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merykitten · 6 months ago

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Looking for roleplay Partners!

Not an art post but i'm so desperately bored lately-

The point is that i'm looking for some roleplay Partners who are not too busy with their lifes. I already contacted 14 People and they're too busy to be active 😭🙏

I'm not asking to be there all day of course, but if you think you won't be able to be active at least once a day do not dm me!

Also DO NOT DM ME TILL YOU READ ALL THE POST PLEASE! Important points will be colored!

With this ad, i'm not replacing the rps i already started.

Now, some messy info and rules:

• First of all, i'm 21 so NO MINORS! Mandatory 18+ roleplayers! I'm looking for people who aren't sensitive with nsfw. If you are, i'm not the right partner for you! We Will discuss about limits in DMs.

• I have 8/9 years of experience but i'm evolving my way of roleplaying since it was quite poor before :,))

•My time zone: GMT+1 (I'm italian and i won't roleplay in my native lenguage-)

Muses

• I honestly have no muses! i'm willing to try roleplaying as any danganronpa characters you want me to do IF, in exchange, you do the same for me! (UDG nor Anime/Novel characters not included!)

• If it wasn't clear in the previous, i mostly do double ups. I want both parties to have fun so if you do something for me, i'll do something for you. Basically we'll much likely do two roleplays or even more.

• Thought, if you guys don't have an oc and simply enjoy roleplaying as canon characters we can either do a double up with a cc x cc or just one roleplay if you don't wish a double up.

• We can discuss in DM about the canon characters you're interested in and, if you have some, your headcanons about em! I'll try my Best to make you happy BUT, since i'm Cisgender and Straight, i won't roleplays trans HCs or some complicated sexualities because i wouldn't be able to represent em right 🙏 we can discuss about it in DMs.

• Regard my part, I'd like the characters to be as canon as possible but we can discuss about my minor headcanons before starting.

Interests

• Currently, the fandom i'm mainly into is Danganronpa! I'm also Willing to try Tokyo Revengers!🙏💖 i didn't design ocs for the second one yet but i probably improvise-

• If you can't roleplays as at least one of the following characters, do not dm me!

(from most favourite to least.)

Danganronpa:

- Mondo Oowada <3

- Kaito Momota <3

- Kazuichi Souda <3

Tokyo Revengers:

- Ken Ryuguji (Draken) <3

- Chifuyu Matsuno <3

- Souya Kawata (Angry) <3

- Atsushi Sendo (Akkun) <3

- Ryohei Hayashi (Peh yan) <3

- Hakkai Shiba <3

Literacy

• About literacy, i'm semi-literate. I'm not english but i'm quite fluid! Usually the lenght of the answer depends on how much i have to work on; Usually the start point is longer.

• No illiterates/one liners please!

• If you write a higher grade, don't judge me i'll try my Best to not disappoint and fit with your style!🙏

Ships

• About ships, honestly I'm looking for OC X CC! CC x CC doesn't entertain me much, but if you don't have ocs for a double up and wish to do that instead, i'm willing to give a try! ONLY FOR DANGANRONPA, NOT TOKYO REVENGERS!

• If its an interesting OC that could fit with mine, i'm willing to try OC x OC! I also like to make the ocs interact with each other or become friends! <3

• I have two danganronpa female OCS and i'm opened to try more pairings ^^ Better to discuss this in DMs tho- About Tokyo Revengers i'm working on it XP (i Wonder if i'll someday create some male ocs-)

Plotting

• About plots, I can come up with pretty simple plots n scenarios, nothing too complicated! I absolutely LOVE slice of life, Fluff, romantic, smut, even a bit of angst why not? We Will plan a Plot before starting!

• What i'm not into? Violence, yanderes, gore, tragic stuff n similar- i'm a simple gal 😭🙏

• Also, I'm not much into platonical stuff-

• I can also possibly do AUS, but i won't guarantee it will last long-

^ If the Plot gets boring, we can discuss a new one with no problem! You decide about your rp, i decide for mine!

Others

• I only do roleplay on Discord.

• It would be better if you were, like me, able to rp as more characters at once to fill the roleplay more.

• I'm such a yapper so i don't mind OOC!

• Do not use emojis in roleplay please!

• If you need to detach yourself for an important reason, please let me know and don't ghost me completely please! 🙏

Hope we can get along <33

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twst-hottest-takes · 3 months ago

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So, I haven't heard many discussions on this, but I have a hot take. The twst dorm songs are a freaking mess and unfair to fans of the dorms because some are more lore oriented than others.

I dunno if you've seen all the lyrics so I'll explain i bit i guess. Or alot. I'll add a summary if you don't wanna read all this

I heard the Heartslabyul one first, and it's generic. It's like someone took the card soldiers from Alice in Wonderland, not the Heartslabyul dorm. Like, total Obedience in a dorm filled with people who are about breaking rules to be able to enjoy life???

Then I read the lyrics of the Savanaclaw one, and it's amazing. It's all about ushering the new era, working towards progress, etc. Ends in something like, 'we'll be the ones to shape our generation'. It fits the characters.

Then I see the Pomefiore one. It's... generic. Again. It's about beauty and a reaching a goal but it's painfully generic about it. Slap it onto any Snow White story n it's done.

Then the Diasomnia. It's wonderfully gothic for one. The lyrics themselves tell the story of both Maleficent and Malleus' OB. Confusing, a bit shallow but it's so beautifully arranged it makes up for it.

I won't talk about Ingnihide too much, but they did the same as Diasomnia, the story of the original movie and the OB in a style that suits the dorm, with lyrics that I can see the characters choosing.

I haven't heard the other two dorms yet.

So, summary? It's like there was no quality control. They just gave a couple of different composers the order to write for each dorm and left it upto the people just what to focus on. Some wrote generic stuff, others wrote about the characters struggles, others wrote about the original lore of the characters in the style of the dorm. And the dorms that got more generic stuff now feel lackluster even though usually I'd expect them to fuck up with Savanaclaw because they usually do. This time Heartslabyul and Pomefiore got the brunt I guess and it sucks because some of these are so wonderful. They say alot about the characters or about the story to expect from the dorm while others don't.

Wait, TWST DORM SONGS SINCE WHEN?

Well now I have to go look these up.

Okay, so I finally got around to looking into this, the songs being talked about are featured in Twistunes in the 5th Anniversary Celebration event in game. By some miracle, the full versions were out by the time I got around to looking for them (they might have even been released the same day as the game updates). TWST decided to go back to its roots as an idol game for this anniversary apparently.

I was kind of hoping for character songs, but I will happily take dorm songs as well. We finally get to hear ALL OF THE MAIN CAST sing.

With that out of the way, I haven't taken the time to really look into the lyrics, so I am going to have to defer to you, Anon, because right now the only impressions I have are based off of the vibes. That being said, Heartslabyul still gets the shaft here. Even without knowing the lyrics the genericism shines through brightly as it sounds like normal kpop idol stuff while every other dorm thematically has a sound that makes it seem like it actually came directly out of the dorm. So, I would not be surprised if your statement about quality control is accurate--as it is for pretty much every other element of the game.

Thank you for your take.

Also. . . "I'd expect them to fuck up with Savanaclaw because they usually do," has me rolling on the ground. That statement is so true it hurts. Who'da thunk they'd do right by my boys above Pomefiore for once?

I AM SO SORRY FOR POSTING THE INCOMPLETE DRAFT! I promise it was done before and I had to write it all up again just now.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst hot takes #hot take #ask response #twst hot take #twst music #twst dorm songs #blazing jewels #twst 5th anniversary

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spicymoonmenace · 1 year ago

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Club AU FAQ

These are some questions I've typically gotten every so often or ones I think would be important enough to answer!

(I'll be updating this over time if more questions come up!)

Can I make my own Club AU?

I don’t own the concept of Sun/Moon/Eclipse working in a club, so by all means go for it! Obviously just don’t go using my specific characters/designs/lore/concept and please don't heavily base yours around mine. If you’re worried about something being too heavily inspired feel free to message me about it!

Can I make fanart?

Yes, absolutely! I’m very open to people drawing fanart for the Club AU, just credit me is all! Feel free to draw the boys with your original characters, fan characters, sonas, or yourself if you’d like too! Romantic/16+ sexy art is a-ok! Also please don't be afraid to keep tagging me if you happen to make a lot of art or feel like you're spamming me, I'm very happy and appreciative for all the art I receive!

Can I write stuff about the AU?

I’m ok with people writing stuff! However, I highly prefer you not write your own lore dense multi-chapter fic(s) based around what goes on in the club since I do plan to write an official fic eventually. I also highly prefer that you state somewhere in your writing that it’s non-canon and credit me. You’re more than welcome to write things with yourself, characters, or sonas getting into shenanigans with the boys. Again romantic/16+ sexy stuff is a-ok! Also please tag me cause I’d love to read it!!

Can I write or draw AU crossovers using the Club AU?

