#Thank you so much for the asks Nini

[domsaysstuff]

hi dom dom ^^

for the song ask, what about v and l??

NINI, THE ABSOLUTE TREASURE OF THIS PLANET, HI 💞💕🥰

Aaaaaah two letters!!! Okay let's start with

V

Vivienne Westwood :* by Bedoes and Lanek, I'm a polish slut and I love a good fucking beat, first of all - the song jas very much KP Porsche energy in a way it is definitely about him because Porsche simply is that girl 💅🏻, but aaahh it's just sick, I love Bedi he is one of my guilty pleasure patorapers hahaha

Valerie by TV Girl, it's fun, it's perfect for autumn in my opinion, it sounds nice, i like dancing around to it and walks with my dog while this plays on ny headphones are always fun

Vegas by Doja Cat, miss Doja please step on me? This songs just fucking slaps, like have you heard it? Slut certified, I fucking love the energy

Vanilla Curls bt Teddy Hyde, cutesy love song, It's adorable, it's nice, it's all the light-hearted pinning and shit

Valentine by Luna Delirious, call me a possessive slut and slap me with the feels, oh my god her voice??? The way this song just fucking lures you in? It's so good aaaaahhhhh!!!!

So that's it for V now,

I

I will by Mitski, this is very much yearning and just slap me with feels, I love Mitski (doesn't everybody?) and gosh I will is the ultimate yearning song for me

I don't smoke by Mitski, listen, this song? This song just fucking breaks me open and belting it at the top of my lungs is like therapy for me

Ikea by Mata, it's fun, it's Mata and I fucking love Mata, it's what I wish for, like I will definitely play this when I finally move out of my parents house and will have a place of my own just to celebrate, it's like my feel-good song oftentimes lmao

I'd have to think about it by Leith Ross, oh my god I fucking love this song, it's enough that Ross' voice is absolutely angelic but just the feeling of always loving someone and leaving a space for them in your life?? The toxicity of leaving everything you build already for this one person and being sure that you will love them more than you will ever love anybody?? I am *screams*, also just a comfort song hahahha

I Can't Love You This Much by Montell Fish, SO THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABLUT WHEN I SAY MONTELL IS AN ULTIMATE SAD BOY, GOD HIS SONGS JUST HIT HARD, they are so short and like simple but also so to the point and emotional and his voice, HIS VOICE, god someone kill me

That concludes the two lists!!!

Give me a letter and I'll give you 5 songs 💕

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

✨🦀✨

Make me write!! 7 sentences for you!! nsfw-ish

“I’m so fucking hungry I could eat the stage,” Nini complains, squatting to place her phone back in her bag to give herself an excuse to move away from Satine again. “I can think of something slightly more appetizing if you’re interested,” Satine offers with a wink, the corner of her mouth twitching as she barely represses a grin. Nini rolls her eyes to hide her real reaction to Satine’s offer. “You’re such a slut.” “Like you’re any better.” “I am better.” “Not in bed.” “And you’d know that how, exactly?” Nini questions her with a raised eyebrow.

[00vk]

how do you nail the enstars style so well... what are your ways... (only if you want to ofc im just curious if you have any tips)

hi!!

i dont know if i have anything that could be helpful, but heres my process!

first, i get the pose down

i either use a picture of myself as reference or a persons pose from pinterest ( i used multiple references for this one)

lineart:

i make the canvas huge, so i dont stress too much abt the lineart being clean enough

i heavily reference official cards, especially 3* because they have less angles and dynamic posing than 5*

i try to make it thinner and cleaner than my usual style but not too thin

outer lines are thicker than inner ones if that makes sense

i make it a dark brown instead of pure black and set it on multiply instead of normal

edges of the eyelashes are redder and softer, blush lines are always a subtle pink/peach shade

sometimes i make a second cleaner sketch before jumping to lineart, depends on how confident im feeling though

then the flats, pretty straightforward step

rendering:

i try to replicate the rendering on official cards as much as possible by keeping the references in front of me and color picking

i always make the contrast between shaded and non-shaded areas higher than im comfortable with usually because its what often makes the pieces pop (to me) and i make sure to add reflected light

i use gradients a lot, especially for hair

i make the lineart lighter in areas where the light is hitting like this

what i generally do for the eyes:

another tip is that i duplicate the lineart layer, make that duplicate into the "add" layer mode and glaussian blur it to give that lineart glow effect you find in cards:

i also noticed this is how nails tend to be drawn and i kind of adopted that into my own artstyle because i love how it looks:

-lastly for the background, i used the ingame dressing room as a reference, did some blocks of color to express it and blurred it so i dont have to bother with any details because im lazy <33

-i lastly added some sparkles and stipples and a white blur around the edges to make it look more finished.

thats pretty much it! ofc take all of this with a grain of salt because im no expert HAHA this is just what i learned works from trying my hand at fake cards over and over again, so its practice too <3 i hope this was somehow helpful!!

[teawithaphd]

mood — for the single-word drive!

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56845828

It wasn’t the first night G’raha has spent sitting alone by the campfire, pouring over documents long after the rest of the Ironworks crew had retired for the night.

The gnats from the lake always start buzzing in his ear around this hour, reminding him that he really should invest in some bug spray.

Is that even something they still make, now that bugs are the least of their problems when facing the aftermath of a Calamity?

When G’raha had sealed himself in the tower, he hadn’t thought of what he’d wake up to, if he would even wake at all. He had done what he was destined to, and had played his part. But there is simply no rest for the wicked, and there is much and more for him to do.

Finding a way to undo that Calamity happens to be one of them. As impossible of a feat as that seems to be.

A gust of wind blows in his direction, pushing several papers away from the pile on his lap and onto the ground.

It continues blowing against him, with no less remorse as G’raha rushes to pick the papers up. The thunder beginning to roll in advises him to turn in for the night soon before any rain follows.

But one of the papers that have landed among the stones catches his eye.

A portrait, he finds, different from the journal entries and documents he’s been digging through all night.

He may not be particularly knowledgeable in the arts, but he can tell that the piece was made in charcoal, judging from the smudges of black now on his hands.

And though the drawing is slightly faded, age has not completely erased the incredible detail the artist has put into it. There was a delicate care that was put into each and every stroke, as if the person who drew the piece was desperately trying to capture a memory he could not afford to forget. If only G’raha had spent some time training in the arts rather than pouring all his focus into his books, then mayhap he could have captured a few memories himself.

But he didn’t grab the page to wallow in regret.

A miqo’te woman stares back at him from the drawing, intensity in one shadowed gaze. Where her other eye would remain covered by an eyepatch, while dark hair falls wildly on her pale shoulders.

