though you are not talking 🥺🥺 can i cry please

NYAH SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO OPEN ya boi was zzzz but here you go!! hope u enjoy my love!! whenever i write fluff and stuff i get so mad bc it's so cute im like BALLS FISTS and hITS THE AIR so at this point you're taking me down with you

pairing: felix x gn!reader genre: lil angst, fluff, gn!reader warnings/other: none, .9k, kinda edited there were very few times you had argued with felix. it was never to the point of yelling nor insults, but sometimes he frustrated you to no end.

on occasion, felix would do small, careless things that turned into, well, large, careless things. you weren't living together, though he was at your house enough to have a key and free range of your fridge. you'd joke about how he was your live-in farm animal because he consistently grazed on your food. you didn't mind, though, your cute calf lounging around your house.

but this time, he sent you into a rage. felix eating your food. it wasn't just food, it was the cake you had hand baked for your friends birthday, and it was very important. you slaved over the cake for three days, the first one you made was a disaster, the second the same but the third time, it was flawless. you were so proud.

the three tiers of cake perfectly aligned with the black and red fudge. pretty little pearl gems along the side with hand crafted roses. it was your shining glory. everything about it was absolutely perfect.

well, that was before felix decided to press his finger in it to try it, the pressure of his touch making the cake completely topple over in the fridge. it was ruined, not even a tiny bit salvageable.

nothing in you regretted kicking him out this morning, until now. the gentle sounds of rain trickled down the windows in the beginning, small spurts of harsh wind whispering through the trees.

it was okay at first, you liked the rain but you didn't like thunder. something about the sound clawed into your chest, burying itself deep inside you and making itself at home. it was scary, the feeling of your windows shaking back and forth with the bangs of the wind.

every minute, it got worse. you could hear the sounds of branches snapping, thunder rumbling into the walls of the house with every snap of clouds banging into each other.

you're stuck in your closet, hands pressing against your ears as you rock back and forth, trying to hum yourself to calm down, almost like a lullaby. your mind tells you if you leave the closet, it'll get worse. like somehow, your movements will change the course of nature.

another bang shutters the windows, you whimper, scared of the noises yet to come. a strangled zap echoes in your room, all of the lights switching off in an instant. it's completely pitch black, the only light coming from your phone on the ground next to you.

"please stop, please stop." you chant to yourself over and over, eyes pressing shut. the weather channel lied. this isn't light showers. this was the throat of a demon swallowing the world.

you don't even notice the closet door open at first, a small amount of light peeping through from a torch. your boyfriend is staring down at you. he takes you in, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, and he's slightly out of breath as if he ran the whole way here.

"baby, it's okay, it's me." he almost whispers. he notices the wet marks on your shirt, little droplets of tears planting themselves in the fabric.

nothing comes out of your mouth but a small whimper.

bang. the sound of thunder surrounds the house, slightly shaking the pictures on your wall. you let out a sob, mind still stinging with fright.

"here, here." felix says, showing you a pair of noise cancelling headphones. you can't move, frozen in your spot. he knows exactly what to do, this isn't the first time you've been this scared before.

ever so gently, he pry's your hands from your ears, placing the headphones over your head. it's one of your favourite songs, just loud enough to drown out the sound of the thunderstorm. you feel him slot himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, head pressed against your neck. you can't hear him, but you can feel his lips moving against you. his hair is cold, still dripping from the rain.

"it'll be over soon, i promise."

your body automatically turns to him, seeking shelter in his chest, arms wrapping around his waist. a crack of thunder pangs, but it's not as loud this time. you're melting into your boyfriends touch, his arms rubbing soothing lines along your back, rocking you with him. the anxiety in your chest lessens, every minute that goes by you can feel yourself calm just a bit more.

felix dips his head down as he delicately pulls you back, eyes meeting your own. "it's not gonna hurt you, it's okay. i'm here, baby."

a few kisses are pressed on your cheek, and then one on your forehead. he hums, cheek resting against you, the feeling vibrating through your body.

you're not sure how long you sit like this, but you haven't felt and rumbles for a few minutes. when you've calmed down a bit, you lean back, rain still pouring down on the windows.

"i'm still mad at you."

the corner of his mouth turns up at one side, his fingers rubbing along the bloated edges of your cheeks. "i'd be disappointed if you weren't."

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GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I UPSET MYSELFFFFF

[horrorfolk]

Do you have any passing tips for being stealth?

I Do but I don't want to get cancelled for encouraging passing culture or whatever but if u rly wanna know here lmao:

Disclaimer: these tips are just what have helped ME, I'm only speaking for myself and what I have observed works for me. I am a very androgynous person, I don't pass as male without trying. These tips are for people who probably haven't been on T for 8 years but probably have been on T a bit and kind of teeter the edge between passing and not. You don't have to pass to be valid yadda yadda whatever but some people want to pass and be stealth and this is for those people.

I wouldn't dream of trying to be stealth pre top surgery just bc it would have been impossible for me but there are ways to conceal binders in day to day. I'm stealth at cosmetology school and we have a very strict dress code and I wouldn't even be able to wear anything that would show a binder or that I've had surgery. So stick to clothes that cover you up - men's cut T shirts and long sleeves. I wear turtlenecks a lot bc I just personally like them but they also add a bit more coverage than a typically cut shirt.

You will probably be perceived as a queer/gay man. And (statistically speaking) you're probably into men anyway. Lean into it a bit. I don't mean act overly flamboyant or anything but people overlook feminine behaviors and traits in a man they perceive as gay. I'm dating a man so it's easy for me to just say "my partner" or "my boyfriend" to make it clear - if you're straight this is a bit difficult bc you will most likely at LEAST have people assume you're gay just due to the "feminine" behaviors you were taught your entire life. In that case you kind of have to work to unlearn those. A lot of how people perceive your gender has to do with your mannerisms.

Idk about you but I'm short af and always thought it would be a huge hindrance to passing. But it's not really! I wear platform doc martens which gives me a couple inches boost and there are insoles that can bump you up a bit too. It's not necessary though, men can be short.

Do voice training. A lotttt of trans men overlook this and think it's only necessary for trans women. No! You need to voice train if you want to pass. Stop speaking in that customer service voice too, ESPECIALLY to other men. I'd just look up voice training videos and practice on your own and then slowly implement it into daily life. It really changed the way not only how people perceive my gender but also the amount of respect other men give me. Which is sad but it's part of the game.

You will likely look younger than you are. One way to combat this is with clothing choices and hairstyles that flatter you. Don't choose a longer fluffy haircut that will make you look boyish. Choose something short on the sides and longer on the top, maybe with a fade but definitely with clippers. You can get this cut at any barbershop or salon - it's the first kind of haircut for men that they teach. Avoid unnatural colors in your hair. You can spice it up with coloring your hair for sure but I wouldn't go for bright pink or blue. (This was sad to give up for me but damn near a necessity if you want to pass. I am however just as happy with black hair with a blonde streak.)

High emphasis on the haircut. I see so many trans men get extremely feminine cuts and colors and then complain that they don't pass. Your hair is very important in how people perceive your gender. Study the difference between a pixie and a men's cut and don't dance the line. Avoid shaving your head bald - it exposes your whole face and skull shape which is also something people look at to determine gender. Get something short and masculine, think square not round shapes.

Just don't wear makeup. I know you think it helps to contour and darken your eyebrows but it doesn't. Everyone can tell it isn't natural and men rarely ever wear makeup. You may be able to get away with it in a setting like mine (cosmetology school or being a literal makeup artist) but otherwise it's only hindering your ability to pass. If you want darker eyebrows/facial hair consider dyeing it with just for men facial dye.