Yep, that’s fine! Just credit me, and also follow the rules of the previous question!

Can I make 18+/explicit art and/or writing for the AU?

I’m ok with N/S/F/W stuff AS LONG AS you are of age (18 years old or older), you tag/label your work properly, and you credit me. You're more than welcome to post your stuff on tumblr and tag me in it or send me asks with it, I just won't be reblogging it or posting your asks! If you post it on A03 you're more than welcome to link/gift/tag this blog or my A03 account!

Can I send N/S/F/W related questions?

I don't mind getting those kinds of asks, but if it's way too explicit then I'd prefer not to answer them! Casual 'spicy' questions are ok tho! (For example, I won't go into like extreme sexual detail about the boys, but heavily suggestive stuff is ok!)

#club au

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serendertothesquad · 9 months ago

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Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Odd Jubilee" Episode Followup, Part 2

And on to Part 2 we march! Will Precinct 97531 get their party? Let's find out below the break!

I honestly can't decide if this guy's part of Animal Control or if he's a trash collector.

Given the context, I'll assume the latter...but when I saw the grabbers my mind went to ACO.

LMAO EVEN T H E Y HATE ERRANDS JUST AS MUCH AS I DO. Bless them. This is the right reaction.

Clearly Alexander Shaw's talent doesn't lie so much in singing as Asha Soetan's talent lies in dancing.

That being said, it's not the most egregious use of AutoTune this franchise has had. The end of "Double O Trouble" takes the rotten cake on that.

(Post-edit note: "The Sandwich Project". Not "Double O Trouble". I was mistaken.)

"This would sound so much better as a Vocaloid song."

-- These two, probably

THE CHEF IS A HAIRSTYLIST?!?!?!

THIS MAN?!?!?!?

T H I S M A N ?!?!?!!?!?!?

I'm not even fucking mad, I'm downright amazed. Where was this non-crippling-overspecialization for Oksana and Olly, hehh???

"Noooo, nooooo. We were, uh...talking about...bathroom stalls. They're not up to ground-reaching code. We have to fix them."

Awwww fuaaaaaaaack, they Miku'd and Kaito'd the damn big shoes!!!

First time hearing the catchphrase and it's a mere "Iiiiit's Orli."

Which, if I think about it like she's watched The Shining a lot, makes it acceptable.

he always spills it down himself

he hasn't been seen with any smoothie stains the entire episode

I get continuity is hardly a thing with this franchise, but can we get a little scene-by-scene consistency? Is that so hard to do or are they stu-

...Well fuck. Clever Chekhov's Gun. I didn't even notice that, and that's saying something!

Did...did he go to sleep with his suit and the key on? Does the De-Saturday-inator change clothes in addition to ridding the victim of the Saturdays? Does it also give them important things like accessories and keys?

I just...I need to know the rules. I'm not cheating. I just wanna know.

Yeah, y'know, I read "Party Agents arrive with a party box" and didn't expect anything less than "party stuff shoots out of a box".

"I guess I knew my partner better than I realized."

This would have been a pretty nice lesson for "O is for Opposite", if Olympia, Otis, and Oona wanted to get to know Oprah better. Problem is, that episode is smack in the middle of the season and that episode isn't about getting to know Oprah better so much as it's about rectifying her mistake.

Ah well, another one for the rewrite pile.

Everything...oh God...everything was going so well until this guy went from smooth dancing to janky shit.

I'm crying, dear God. It's such a beautiful mess.

Putting aside that we have a very awkward cutoff ending in line with what this franchise tends to have...and it's definitely one of the more awkward cutoffs...your credits for this episode. The garbageman/ACO/whatever guy is named Louis, I suppose. Good to know.

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Overall, this was an okay episode. I enjoyed it a lot better than "A Dish Served Odd" before it, even if the song was a little...nyehhhh. Wasn't what I expected, but it was decent enough. I'd say "too much AutoTune" but that might be more of a Shaw problem than an editor problem.

Maybe I missed it somewhere in the episode, but I hear Orli's been working at the UK precinct for three months by this point, which is incredibly unrealistic for a 12-episode season. Anime doesn't even have that big of a time gap, not until the end of the show. On top of that, if Orli doesn't know all these things about Ozzie three months in, that's...not a sign of good chemistry between them! At the very least, Olympia had a good idea of what Otis liked a little ways into Season 2, even though there was no definitive timeframe in between, say, "First Day" and "Happy Halfiversary". My guess is that I can chalk it up to Paul also needing to find his footing with this series, though his writing was pretty solid for this episode.

But anyway. With that aside, next followup will be for "The New Ozzie", which also faces a similar problem with the whole "three months" thing. Make it make sense, please, while I at least try to not have a stick up the butt for it.

Seren out!

#seren's studies #odd squad #odd squad pbs kids #odd squad uk

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totaldramafan-lauri · 10 months ago

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My "unwritten" writing rules

While I'm waiting on more people to finish my fic before I can give trivia about it, there's been something else I've wanted to do for a while, and that's talk about the rules I made for myself in regards to how I write X Reader fics. J-just cuz I've gotten compliments about it, and I wanna explain a few things I keep in mind when writing.

Now, this isn't me telling you what to do. Write however you want. This is what *I* do. XD I've been doing this for a few years now, and I figured out what stuff works best for me. These three are what I got so far. I'll make a second post if I can think of more of them:

I don't use the "Y/N" placeholder. Never have. I have no problem with other people using it, but it just doesn't work for me. It always comes across as awkward and out of place in my style. Not to mention that it takes extra brainpower for me to read, and know I have to replace it with my name in my head and not read it as literally "Y.N." That's more annoying than it seems sometimes. XD But mostly it's a style thing. Y/N works best in more casual formats like imagines and scripts. My fics are too literate to have a placeholder like that look natural and not like it's breaking things up, like serious dialogue interrupted by a censor bleep. So, instead, whenever another character calls the reader by their name, it's just not quoted. I simply say something like "they said your name".

2. I never do anything that can hint at the reader's appearance. This sometimes huuuuurts, cuz I'm a sucker for a good height difference, but yes, this includes things like height. Body type, hair color/texture, eye color, skin color, etc. This means there are certain phrases I can't use to deliberately avoid mentioning those traits, substituting for more inclusive ones. For example, saying "You felt your cheeks getting warmer" instead of something like "Your cheeks turned bright red" (as well as not mentioning whether other characters present can see it or not). The reader in MUOM is kinda an exception to this, cuz it's mentioned that they look "distinctly Hollyberrian", but that doesn't really narrow a lotta things down. If you look at all the NPCs in the Hollyberry Kingdom, you can see how varied the cookies there are. Pretty much the only thing that means is that they have berry-colored hair and eyes. What color? You decide. -v-

3. I never go outta my way to describe the appearances of canon characters, either, even when first meeting them. Some writers do this, but I don't. I have a couple reasons. One is that I'm writing for fans of these characters who already know what they look like. So, I don't see it as important to grind the fic to a halt and spend a paragraph telling people things they already know. And my other reason is that my writing style is ALREADY wordy enough, so I'd rather cut out stuff I see as pointless if I can help it. XD When the reader meets someone for the first time, I focus instead on how they're feeling, rather than describing everything in detail. For example, with Golden Cheese in MUOM, I just simply say she looks "gorgeous in a way no one else (they've) met has been" and then describe how overwhelmed the reader feels. Cuz, everyone reading already knows how she's gorgeous, so I don't need to explain. XD And with Affogato in Drowned, I have the reader emphasize how different he looks from everyone else, which is more important to the story than his exact appearance. Make sense? >.<

#lauri talks to herself

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drac-onion · 1 year ago

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"I made this!"

So I have a bit of an unhealthy relationship with art.

I would never call myself an artist, but I would never disparage someone for doing the exact same thing I do and then call themselves an artist. An artist, to me, is someone who makes art. Simple as. Sure, you could more minutely define it as someone who makes a living from art, but you could also argue that the specificity of that would fall under whether or not someone calls themselves a professional artist. Meaning that they do it as their profession. (IE: a paid occupation, usually involving prolonged training and/or formal qualification.)

So, by that rule, I'm an artist because I make art (sometimes), but not a professional artist, because I don't make a living from it.

I suppose I could call myself a writer, too, but let's not get too into the weeds on etymology and labels. I'm some rando that makes art (sometimes) and writes (sometimes, and I even post sometimes too! [keyword: sometimes])

I'm pretty apprehensive about posting things I've made because of weird vulnerability I feel around it. Cuz like, I tried my best (or maybe its just a quick n dirty something or other for a laugh) and now that thing is going to be out for anyone to see? Spooky.

Well, I'm going to try to change my mindset and post things that I made cuz I made them, and if other people see them, great. If not, then it's for me to look back on anyway. It's not about likes or reception or anything. Just for me to look back on. It's just a scrapbook that I just so happen to put somewhere for others to look at if they want.