Perhaps if the sketch were done in color, he might take a guess at who this mysterious woman could be.

A soldier? A hero?

The intensity in her gaze tells as much, but G’raha senses a weariness from the woman in the picture as well, as if she’s fighting back at a world who’s put such a weight on her shoulders.

What could have burdened her so?

Perhaps the Calamity, but G’raha gets the feeling that there’s more to it than that. And though it is inapt for a scholar to make assumptions with no solid evidence to back it up, tis just what he thinks is the truth.

He’s reminded of the last person he saw before he sealed himself in the Tower— the look she gave him when she finally realized that there was nothing she could do to stop him. He saw a weight there that he had not noticed before, as if his loss would not be the first she’s experienced—

No, it can’t be.

He’s gone through every document the Ironworks had that could give him insight on the life she’s lived since he slept.

Twas the first thing he did when he discovered when he woke, and her inevitable end before then.

He pushes down the bitter taste that’s made its way to the back of his throat.

Despite the woman in the painting not being her, he still gets the urge to learn more of her…to learn what ails her, and to do what he was never able to do when he was far too absorbed in finding the truth of his lineage instead of helping the friend who needed him the most.

Share her burdens.

“Hey new blood, looking through that pile again—Oh, what’s this?”

G’raha was so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn’t even realized the Ironworks crew member who had slipped behind him.

What was his name again….Jesse, right?

“Twelve preserve, I thought I lost that one!” The hyur exclaims, “I’ve been looking for it for for weeks! Thought we lost it on our way back from Ishgard, but by some miracle it now lies in your hands.”

“What is it?” asks G’raha, now even more curious about the drawing.

Jesse beams. “Believe it or not, twas a sketch made by one Alphinaud Leveilleur of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. A royal pain in the arse that one was to get a hold of…had to pay a whole week’s ration for it. And stave off a whole hoard of hippogryphs on my way back to camp—oh, but don’t tell the chief about that!”

G’raha’s eyes widen. The Alphinaud Leveilleur? Who started the Crystal Braves and traveled so closely to Panne—

If that’s the case, then that means…

“Would you look at that—looks like there’s some writing there I hadn’t noticed till now. Can you read that?”

G’raha scans the page once again, finding the source of Jesse’s observation near the bottom of the sketch.

The charcoal there is smudged, but if he looks closely he can read something there:

Our dearest Warrior

[userwoodz-archive]

hey nini <3 sending u so much love right now !! txt for the ask game hehe

omg i sent you txt too !!!!! our minds!!!! <3 okay let’s see!!

✦ my first bias

okay so i don’t really pick biases? i have like two actual biases the rest are just equally loved by me. but for txt uhm it’s been a bit so i don’t really remember but i think that the first one that really caught my eye was soob? or maybe jun? i have terrible memory i’m sorry ashdhdj

✦ my current bias(es)

they have now all upgraded to: my kids. so all of them!!

✦ my album and/or era ranking (or favorite of each)

they’ve released so much so i’ll pick like my fave album from each era agajshdhs

the dream chapter: eternity ranking: drama > can’t you see me > maze in the mirror > puma > fairy of shampoo > eternally

minisode: thursday’s child ranking: trust fund baby > good boy gone bad > opening sequence > thursday’s child has far to go > lonely boy

chaos chapter: fight or escape ranking (top five): 0X1=LOVESONG > LO$ER=LOVER > anti-romantic > no rules > ice cream

wait and!!! temptation!!!! listened to it today and literally obsessed !! ranking: devil by the window > sugar rush ride > farewell, neverland > happy fools/tinnitus (this says nothing btw i am in love with this album truly <3

also here’s sort of an era ranking: temptation > fight or escape/freeze > thursday’s child > blue hour/star > eternity/magic (i am not sure about this at all ashdhdjfjf)

✦ how i got into them

i feel like their debut was a bit of a thing because ofc they’re bangtan’s juniors and so i heard of them and i think i just listened to crown and was like omg this is so fun and i thought they were adorable beans! and so since then i’ve kept up with their releases etc and now they are my beans <3

✦ which member would be my best friend

okay so ngl i’m the annoying type to treat anyone younger than me as my child. and they’re all younger so ahsjdkfkf but !!! if we look past age. probs soob because i feel like he is me. or taehyun? i feel like i’d match his vibe well!

✦ something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member)

long song titles ahsjdkf. laughter (because they are hilarious) beauty? in the dream-like, majestic/fantastical way. range (because i feel like they could honestly do anything). and the color blue! like a light baby blue. and a dark forest green! also i like to call them my fake emo kids so yeah ashdhdjfjf

send me a kpop group and i’ll answer <3

[livelaughlovesubs]

hello! I hope you write for Neuvillette! For the event, could I ask for fitting him with a collar and presenting him as a trophy? Thank you sm! <3

also please don’t stress yourself nini! Drink water, get proper rest, and make sure to take breaks! 🫶

(P.S, can I be 🍡 anon? If not that’s okay! ^v^)

Heee! Welcome 🍡 anon! Ofc our neuvi is okay :] and I looove the trophy prompt for some reason

Dom!reader x sub!neuvi - reader is gn

Warning: public humiliation, hair pulling, objectification, collaring

Anniversary event

A celebration in name of the new ruler of fontain has been organised. For the people to acknowledge him, to respect and worship him, and for him to come out as the one on top. It was a very important event, one that could be compared to the coronation of a new king. That’s why there’s a ball at the break of dawn, to showcase the authority of the chef justice - at least, that’s what was meant to happen.

The moment he entered the gigantic room - filled with people in fancy clothing chatting to their hearts content - every whisper disappeared, complete silence broke out under the sheer anticipation of meeting him. Many of them even held their breath, focusing on the only thing breaking the silence, the sound of footsteps. All eyes were on him, and on you, his escort. The music even stopped as the musicians couldn’t help but gawk. Though soon the smiles changed into shocked gasps, before quiet mumbling filled the atmosphere of the halls again.

You walked in front of Neuvillette, confidently, a big pleasant smile on your face. You had to show the world your chocolate side after all. Neuvi followed close behind, eyes as sharp as ever, not paying much attention to anyone other than you. His cold demeanour wasn’t anything new, but- he was wearing a collar.

Some were frowning at the sight, while others were still in pure disbelief. Your smile didn’t falter at their reaction, in contrary, you turned around and gestured with your hand for him to come closer. And so he did, obeying your command all obediently. Then you yanked on the very collar all the other guests were staring at, making him bend a little before you whispered, “they are all staring at you, feeling exited yet?”