If you can grow facial hair, do. It's a game changer in passing. People will very rarely see someone with a mustache and think "woman." (Not to say this doesn't happen, it does, but less.) If you can't grow facial hair, don't draw it on for the love of god. I made this mistake for a while of putting makeup on the vellus hair above my lip to make it appear like a mustache and that shit looks ridiculous. Just shave it clean if it's not full enough to be an actual mustache. I myself have a really thin mustache but it's enough that it immediately signals to others that I'm a man. You can use rogaine on the face to grow more facial hair - I did this and can attest that it works. (Just be careful if you have cats, it's toxic to them.)

Last thing I'll say, is be wary of your clothing choices. You can wear some feminine things if you make up for them in other ways. For example, I love high waisted pants. I refuse to wear other pants. Therefore my pants are usually found from the women's section or I wear oversized men's pants at the waist instead of at the hip. This creates a feminine silhouette but I counteract it by wearing a baggy top that falls over the waist, covering it, OR tucking the shirt in and allowing it to be loose at the point where it tucks in (if that makes sense?) Basically think rectangle and triangle shapes instead of curvy round ones for clothes. Try to create a silhouette that slims the hips down. Also, wear clothes that fit! Don't oversize everything (I'm guilty of this sometimes but try to balance out the bottom and top halves). Oversized clothing is still better than very tight clothing that will show everything but it makes you look shorter and more round and we're trying to achieve rectangle/triangle. When I gained 40 lbs I had to really deep dive into plus size men's fashion and find all new ways to dress myself bc I was so used to being skinny and being able to wear anything I wanted while still looking masculine bc I had no curves lol. T has changed my fat distribution a Little Bit, but I still very much have hips and an ass on me and I combat this with loose, straight leg pants and a shirt that falls over the top of the butt (aka don't wear crop tops, they aren't helping you.) But yeah! You'd be surprised at how much you can do with masculine clothing. People often say masc style is "boring" but it's totally not! I love Pinterest for finding outfit inspo. You can also incorporate feminine pieces into an overall masculine outfit and get away with it if you know what you're doing.

So yeah!! Those are my tips. Hope they help someone :') I'm new to living stealth and it's kinda scary at first, you do have to subtly lie about your life sometimes. But overall I'm much happier this way and my dysphoria has drastically decreased.

[generational-atrophy]

Main 8 and what they find psychically attractive in others?

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Their Physical Preferences!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N i realized i wouldnt be done with the other one for a bit so this one is a little shorter. To . still. Be active. ok contiuing. WAITI ASSUMED YOU MEANT. PHYSICAL. physical is what ur getting sorry. i did not proofread this u cant make me

Trigger Warning: Some of these may not apply to you but don’t worry they would still like you <3

Alfred would love an S/O that is not very traditionally attractive! Skin marks, acne, freckles, he absolutely adores all of that! The less euro-centric you look, the more perfect he finds you.

Someone who doesn’t put a lot of effort into their appearance. He’d prefer sweatpants, a stained shirt, and scrunchies over a nicely pressed outfit and done up hair any day.

He’d prefer that his partner doesn’t physically outmatch him. Looks wise or physique wise (he’s insecure about his weight…) So he’d like his partner to be shorter than him.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind a more traditional S/O either. In the back of his mind, he still remembers his dreams of a 50s housewife. But he’d never try to hold you to those standards!

Ironically, Arthur would prefer a partner that doesn’t look very much like… most British people? Basically, he doesn’t like most of the features he has in an S/O.

This is very specific… but he’d love an S/O with interesting eyes. Just plain blue or plain brown would be fine, but those with hazel or endlessly deep black would appeal to him much more.

He’d prefer an S/O that dresses more classically, sort of like him! But… he also had his punk years. If you’re punk as shit, with piercings, dyed hair, crazy makeup, he can’t resist you!

Basically, the less you fit the norm, the more he’s gonna like you. Even if he tries to tell himself he doesn’t.

Francis is surprisingly particular about how his S/O looks.  Of course, he can adapt to anyone, but he’d prefer his lover to be rather attractive.

He wants to be able to walk down the street and have people gawk at his partner. Of course, even if they don’t, he’ll make up for it plenty <3

Someone with beautiful hair! Whether that be intricate braids, long flowing locks, or some modern, artistic style. He just loves nicely taken care of hair (why do you think his looks like that?)

He’d love a partner whose taller than him! Basically, in every area, he wants to be outmatched by your attractiveness. Which, through his rose-tinted glasses, is not a very high bar.

Yao has dated many, many people, all of whom look completely different! He has no preferences, but his dream would be someone who looks more like his country's older beauty standards.

But more important than that, he’d prefer his S/O looks more natural than anything. Too much makeup while trying to look like you’re not wearing any… is very unappealing to him.

He’d love if you had longer hair! He loves braiding hair, it’s very relaxing for him.

If you wanted him to, he’d help, but he’d prefer if you’re pretty capable of taking good care of yourself. Regular showers, skincare, things like that. 

Someone with younger features like him! But not too young, that would be really creepy…

He’d also prefer a partner who dresses well. Whether that be more mainstream or more niche styles, he just wants to see a little effort.

Ivan, well… not to be crass. But he would definitely, really prefer a S/O who was more plus size. Someone more muscular intimidates him a little, and someone super skinny makes him worry.

Looks wise, I don’t think he’d have any strong opinions. But like Alfred, he finds non traditionally eurocentric features attractive!

Someone who he can dress up and share clothes with! Even if they don’t fit, he just wants to be able to wrap you up in his jackets and not have it look too unnatural.

Speaking of which, he’d love a shorter S/O. Of course, everyone is short to him (in my headcanons he’s like 6’ 8”…) but still.

Basically, someone soft and in no way intimidating. Exactly the opposite of him!

Feliciano may seem like he values beauty more than anything, but he’d really prefer a S/O that’s cute! With chubby cheeks and messy hair-

He’d prefer if you two matched aesthetics-wise- but that can really mean anything. If you carry yourself as he does,  dress in a similar or completely contrary way, and take care of yourself.

He’d really love someone tall. Much taller than him preferably. But maybe not muscley… he’ll get a little intimidated.

Although he wouldn’t look specifically for someone counter-culture, the more creative you get with your appearance, the more attractive he finds you.

But still, he’d love someone soft and warm like him <3

Ludwig would love an S/O that’s a lot like him! Or at least, like someone from his country. But he really doesn’t care that much.

He would prefer a partner that is physically active, whatever that means to them. As long as they’re able to keep up with him a little bit on runs, while still being able to enjoy his baking.

If you’re muscley, he would love it.

Someone who doesn’t stand out that much, whose attractiveness is more understated than blinding. He finds those kinds of people to be usually quite grating…

Funnily enough, he’d also prefer a partner that has a more… stereotypically nerdy appearance? He finds it really adorable. Plus… he’s secretly a nerd too.

Kiku is a lot like Yao, but has a lot lower standards. He doesn’t value traditional attractiveness in any fashion, and would prefer an S/O that doesn’t stick out that much.

He would love a chubby S/O! As skinny as he is himself, he doesn’t find it very attractive.

Like Ludwig, he finds understated beauty to be preferable to outright attractiveness. It’s a little silly, but it makes him a lot more comfortable in your relationship knowing you’re equal.

He’d prefer someone shorter, which is a little difficult since he’s a little on the smaller side himself. But he prefers dating foreigners anyway, even though it doesn’t have the greatest track record for him…

[ankmankpank]

Tae Young x reader🤍

Tw: throwing up

I already have a post related to this, in a nutshell, you’re Robaire’s 15 year old little sister! Long story short, he wasn’t home a lot bc band n work, while that you got absolutely ruined and traumatized, n your parents decided it would be better if you spent the summer with him. You got a small crush on Tae(who’s 17 here) and he got a RAGING crush on you :D

(Won’t be related to anything in this but I hc reader/you/Y/N/YOUKNOWWHATIMEAN as chubbier, but anything u like)

-you were sitting on the bathroom floor.