I recently went through my PC and located everything I've ever made and put it one spot. It's organized by year, and it was kind of wild to see how far I'd come in some regards.

There's some pictures I took of my sketchbook from when I was following Mark Crilley's art tutorials. Some attempts at pixel art (some of which aren't half bad, tbh) and some sketches I made in that old Sketchbook app for android. I actually had to hop on my old deviantart for some of it (oof) since I couldn't find the original files. They're probably on an old laptop somewhere, but I couldn't be bothered to pull the hard drive and dig for it.

I can really pinpoint my artistic motivations and pursuits in each year.

2013: Pixel art (just the worst pixel doubling and uniform outlining, yikes!)

2014: Traditional art and youtube tutorials, along with some pixel art here and there)

2015: I could only find one drawing from 2015 (had to grab that one from facebook...YIKES) and its a not-too-shabby drawing I did from reference.

2016: Following along with a Bob Ross episode in Mario Paint. This one actually looks really good. Maybe I'll post it one of these days, cuz it's kinda neat.

2017: Bought a drawing tablet with the money I made from working. Downloaded Sai and tried drawing from figure references. Some of it is really bad, but some of it shows an understanding of figure, which is kind of impressive in hindsight.

2018: Some more Bob Ross pixel art. I followed along with the same video as in 2016, but in Aseprite (the demo, so I only have a screenshot of the finished product because you can't save in the demo) and damn, it's still one of my favorite things I've ever made in Aseprite. Especially for only being 4 colors (GB green palette)

2019: Some more Sai stuff. Probably all done in the same session, but it's not the worst I suppose. I'm pretty inconsistent when it comes to focusing on art. I tend to get pretty distracted when I'm not immediately good at something. (And now I know why, although hindsight is 20/20)

2020: Uh? Couldn't find anything from 2020. Given what occurred that year, that's not all that surprising TBH.

2021: Some music I made and a doom level I made. This was sort of my intro to making levels for games. We had to make a game pitch for a school project and I went all out on making a demo. I think I clocked my hours and it was well over 40 hours put into the level alone. Made a custom weapon sprite any everything. It's pretty cool.

2022: My intro to working in 3D and making youtube videos. I started in Gmod, making simple animations, before eventually swapping to SFM for stills. Then a friend asked why I didn't just learn Blender instead, so that's what I did. If you know me from twitter, then you've probably seen these. They're NSFW, so maybe don't go digging if that isn't what you're into. That was sort of where my unhealthy relationship with social media and art began, because I started focusing a lot on views and likes and reception for things instead of just making things I wanted to make. (Mostly because I was surrounded by and learning from actual professionals, who do it as like, a job.) Sure there were things I made because I wanted to make them, but for the most part, I was going for the popular thing and wanting to "get big" at the time. Cringe, I know. Such is life. You live and you learn. Some of the best I made during this time was cuz I wanted to make it, and those are the ones I'm most proud of to this day.

2023: Burnout city! Unemployment will do that to you. Sure I worked on some stuff here and there, but I really burnt the hell out. Ended up working on some Doom levels and some little things here and there. Making a titlecard for a friend's youtube video, a cover art for a HM2 level, finishing my second reload animation, and a couple blender things. 2022 felt so productive in comparison, where did it all go wrong? (Oh yeah, the weird obsession with views. Right.) Then I got into writing that summer and I've sort of kept up with it. AO3 says I wrote 93k words that year, so that's not nothing. (I promise I'm working on another big project. It's just...hitting some creative snags. Again. Such is life.)

2024: The current year. I'm...trying to get back into making things for me. Writing things because I would read it. Drawing things that I would look at, or that I find interesting. Once again, I'm sort of trying to game my attention problems by not focusing TOO hard on one thing at a time. Otherwise I'd never finish anything, and while I'm not concerned about having things to post to social media, it does feel good to look back and see things you've actually finished. It's better to finish something and have it be like 50% of what it could have been than never reach 100% and then it just lives on as a reminder of your inability to finish things. I'd rather call something done and move on than obsess for ages over "what could have been." Or maybe I'm just waffling because I'm still trying to shake my weirdness. Bah. Some stuff I make might never see the light of day, but that's kind of a shame. I like making things and sharing them with other people. It's fun.

That's really the operative word of this whole ramble.

Fun

I do things because it's fun. I should want to do things because they're fun. Of course that's easier said than done when you have my specific brand of brain problems, but ya gotta catch the wind in your sail when it blows, right? (If that even makes sense.)

So yeah, here's hoping that this weird ramble convinces me to post things. Not because I want to get clicks or likes or engagement. But because I want to remind myself of how fun it was to do.

Like that Kolibri doodle I posted yesterday was something I did for fun. I though it'd be fun to do, so I did it. Simple as.

So here's to fun. Let's do stuff for that, and forget about clicks. I'm doing it for me. If you happen to like it, then more power to you. But I wanna have fun for me.

Yeah.

(Watch me then never post anything because my interests have waned and I hyperfixate on something else and then have to look at this post in a few months and cringe at the thought.)

But hey, nobody else is reading this anyway.

Right?

#drac_art #thanks kleo you're a real one #man tumblr is so nice for having big #rambles #drac.txt

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lusttoke · 2 years ago

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@ ky why you unfollowed?

[*] please remember you can still send asks if you wish even if we are not mutuals as long as you're not minor not racist not pedo in both ooc & ic.

i don't have to explain to each one why I unfollowed but here's a list of possible reasons you pick what makes you happy:

[x] i changed my rules. i used to be fine when people tag some gross content but not anymore. due bad experience with some i'll just respectfully soft block so we both unfollow each other. if you still wanna follow my blog feel free it's just some content i'd like not to see on my dash n im tired following up with each blog gross list tags.

[x] i hate any type of including a minor/teen in a sexual content.. even if they are not in a sexual content i fukin' hate teen muses anyway. call me a hater i just don't wanna see them.

[x] im strongly against people writing characters that are racist pedophiles homophobes etc etc.. your character being a survivor of such stuff in their back story is fine.. but your character committing such shit in rp is nope for me.

[x] I lose interest in our interactions. When people lose interest to write with me I rather they unfollow me than force themselves to write with me just because we're old mutual. so when I feel that you or me lose the interest to interact i'll just respectfully unfollow or block/unblock. it's not your job to entertain me and it's not my job to entertain you so if one of us is not having fun it's not worth it.

[x] your replies are weird to me. honestly my writing is so simple it's even trash but at least i try to make my character's actions /words clear for you to interact with them. some people's replies are so unrelated to what my muse said or did like as if they're answering another thread. im not saying im a good writer nope the opposite i just don't understand your writing sometimes and i'll save us both the awkwardness if that is repeated in few threads i'll just unfollow.

[x] you don't give me much to work with. rp is like catch ball. you have to throw and receive. I cant keep throwing the ball at you every time and your character is too passive in their response. so unless it's an ending of a thread your character gotta do /say something for my character to react otherwise your character can stay in their own world and i'll unfollow lol.

[x] ooc drama/ demanding replies / crossing ooc boundaries / talkin' shit about another mun i rp with.. etc im not a good person im trash in both person and in my writing. i enjoy writing though and i wanna be respectful and chill with people but some people are not chill.. i wont keep up with that. I'll unfollow if I feel uncomfortable with you. (people who are allowed to personally harass me are tala and sila lolol) anyone else you have to respect some boundaries with me.

[x] Thoughts about quitting rp. instead of deleting the blog i decided to keep it for the sake of the very few people who i love writing with. but will keep inbox open for non-mutual asks if they want to.

that being said I hope you find your reasons within the list if you been so obsessed of knowing why. again i aint a good person im trash but i try to have fun.