Your little hydro dragon didn’t answer, he didn’t show much of a reaction other than the rosy blush that has begun tainting his cheeks. You sneered, a satisfied and proud look as you let go of him. A waiter came moments later, carrying a tray full with glasses of champagne. You took a glass out of curtesy, and sipped on it, then handed it to your sweet boytoy. He took it without questioning it.

It didn’t take long until the shock of the people died down, and the bolder ones dared to get closer, in hopes of building a relationship with the new ruler of fontain. A man approached you, trying to strike a conversation, “what a grandiose ball this is, fontain will be thriving in the future, all thanks to the chief justice.” The man in front of you said, smiling, a calculated expression. You recognised him, he was one of the rather big merchants.

“Indeed, I would expect no less from my most priced possession.” You chuckled as you cupped Neuvillette’s face with one hand, not breaking eye contact with the merchant. “You are proud to belong to me, ain’t I right, neuvi?” He didn’t answer you with words, instead, he nuzzled his face into your palm, finding comfort in the heat radiating through your glove. The merchant laughed uncomfortable, his facade failing him as he tried to not stare.

Then, to everyone’s surprise, you grabbed him by his hair and made him kneel down. He didn’t resist one bit, allowing you to manhandle him, shuddering at this humiliating act. “Neuvillette. When I ask you a question, what must you do?” Your voice became rougher, more demanding, and he gazed up at you from his sitting position. “…use my voice. Forgive me, I’ll do better next time.” The male said, almost whining, the blush darkened and he clenched the glass in his hands.

At this point, needless to say you were the center of attention. You, who can treat their new ‘archon’ like an object.

How scandalous it was… seeing him acting this shameless in public. The whispers only got louder, yet the two of you didn’t seem to care. As if both of you were in your own world. “Good boy.” Your gaze softened, now cupping his face with one hand, the other one caressing the dark blue collar around him. A prideful yet scary grin as you made a statement, “There’s a reason you are my prettiest trophy.”

[choppeddreamworm]

hi! i was wondering if you could do young!hook x gn!reader dating hcs? thank you!

Of course love! I’ve never written Headcannons so I hope this lives up to your expectations <3

- nini 𓄿

Dating Young Hook headcannons SFW

Pairings: hook x Gn! reader

Warnings: none

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That man did not leave you alone when he started realizing he had feelings for you

He tried to pretend like you ignoring his advancements didn’t hurt

He hits a sexy pose against the wall you were leaning against. “lass do you have a compass by chance?” You reluctantly answer with a hesitant look in your face, “…no?”. His lips stretch up in a grin his gaze trailing from your chin up to your orbs as he inched closer to you, “‘cause I’m lost in your eyes”

Boooo 🍅

He was convinced his pirate pick up lines would work on you (far from it)

Even after you started dating he didn’t waste an opportunity to use them thinking he had some amazing charm

It eventually started working on you because after all it was cute your little pirate still trying to impress you

Please call him James

it drives him feral cause it feels more intimate

PET NAMESSSS?!

Love, darling, sweetheart, angel, prince/princess, my little duckling (stole that from Harry hook)

He loves possession going both ways

like how he addresses himself

Your pirate, your captain, your villainous boyfriend

YOURS YOURS YOURS

This bleeds onto needing to have at least a hand around you at all times

Loves having both hands, hook and everything on your waist

his head on your shoulder being the cherry on top

He isn’t super big on other parts of PDA but will show it in its entirety when he feels threatened

Jealous! Hook

Even if he’s a very confident man and knows his worth he gets easily defensive

That person over there was staring at you?

He’ll want to Gauge their eyes out with his hook

You’ll make him realize he’s insane though dw! No harm will come to them unless you ask of it from him

HE IS THE IT GURRRLLL

don’t try to outshine him in the relationship he’ll always eat with his outfits and one up you every time effortlessly

You have a pretty boyfriend and you should appreciate that

Always checking his appearance on the reflection of his hook

Apart from his looks going to his head he always bloats about his amazing pirate adventures

He over exaggerates too much in an attempt to impress you that your convinced most of his stories are fake

You don’t tell him that though

Him gossiping is the besssstttt

The way he drops lore on any person you don’t like is crazy

You’ll spend hours talking smack about anyone at Merlin Academy

He’s sassy 100%

Snarky clap backs if you try making fun of him

But he is also the most romantic person you’ll ever meet

Him being a gentleman compensates for his sassines

Convinced he’d always bring you flowers whenever coming across them in the forest or on school grounds

Administration probably knows him as the flower bandit by now fr

He loves roses 🌹

You’re always on his mind and he never passes up an opportunity to show you that

Adds a little note to the flowers he leaves in your room

Tries to make his writing so fancy it becomes unreadable but you can always inquiry another person to help

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[lady-ashfade]

Hello Darling, I was wondering if I could get Kaz thing were him and reader have know each other for ages and like with Jordie and she is the old person Kaz is kinds ok with touching, so one day when a heist goes wrong and Y/N gets hurt and Kaz is like freaking out thinking she's going to die and stuff and its like super fluffy and and like Y/N heals and Kazoo like doesn't leave her side

If you could do this it would be amazing

I’m right here.

Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader

Hope I did this okay! Thanks for the request 🌸

Notes: This is short and fluffy. I also can’t do good aid or this type of thing so I hope it’s okay!

Warning: Pain to comfort, a little angst, blood, crying in pain, bad writing for sure, spelling mistakes probably.

The group rushed through the door almost breaking it off the hinges. “Get her upstairs.” Kaz shouted as Matthias held you in his arms, Nina by his side focusing on your heartbeat. Inej went to the kitchen where you kept your towels and collected everything.

You blood stained Matthias shirt and your eyes flutter, a groan or a whimper leaving your lips a few times. As soon as they got to the top floor of your home they rushed to the bedroom. “On the bed.” Nina fixed the pillows and the sheets, then patted the mattress. Matthias nodded his head and put you down carefully and tried not to give your extra pain.

Wylan almost sobbed at the sight of your arm falling and going limp. You knew who he was, who was his father and you never shamed him for it. He loved you and cared deeply, you were his best friend. Wylan turned away and into Jesper arms, who took him into his arms quickly. “Is she going to be okay?” He asked and kaz shot him a glare that he couldn’t see.

“Yes, now everyone out except Inej.” Nina’s hand tugged at your bloody shirt and they all went out quickly. Kaz stood still and looked at you, “Kaz, she’ll be fine.” Inej rushed passed passed him with her arms full and went by Nini. “I’m staying.” They didn’t have time to fight with him, but they knew even if they did he would stay.