-next to the toilet, mentally begging to finally throw up

-but you couldn’t.

-fuck.

-you were with the band at their beach house

-were, until your friends decided to throw a party nearby!

-did Robaire allow you to go?

-no.

-did you go?

-yes!

-are you sitting next to the toilet at 3:30am, really about to throw up but you can’t and you’re about to cry?

-yes!

-well Y/N you sucked this dick

-at least nobody’s awake, so they can’t scold you

-in the morning you’d just say that it’s good that they didn’t let you go because you got totally sick!

-ugh

-this was your first time throwing up with your piercing!(if you got it on the mouth, bc yes you have one)

-throwing up my ass, you tried to shove your finger down your throat and everything to make yourself finally throw up

-but nothing

-so you’ll just hope that you won’t fall asleep here

-not like you can, you feel horrible

-so hugging your legs to your chest and resting your forehead on your knees may be the maximum you can do until it comes from itself

-…

-you’ll never drink again

-this is horrible

-“Are you okay?”

-HEART ATTACK

-but it’s just Tae

-hi Tae

-girl if you saw the face you looked up at him with😭

-he smiled at you

-with such a dorky smile

-“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. What’s up? Can I come in?”

-FUCK him and how nice he is

-“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

-he sat down in front of you on the bathroom carpet, with.. yoghurt in hand?

-“You went to the party, right?”

-…

-“Yeah.”

-how can he put such a big spoon in his mouth?

-“Were you hungry?”

-you seriously cared, why would he eat yoghurt right now?

-“Ymeah, I’m usually asleep at this time but I didn’t have the time to eat anything before going to sleep, so I woke up. Always do when I don’t have dinner.”

-he shrugged, crossing his legs as he sat

-and shoving yoghurt into his face

-being adorably talkative

-“And when did you leave?”

-as he asked his, he spread his legs around and laid on his back

-“Around midnight. I had a friend down the road to pick me up..”

-you said, taking a deep breath

-those painful ones

-looking at him with an expression what… definitely describes that you want to throw up at this point to be over it, but can’t.

-his heart broke

-“You’re gonna survive it.”

-he looked up at you, eating the yoghurt as he laid on the cold tiles

-plus the little carpet under him, but not much more

-…

-“I like your pjs.”

-Tae giggled at this

-blushed too, but he laid his head back on the floor before you could see it

-you made him giggle!

-are you… better than everyone?

-“Thanks. It matches with T., but he doesn’t like wearing shirts to sleep, so you can’t really tell. He has them in whole pants, though.”

-it made sense

-it was a purple shirt with some pattern and a pair of black shorts

-it looked cute on him

-cute is another thing though

-what he finds you right now

-you were obviously drunk, but at least he could spend time with you

-and you looked painfully funny

-if you’d pay attention to it, you would notice that you’re blushing too

-but sadly you didn’t

-too busy with being about to throw up

-you hated this

-…

-if throw up..

-you felt worse

-way worse..

-…

-“I’m gonna throw up.”

-“Woah.”

-poor yoghurt..

-because Tae immediately threw it on the ground

-and rushed over to you to hold your hair

-and pat your back

-…

-Tae didn’t like the sounds of you throwing up neither, but being there for you was much more important now

-he didn’t expect the first interaction what he would have with you and it’s not a small talk would be this

-but he didn’t complain

-he liked your company

-even when you were in agony

-and he actually felt great that he could be there with you

-poor you though..

-“Feeling better?”

-he brushed the hair out of your face when you finally raised your head from the toilet

-then he reached to flush the toilet

-“Yeah.”

-you couldn’t help but smirk a little

-“Thanks.”

-you were so beautiful.

-fuck you were so beautiful

-he just got one of these adrenaline rushes when you want to scream

-“You’re very welcome.”

-…

-“My parents told me that when I was a baby and they gave me to Robaire for him to burp me, I threw up all over his back..”

-“Let me get you some water.”

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

-“Good morning. Quick question, do you have any idea why is the bathroom carpet white?”

-it was Jesse who came into your room in the morning

-seemingly confused when he saw Tae with you

-“Ooh, yeah.”

-Tae raised his head from the set of cards he had in hand, which he tried to hide from you even while you two were literally laying next to each other.

-“Sorry, Y/N got sick at midnight and I ate yoghurt with her. All fine now though.”

-that was.. kind of too believable to deny.

-good.

-“I’m fine.”

-“You’re cleaning up then.”

-“Sir yes sir!”

-Tae saluted as he said this

-“HA I saw your cards!”

-“NOOO”

[sunshine-tattoo]

i think a pretty big pet peeve of mine is people who don't dress for the weather/ climate and then complain when they are uncomfortable.

like the obvious one is early 20s white girls going clubbing and then freezing their asses off going home because there ain't a jacket among them.

but there are quite a few that are honestly worse.

example: a few summers ago I worked at a kids outdoor camp. for many days it was over 30C (90F) with over 80% humidity.

in other words HOT.

we also had very limited shade and were usually in the full sun for most of the day.

so i made it very clear to all the parents and caregivers that every child was required 4 things:

1. Sunscreen

2. Sunglasses

3. Water

4. Weather appropriate clothing like shorts and t-shirts

for the most part I didn't have any trouble.

kids came with what they needed and I made sure they took plenty of water breaks and applied sunscreen every hour.

but there were two instances where things got bad.

Instance One

a mom refused to have her child wear sunscreen. I don't know if it was a fear of chemicals thing or her just believing that because their family was slightly olive complexed but whatever.

either way this kid went three days in intense UV with no sunscreen.

can you guess what happened?

he got so badly burned that he had to miss the rest of camp.

I was furious.

this kid had to stay home and be miserable all because his mama didn't listen to me about sun safety.

darker skin tones might protect you a little compared to paler ones but at the height of summer it don't matter what shade you are.

You. Will. Get. Burned.

my family is mixed and my auntie always said:

"Black don't crack but it does fry."

so me (white as fuck) and my cousins (50 shades of brown) wore the same amount of sunscreen every summer.

Instance Two

the camp being in Toronto we had a lot of first generation kiddos from a wide variety of cultural backgrounds.

which was awesome. we all learned so much from one another.

except for one family.

they were from Saudi Arabia and had only been in Canada for a few months.

they sent their little girl to camp in full traditional clothing.

- long dress

- legs and arms covered

- head scarf

which in air conditioned spaces or ontario's frozen winters is fine.

but NOT in the middle of summer with no place to cool down.

I tried to talk to the parents about it, telling them that their girl was gonna be hella overheated all day and that was a health risk.

the dad just scoffed and said "our country is much hotter than this and everyone dresses this way she will be fine."

yes its hotter but its also a DRY heat.

I may live in Canada now, but I grew up in the swamps of the south eastern USA.

if there's one thing I know, it's that you can't treat humid heat and dry heat like they are the same thing.

in dry heat, flowy layers like traditional Saudi clothes are perfect. they keep the sun off and encourage breeziness.

humidity don't work that way.

layers will only suck up moisture like a sponge and lead to burns and rashes.

the key is limited clothes (like shorts and t-shirts) and then coating yourself in sunscreen and chugging water to keep up with the sweating.

I tried to explain this to the parents, but they didn't listen.