After this post im starting a new page and leaving this topic behind me. don't come ask me again about it i wont hesitate to block.

please keep eye on my rules before interacting.

with all love and respect ky

#for those demanding answers #read every word carefully #ooc #psa

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ninjago-oc-appreciation · 2 years ago

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Ninjago Oc Secret Santa 2023

What is a Secret Santa? - A Secret Santa is a gift giving event; you'll be assigned someone to secretly make a gift for, and someone will make a gift for you. - It's very important that no one knows that you are making them a gift and vice versa, that you don’t know who is making you a gift! - This event is a writing and art event! Are there any rules? - Absolutely no N/S/F/W or Suggestive content is permitted for prompts, gifts, or references. This is /not/ an 18+ event. - No direct contact with the person you're making a gift for; you can communicate through me or someone helping run the event, or ask through anon on tumblr if you can. - No AI art/writing, Gacha edits, face claims, picrews, or bases will be permitted for oc reference submissions or gifts. - Oc x Canon and Oc x Oc ships are 100% allowed. - Fankids, sonas, and self inserts are also allowed; my only rule is that fankids of Lloyd x Canon ships are not permitted. - Please respect requests regarding holiday or seasonal preferences when making a gift. Don't depict an oc participating in a holiday or seasonal activity that the creator asked not be depicted. How many ocs can be submitted total? - At least one oc is required, but up to three can be submitted ^^ What will I need for sign ups? - Refs or art that show a clear, colored depiction of your oc. - OR at least two pieces of writing for said oc (does not need to be a whole fic. Could easily just be a quick blurb showing how they’re written as a character) - Basic Information/Fun Facts about your character. This can be background information, relationships, likes/dislikes, age and height, personality, etc. - Suggestions or prompts for your gift giver. Stuff to help get their brain going. - Your blog name (not the name you go by online but the url name. Like @/Ninjago-Oc-Appreciation. Make sure it's a tumblr url, and not from any other social media) What's the general timeline for this event? - Sign ups will officially begin near the end of October, around the week of Halloween. - Assignments will be within the first couple of weeks of November. - You will have until December 23rd to January 7th to finish your piece. These will be the designated posting days. - January 8th to 14th will be the designated late week. How do I sign up? - In Late October, I'll post a google form where you can submit your oc(s)! There will be one for writing and one for art! - Please reach out to me in someway after signing up. This can be through messages, asks, comments, etc. In the past we've had issues with the forms, where they'd "eat' a submission, and I'd like to know when to check to make sure this doesn't happen again. Additional Notes: - The forms won't collect your email, I turn off any settings that will to ensure privacy. If they are requiring you to sign in, tell me so I can look into why. - This year I am joined by @totally-not-into-drama! They have offered to help with assignments, so expect to get a message from either me or them when the time comes! - We'll be using #NOSS2023 and #SecretNinja2023 as tags for this event! That's all! If you have any questions feel free to let me know, I tried to cover everything but I may have missed something!

#Ninjago #Ninjago oc #Ninjago ocs #Ninjago oc Secret Santa #Ninjago events #NOSS2023 #SecretNinja2023 #Aries posts #Aries talks #dunno which tag I use

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cartooemcanhis · 1 year ago

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🌈🐾Im Em! I use any pronouns and im genderfluid. I like drawing silly guys and joining wayyy too many fandoms lol. ✨🎉

🦝🧁Im autistic & dyspraxic and I struggle sometimes with memory so please be nice to me if I forget something lmao 🎂🦨

🐶💫I like writing and making comics for funsies, my main two currently being my HTF fancomic No Control and my Sparklecare rewrite Crackcare. I make them purely for fun so I apologize if the writing isn't exactly great lol✏️🐀

🩸🦨Other names you can call me if you want lol: E, Emem, Cartoon/Cartoo, Toon, Shifty 🩵🫀

🐺My pronounspage 🏳️‍🌈

🌈 My strawpage🌈

🎉Im in MANY fandoms. This might not even be all of them but eh🎉

Dhmis 🌈🩸

Welcome home 🏠👁️

OSC (Bfdi, II, etc) 🔥🍃🫧

Furry fandom 🐾

Ringtone Deathmatch 💀🧸🩸🦔(No I dont support the weird controversial stuff in the pilot. I just like Host, Psycho Teddy, and Punk Porcupine. I have my own rewrite au.)

FNAF 🐻🐰🐥🦊

Salad fingers 🥗

Bugbo 🐜🕷️⚫🦗

ENA 🟨🟦

Bluey 🐶🐾

Mascot horror 🎉✨

Trevor henderson creations 🚨🌲

TADC 🎪🌈

My Friendly neighborhood 🧦🌞

Imaginary friend asylum 🃏💫

Mlp 🐎🏳️‍🌈

Roblox ✨

Ratboy genius 🥔🐁(I dont support the weird antivax + transphobe stuff Ryan dorin does)

Moshi monsters 🎩

Happy tree friends 🩸🐇🫀

Max design pro 🐵🍗 (yes I know it's brainrot but the toxic yaoi is funny)

Goodbye Kitty 🧶☠️(i do n o t support the weird and very very outdated stuff in the show, I just like stupid murder cats. I also hate Todd Goldman so much. Ive basically kidnapped his ocs and they are mine now and in much better hands)

Making fiends💙💚

Unicorn wars🧸🦄

Dandy's world 🌼🖤

Bunny Maloney🐰💸

Club penguin shutdown 🐧🩸 (I am aware of the allegations against the creator, and if they're true I do not support them)

Fables of the green forest 🌳🐿️

Crackcare/Cometcrack 🏩🩸(frick Kittycorn I hate Kittycorn so that's why I am rewriting sparklecare for people who want a non-problematic alternative)

Johnson and friends 🐘🪀

Feral pride🐺🩸🌳

❌People who post NSFW or proship content please DNI with my profile. I am a minor and that kinda stuff makes me very uncomfortable (this includes people who defend Kittycorn. If you support Kittycorn get tf off of my blog) Also, people who are racist, ableist, transphobic, homophobic, etc please also DNI. Israel supporters DNI, free Palestine!❌

🎨If theres anything you'd like me to draw related to any of my fandoms please feel free to send me an ask with your request! Only rule is that im not comfortable drawing nsfw art, or characters from fandoms im not in (I will draw ocs tho!)✏️

✨ I also take blingee requests, just send me the picture you want blingeed and what aesthetic you want!! 🌈

🌟✨Main thing I'm taking requests for rn!: Happy tree friends, crackcare✨

Go read my htf fan comic NO CONTROL!

Go read my sparklecare hospital rewrite!

🦴🫁Tw for cartoon gore! I do not tag my gore art so if you don't like cartoony gore then I'd not engage with my antics🫀🩸

I have so many side blogs but here's the main ones and what they're for:

@super-epic-shifty (Shifty rp blog, usually just text but occasionally I'll do a drawing or two,Active whenever it gets asks)

@molandynation (blog dedicated to Molandy which also serves as an ask blog for the two, very active in reblogging Molandy stuff but asks may take a while to be answered)

@i-love-these-stinkin-critters (reblogging Poppy playtime stuff blog, very rarely posts original art)

@rebloggingcoolandwackyaesthetics (inspo blog/random stuff I use for projects blog, pretty active but all I do is reblog stuff)

@shadycity-shenanigans (Htf ask blog about Moles past and stuff, pretty inactive and underdeveloped but maybe someday I'll get back into it if people ask interesting stuff & I get motivated)

@nocontrolcore (Blog where i reblog stuff that mildly relates to no control)

@silly-flippy-leaf (Flippy rp blog, similar to the shifty one)

@askcometcrack (Ask blog for cometcrack!)

@circus-skunk (TADC only blog, mostly reblogs but has some art)

#tadc #dhmis #poppy playtime #mlp #ifa #tfwlb #fnaf #furry #osc #trevor henderson #salad fingers #htf #happy tree friends #crackcare

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crow-cards · 3 years ago

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Thank you for answering, which RE games would you write for :)

just re8! I know 7 too but I just say 8 since I could probably write the characters better than the 7 cast, ik their personalities a bit better and have more of my own personal headcanons and such :]

#ace answers #I'll make a post of all the stuff I'd write for and rules n all that and pin it at some point!#planning on either playing or watching playthroughs of the other games at some point too so maybe i can have more RE writing content >:]

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kitorin · 2 years ago

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boyfriend headcanons ! itoshi rin

contents. how you met, how you got to know each other, when he realized he liked you, how you started dating, dates, all fluff

warning. rin backstory spoilers, i can't write kiss scenes either, written with all lowercase intended, it's word vomit bc school has screwed me up mentally and i can't think properly atp lmao

a/n. reo, rensuke and yoichi ver coming soon, was supposed to be all four of them but tumblr didn't save some stuff so i lost motivation and i probably wrote too much for rin anyways

how you met

you were invited to hang out with a group of friends, but ended up hating it since you were basically invisible, since everyone else were talking about a common interest you didn't have

you ended up walking away, finding somewhere actually interesting, and found a muji store (minimalist retailer that sells a lot of household items and more), and had your own fun, looking through stationary, skin care, nice clothes, and more.

you were having a great time until you heard someone from the hangout looking for you and calling

rin who notices your panic right next to him, questions what's wrong (not necessarily out of concern, honestly probably because he may have found it slightly irritating)

after you explain your situation briefly, he nods and finds you somewhere to hide, and goes to deal with your friend

he's got perfect control over his facial expressions, he'd easily lie and even if your friend was persistent, he'd still scare him away

"haven't seen them in here, they left a while ago and you better stop yelling,"

"are you sure-?"

"yes. now piss off and stop disturbing everyone here,"

once he's sure your friend's gone, he goes back to where he instructed you to hide, giving you the clear

"i hope that lukewarm asshole wasn't your ex."

you're slightly amused at the word 'lukewarm' it wasn't a typical description you'd hear often. "nope, i'd never date him. thank you so much though. i really appreciate it, please let me do a favor for you"

before he can object, you grab a sample pen, scrawling your number on his hand, "send me a text and i'll do my best to help you with anything okay?" you send him a smile as his eyes widen in shock, "bye kind stranger, have a great day," and before he could respond, you were gone, rushing out the store out of embarrassment for not being able to slip away from your friend uncaught.

how he got to know you

[unknown number] : i really don't need a favor you know?

i hated that idiot anyways, loud and annoying

[you] : don't careeee, i want to make it up to you somehow, please?

i'm y/n, you?