They had no choice but pull your shirt off and leaving you in the thin layer on your chest. Kaz hated seeing your face curl into pain as they cleaned the wound. “Jordie” he remembered the small boy with a body underneath him, shaking it as he cried for his brother. He got light headed and sat down in the chair. Was he going to lose you too? Shaking his head at the thought because he wouldn’t allow that.

A scream cut him out of his thoughts, you opening your eyes as the needle pressed into your skin. “Stop! Please.” You cried at the pain in your side. Nina apologized as she teared up and Inej looked up at you guilty. “Kaz!” You looked up at him and he felt his entire body move on its own and he was by your side within seconds. “Make it stop!” You cried.

He took your hand in his and gave it a small squeeze, “You can handle it.” He stated and you shook your head. A whimper came out as the needle went back, “Can’t.” He leaned closer and rubbed circles on your hand. “You can, I’m right here.” You looked back at him and the pain became too much for you to handle, along with the blood that you lost, or the shock you felt.

Kaz watched your eyes fell closed and your hand losing its grip. He panicked and looked back at your chest and saw it go up and down. “I’m right here.” He whispered. Kaz held your hand the whole time and stayed by your side, even when it was all done. He refused to leave your side, if something happened while he was away he couldn’t live with himself.

Everyone came and stayed for a while, he was there. When everyone left to sleep he stayed there, Nina and Matthias stayed in the other room. Days passed and he was still in the room by your side. He hated the feelings of lose as if the old friend visited him again to take someone else. You couldn’t leave him, he needed you in his life. The light of his life and the feeling of comfort he so rarely felt was only with you.

Kaz sat in the chair beside your bed and his head leaned on the wall behind him with his eyes closed. You stirred yourself awake and took a moment to remember everything. You look around the familiar room and then down at the pain in your side. A bandage wrapped around your side and only in a bra. “Damn.” You cursed and put your head back.

A small snore caught you by surprise and you looked to the side and saw Kaz asleep. He looked calmer then normal but he still had a snarl on his face, it made you laugh a bit. As much as you could without hurting your side. “Kazzel.” You poked his leg. It took a moment and then shot up and it startled you a bit. He looked panicked and then looked down at you, he looked terrified.

“I’m okay.” You whispered with smiled. Kaz blinked as he saw you up and talking. “Y/n.” He pushed up and moved closer to and leaned down the bed. “Kaz, how long have you been here?” He swallowed. “As long as you have been out, you scared the others.” His hand came up to your cheek and softly moved his fingers on the skin.

“I’m not going that easy.” Smirked up at him. He looked at you and his eyes softened. Leaning himself down he pressed his lips against yours and kissed you softly. He was so afraid he would never get to do that again, or to have you in his arms or seen you smile. You took your hand and put it on his chest to remind him that you were still here.

“Good, because I don’t plan on losing you. You’ll stay with me, even if I have to bring you back to life myself.” He whispered against your lips and put his forehead on yours. And he was true, if he had to drag you out of deaths claws he would do it. He’d fight the saints himself to have you stay with him.

“You’re stuck with me, Kaz Brekker.” You teased and connected your lips with his again.

[modanisgf]

036. ONE MORE LAST TIME (WRITTEN)

wc: <1k

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you and hanni spent what felt like forever together, eating and talking. the date being nothing less than perfect, something the two of you needed after all that had happened.

hanni was mesmerized by you, your eyes stood out to her the most. they always managed to light up whenever she would talk to you, making her smile. hanni loved you so much, she was so happy to finally be yours.

as the sun began to set, the two of you finally packed up everything. choosing to walk together hand in hand, hats on both of your heads shielding your faces from the world. though you wished you could see hanni’s face, you had missed her smile deeply the sight always making you happy.

you two walked peacefully together towards your house, deciding that hanni would stay over for the night.

“hanni, thank you for today.” you say, turning your heads towards hers in an attempt to make eye contact. she looked back at you, smiling.

“of course! it was really fun, i think we both deserved it after the last couple of months.” hanni says, to which you nod.

“i’m sorry for the way things had to be—“ you start, being cut off by hanni quickly.

“it’s okay don’t worry, it was all just a lot of miscommunication.” hanni reassures you, she wanted to make sure you knew it wasn’t just something you had done.

“yeah, i should probably work on that more..” you say, hanni agreeing.

“we both do..” hanni starts, gasping when she gets an idea.

she pulled you over, in front of your door now you two finally making it there. hanni held your hands together, acting as if she was shaking your hand.

“can we make a vow?” she asks.

“mhm.”

“whenever we argue, we need to hear each other out and communicate.” hanni says, holding her other hand out for you to shake. she smiled when you shook her hand, nodding throughout of it.

“i promise.” you say, looking into hanni’s eyes.

hanni couldn’t fight back the nervous feeling in her chest, now realizing how close together you two were.

“hanni.” you say.

“hm?” she responds.

“kiss me, please.” you say, not missing how red hanni’s face got.

hanni wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you in. the kiss was much needed for the both of you, sealing your relationship. it felt fresh, marking new beginnings as you two could finally feel free together.

“yn, i love you so much.” hanni says softly, her head resting in the crook of your neck.

“i love you too nini, i’m so happy to have you.” you reply, smiling ear to ear.

you’d never been happier.

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a/n— if this is ass its bc its almost 6am im actually so exhausted goodnight guys

[helpyourself-9]

Rhaenyra Targaryen being in love with you (Romantic)

“🐉-nini: my first ever “one shot” / little story

“tw: mentions of homophobia, men being men

“🐉-paring: rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader

Some historians say that you and the princess had a friendship so strong that you two were constantly at each other’s hands always lightly touching each other and others say that you loved each other, rhaenarya has always had this deep connection with you and yearning for your heart of course you didn’t know that at first and back then you were taught because of the patriarchy that a woman was only meant to love a man.

So when you started feeling these things for her you thought you were alone in them and so afraid of ruining this beautiful friendship but little did you know that the princess loved you also and shared these feelings as well.

You had noticed a change in her after her mother’s passing and alicents betrayal, now you and alicent weren’t as close so you didn’t know how nyra was feeling but you were there for her, during her ups, downs and to her that meant the world she still had one person left that she could love and trust.

Rhaenyra would cry to you a lot it was a side that you never thought you would see but you with open arms embraced it and she was grateful for it, her heart swells up with love when she thinks about how you more then anyone has loved her and her flaws but have also stood so loyally by her side.

“Nyra what are you thinking about, my sweet girl” you asked with a sweet tone that she loved. “ I’m thinking about how we should leave this all behind runaway on syrax explore the whole world together and live in the free cities so we may be able to love each other without judgment my flower” she replies back with a joking tone but some seriousness in her tone.