And you know what happened?

this poor girl passed out from heat exhaustion and we had to call a fucking ambulance.

then. because the EMTs told the parents directly that this girl needed different clothes. the parents took her out of camp entirely!

they would have rather wasted a few grand and not let their kid go to camp all because they refused to dress for the weather.

like I understand dress and tradition and faith are important but not to the point of risking personal safety.

bottom line of these stories: I need people to be less dumb when it comes to how they dress and what they do in extreme weather.

either dress for the day. or have a plan to keep yourself safe like going inside regularly to cool off/ warm up.

temperature-caused aliments are no fucking joke and they can easily be avoided if you actually use your brain.

[jonathanbyersphd]

⭐️

Hi Faith, tysm for the ask bc I get to talk about my baby.

OK so I LOVE everything about we'll be a fine line, we'll be alright like it's one of my favorite fics I've ever written but ANYWAYS SPECIFICALLY this part:

"No uh I'm going to the Wheelers for dinner" he rattles off. "Oh" "Yea" he smiles hesitantly. "You're not going to the Wheelers too?" She asks Will. "Can I???" Will exclaims, lighting up like he's getting away with something. "No" Jonathan answers gravely. "Jonathan!" She scolds. "Mom, seriously?" He begs. "What I'm sure Karen-" "Can't I just" he starts before stopping himself to rethink his words "I can bring Will next time I promise but tonight I'd like to go alone if that's ok" His eyes are flitting around the room but can't seem to meet hers and she wonders if he's lying about his dinner plans. For a minute, she's about to tell him that she knows about the vodka. And then ask what else he's lying about. She’s pretty sure she’s smelled weed on him a couple times. She’s dying to ask how stupid he thinks she is. To pick a fight, just to feel something. But his expression is so soft and concerned. And she recoils, remembering that she swore she'd never be as cruel as her mother. "Ok honey" she concedes. Jonathan nods, ruffles Will's hair, and kisses her on the cheeks before leaving the kitchen. "Jonathan" she calls after him. "Yea" he responds, stopping dead in his tracks in the living room. "Why don't you put your black sweater over your shirt. It matches better" she advises.

Like we've got Jonathan (You're on your own kid coded) nervous as HELL for his first dinner at the Wheeler's as Nancy's boyfriend. We have Will (precious angel bby) being a complete SHITHEAD about it. And lastly, we have Joyce (Mother) who is completely overwhelmed/feeling like she's failing as a parent wanting to fight with him just because she can but pulls back.

And what I especially love about this whole sequence of first dinner events. Is that Joyce is SO close to understanding what's happening. Like she knows he's off, but she thinks it's because he's drinking. And then there's this part of her that wants to be mean but the thing that holds her back is her own generational trauma. (and I imagine also a little unconscious fear that if she pushes him too far she'll lose one of the few supports she has, bc themes of her unintentional parentification of him u know?) Like???

AND THEN because the inquisitive, smart, "always right" Joyce that we know is still there just below the surface she tells him to put something else on that makes him look better. (It's the sweater he wears at Murray's btw) Like she knows that this dinner is important, that he wants to go alone, and she tells him what will make a better impression to the point that there's also this line after he leaves:

She hears him pop into his room and then he's out the door. His car turns over just as she sits down. It's only then that it registers how weird a dinner invitation without Will is. Maybe he and Nancy are more friends than study buddies, he is teaching her how to drive after all. Then again maybe they finally… but no. No, no, that’s just her old fantasy talking.

Like subconsciously she KNOWS they're together but she's so filled with grief, depression, etc. that she deep in denial.

This is also one of the scenes that I wish I wrote from Jonathan's POV in a separate fic. Because I imagine that he hasn't been able to go to 'Meet The Parents' dinner this whole time and he feels so guilty. But a couple days before he promises Nancy he can finally do it. (and she's so happy and he's so in love with her) Because Mom's doing better, surely they can get on without him for a couple hours. And it's important to him, like he wants to be a Good™️ boyfriend. (that boy is desperate for parental approval I know it in my heart) But then he comes home and Joyce is hiding in her room, and he's like fuck. So he makes an easy dinner for her and Will, while he's getting ready but he can't figure out his tie and he can't ask Joyce because she has her own problems. (Jonathan feeling like a burden for needing to parented is so important to me) BUT HE STILL GOES TO DINNER. Like it's such a beautiful moment of Jonathan struggling with what he feels like he has to do and what he wants to do and picking what he wants. (a little independence as a treat). There's also a very cute moment of Nancy (who's been watching from her window) cutting him off before he rings the doorbell so she can frantically put a tie on him before Ted can start shit.

ANYWAYS, clearly I could talk about this fic for a while

Send me a fanfic director's cut ask

[wordsmithnandini]

Stay A little Longer 🍂

So I am feeling almost nothing right now , everything is numb as I lie down on the shore of the beach , and there aren't even many people here right now as it's already evening 6:30 and because it's winter , the sun sets soon and the sky is almost black but still there are strokes of orange and red color as if it's dying in the agony if u take it negatively but as all the people around this whole world says to be "POSITIVE" - well if you take from their point it's a Phoenix dying only so it can rise again with more fierceness , take whatever you wish for , because for me it's only dying of the sky into the darkness because I just lost the most important person of my life , my Wife ,few hours ago but I didn't cry, I couldn't because she told me not to and said while pressing her lips on mine slightly in a slow kiss "I love you my husband , my most treasured person , even if I am gone promise me you will stay happy , yes you can stay in grief for sometime but do moveon with your life and be happy just the way you have been with me and raise our beautiful daughter into a great women , tell her mommy loves her and she will always watch her from the sky...

I luv you

Reyansh, luv u forever"

"Luv you too Ayana"

And then she closed her eyes in my arms and never woke up...

We have been together since almost 10 years now , we met in college and we have been married for 5 years ... Or had been ...

I don't know what I will say to my 2 year old daughter ,when she will ask me "where's mommy ? Dad" there is so many things in my mind and heart and in every cell of mine that I don't know nor do I understand what should I do , how will I live ?

I don't know so I close my eyes and just keep lying there on the shore where every now and then the splashes of water comes straight on my face and body and it's soaking my white shirt and pant but I don't care about it so I just try to feel something just when I hear a clearing of throat from behind and so I open up my eyes to find a women standing behind me with something's in her hand , god knows what , I don't know why she did that so I just ignore and try loosing myself again in the dark and again then she speaks ,

"Hey ! I don't know who you are and why  you are lying down here on the shore when its freezing cold and above all your whole body is wet , please come up otherwise you might catch cold and yeh have this "

I don't open my eyes the whole time but then I do and she's a little closer now and is holding hotpacks in my direction...

I don't want to answer her bit it had be rude of me to do that when someone's trying to help me so I stand up and take the packs from her hand and then I stare in her eyes and just ask "yours ?"