[unknown number] : rin, itoshi rin

after he gave in to your offer, you ended up tutoring him, he didn't care about grades but his high school had a rule of requiring a certain standard of grades to compete in tournaments

turns out he wasn't even a bad student, he's diligent and consistent, he only needed a little bit of guidance and advice, with math being the exception

in between sessions, during breaks and outside of your tuition you'd talk a lot, considering how rin has no friends ("neither do you, your toxic ass friends shouldn't count" he replies when you realize it) and you're patient enough to deal with his personality

even after he has his grades up you still hangout with each other, watching horror movies, playing horror games, reading horror novels / comics (you introduced him to junji ito), and he'd even teach you some soccer when you visit his training. he also tries out all your hobbies and favourite things to do and eat

you two spend so much time together, simply because one has no other friends and the other has no healthy friendships

how he knew he liked you

BRO WAS IN DENIAL. FOR. SO. FUCKING. LONG.

he thought he had a health problem or fever when he felt his face getting hot, or that odd sensation in his stomach, or his heart relentlessly pounding against his chest

he tries to research it, doesn't believe it when he sees all those love related posts, so he literally goes to a doctor

his doctor probably almost instantly realized, and had to deal with rin's denial

"you experience these 'symptoms' with a certain someone, don't you?" the doctor doesn't even bother with noting down anything, he's 100% sure and knows it's perfectly in character for rin to do something like this

"that's not possible- that doesn't make se-," he pauses, and recalls that he only felt that way when it came to you, "... yes," he's sort of bashful, slightly embarrassed but quickly composes himself again. 'i apologise for doubting you, please continue,"

"no worries," with a grin, his doctor prepared leave and meet his next patient, "i diagnose you with love sickness,"

when i tell you, this man fucking asked him what meds to take and what to do as self treatment

his poor doctor mentally face palmed himself, sat himself back down and had a (long) talk with this emotionally repressed boy

rin still insists it's something medically wrong, but he's soon shoo-ed out of the office, while hastily being told to make sure he's honest with his feelings, otherwise it never goes right

back at home, he's lying in bed, revising what his doctor said

"rin you need to learn how to acknowledge your emotions. i understand they're confusing and i'm not a therapist, but you can't keep denying it. it's just as unhealthy to neglect your emotions as it is to ignore an injury,"

...

denial huh?

he thinks of you and his heart once again can't calm down, his face burns and his stomach is doing somersaults. he buries his face in his palm, groaning. he hated anything unfamiliar, anything that he couldn't navigate with confidence, or fully comprehend.

"do you really despise it? or do you refuse to acknowledge your feelings because you've never experienced something like this,"

his doctor's advice comes back to him, and he thinks.

if he truly loathed how you made him feel, why is he still hanging out with you, why is he still investing his time into you, why do you make him so damn happy?

he passed out eventually completely lost in thought

how you ended up dating

some time passes and you finally have the courage to confess to him only to receive a cold "i don't feel the same way," a complete lie

accepting his emotions was one thing, accepting a relationship is another. he could immediately feel regret clawing at his stomach, he wanted to tell you. badly, how much he likes you, your patience, intelligence, your kindness, literally everything

yet nothing comes out. only his stoic and stupid facade's character

you walk away after mumbling out an apology for making things awkward, and rin's left there standing, finger nails digging crescents of frustration into his palm

he's overwhelmed with his thoughts, some insisting for him to give up and accept that he fucked up, others demanding him to move and fix things

what would be worse than losing you, anyways?

and that last thought was the final push, he's basically sprinting towards you, soon his arms are wrapped around you, releasing a gasp of surprise from you.

"ri-?"

"i lied," rin blurts, internally screaming at himself to just say it, "i lied, i know i shouldn't have and i'm sorry. but i like you too much, i can't express or understand my feelings, i don't know anything about relationships or love either, and i wanted to hide how i felt so i wouldn't get hurt,"

"rin-," he doesn't let you finish, ignoring your whisper.

"but i don't care, i like you so much that i'm willing to risk hurting myself, anything's worth it if i can be with you, spend time with you, and love you. if it's for you i'd overcome all my fears of love. i can't afford love, but if it's for you i don't care anymore,"

"you're perfect, you always have been," he concludes his speech, almost breathless from how rushed it was. scarlet was dusted all over his face, teal eyes wide open.

that fact rin, someone who's never been good at communication, went this far to express how he feels for you, warms your heart even more.

"rin?"

"yes?"

"may i kiss you?"

somehow, he blushes even more, and as he nods your lips press together.

dates + other headcanons

MOVIE NIGHTS !! not at cinemas though since he prefers the comfort and privacy of his room, and doesn't like how loud or dirty cinemas can get

doesn't want to force you into anything too scary, but he secretly enjoys it when you end up clinging onto him

since he struggles with articulating his emotions, he likes using playlists and songs to (die for you - weeknd, shinunoga iiwa - fujii kaze, love, maybe - melomance, sweet - cigarettes after sex, COME INSIDE OF MY HEART - IV SPADES SUITS HIM SO WELL)

he's not a fan of pda, yet he wants to show you off to everyone he knows

if you genuinely like soccer and have an interest in it (obviously doesn't want to force you to watch 90 minutes of a sport you don't like) he'd watch his favourite games with you, even books tickets for the both of you if there are any good teams competing nearby

also takes great interest in your sports !! reads a lot about them so he can discuss them with you, and if you also compete in sports he puts together a training routine for you and asks to go to the gym together (say yes dumbass)

SURFINGGGG !! since he grew up in kamakura, he loves the beach and went to swim and surf a lot as a kid and would love to do it again with you, even if he hasn't done it in ten years (same rin, same). same with hiking too (kamakura's also famous for it as well)

visits the store with you where he always bought ice blocks with sae, the same lady who worked there when sae and rin still got around is still there, congratulates him for getting a partner, is proud of him

he's a great listener too, he prefers it over speaking a lot and you can talk to him about anything, whether you're talking shit about someone (he'd join in and start swearing) and or you're hyperfixating on your interests

whenever he gets a question related to his love life he takes a moment to blush when he thinks of you, pauses to compose himself (keeps you a secret for your privacy from the media), then says with a straight face that soccer is a priority, but everyone knows he's lying

©kouyun : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

#itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin blue lock #fluff #headcanons #blue lock headcanons #blue lock

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fluffytriceratops · 3 years ago

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𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐁𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 [𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔]

Notes: the gif makes me think of the "i got it" moment between Mike and Leo. You'll understand when you read it. My writing is rusty and this is unedited because I'm lazy, so it might be shit. :D Possibly part one? I might write a part two- idk yet. I was in the mood for angst and this has been sitting in my drafts for literally ages so I figured I'd finish it up and post it since it's also been ages since I've posted a TMNT imagine! ALSO- REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN! If you would like to submit a request, please do so via asks, and please read my rules on my blog before hand, thank you! <33

Warnings: mature language, ANGST, mentions of addiction, mentions of alcohol, mental/emotional abuse, mentions of depression, brief mentions of self harm, etc.

Tags: @thelaundrybitch @rheawritesforfun @digitl-art-monstr @leosgirl82 @turtle-babe83 @mysticboombox @drowninghell @squirrelfurs @lec743 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @bibiz82 @raphslovemuffin80 @raphielover @tmntspidergirl

(If you would like to be tagged in my future TMNT realted posts (let me know if you want just reader insert stuff or if you want OC related content included) feel free to lemme know and I'll happily add you!)

Thank you for reading! Have a lovely day/night! Stay safe and make sure to take care of yourselves! I'm sending all the virtual hugs to you~! <3

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Her gaze was locked onto the screen of her phone. She had opened her camera app to double check her appearance before going in, but what she saw caught her off guard. The large purple bags under her eyes, the paleness of her skin. All the weight she had lost was visible in her face alone, no matter how hard she had tried to hide it under baggy clothes. She didn't need anyone worrying about her. She could take care of herself... Y/n knew she hadn't been sleeping well. Not at all, actually. The only time she got the chance to get some rest was when she passed out from sheer exhaustion. Was it unhealthy? Oh absolutely. But she couldn't help herself. It didn't help that she worked two jobs. Ever since her father got fired, she was the one who had to keep everyone afloat. It was driving her mad.

Taking in a shaky breath, she shoved her phone back into her sweater's pocket and began to walk the rest of the way to the lair. It wasn't far. It didn't take long at all for her to get there. Once she stepped inside, she was greeted by the smell of pizza. Her stomach turned and she felt nauseous immediately. Y/n hadn't told anyone that she had gone on a diet. Not yet, anyway. Nor did she tell them she had stopped eating much at all. She was fine, they didn't need to know.