“Oh my sweet girl” you say in a devastating quiet tone “if only we could but you have a duty here and your father needs you, your his heir, you’ll our future queen” you stop and think for a second but that thought brings you sadness “you’ll also have to marry and bare children”.

That made her divested and angry not at you, no at the thought that she’ll never be able to show how much she loves you in public and one day just like her you’ll be married off to some lord and stuck in a castle and in her words “made to squeeze out heirs” until it could possibly kill you.

A couple of moons later rhaenyra was betrothed to laenor velaryon before you knew him you were jealous of him for he was the one that would get to call your nyra his wife. That was until you found out his true nature and actually sat down and had a one on one conversation with him thanks to rhaenyra.

Once the wedding had ended and it was time for them conceive and become one. He left you and rhae in her room to give you guys the privacy that you deserve. That night was a night filled with love, pleasure and happiness you’ll always remember the sounds your nyra made and the sweet things she whispered in your ears.

Nyra smiles as she thinks back at it all she’s so lucky to have you her only true love

[rd0265667]

Ning Ning x Reader: Solo un'altra storia d'amore

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle

A/N: Trust me, it all makes sense at the end

A/N: As always, thanks to best bro @1luvkarina. and the usual apology, my bad @slowlydifferentbluebird

“I’ll be there soon, sorry babe, there was a hiccup at work, boss needed us there, Lisa and I were needed for some last minute procedures. I should make it soon though.” Yi Zhuo sighed, though nodding.

“I understand, your job’s important. I’ll be waiting at the bench alright? Love you babe.” Yi Zhuo said, hanging up before sighing, “Got stood up?” Yi Zhuo turned to her side. “Nope, just…something cropped up at her work. She works at the hospital nearby, so whenever a new patient comes in, and they need all hands on board, well…yeh.” Yi Zhuo explained. “Perks of the job huh?” Yi Zhuo snickered “Yeah, something like that” “What’s your name? I’m Yi Zhuo.” She said, extending her hand to you. “I’m Y/N.” You shake her hand, shooting her a small smile. “You’re here often right? I pass by this bench pretty often when I visit Aeri at the hospital, and I see you almost every day.”  Yi Zhuo asked. “Yeh, this bench means a lot to me.” You say with a forlorn smile, drenched in nostalgia and loss. “How so?” Yi Zhuo asked, turning to you. “The school I was from believed that this bench was magical. No, I’m not joking.” You say with a small chuckle, seeing Yi Zhuo’s confused face. “This bench had special powers. We believed that this bench was where relationships were made. So all proposals happened here, first dates happened here. I guess the superstition wore off, I barely see any first dates here. Well, it worked for me. This is where I met my girlfriend.” You say with a small smile, though clearly hiding sadness in your eyes. “Oh? What’s her name? What’s your story? Everyone has a special love story.” Yi Zhuo asked, body fully turning to you now, clearly invested. “Oh, well, it’s just another love story. I called her Nini. She was…she was perfect. I met her on this very bench. She was always a loner in class, by choice of course. Half the cohort was obsessed with her, but she always preferred to sit alone. On the way home from school one day, I got tired, and sat here, on this very bench. I was reading one of my books, when she suddenly sat beside me. She insisted that she sat with me because she fell in love with me that day, but I know she sat with me because she was shocked to see someone else reading Journey to the West. Regardless of why she first sat with me, the bench worked. We fell in love that day. She was the sweetest. She’d bring me on the best dates, break the bank to buy me the best gifts, and when I insisted that it was too much, and that a small gifts would be fine, she’d hold my hand, sit me down, and give me a kiss on my forehead, telling me that I deserved the best, the world, the universe, and the stars beyond them.” You explain, causing Yi Zhou to smile. “That’s a nice story. Where is she now?” Yi Zhuo asked. “I’ll get to that…We loved each other, but it felt like the universe was against us sometimes. First off, her parents were against us. The first time we went out on a date, I insisted on sending Nini home. She didn’t outright decline, but I could tell she was uncertain. Turns out, her parents were staunchly against their daughter dating, especially someone like me. That was a hard pill to swallow for me. We went about our relationship like it was a shameful secret, as if we were unworthy of loving each other just because of who we are. Nini was always trying to maintain the peace between us, but as her parents always said, paper cannot wrap a fire, and the truth eventually came out, that Nini’s “friend over for revision” was actually dating Nini. Her parents were livid, and Nini insisted she loved me, but filial piety was important to her, and she couldn’t turn her back on family no matter how much she loved me.” You explain, downtrodden.

“That’s awful…I’m sorry to hear that.” “We didn’t break up from that, thankfully. When the new term started, I was selected for an exchange program to intern at a company in Singapore, for 2 months. It was a complicated period for us, still cooling off from that fight. We agreed to take a break, and reassess our relationship. So we didn’t contact each other for 2 months. I wanted to, so many times, interning was a pain in the ass, but I couldn’t. I had to give her space, for her to choose if she wanted to reach out to me. So I waited beside the phone for her, for 2 months, and for 2 months, nothing. I thought it was over. It felt like all of it was over, but then, as I stepped out of the airport, there she was, bouquet in hand, as beautiful as the day I met her, rushing at me to throw me into an embrace I’d characterise more like a bear hug. What about your parents? I asked her, and her smile shrunk, before putting a finger on my lips. That doesn’t matter, she said, but do me a favour, kiss me and make the bad thoughts go away.” You recall, a light blush on your face. “That’s sweet. How is she now?” Yi Zhuo asked. “I’m sure she’s doing fine.” You reply with a smile. “You’re not with her anymore?” Yi Zhuo’s eyebrows furrowed, having hoped for a happy ending. “Well, the universe has its ways. After graduation, we both got different jobs. I became a police officer, protecting and serving, while she became a social worker, helping those more unfortunate. Our jobs were fulfilling, sure, Nini and I both loved our jobs, but the job got overwhelming…Especially in my second year of the job, I got training to go Undercover. It was good, and it was exciting, but it only served to drive a wedge between Nini and I. We couldn’t live where I worked for fear that we met any of my shadier contacts. But that was where Nini worked, that’s where the kids and elderly she worked with were. She couldn’t leave. She asked me what was more important, my work, or her. I should have told her the truth. I should have told her that nothing was more important than her. But instead I argued. We fought over it, I wanted to help people, and you enjoyed using undercover work to bust criminals, but Nini hated it. She insisted that there were other ways to help people. Being a cop was dangerous enough already, she said,  but to effectively give yourself to the criminals, for your life to be snuffed out if you make a single wrong move, she couldn’t accept that, she’d insist. Then on and on our fights went. Then one day…a more unsavoury contact of mine saw me at the barber, and attacked us. I took him down, we both were unscathed, but that was it for Nini. She gave me an ultimatum. Her, or the job. And when I hesitated, she knew what she needed to know. She… She was gone the next day. I wanted to find her, hold her and apologise to her, but one of the gangs waged a war on us, so we had to respond. I was sent undercover, deep undercover this time. New identity, new person. Did some things I'm not proud of, but it worked, and I infiltrated their militia. That’s when I found out about it. Nini…she…umm, got in a car accident.” You choke on your words, looking down, trying your best to will your tears in.