She answer's "here" taking 2 more out of her mini black purse... I then go and sit a little far away on the flat stone , she joins me after hesitating for more like just 5 seconds or so and then she askes me in lowered voice "why were you there, and why does it seem something really not well happened to you recently" , I ignore her simple enough - I didn't ask her to come to me or care or even ask me questions and I am not under any obligations to answer her so I stay silent , she again speaks and says " I guess you don't wanna share , anyways my name is Anaya "

That's when I turn and see her straight in eyes and speak "Anaya"

"Oh so you do speak huh mister , yes I am anaya , and why are your eyes mist with tear , why are they wet upon listening this name because till now you didn't had a single drop in your eyes, but somehow my writer instinct says there's much chaous going on right now and it's like Strom and you don't know what to do ? " , " Is it something like that? , Do u mind telling me your reason of this strong Strom which I see in your eyes, only if you want afterall , I will be going soon from here so it's one time meet , I am not going to tell anyone anything you know "

And then she is waiting for my answer and this familiarity of her name , and without telling my thoughts or anything to her , she understood things I don't myself and so I reply " yeh, something like that happened , my wife , her name is anaya or was , she passed away few hours ago but still she's there here , right in my heart and stuck with my soul and she asked for a promise to not cry or to grief for long but I don't know what to do because there's heavy clouds here inside of me and they can't hold on anymore" , by the time I stop I feel a tear falling down on my wrist watch which was also given by her on my birthday , I look into the eyes of the writer across from me Anaya as she exlaims . She speaks after a minute or so " I understand what it is to loose someone so precious and treasuring to you and it's okay to cry and let out your stromy heavy clouds go away , yeh it may take time and maybe longer than you ever thought of but it will all move to how it used to be , maybe a little different but you know everything after 12:00 o clock at night is new , so there will be a night when your life will also start a new so let go , cry all you want , grieve and scream all you want because that's how it is "

From her words it seems she have faced deeper wounds and knows a lot better about it so I just ask one thing "Do you mind if I hug you for a little while , " she just nods and the time I do hug her I am crying my eyes out and all she does is patting my back slowly and in slow voice keeps telling me "it's okay" "shhh" ,"it's fine" , "it's alright now" - I don't know how much time passed by but I think its long enough so I pull away and then she stands and says to me " anyway I gotta go now just please take care of yourself, remember what I said , it was nice meeting you"

She's about to turn around when I stop her "Hey, Wait - my name is reyansh and can I ask you something"

"Sure , Reyansh , anything"

"Can you stay a little longer ? , Just for a while , for sometime please"

She says nothing for sometime but then says with a smile "okay ! I will , let's sit and yeh here I have a extra towel with me , you may use it - it's fresh I just bought from market , cover yourself or else you might get fever"

I take the towel and wrap it on my completely slick wet clothes and sit there silently with her for a while watching the waves of the beach as it sometimes move higher and sometimes it's just calm and I feel that life has its ups and downs , your very loved ones also live someday , maybe a little too early sometimes but it happens , so as time passes right now I feel things will do get better with time and the big credits of it I will give to the one sitting beside me Anaya {the writer} and I don't know if I will ever see her again but may she also have someone by her side when she is all alone , when the whole world tunes out in black and white ...

Sometimes to ask even a stranger for an unknown affection is correct thing to do and it's also correct to sometimes ask them to STAY A LITTLE LONGER WITH YOU

so maybe it was my awfully bad day but I think at 12:00 o clock someday there will ne new beginnings and yes I will also keep my promise I gave to my wife - closing my eyes I remember her and whisper Luv you anaya ...

- miss_mehta { Nandini }

Nerium 🍂

[zlotc]

I thought it would be fun to answer some questions here! So-

1. I guess the only one I have and don’t use is FlipaClip. People do some insane stuff with this Programm, but I think I don’t have skill or patience for it. Also o don’t like using iPad for drawing tbh

2. Left. Always

3. Ohhh there’s a LOT. My main story is very inspired by the ideas that I got in my childhood: mc is a villain, a flat world with a lot of realms, etc etc. A bunch of characters have more than 7 years behind their backs with me (I’m 20)

4. Them. I love them but they’re pain in the ass to draw every time

5. 80% / 20%. I post almost everything that is finished enough. And I don’t really like drawing stuff and not finish it. It is more of a toxic trait of mine I feel, because I sacrifice fun for posting

6. Black animals. Stars. Random quotes that sound like they might end up in my story

7. MUSIC. Oh my god music is just. Something else

8. There were a lot of them. But I remember creating a sci-if one with my first non-binary character (it was before i found out about myself being non-binary) and I still like the idea of the plot but. Sci-fi is not my thing ;(

9. Names of character that I draw. Or normal titles that can describe what is it that I drew in the file

10. Puffy shirts

11. Podcasts. A lot of politics😭 horror, reviews, sometimes audiobooks

12. Neck.

13. ??? I can’t think of a single one. If I admire someone then their work IS my thing

14. Like an aesthetic? Idk, something about black and white, good and evil

15. Home only

16. Sketching tbh. It’s the most important part and I want to learn how to have fun with it but honestly it’s just so boring.. and hard. I like rendering much more

17. Black tea with lemon

18. Zero. I draw only in digital and I am very careful with my tablets. But if you count notebooks then one. I ruined my first one with viruses

19. Hm. Clothing

20. Hands🫶

21. I hate everything that doesn’t look like my art /jk But i dunno. Semi realism?

22. Don’t do any (i am in pain)

23. ???? OF COURSE who doesn’t

24. Sometimes

25. Don’t know about art, but I know about OC. Someone said that my OC looks like Zhongli from G*nshin Impact. Like. Yeah. Definitely

26. None, i think. No one tells me about their interpretations of my art, at least🥲

27. No and it’s my red flag. Always warm up before drawing, kids, unless u want to draw atrocities

28. Secret Santa loooong ago. I would love to draw for zines tho

29. Everything inspires me, so none??

30. This one. Love this one, it’s a redraw of my fav painting

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game

Didn't see a lot of artist ask games, wanted to make a silly one.

(I wrote this while sick out of my mind last year and it's been collecting dust in my drafts, I might as well let it run free) 1. Art programs you have but don't use

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

3. What ideas come from when you were little

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

9. What are your file name conventions

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

12. Easiest part of body to draw

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

14. Any favorite motifs

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

23. Do you use different layer modes

24. Do your references include stock images

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

[mint-moon25]