Y/n tucked a few strands of loose hair behind her ear, she took in another shaky breath before walking up to where they were. Their voices were loud and expressive. Raphael let out a bark of laughter, slapping Mikey on the shell in amusement. Leo was busy talking with April, and Casey was stuck chatting with Vern. It was Donatello who had noticed her first. "Hey, Y/n! We were starting to think you wouldn't make it!" He greeted with a cheerful smile.

She tried not to flinch under their sudden gazes. Pulling her lip between her teeth anxiously. God, she felt like vomiting. She needed to leave. "Yeah! You're late dude! What took you so long!?" Michelangelo whined, walking over and moving to sling an arm across her shoulders. She ducked under him before he got the chance.

"N-Nothing, really. Just took my time." Y/n shrugged, shuffling over towards the rest of them hurriedly. She had been dodging their embraces recently, and they were starting to notice. Mikey pursed his lips in a pout, missing the skeptic look on his brother's faces. They had all been brushing off her behavior, but this had been going on for what felt like forever. She was starting to look worse each time they saw her. There was one turtle who knew more than the other's. One who had suspected something was off a lot sooner than everyone else. Leonardo watched Y/n closely. Blue eyes practically glued to her.

"What kind of pizza would you like? We got meat lovers, cheese, veggie-" she cut Donnie off. "None, thanks. I'm uh, dieting." She shrugged, rocking on the balls of her feet nervously. Y/n could feel his eyes boring into her. Her heart rate increased rapidly. Pounding against her rib cage in a desperate plea to flea. Don looked at the other's briefly before turning his gaze back to the female. He nodded slowly, "Okay. Um, would you like something else?" Y/n's hands tightened in her pockets, curling into fists. She simply shook her head. "No thanks.. Not hungry.."

The room grew oddly silent for a few beats. Vern coughed obnoxiously into his elbow just to clear the silence. Leo had yet to look away from Y/n. It made her feel more nervous than anything else. Why was he starring at her? Couldn't he look somewhere else? Just when she was about to say or do something she'd definitely regret, Casey had spoken up. "So, uh, Y/n- I saw your dad today." Her head snapped towards him in a matter of seconds. It was a wonder how she didn't get whiplash. "You did? Where?"

She sounded nervous, and the other's picked up on it immediately. Raph and Donnie caught each other's gaze before the red clad turtle looked towards their leader. Leo was silent and observing. He stood still with his arms folded over his chest. Lips pressed into a flat line and brow ridge lightly furrowed. Raphael watched his brother closely, but his attention was moved else where as the conversation continued.

Casey, who was glad to get away from Vern, stepped forwards. Snatching himself up another slice of pizza. "Convenience store, on West Street. I was grabbing the drinks for today and bumped into him. His hand was all bandaged up, apparently he went to the ER today." He said before taking a merry bite out of the delightful pie. Y/n's gaze darkened.

Stop talking. Shut up. Don't say another word. Please. She all but begged, starring at him numbly. She knew this already. She was the one who dropped him off at the hospital. If it were possible, Y/n felt sicker than before. Her hands began to shake, she was just glad they were hidden in the pockets of her hoodie. She bit her tongue to stop from bolting. Everyone else was quiet, listening to Casey's story. Looking between the both of them as he spoke. She wanted to cry. "I know." She said, barley managing to get the words out.

Casey didn't seem to catch on. Or if he did, he continued to speak about it anyway. "So you know he put his hand through a window?" He was looking at her intensely, hell everyone was. Especially Leo. His gaze felt like fire, burning holes into her skull. She wanted to combust into flames. Right then and there.

"Yeah. Anything else." Y/n's tone grew bitter, and she couldn't help but glare at him. Hoping, praying, that he would just drop it and leave her alone. Casey ignored her. "Well, I know it's your mom's birthday. And I know it's been hard for the both of you. So y'know, we just wanted to check in." He gestured towards all of them, and she barley managed to peek towards them. Had they been talking about her?

"Casey-" April warned, shaking her head subtly at him. Either he didn't see it, or he ignored her as well. "And he was very charming. But he seemed kind of sad. I'd hate to see it happen again, so maybe you should keep a better eye on him." Was he serious? He couldn't be fucking serious, right? Y/n felt like she had swallowed cotton balls. Her nails punctured her skin and she igno red the light stinging. She was staring at a random crumb on the table. Gazing at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Completely and utterly silent.

Leo's arms unfolded and he took a step towards her, but she quickly turned her gaze back to Casey. "Everyday is my mother's birthday.." She started, gaze icy, voice venomous. Leo stopped in his tracks, everyone was looking at her, but she focused on Casey solely. "My mother was born in December. He lied. He's a liar." Tears glazed at the corners of her eyes but she's refused to let them fall. Voice rising in anger.

"And I'm glad- really, I'm glad that you found him charming. I'm sure he was delightful. He's a blast after five drinks. Not so much after nine though, he get's a little weepy and mean." Mikey's eyes widened and he looked towards his older brother's worriedly. She hadn't uttered a word of this before, it was the first time anyone was hearing it. Leo's jaw clenched but she hadn't noticed it. Too busy focusing all her pent up anger on Casey. "He's a drunk. He probably came in and told you how wonderful you are. How he wished he could have a son like you. And how sad he is because he doesn't get to spend more time with me." She hadn't meant to cry, but the tears had started to slip down her pale cheeks. Y/n wiped at them angrily.

Casey stood there in shock, taking in her angry words carefully. He didn't dare say anything, all he did was look at her and take it. "Yesterday he said that I was his favorite daughter. The day before, I was an ungrateful bitch. The week before- he wrote me a check fortwenty thousand dollarsbecause he said I deserved everything life had to offer. Because he was so proud of me. A lifetimes worth of proud..." her voice cracked and her bottom lip trembled. Y/n looked down, forcing her hair to partially hide her face. She tried to collect herself as she wiped at her tears with her sleeve. "You can't listen to a word that man says. Everything that comes out of his mouth is about as many bottles as he can stomach before he either vomits it up or passes out."

"But thank you for telling me to keep a better eye on him." Y/n shook her head and turned on her heal. Storming out of the room and out of the lair altogether. She was tired of all this bullshit.

"Y/n! Wait!" Mikey moved to go after her but Leo clamped a hand down onto his shoulder. "I got it..." He muttered, casting an annoyed glance at Casey from over his shoulder before he chased after the h/c female.

"Well that was a train wreck." Vern muttered, wincing at the glare Casey shot in his direction. "How was I supposed to know." He hissed. "It's not like Y/n's a very open person."

"We all knew something was up, I'm sure Casey just wanted to make sure she was okay." April said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Case smiled at her briefly in thanks.

"I wish she would have said something..." Donnie whispered, twiddling his 'thumbs' nervously. "Maybe we could have helped her somehow."

"Y/n's stubborn. She doesn't wanna rely on anyone else. She doesn't wanna be a burden." Raph grumbled, shrugging his shoulders. "Still. I wish she would lean on us a little more. I'd like ta give her father a piece of my mind." He huffed.

Michelangelo's lips pulled into a frown. "You.. You don't think he hits her, do you?" The room fell silent, and everyone turned their gazes towards the area she had left.

"Leo'll make sure she's okay." Don spoke quietly, hands clenching each other desperately.

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She knew he was following her. But he didn't approach. Not in the sewers, and not outside of them, either. He was waiting for the right time. Giving her a chance to cool off. If anything, the fact that Leo had come after her only pissed Y/n off more. She didn't want to get a lecture from him. She didn't want to rant. She wanted to lay in bed and cry. And she wanted to do it alone.

Y/n managed to hold herself together pretty well. She only let a few tears and sniffles slip out on her way back home. She lived in a sketchy part of the city in a small and dinky apartment. It was her, her two sisters Lucy and Amelia, and their father. Her mother had died a few years back. Her father was never the same after that. He ended up losing the job he had since before he met his wife. He couldn't keep a job afterwards, either. And he started drinking. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol. Any little bit of money he made went straight into alcohol. Lucy was the youngest, she had yet to start high school. Amelia was the oldest. She spent most of her time at her home with her fiance and their newborn son. She couldn't stand to even look at their father. She refused to see him. They always fought, too. Amelia wanted to take Y/n and Lucy with her, but Lucy was in custody of their father. And Y/n refused to leave him to rot.

Y/n's keys jingled as she pulled them from her pocket and jammed them into the deadbolt on the door of her apartment. She knew Leo would already be inside when she entered. And if not, then he was waiting on her fire escape.

The door slammed shut behind her, she kicked her shoes off by the door and walked further inside. There was no sight of her father, so he must be out. Most likely at the bar down the street. It was within walking distance and it was the weekend. There was no way he wouldn't be there. Lucy was sleeping over at Amelia's for the weekend, which meant she was home alone.