“She lived, but she got hit on the head pretty hard. She lost her memories. When I heard that, I wanted to go back, find her, take care of her again, but my handler insisted against it. It would have not only hurt our case, but it’ll put both Nini and I in danger. Gangs don’t take kindly to rats, traitors or cops. Now try all 3 in one. By the time I finished the job, took the gang down, it was far too late. I found the hospital she was at, showed up with a bouquet of flowers, the same way she did at the airport, and also held a resignation letter from the force. I wasn’t sure if she had regained her memory yet, but I would have stayed until she did, then I would have shown her the letter, tell her that nothing was more important to me than she was. She was my sun, my moon and stars. When I walked out, I saw her with someone else. A nurse who worked at the hospital she was treated at. Nini looked so foreign yet familiar to me at that moment. She held the nurse, and looked at her the same way she once looked at me, love, adoration, and everything in between. I hadn’t seen her have that look in a long time. I hadn’t been worthy of her love. And after taking so long to find and go back to her, maybe I would never be worthy of her love. So I walked away, and let her go about her life. A new one, a happier one. One without me.” You explained, looking at Yi Zhuo with tears in your eyes. “That’s…I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.” Yi Zhuo said, patting you on the back. All of a sudden, your phone lit up, the sudden brightness attracting Yi Zhuo’s eye. The girl on your wallpaper looked very similar to her. Almost identical. “Sorry, I need to take this.” You say, standing up and walking a little to the side. “I’m here, are you done?” The voice rang through. “I am, and thank you for this. You don’t know how much this means to me.” You reply “Of course, you deserve as much.”

“Was that Nini on your wallpaper?” Yi Zhuo asked as you sat back down. For a moment, you felt panic rising in your chest, before stomping it down, regaining your composure. “Yep. She looks very similar to you, doesn’t she? I guess that’s why I wanted to talk to you about this.” You explain, causing Yi Zhuo to nod “I understand, it’s like I’m giving you another chance to talk to Nini again.” She says, causing you to shoot her a small smile. “Yes, something like that. If you’ll excuse me, I must get going now. I have some matters to attend to.” You say, standing and straightening your shirt “Wait, Y/N. I know it might be a little weird considering I look like her, but would you like to hang out. As friends of course, I’ll even introduce you to my girlfriend, I’m sure she’d love to have a new friend to make into a third wheel.” Yi Zhuo jokes, causing you to slightly chuckle. “Perhaps. I’ll be seeing you around, Yi Zhuo.” You smile, but turning away from her as soon as you could, trying to hide your tears. As you walked away slowly, you felt a strong urge to turn around. Say what you wanted to say. You hadn’t seen her in so long after all. And you missed her more than life itself. Who could live without their sun, moon, and stars. You missed her more than life itself, but this felt like a betrayal. You had made a choice, and she had allowed you to see her, but to go behind her back and possibly ruin everything? You clenched your fist tightly, unable to make a decision. You take one final deep breath. This was it

“I’m really glad you’re doing well Nini.”

[flwrstqr]

mutuals appreciation messages 🤍

ack i missed these kind of moot games ㅠㅠ but here's my appreciation to each of my fav mooties 💕

@dioll, i love you sm nae. sometimes i feel like you're my older sister, i really appreciate your support even through the tough times. your msgs truly make me smile each day. remember we're in this together 💕

@hoonion, jenni!!! my loml, i love u to the moon and back. i love dming you everyday. you make me smile and bring up my mood. i'm so glad we met this year and became closer. i really hope we get even closer (jenni + hoon is real!!)

@jwsdoll, hai sav!! so glad we met this year. our silly little msgs make me laugh everyday. my yunjin to my chaewon. love u sm

@reverieki, my hye bae. i miss u sm, idk where i would be w/o u. riki to my hee, haerin to my dani. you'll always be riki's no.1 girl!!

@luvlyhee, xuan!!!! i'm so happy we met this year, you truly are an amazing writer. i love u and ur works so much. i hope by the end of the year, we're closer than ever can be 🤞

@jakesangel, jake's real gf aka princess. my half older sister to me, i love u sm!! you're always going to be joy to my irene, ning to my giselle, and wonyo to my chae!! stay strong!! love u >o<

@junislqve, juni bby, ilysm. your asks are what make me look forward for my day. belle to my haneul 4 life!!!! (also did i mention how much winter from aespa vibes i get from u??)

@iichaeyj chae!!!! i know we barely interact 😓 but i really hope i get closer with you. you really seem like a sweet person and i love ur works so much. rina to my ning!!

@antoncyng my nickname twin :3 luv u sm nini!! one of my early moots too. keep writing, supporting you through everything!!

@en-gelic lia!! i'm so grateful i became moots with you. you truly are the sweetest person i ever met. i'll always love and support your writings no matter what. sending love and kisses 💕

@leaderwon the fact we just started off by meeting through disc dms 😭 i really hope we get closer luna!! (jungwon's real gf is right here???)

@onlyjjong have i ever said how much i love u lili???? bc i really love u sm!! ur sweet msgs always makes me smile. i'll support your works, and i hope you stay happy. you're like my real younger sister me. leeseo to my yujin, kyujin to my lily

@hyeinism haiii via!!! i really hope we interact more often bc i would love to get closer with you. ily !!!

@lcvclywon YUYA!! i missed u sm. i miss our inbox msgs we had together ㅠㅠ, hoping that returns. we'll always be chaewon and eunchae (chaechaez)!!

@okwons vivi, you're so sweet. your msgs are the sweetest thing ever. love ur writings btw >o<

@jlheon pengie bae!! literally yuri to my chae. hoping you text me more often on insta 😓 i really enjoy your company and i hope we get closer soon

@sunrenity zehra, did i tell you how much i love u + ur themes + ur works???? pls stop by dms or inbox more often, i would die to get closer w u ㅠㅠ

@star-sim my 08 liner twin!!! the fact at first i barely had any 08 liner mooties and you were one of the first ppl i met that was the same age as me 😓 thank u sm for being the sweetest moot ever, love uuu!!