AUGUST - 2023 - RECALLING PH

PHILIPPINES - BENIGNO AQUINO

JR - COLOR - WE - ASSIGNED YES

NAVY - ABOVE - DENIM - BLUE

QUITE - PRETTY - COLD - 24 HR

HOT - 12 HRS - NO - SWEAT AND

NON-LEAK - SILICONE - GRIP - 2

HUB - LOCKER - CHEAPEST AND

WITH - STRAW - 4 - MY - WHEY

PROTEIN - POWDER - VANILLA

BLK - COCOA - POWDER - AND

1 TBS NUTELLA - ADD WATER

OR - CASHEW - MILK - PLANT

BASED - ICE - CUBES - B 4 US

WORKOUT - ADD - BANANA 2

PORTABLE - BLENDER - THEN

PUT - HERE - DRINK - HERE - &

MAKE - ANOTHER - 4 - AFTER

IMPORTANT - B 4 - EXERCISE

AFTER - SO - MUSCLE - CAN

RECUPERATE - FASTER - TOO

I - CAN - FINALLY - RUN - I DID

TRY - CAN'T - HARD 2 BREATH

GOING - UP - BRIDGE IS HARD

WALKING - WHEY - PROTEIN 2

GIVE - STRENGTH - 2 - RUN XO

NOW - CAN - FINALLY - GOAL

30 MIN - BACK - & - FORTH

6 DAYS - SUNDAY - IS REST

NIGHTS - JUST - 15 MIN - 4

I - LOVE - BRIDGE - VIEW 2

I - WANT - 2 - UNWIND - ITS

A - NICE - VIEW - THAT - ME

DON'T - WANT - 2 - LET - GO

FRANCE - LICENSED - BY YES

TUTORSHIP - ARCHITECT MY

FUTURE - CREATING - BLDGS

ALSO - INTERIOR - DESIGN - 2

STAGE - MY - BUILDING - THAT

I - CREATE - HOUSES - APTS - 2

RUNNING - BRIDGE - 5:15A - EA

DAY - 30 MIN - MY GOAL - THEN

9:15P - RUNNING - BRIDGE - FOR

15 MIN - THEN - BATH - AFTER 2

LOVELY - VIEW - AT NIGHT - SO

I - CAN - SLEEP - BETTER - THIS

MY - RUNNING - SCHEDULE

6 DAYS - TOTAL - 45 MIN OF

RUNNING - EACH - DAY - SO

FINALLY - 90 LBS - AGAIN AS

MARILYN MONROE - 5'5 FT

WAS - 90 LBS - AT - 5'7 1/2 FT

BONIVA - BONE DETERIORATION

15 YRS - EVERY - 15TH - JUST YES

LOST - 2 1/2 INCHES - ONLY

THUS - WHEY PROTEIN POWDER

WILL - HELP - ME - LIKE - OREA 2

BLACK - COCOA POWDER

1 TABLESPOON - NUTELLA

BANANA - CUBES

CASHEW MILK - PLANT BASED

ICE CUBES - THIS - B 4 - AFTER

WORKOUT - THEN - FINALLY - I

CAN - RUN - I - FEEL - THIS - IS

MY - YEAR - 2023 - AS - 90 LBS

AGAIN - AS - I - SEW - MY - YES

STRETCHABLES - PANTIES

SHORTS - SLEEVELESS AS

WITH - CONFIDENCE - WILL

DO - AFTER - SHIRTS - LONG

SLEEVES - STRETCHABLES

THEN - SWEATERS - LITTLE

BY - LITTLE - DENIM - SHORTS

WITH - DISTRESS - OPENNED 2

LOVE - THOSE - DESIGNS - YES

2023 - FINALLY - NO - LONGER

POOR - BUT - SHOPIFY ONLINE

TELLING - ME - 2 WEEKS 2 GET

MY - REFUND - THEN - SELLER

SELLING - BOGUS - SOLAR YES

PANEL - SAID - WITHIN - 30 DYS

REFUND - WELL - WE - ATTACK

SHOPIFY - ONLINE - STORE

FREE - APPS

INSTANT - REFUNDS

CUSTOMERS - GET - REFUND

IN - SECONDS - UNTIL - U ARE

SATISFIED - WITH - RETURNS

THEN - PAY - THEM - ONCE - I

GET - REFUNDED - THEN WITH

5% - FEE - NO - MONTHLY TOO

ITEM - $25

FEE - $1.25

AMAZON - DROPSHIPPING

AMAZON - IMPORTER - SPREADR

APP - PRO - $10 - UNLIMITED YES

ITEMS - AUTO - SYNC - PRICES - 2

CHROME - EXTENSION - THEN ME

WILL - ADVERTISE - EVERY - PAGE

REFUND - IN - SECONDS

FREE - SHIPPING

MY - BLOG

MIAMI - BLUES

SHARE - MAIN - LIBRARY

SHARE - BRICKELL - CITY

CENTRE - TIME - 2 - INDULGE

IN - ONLINE - SHOPPING - NO

MORE - SHOPPING - MALLS 4

MOST - EXPENSIVE - ANYWAY

GO - OUTLETS

CHEAPER - LOCATIONS - BUT

GREAT - AREA - ALWAYS SAFE

BLOG - MIAMI - BLUES

WILL - SHARE - HOW - 2 - MAKE

MONEY - WILL - SHARE - ALL XO

ALL - THE - APPS - I - USE

MAY - TABOOLA - ADS - BE OUR

RESCUE - NO - ONE - KNOWS US

NO - ONE - BUYS - BUT AMAZON

NOT - GREATLY - ADVERTISED

MANY - SELLERS - SELLING US

DAMAGED - ONLY - WHOLE FOOD

MARKETS - GOT - MY - REFUND IN

30 MIN - TWICE - BUT - OTHERS

ELECT- NASTY - UPS - STORE - 2

REFUND - TIME - GETTING - BAD

OUR - CUE - PEOPLE

SHOPIFY - ONLINE - STORE

REFUND - IN - SECONDS

FREE - SHIPPING

WHEN - I - MAKE - MONEY

DISCOUNTED - PRICES

AMAZON - PRIME BUSINESS

ANNUAL - FEE - $69

INC FILE.com - GOLD - PLAN

BANK - OF - AMERICA

THEIR - CHOICE

UNLIMITED - SPENDING

OVER - $5 MILLION DAILY

SPEND - $250 - MONTHLY

FREE - CHECKING - THEN

INSTEAD - OF - $!6.95 - US

THE BEST - BUSINESS BANK

JOINING - CITI BANK - NEAR

BAYFRONT PARK - AT - TRUE

BISCAYNE BLVD - US 1

24/7 - CVS - PHARMACY

THEIR - BANK - BEST XO

CRISPIEST - $20 - $10 - MOST

BEAUTIFUL - CASH - ITS ONLY

CITI BANK - ATM - TELLERS - 2

WHO - ISSUES - CRISPIEST YES

MOST - BEAUTIFUL - CASH HAI

AMAZON - IMPORTER SPREADR

AUTO - PRICE - MARK UP

ADDING - 10% - ONLY YES

COINS - $0.95 - SO - 2 COMPETE

EVERY - PAGE - SAYS

FREE - SHIPPING

REFUND - IN - SECONDS

ZOHO - BUSINESS - EMAIL

ALL - I'M - SHOWING - YES

MIAMI - BLUES

DETAILS - CHOOSE

WHOLE - FOOD - MARKET

AMAZON RETURNS KIOSK

NO - LABEL - NO - BOX

FREE - RETURNS

PUT - IN - PLASTIC - AND

STICK - SOMETHING - ON

I - GET - REFUNDED - 30 MIN

OR - EMAIL - THEN - THE YES

SHIPPING - LABEL

WHEN - I - GET - MY REFUND

THEN - I - PAY - THE - APP - 2

TOTAL - AND - 5% - ALSO

INSTANT - REFUNDS

ONLY - APP - IN - SHOPIFY

THAT - WILL - HELP US AS

DROPSHIPPERS - DO - MY

START - IS - SO - EXCITING

AGAIN - WILL - SHARE ALL

MY - SECRETS - APPS WILL

SHARE - EVERYTHING - SO WE

CAN - ALL - LEAVE - OUR JOBS

LEAVE - EVERYONE - FINALLY 2

WILL - SHOWCASE - MY - TRUE

ASHEVILLE - NC

NORTH - CAROLINA

ESTATE - AND - STABLES

BLUE RIDGE - MOUNTAINS

PHOTOS - OF - MY - HORSE

THOROUGHBED - BUYING 2

BEIJING - CHINA

ACUPUNCTURE

1 1/2 - HRS PAID - $2.50 USD

WILL - SHARE - MY - NEW YES

FACE - AND - BODY - LOOKING

AGE 16 - HEIGHT - BECOMES

5'9FT - BACK - 2 - RUNWAY FR

MODELING - IN - PARIS - TRUE

CHATEAU - IN - BRITTANY

$25 MILLION

MY TOKYO - MALE SCIENTISTS

GETTING - MY - MAKATI BANKS

MONEY - OVER - $125 BILLION 2

AUTO - TAX - PAID - SO - I'M YES

INTERESTED - IN - CENTRAL

PARK - TOWER - TALLEST BLDG

NOW - IN - THE - WORLD - THEIR

PENTHOUSE - $250 MILLION YES

I'M - INTERESTED - TOTALLY TOO

BECOMING PHOTOGRAPHER - 2

WILL - SHARE - THESE - PLACES

SO - PRAY - PRAY - WILL - START

WITH - RUNNING - THE - BIBLE

APOSTLE - PAUL - GOD - SENT

LIFE - IS - LIKE - A - RACE - AND

WE - LIVE - THIS - LIFE - LIKE

RUNNING - THE - RACE - SET

B 4 - US - ITS - GOOD - 2 RUN

LITERALLY - 2 - FEEL - WHAT

HE - WANTS - US - 2 - KNOW

2 - RUN - THIS - LIFE - LIKE U

RUN - A - RACE - DOING THE

REQUIREMENTS - OBEY THE

GODLY LAWS - OF THE LAND

WHY DO - LIBRARIES - VIOLATE

AMENDMENT 1 - 'SUPRESS OUR

SPEECH' - LIBRARY - FRM - OUR

TAXES - ENDS - THE - RIGHT - OF

PEOPLE - 2 - PEACEABLY - TRUE

ASSEMBLE - THE - 1ST - ONE - IN

18TH - CENTURY - AS - WE - YES

DISAPPEAR - THIS - LIBRARY - &

MUSEUM - LESS - THAN - 1 MIN 2