The thought would have been extremely comforting had Leonardo not been lurking around the corner.

She passed through the kitchen and walked down the hallway that lead to the bedrooms. Amelia's old room was first, it was completely empty now. Y/n shared a room with Lucy. She was supposed to move into Amelia's room after Amelia moved out, but Lucy didn't feel safe alone. And it wasn't just her father making her feel that way. Y/n was comforting to her. Knowing she was sleeping in the same room kept her calm. Their father's room was the last one. The door was always closed. No one was ever allowed in. He slept on the couch more than his own bed.

The second Y/n pushed her bedroom door open she saw Leonardo standing at the foot of her bed. Patiently waiting for her.

Y/n's gaze hardened, but she said nothing. She kicked the door shut behind her and walked past him to her desk. She needed to do something. Anything. She just needed to keep busy. So she started to organize her college assingments.

Leo remained quiet, simply watching her. After a few minutes of Y/n shuffling papers and slamming drawers he opened his mouth. "Y/n."

"Don't." She snapped, tensing at the sound of his voice.

"You don't even know what I'm going to say..." He breathed, blue; blue eyes glued to her. Scared that if he looked away she would crack and break into a million pieces.

"I don't want you to say anything." She mumbled, voice strained. Her movements had seized. She simply stood there, back facing him. Honestly she was afraid that if she turned and caught sight of his ocean colored eyes, she'd burst.

The room grew quiet again. Y/n knew he was looking at her. She could feel his intense gaze plastered to her back. Studying every small movement she made. The light tremble of her hands. The slight shaking of her shoulders. The wobbling of her knees. Y/n tried to hold herself together. Keep the tears at bay. It was a fools wish.

She could feel his presence. Feel him walking closer. Till he was just a few meesly inches away from her. Leo was so close she knew if she took the tiniest of steps backward his chest would connect with her back. His hand grazed her arm and she broke the silence with a sharp inhale.

And she crumbled.

Tears blurred her vision as she gasped out a shuddering sob. A sob that shook her entire body. One that stole the breath from her lungs and broke her heart into millions of microscopic pieces. She collapsed against him and he held her tightly against his plastron. Strong arms hooking around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

Leonardo said nothing as she cried. It wasn't the first time she cried in his arms. And it most certainly wouldn't be the last.

Nothing was said or done. Neither of them moved. He just held her tight as she let out everything she had been holding in. By the time her cries had quieted, and tears dried on her skin. The sun had started to set. Basking the room in its warm fading glow through the window. Painting the two of them in a lovely array of yellows, oranges, and pinks.

Leo slowly turned Y/n around. Even when she was crying, she was utterly beautiful. Achingly so. He placed his hand under her chin and slowly tilted her red face upwards. Her e/c dewy eyes met his own. There was no longer a wall between them. He had managed to break it down in a matter of seconds. And now, all her pain was visible to him in her eyes.

There was a reason they say eyes are the windows to the soul.

Leo had built his own wall. One he kept up at all times. Around everyone. Everyone except her.

No words needed to be expressed between either of them. They already knew exactly how the other was feeling. With one simple glance. That's all it took. All it ever took.

Leonardo leaned down instinctevly, slowly and cautiously. Waiting and watching to see if she would pull away. Y/n never did. Instead, she slowly and hesitantly moved closer. That's when their lips connected.

A soft and deseperate kiss was shared. He held her face delicately, as if she would crumble into dust in his arms. Y/n clutched at him desperately, afraid he'd see how truly broken and damaged she was and pull away. Leo wasn't going anywhere. Something he told her with his lips as he peppered her skin with kisses. And when he reached her mouth again, he kissed her hard. He poured his soul into her. She drank him up.

As they parted for air. Y/n gasping for a whole other reason. He grabbed her hand and pressed a few more tender kisses to her knuckles. Eyes locked. Chests heaving. Hearts pounding.

Their souls danced the same.

"You don't have to hide around me. There's no need to barricade your feelings anymore." Leo whispered, brushing his thumb against the back of her hand. "You can show me the darkest and scariest parts of yourself. I'm not going anywhere."

A few more tears slid down her tender red cheeks. They caught the light of the sun and shone like tiny falling stars. He brushed them away with his lips.

"Even if I'm destined to crumble into nothing?" Y/n breathed, placing her hand on his chest. Fingertips tracing the markings engraved into his plastron from years of battle and training.

"Even if you're destined to crumble into nothing." Leo whispered, pressing a loving kiss to each rosey cheek. "I'll always be here. Right here. In your arms, where I belong."

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trash-gobby · 4 years ago

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How about a little NFSW with Brahms, maybe the reader has tried to leave the house to buy something and Brahms didn't take it well and will use all his weapons to stop the reader from leaving....

(Gone Sexual 😉 someone please stop me with these titles)

Word Count: 1.2K

Pairings: Brahms X GN!Reader

Characters: Brahms Heelshire, Reader

A/N: Heeeeyyy! Here is your Brahms NSFW fic. In fact my first proper mini-fic that NSFW (not including headcanons in this obvs). Also this is PWP so there isn't much build up to the "action" that takes place. Hopefully this is alright. It's also my first time writing smut for the internet to see, so I have no idea whether this is gonna be very good or not. I'd really appreciate any constructive criticism if there are moments that seem to OOC or inaccurate, as I am still learning and doing reading on how to improve my writing! I feel a little unsure of my own writing, if it's too boring and stuff so I hope y'all still like it anyway.

RATING: R 18+

Reader Pronouns = they/them

⚠️This is an 18+ post because of the NSFW!!! That means I DON’T encourage anyone who interacts with NSFW content who is underage. I’ve talked to other people who’ve been long time content creators and users of this website and I’ve come to the conclusion that I am not your parent and can’t control what content you consume. IF YOU SAY YOUR UNDERAGE IN YOUR PROFILE OR HAVE AN AGE UNDER 18 I WILL BLOCK YOU! Just consume responsibly, and know your limits. And If your a minor please DNI

Detailed warnings under the cut

Warnings!: hand job, hair pulling, dry humping, choking

It wasn't up for debate. You needed to go out and get some drain cleaner. It was the only way you were going to fix this particular problem with the drainage system in the bathroom. However, that meant that you were going to have to actually leave the house, and that was a whole other matter all together. Your gonna have to go through Brahms to do it, and you know you'll have to deal with a tantrum.

He sits on the floor in the living room tuning his violin when you enter into the doorway. Looking up, he places the violin down into its case and rises to meet you.

"So... Brahms, I know we've talked about the rules before," at your mention of them he cocks his head to the side almost in confusion, but the body language he gives is tense and ready for you to say something he doesn't like.

"I know I'm not supposed to leave you, but I really need to get drain cleaner and I can't get someone from the grocery store to pick it up a bring it here on such short notice," Immediately he takes several steps forward grabbing your shoulders hard enough that it hurts. Your going to have bruises later.

"Brahms I have to go," You manage to jerk yourself from his grasp and turn to leave, beginning to walk to the doorway.

"I'll get you something from the sweets shop on my way back, but this is important." Before you could even make it to the doorway you felt Brahms long limbs wrap around your waist and his body leaning into yours.

"No, stay," he said in his childish playful voice, leaning his head on your shoulder, the scruffy hair of his beard brushing against your neck.

"Brahms," you sighed, rolling your eyes and trying to unfold his arms from around you. This action only made him hold tighter, drawing you closer to him.

"Stay," This time his words weren't as soft or childish, but deeper and more serious. The cold porcelain of his mask nuzzling into your neck, causing a shiver to run up your spine. You were now in a precarious position. One where Brahms was either going to throw a tantrum of glom to you until you'd change your mind and give up. But this was not gonna be like all the other times. This time you were going to stand your ground.

"Brahms I have to do this please. If I don't fix this it will cause lots of problems for you and me later, and don't you want some candy? You love-"

Your words were taken from your lips as your felt Brahms hands ghost over a sensitive spot on your stomach.

"Brahms," you said with a slightly more stern voice, though the fight was starting to wane out of it.

"Y/N," there was an edge of something primal and desperate in Brahms voice as he brings one of his other hands to run it over your hair, then slowly cups your face. His fingers trace the line of your jaw line, lower and lower, until his hand found its way to your neck.

"I can make you stay?" It was asked as a question, almost like permission for him to continue whatever it was he was doing, though you were pretty sure you had an idea. As much as you wanted to get that damn drain cleaner, your body and mind were betraying you. Your mind focusing on every feather-light touch, and your face heating up, flushed.

Fuck it.

"Only if you can convince me. So, convince me," you whispered, placing one of your hands into Brahms black curls and pulling his ear to your lips, nipping lightly at it.

Your words seem to have an effect on him and you feel Brahms take a sharp intake of air. He tightens his hand resting around your throat, not so much that you can’t breathe, but enough that you know it’s gonna leave a bruise in the morning. His other wandering hand makes its way slowly down to your abdomen, dancing softly over your hypersensitive skin.