@neos127 ky!!! yeri to my irene >o<, i really hoping we get closer this year!! you seem like a very sweet person so hoping we interact more often !!

@ashtxrie one of my earliest moots is you, ash!! i'm super happy we became moots, i love ur works sm. keep it up, sending kisses + love to u !!

@bywons sru, i know you're on hiatus but thank u for everything. you were my first ever moot on blr, and im so happy that we basically grew up together here 🙏 always support ur works, love uu!!

@okwonyo jiah!! wonyoung to my hyewon ㅠㅠ, i first joined enhablr as a reader and admired your works a lot. here i am now. u rlly inspire me, thank u jiah sm >o< luv u !!

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

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Make me write! 5 sentences for you! Part of the last fic! Modern theatre au, non-binary they/them Satine!

“I don’t want to cause any trouble,” Satine insists, wishing the others weren’t holding onto them so they could wrap their arms around themself. “Hey!” Nini exclaims, turning around to face Satine as she keeps walking backward down the hall. “Cut that out! You’re not doing a damn thing wrong. And you know I’d be the first to tell you if you were.”

[badasgirlfriend]

Stolen Hoodie | Bada Lee Social Media Au

pairings: bada lee x shin nari

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a/n: AHHHH LOOK AT THE EDIT (banging my head against the door from excitement bc this is the first edit i got for my work LIKE THIS IS HUGE FOR ME) thank you sooooo much @drkbibi you made my day🤍

As the teacher droned on, Nari was struggling to maintain her patience. She wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else.

"I understand," she replied, her tone neutral and her gaze wandering towards the windows beyond. Even though she dreaded the teacher's presence, she forced herself to be polite.

"No you don't understand miss Shin" the teacher hissed making Nari furrow her brows "She punched a boy"

Nari's anger was beginning to boil over, her patience worn thin. "I'm sure you're not suffering from memory, but I have come here on multiple occasions to address this issue. All you've ever said in response has been the hollow promise that something will be done."

"We looked into this matter-"

"But nothing has happened," she continued, her voice dripping with disdain, "If you really looked did something that boy would've stopped but he didn't, the bullying only got worse"

The teacher thinned her lips "Miss Shin I am a teacher, I know better than you. They're just kids, Hana is being dramatic by a few teasings-"

Nari's brow knit together in frustration, unable to believe the teacher's sheer audacity.

"Are you calling her a liar?" Nari hissed, her voice dripping with venom, "How can you dismiss her concerns so easily? She is only a child, struggling with constant teasing and harassment. Yet you would dismiss these blatant acts of bullying as 'just kids being kids'?"

Nari knew this teacher well. One who brushed off the complaints of a less fortunate student, only to pamper to one of high status. If a child from a wealthy background whined, they'd immediately bow at their feet. But if one without means asked for help? They were ignored. With their suffering and pleas brushed off like a fly.

"I don't care if that boy's family contributes generously to this institution. If my sister is going to face punishment, so is he." Nari spat the words out, staring down the teacher with steely conviction.

The teacher scoffed, "Hana has told me about how you raised her, and," she cleared her throat, "that her father is often 'mean'. However, violence is never the answer. I expect better from you, as she is but a child, whose innocence must be protected and preserved. Whatever happens in your home shall remain private and shall not be allowed to influence her. We do not wish for Hana to be easily influenced or swayed by the dynamics within her household"

Nari's fingers were twitching, struggling to maintain her composure. She wasn't sure if the teacher was suggesting that Hana was learning violence from her father or not, but now it seemed clear that was the case. This teacher knew about the situation at home, and yet she still had the audacity to punish Hana for retaliating against her bully.

Nari chuckled coldly "you little bi-"

"Nini" a soft voice stopped her from showing the teacher her place

Nari's eyes softened as she saw her younger sister standing behind the teacher, her messy pigtails and crooked bow tying her heart in knots. Her bag was over her shoulder, ready to go, and her smile was as charming as ever, as if the situation was nothing more than a passing moment of joy.

"Consider yourself lucky my sister arrived, because this would have ended quite differently otherwise," she threatened, and the teacher widened her eyes in shock.

"But don't worry," Nari continued, "I'll return."

With that, she turned on her heel and grabbed her sister's hand, the two sister's making their way out of the school. Their footsteps echoing through the halls, fading as they left the building, the teacher left speechless in their wake.

Nari stopped and crouched down to be at her sister's level. She gently took her sister's face in her hands, staring into her eyes with understanding.

Nari's expression softened as tears threatened to fall, but she held them back, wanting to remain strong for her sister. She gently caressed Hana's hair in a gesture of affection, trying to comfort her.

"Nini are you mad at me?" Hana asked "He was being mean"

"Of course not," Nari reassured her sister, "Just next time, don't punch him. Come and tell me instead, alright? I'll handle everything."

"Won't you get in trouble for that?" her sister asked, a frown crossing her face. "Every time you help me, dad becomes angry and is mean to you."

Nari's heart ached as she saw her younger sister so worried. She was barely a child herself, her worries and fears too big for her small shoulders to bear. But despite her age, her worries were as real as anyone else's.

"Don't worry about me," Nari whispered, wrapping her arms around Hana in a warm embrace. She pressed a gentle kiss against Hana's temple

"This time will be different, I promise," Nari said, her voice cracking slightly as she fought back tears. "I won't let dad decide what's right and wrong, and you'll always have me on your side. I'll protect you, no matter what."

With that, Nari gently pulled away and looked into Hana's eyes, hoping to reassure her.

A warm smile lit up Hana's face as Nari grabbed her hand and they began to walk. Taking out her phone, Nari checked the time, letting out a curse when she saw that she was really late. She had to send a message to Bada. However, just as she was about to do so, her phone suddenly died.

"Fuck" Nari muttered and turned to Hana "We need to meet up with a friend of mine so I can give her something," Nari told her sister.

But Hana's gaze was elsewhere. When Nari followed her eyes, she saw a familiar man approaching their direction.

Nari felt a sense of familiarity when she saw this man, as if she had seen him before. But her memory was hazy, clouded by her other worries and concerns.

"Hey Nari," the man said, stopping in front of them.

Hana looked at her sister with confusion, and Nari looked back at her with a similar expression.

"Uh, hi?" Nari said, her voice tinged with confusion. "Sorry, who are you?"

The man's smile fell slightly, but he managed to hold it.

"Jake. Jake Sim. Do you remember me?" He asked, and a pang of recognition shot through Nari as the name finally clicked in her head.

"Oh. Right. The Twitter guy," she said, rolling her eyes. "What do you want?"