FIRE - OPEN - CARRY - HAITI BLK

MEN - OUTSIDE - ILLEGAL - OPEN

CARRY - IT's - 6P - EVERYONE - UR

NOW - TRESPASSING - THAT's HIS

JOB - AS - THEY - GET - THEIR

LAST - PAYCHECKS - WITH - A

500 YRS - RESTRAINING ORDER

DENIED - WORK - PAYCHECKS &

INHERITANCE - NEW - PHOTO ID

HAS - EXPIRATION - BEGGAR's

LICENSE - COLOR - PHOTO PLUS

500 YRS - NO - INVENTIONS YES

WATCHES - CALENDAR - ALSO

MICROWAVES - FANS - AND THE

RESTRAINING - ORDER - 2 - ALL

FOREIGNERS - AND - FOREIGN

GOODS - CHINESE - FOOD AND

PIZZA - SQUARE - BURGERS - 2

HAMBURG - GERMANY - MADE

THEM - BOUNTY - HOUNTERS 2

CONCEALED CARRY - WILL YES

WITH - OUR - TOOLS - WILL HAI

MAKE - CERTAIN - THEY - OBEY

THEIR - FAMILIES - GETTING

SAME - RELATIVES - ALL YES

GETTING - BOTH - ABOVE

FIRED - NO - WORK - AND

NO INVENTIONS - NO FOREIGN

GOODS - CAN - NEVER - COME

NEAR - US - EVER - AGAIN - YES

HAD ENOUGH - OF - HISPANICS

AND - BLACKS - DANGEROUS &

VIOLENT - HUMANS - ALWAYS

FIGHTING - OUTLOUD ALL THE

TIME - TRAGIC - PEOPLE ALSO

JESUS - IS - LORD - HEAT WAVE

OUTSIDE - SEPT - I - GET - NEW

ASUS - TOUCHSCREEN - TRUE

LAPTOP - FOUND - BETTER - 2

SOLAR - PORTABLES - HIGHER

OHM - BUT - NOT - SO - HIGH IT

IS - BANNED - AT - AIRPORTS

SHARING - THAT - BUT - WILL

LEAVE - EARLIER - TODAY FOR

I'M - HUNGRY - ALSO - HAVE

$3 - AT - FOOD - STAMPS - 2

JESUS - IS - LORD

INTERMITTENT - FASTING 2

[chelleztjs18]

You must be a woman who likes to focus on your natural beauty, right? I thought your style was really cool

There's not much to tell you about my style, I can say that I'm not a fan of women's clothing even though I'm a woman, I like baggy clothes so I wear men's clothing a lot.

Sometimes I wear feminine clothes but not very flashy clothes, I don't like makeup because I think it doesn't show my true beauty.

I like wide pants that fit my body and I like any sneakers but black ones, my wardrobe only has black t-shirts, pants and sneakers.

My hair is curly so I just curl it and go out, I don't make much effort. See there's not much about my style, mom.

Yes it's me, the person with the bold question, so I can call you Mom so you know it's me or an emoji, even my secret name "Nygma", you choose how I can make you remember me.

He cares for himself

Hello!

Yes, it's true. I focus on natural beauty and most important is inner beauty 😌

Aw thank u.. my style is just casual n cozy 😁

Your style sounds comfy too.. i think as long as u r comfortable with what u wearing, then u can wear anything.

I used to wear baggy or men's / unisex clothes because i was a lot more tomboy back then. Plus i was twice in size than i am today n so i just wear that fit me or comfortable. But now i can say i am more feminine.

Oh imnwith u with black color.. i love black clothing. They always looks a lot nicer.

My hair is a little wavy but not that much.. i usually just blow dry it, brush it with my rolling brush. How long is ur hair? Mine is just medium hair length above my shoulder.

R u the anon who sent me an ask to leave my husband for u? Im sorry if i was wrong..i was just wondering n curious. 😅

I will just call u Nygma anon. 😊

Cheerio!

[angelhound]

.

[goldengoddess]

being married to kaz brekker headcanons

request: hi! could you do being married to kaz brekker headcanons? i absolutely love your writing btw!

a/n: omg thank u so much! and yes!! domestic kaz i absolutely love this he deserves this happy ending 

no one would ever expect that being married to kaz brekker would be easy

they’d expect constant threats

mortal danger

constant illegal activity

and they’d only be partially correct

being married to kaz brekker was like getting a new adventure every day

and sometimes that adventure wasn’t illegal

a lot of the times it was though

sometimes the adventure was taking a walk through a forest and reaching a meadow filled with sunflowers

kaz would hold your hand

finally at ease, away from the business of ketterdam

he’d lead you through the maze of flowers until you found a clearing

and then the two of you would sit in the sun for hours

talking about anything or sitting silently in each other’s company

because you two were married and there was nothing more important than the other

there was no underlying plan kaz needed to figure out

there was just you and the smell of the grass

“you are it for me” he would say to you and to the flowers

after you first got married, the two of you stayed in ketterdam

you’d bought an apartment away from the slat and the crow club, because it was meant to be a new space for the two of you

you lived right next to the best coffee shop in town

so whichever of the two of you woke up first would make the short trek to the shop and pick up your regular orders

always a tall black coffee for kaz

mornings were blissful

regulars at a coffee shop

the quiet of your own space

the smiles the two of you could share privately

but then the perfect bubble would be broken

and kaz would jump head first into the dangerous streets of the city

and he’d almost always come back hurt or annoyed or in a foul mood

which usually meant he’d distance himself in fear of taking it out on you

this almost never worked because you’d gotten pretty used to dealing with kaz in a way that left the two of you happy

and you’d annoy him with random facts about your day until he’d talk to you

“and then this afternoon i was talking to nina about-”

“okay okay y/n please let’s talk about something else no more nina stories, i know too much about her as it is”

so even though ketterdam was your home and kaz’s

after a few years the two of you moved to the country side, only an hour from ketterdam but still far enough away that it felt like your own little world

kaz would make a weekly trip to the city to check on things but you were his priority

finding peace for once was his priority

you and kaz had known each other for years

so even though some days physical contact was hard, you had helped him get to a place that touching was normal between the two of you

the best thing about married life was waking up next to kaz

being able to turn around in the morning and wake up to his face

his arm thrown over your waist

his mouth slightly parted

and you’d wait until the woke up to see him realize you were next to him and see how his smile took over his face

“it’s creepy that you watch me sleep y/n”