The heat of your arousal was prominent, as you felt yourself becoming aware in your most intimate places of every soft touch Brahms gave you. He was clearly also just as aware, for as he reached the waistband of your pants he hesitated.

"More?" he said, voice husky and whispered in your ear.

"I don't know why you stopped," you playfully snapped back playfully.

His grip on your throat tightens enough to silence you as his other hand makes its way lower, until you are overwhelmed by the sensation of his hand so close, yet not close enough. His teasing, playing just outside the area of finally giving you what you desire was only making you more excited.

You could also feel that you were not the only one eager to get things underway. Brahms body pressed up against yours, you could feel his throbbing cock pressing against you through both your clothes.

His hand eventually found its way to your sex, starting his ministrations slowly at first, making you whine deep in your throat. It felt so good to feel him on you, giving you this level of affection. Every touch sent sparks through your body, making you moan even louder.

Brahms responded with a sound of his own guttural sound, almost between a growl and a whimper, rubbing up against you from behind, creating friction between his hard cock and your body.

His strokes began to become more close together, in between your thighs, underwear wet, dripping with arousal. You could feel yourself quickly coming undone with every quick intake of breath, pressing yourself into his hand to create more of that sweet pressure on your sex.

"Please," you hissed as your climax edged closer and closer. Brahms responding by gripping your throat harder and really laying into the most sensitive spot which he knew drove you crazy every time. Your fingers found themselves winding through his coal black locks again pulling hard.

The wet sounds of flesh on flesh emanated from the living room along with your loud moan of his name as he brought you to the edge. All you could focus on was the overwhelming pleasure and that it was all coming from Brahms.

Your last thought before the dam of your mental and physical climax, was how this was all for you, to keep you here, and he'd definitely done a fantastic job of convincing you to stay.

The force of your orgasm made your knees almost buckle, shaking while being supported by his hands.

As your mind cleared from the haze of post-coital bliss, you detangled yourself from Brahms searching hands. He was breathing heavy and still hard as a rock.

Turning to face him, you licked your lips before placing your hand firmly on his chest, backing him onto the couch, crouching between his open legs as he sat heavily on its plush surface.

Brahms looked down at you heavily lidded eyes behind his mask capturing your every move.

"I can get the grocery people to deliver the drain cleaner with the rest of the groceries next week," you smiled.

#brahms x reader #horror fandom #slasher fandom #slasher fan #horror #slashers #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms smut #brahms x you #the boy 2016 #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #the boy #trash-gobby requests #minors dni #trash gobby requests

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ink-on-the-brink · 3 years ago

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Tips for writing accents

I made a list for these a while ago but I had to update a bunch of stuff recently so I thought I'd post it.

Accents below are: southern, Scottish, German, French, Russian, Boston and Australian

Note: these tips are only found through my personal expirence and research (which is always fairly limited) so if anything's weird I apologize

Southern accent

When writing anything ending in ing ALWAYS remove the g and replace it with a '

Ex: I was sitin' watchin' my game.

Replace to (not too or two) with ta

Ex: "Trying ta work is hard. Too hard"

When they have a strong accent, replace long I's with 'Ah'

Ex: "Ah was silent and Ah hated mah life"

Note: try not to change long I's in the middle of words (such as silent). Even if it is how it sounds in real life it just makes it too hard to read

Exception: You can change the long I sound in the middle of a word if it is a name.

Contractions everywhere. Ain't, can't, don't, all of them. Use them all. Use them when you're not supposed to! Such as with its, of and than. Instead of its write s' infront of a word, insted of of write 'a at the end of a word and instead of than write 'n at the end of a wod.

Ex: "s'rather nice outside'a town. Rather stay here'n inside"

Exception: any word ending with an a can be left alone when it comes to adding 'a at the end. So so you don't have to put kinda'a. You can just leave it as kinda. Same with 'n and words like than.

Dad is called pa and mom is usually maw

Ex: "mah maw and pa are at home right now"

Replace you with ya

Ex: "ya seem to be havin' trouble"

A southern accent is rather lazy, but not written in stone. Usually when a charecter gets upset their accent might get stronger but in the case of a southern accent it actually tends to get a bit weaker. The points it gets weakest at are wherever you have them speaking with the most emphasis.

Ex: 'ya are the lowest'a the low' would change to 'you are the lowest of the low'

Exception: ALWAYS follow the ing rule. Always. No matter what.

Howdy and Y'all are still very much used all the time. Y'all is how to address any group of two or more people and howdy is how to say hi 87% of the time.

Terms of endearment are used rather flipently. Sweetheart, darling, bo, partner, you get it. So unless they're being serious(and sometimes even then), it's good to use these terms. Also southerners use these terms even when they're being mean. Sweetheart (derogatory)

Any time you're making comparisons or exaggerations use stranger terms that stay with a southern theme.

Note: exaggerations tend to be turned into comparisons.

Ex: 'Thats thing's huge!" And 'That looks like crap'

turn to

'That thing's bigger'n a tornado in a cornfield!' And 'That looks worse'n a chicken in a fox house'

Scottish

Mom and dad are maw and da

Write me instead of my

'me da was a great man'

Instead of you write ye (for emphasis) or yeh (when relaxed). Also write yer instead of your.

Ex: "yeh've never seen me hair before?" Or "ye better keep yer damn trap shut boyo"

Follows the same ing rule as a sothern accent. Always get rid of the g and replace it with '

Ex: "We were drawing, writing and singing"

turns to

"We were drawin', writin' and singin'"

Men are lads and woman are lasses

"The lads and lasses are dancin'"

Little turns to wee

Ex: "she was a wee lass" or "just a wee bit more"

When you have anything with a 't contraction, keep the from half of the word and replace the 't with nnae

Ex: "can't, don't and isn't" turn into "cannae, donnae and isnnae"

Note: 'going to' also applied to this rule as gonnae

When ow is at the end of a sentence and it makes and oh sound, replace it with a.

Ex: "window, elbow and arrow" turn into "winda, elba and arra"

And, of course, there are a lot of random Scottish words and specific expression. The one's I have I'll list here, but I'm sure there is a LOT more.

Yer bums out the winda - you're not making sense

Backy - smoke, tobacco

Ball bag - insult

Bonnie - lovely, beautiful, sweet

Balloon - idiot

Bairn - child

Boggin - dirty

Crabbit - grumpy

Daftie - light insult

Bowfing - heavy insult, ugly

Steamin - drunk

Mink - gross person

Numpty - idiot (light insult)

Skelp - to hit lightly

German

W sounds are replaced with v sounds

Ex: "we are one team" turns to "ve are vone team"

Th sounds are replaced by z sounda

Ex: "that thing over there" turns to "zat zing over zere"

When at the beginning of a word, s sounds turn to sh sounds

Ex: "seashells are super small" turns to "sheashells are shuper shmall"

Y sounds turn to J sounds

Ex: "you know you like New York" turns to "jou know jou like New Jork"

French

Again Th sounds turn to z sounds

Ex: "that thing over there" turns to "zat zing over zere"

H sounds are silent and thus are replaced with '

Ex: "her hair is highlighted" turn to "'er 'air is 'ighlighted"

Note: there are still h's in the sentence but they are already silent so you shouldn't remove them.

Russian

Small i sounds should be replaced by an ee sound

Ex: "the little man had kittens and kicks" turns to "the leetle man had keetens and keecks"

Similar to a German accent, the w sounds are replaced by v sounds

Ex: "we are one team" turns to "ve are vone team"

Boston accent

Th sounds are replaced by d sounds

Ex: "that thing over there" turns to "dat ding over dere"

Another repeat of the ing rule, however this can be ignored liberally. So you can use it all the time, none of the time or only half the time and it still remains the same.

Ex: "We were drawin', writin' and singin'"

Another use of lot of contractions, however you don't want to make any new ones up here. Just use them whenever there's a chance to.

Ex:"I will not, but why can I not?" Turns to "I won't but why can't I?"

Australian

An Australian accent is mostly just slang words so if you're trying to write this I suggest you just look up a bunch of those words and use them. However I still have a few basic rules.

Long I sounds are replaced with oi.

Ex: "I think nice people are liars" turns to "Oi think noice people are loiars"

Note: when it comes to y's that make a long I sound, just put an o in front of the y

Ex: "why is it my time to cry" turns to "whoy is it moy toime ta croy"

Replace to (not too or two) with ta

Ex: "Troying ta work is hard. Too hard"

The ing rule is back. Replace that g with a '. And again, it can be used liberally. Sometimes, all the time or none of the time. Just depending on how thick the accent is.

Ex: "We were drawin', wroitin' and singin'"

And that's it! I hope this was able to help a few of you since having it all written down most defiantly helps me.

#writing #writing tips #accents #tf2

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kiridarling · 4 years ago

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

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