“i can’t help it, my husband it gorgeous”

living together

being married to each other

obviously came with bickering

little fights about leaving the door unlocked

or forgetting to add toilet paper to the grocery list

but those fights ended in mumbled apologizes and frantic kisses and lots and lots of giggling into each other’s mouths

both of you had a bad habit of fidgeting with your wedding rings

the matching gold bands were a total comfort item for the two of you

every time you were anxious you twisted it around your finger until kaz came and held your hands still

and every time kaz watched you do something totally mundane that made him fall in love all over again he’d rub the wedding band as a reminder of how lucky he got

inside the bands, the others initials were carved in

but in your band the words ‘yours forever” were also added

even though the two of you now lived your happy domestic lives

trying out new cake recipes and having lazy sundays together

kaz brekker was still the dirty hands you had fallen in love with back at the barrel

and sometimes he needed to get his hands dirty

once every couple of months he’d come back to the house

his lip torn and his limp worse then usual, his shirt covered in what you prayed was someone else’s blood

you’d sit him on the counter and stand between his legs, disinfecting any cuts

“sorry” he’d mumble

as if he had anything to be sorry for

“you have nothing to be sorry for. i love all versions and parts of you. as long as you come back home in one piece you don’t have to apologize to me ever”

kaz still couldn’t understand how you were able to love the version of him that did anything to survive

being married comes with certain questions

those questions mostly coming from jesper fahey himself

“so, kaz, y/n, the favorite couple of ketterdam, when can we expect little kaz’s running around?”

wylan would slap his own forehead in utter disappointment of his husbands inappropriate questions

the two of them had a little girl they had adopted a few years back

and you loved her to death

and though kaz was much more reluctant to hold the little girl and kiss her

you’d once heard him telling her that he would hurt anyone that ever threatened her

he was her uncle and godfather after all

you always blushed at jesper’s questions about children

brushing off the comment

not bringing it up again

but one night, after spending the day with wylan and jesper

kaz whispered, “we could be parents”

you turned to him ready to find a ‘just kidding’ look on his face

but he had been staring at the ceiling

total seriousness 

“do you want to be a dad?”

he had nodded his head, still not looking at you

“then you’ll be a dad”

his head had snapped your way and his smile made everything the two of you had ever suffered through worth it

“i want a son” he had laughed into the crook of your neck after showering your face with kisses

you scoffed teasingly, “and if i want a girl?”

being married to kaz was beautiful

and even though kaz couldn’t see it

this is what he deserved

this peace and domestic happiness

and the promise of a future with you

[sribbles-drabbles]

Talk To Me

Another shorter fic just to get stuff on this account going!! This is a short Satoru Gojo x GN!reader!!

TW: ANGST, mention of injury, mention of death, tears, abandomnent and distancing

Dw this is hurt comfort!! There IS a happy ending I promise— 🥲

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Birds chirp happily outside and warmth fills the quiet early morning apartment in which I live. I wake up to the sunlight softly streaming in though a crack in the dark curtains that hang in my bedroom window. I hum tiredly and stretch my limbs and back, still stiff with sleep. I then go to snuggle into my husband, only for him to not be there.

Satoru’s spot in our shared bed is empty. This is how it’s been for the past two months. He leaves before I wake, comes home late, and barley speaks to me. It feels as though I’m living with a stranger.

Satoru Gojo and I met as young and dumb teenagers, maybe when we were about seventeen and both in the academy. We started off as rivals but we also hit it off. He confessed to me at graduation, straight up telling me that for someone so hot-headed and annoying, I was cute, and that he’d like to take me out sometime.

Here we are, years later. Things were perfectly fine until two months ago. We lived as any normal long time couple, hell, Satoru even brought up the idea of a romantic tropical vacation for just the two of us a few months ago. Where did everything go wrong?

I stare at the dark fluttering curtians. Satoru must’ve opened the window after getting up this morning. I feel the spot where he lays. He even turns his back to me when we sleep. I run my fingers softly over the wrinkles his form made, and then touch his pillow. I take said pillow, a single white hair on it and hold it close to me. The pillow smells like him, although he’s present in my life, he feels absent.

I miss him so much....

I clench the pillow with all my force and cry into the fabric. Why??? What did I do?!?! SATORU COME BACK!!!! Please.....

I lay there and sob my heart out into the pillow, wishing to feel the white haired man with me. To feel his warmth, to hear his mischievous chuckles and to have him kiss me like I’m the only person in the world.

As if whatever’s out there heard my prayers, I hear the front door creak open amidst my sobs. I stop, and then the bedroom door creaks open. Should I fake sleep? Did he hear me cry? What is he thinking? Is he worried?

“I know your awake.” He chimes, walking past the bed and to his side. He enters my vision, dark blue uniform, fluffy white hair, and black blindfold. He ignores me however, and instead he simply goes to his nightstand.

The way he even refuses to say my name is cold and without even a sliver of affection. It’s full of apathy and I feel as though i’ve been stabbed straight though.

He really doesn’t love me anymore. It hurts. I sit up and stare at his back. He continues to ignore me.

“Satoru, we need to tal-“

“I don’t have time to talk, I have a important mission and have got to get going, if this is not complete soon, people could die—“

“But-“

“NO buts. I’m heading out”

He goes to head out of the room but in a moment of desperation I leap out of bed, grab his wrist and pin him to the ground beneath me. I rip the blind fold off of him but he keeps his eyes closed. His long white eyelashes shimmer in the light, hiding his beautiful electric blue eyes. The eyes that sent pulses of cold electricity though my body the first time I saw them. …He hates me that much that he refuses to even LOOK at me???

“Why...?” My inner thoughts come out now, and my voice cracks as it does. My vision becomes blurry as an ocean overtakes my eyes, running down my dusted cheeks and dripping on to Satoru’s face and chest below me.

“What did I do to make you hate me....? Tell me....I-I can fix it...or at least try....” I sob into his chest, clinging to his shirt as I kneel over his waist. He remains steeled and silent, and I simply sob more into this chest.

Then a gentle hand tangles in my hair. I sit up slowly, still blinded by tears and feel another hand gently wipe them from my left eye.

Below me, Satoru looks at me in guilt and hurt, eyes open, and shimmering like broken glass. An endless frigid ocean. His lips are pursed and he looks afraid to speak. Is he scared of...me...?

I then quickly scramble off of him and back away. “Oh....oh god...Satoru I’m so sorry....I did’nt mean to scare you, I just....wait...” Satoru stands and without a word pulls me close to him.

“Don’t you DARE apologize to an idiot like me....I’m sorry love...I wanted to push you away so you wouldn’t get hurt, not again...” he whispers, voice shaking.

I then think back. He stopped talking to me about two months ago, and the only other event from around that time was a mission to find a special class artifact. He and I were on it together and it shouldn’t have been a problem, however, he was showing off, being cocky, and having fun. I was watching him with a smile.

The curse was not that strong but apparently, it was smart. It had the ability to elongate it’s limbs, nothing Satoru couldn’t handle. The curse apparently went to strike him, but it was a faint, and it went for me instead. It scratched my cheek, I sat there stunned, and Satoru, freaked out. I realize then that:

I was fine.

I thought he was fine too….

I was wrong.

While that curse didn’t leave a mark on me, it apparently left My dear husband shaken. It probably reminded him of the past. The freinds we lost to curses…Nanami, Geto, Riko. It probably also reminded him that we’re both human, and that we can both die at any moment. That’s why he pushed me away, out of shame, guilt, and fear.

I look up at Satoru, clear spring-water tears leaving his eyes. I gently cup his face with my hands and bring my face down to gently and sweetly kiss his lips, then his nose, and lastly his forehead. I wipe his tears as he did with mine and hold him. He hides his face in the crook of my neck, and I play with his soft snowy white hair.

“You’re such an idiot...you scared me for no reason....but I guess I’m an idiot too for not noticing how much that mission two months ago shook you...I’m sorry...” I hum and he shifts, looking at me with his normal, goofy and lopsided grin.

“I guess we’re both idiots then...” he chimes lovingly.

“Yeah, two idiots who will do dumb shit for the people they love...” I giggle. We stand there in silence for a minute simply looking at each other like we did ten years ago.

We’re still young, dumb, and in love I suppose.

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