"My mom works here so I came to drop something for her. I saw you and wanted to say hi" he paused "and ask you something"

"Hana, can you go on over there and sit?" Nari asked, and her sister complied, walking a safe distance away from the two adults' conversation, but not so far away that she couldn't hear them.

"What do you want?" Nari asked Jake, her tone hard and dry. She knew what he was gonna ask, his comments under her tweets told her enough

Jake grinned, placing his hand on his neck. "I sent you a message, but you must not've seen it."

Nari groaned inwardly, this man can't take a hint

"I wanted to ask if you're free this week, do you want to hang out?" He asked, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes "Like on a date"

"Look, I've seen your messages, and I ignored you," she said with a calmness that belied an seething, underlying frustration.

"I've made things perfectly clear by never replying to you. That obviously means I'm not interested. It couldn't be any more evident."

"But that doesn't mean we can't try," he persisted. He was clearly not going to back down

Nari finally had had enough when he grabbed her hand. "Man, back off." She hissed, with mounting annoyance. "I don't even like men. I'm done with this bullshit."

"You don't?" He asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.

"I thought it was obvious," Nari said, rolling her eyes with a heavy sigh.

"Don't let that ruin the fun of anything with me," Jake said with a smile, oblivious to her discomfort.

Nari rolled her eyes again, feeling her anger growing. Enough. She began to walk away, dragging Hana by the hand, and picking up her bag along the way. She was done with his bullshit. She was tired of dealing with such clueless men.

Now all she needed to do was go faster to the place she agreed to meet with Bada, hoping she will still be there

Nerves got to Bada, who kept nervously tapping her feet. This annoyed an elderly woman seated next to her, but Bada didn't seem to mind.

No matter how hard she tried, Bada couldn't stop her mind from drifting back to the brunette with the short hair. She wondered why her heart was beating so fast. Just a week ago, she couldn't even stand the woman. Now everything about her intrigued her.

She checked the time, realizing she was a full 10 minutes late to the meet-up. She quickly sent Nari a message asking for her whereabouts.

Yet, her many messages were no use. Nari still did not reply. As time progressed, Bada grew more and more annoyed. The longer it went, the more she felt hurt. It would have been better to at least receive some sort of text from Nari, letting her know why she had not arrived yet, but Bada had recieved none.

Just as Bada was about to call Tatter, a notification caught her attention. With a click, she opened it, only to be met with a paragraph that left her feeling upset.

She scoffed, after locking her phone. Both of her emotions of hurt and anger were evident. While Bada waited for her for almost an hour, Nari was off, having fun with some man. She was mad, and most importantly she was upset. Bada would not lie to herself. She knew deep inside her that her feelings for Nari had grown more than the slightest bit. So, seeing that post hurt her more than she could have ever imagined.

She felt stupid for thinking that Nari's flirting carried any truth, and that she meant it in some way. In fact, Nari often flirted with many other people, so Bada was naive for thinking that she meant it.

Kicking the rock before her in anger, she rose from her seat and started walking away. The sound of her phone drew her attention. Still annoyed, she decided to see what it was. But, when she saw the message, she froze. Just by a single letter in the contact name, she knew who this was. Yeri, a name she was not expecting to see right now. Her heart sank. She had thought everything was over, but seeing her name on her phone screen made her stomach drop.

[teawithaphd]

For all your characters! 🤬- does my muse swear often? Do they try to censor themselves around children or elderly people? and also 🎵- does my muse listen to music while they work?

Getting to this ask now, sorry for the wait!! 😭 but, I hope you enjoy nonetheless 💖

Panne

She swears A LOT, it’s pretty much a part of her natural speech, and that’s because the moogle couple who raised her cursed like sailors too. With children, the elderly, god - she will still say fuck.

Despite appearances, Panne is actually quite musically attuned, most likely an effect of being raised by furry musical fluff-balls. If there isn’t any music, she’ll sometimes find herself humming a made-up tune, or something from her childhood. She’ll never admit that she does this though, even if you catch her red handed.

T’orr

The amount of swearing he would do around someone would equate to how much he trusts them. He doesn’t swear much to begin with, but his ‘mask’ is one with perfect eloquence, and would, at most, sound more strained around children and the elderly. Over time, his speech would grow more natural if he trusts someone enough.

Perhaps a remnant of his Sharlayan roots, T’orr dislikes anything that could potentially break his focus, and music, to him, feels more like noise then something genuinely enjoyable. He would prefer to not listen to anything while working, as he feels that it could cloud his judgement.

[lovekz]

poop killer

syn -> ran spends his holidays with his family at rindou’s house. things that have never happened before, happened.

warnings : poop, crack, a bunch of nonsense

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the door swings open, and ran stands tall with his little family.

you, and the little baby you had a year and some months back.

a gorgeous boy who got ran’s long hair with your hair color, his eyes, and nails.

everything else was you.

“hi rin!” you beam, holding the boy in his little coat kokonoi gifted them.

ran’s hair was growing, and he hadn’t had time to cut it.

things had been busy, and he hadn’t realized.

but his hair was just up to his shoulders, falling in curtain bangs just a bit.

a hat was over his head to hide his complete mess of hair, not like anyone cared though.

rindou lets you in, smiling and hugging his brother.

“welcome! how was the drive?” rindou asks ran, closing the door behind them.

ran sighs dramatically, before dropping down onto the couch.

rindou rolls his eyes and drops down next to him, pulling his nephew into his arms.

“tiring. you have to do the drive next time.” ran jokes, letting the boy grab onto his hand.

rindou laughs at that, knowing his brother did the drive because he really wanted to see his new house.

he realizes you’ve been pretty quiet, and it’s because you’re focused on pouring some purple liquid into a baby cup.

rindou is confused now, looking between you and the baby.

“he on medication or something?” rindou asks, scratching his ear.

you bring the cup over to your boyfriend and shake your head, handing it to him.

“it’s prune juice. poor papa hasn’t taken a dump for days.” you explain, rubbing your son’s foot.

the boy drinks it happily, smiling at ran from behind the cup.

ran assists him, making sure nothing spills and he isn’t drinking too much.

rindou puts bubble guppies on the tv for him to watch and leans back.

“you can go unpack. your room is actually ready.” rindou informs, pointing upstairs.

ran gives you a grin before looking back at rindou.

“did you get that mat I told you to get?” ran asks, handing his son over to him.

“did you pay the 300 dollars?” rindou snorts, holding the baby upright.

you laugh, bringing your suitcase upstairs with a salty ran following behind.

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eventually, it grows late and rindou’s making dinner for everyone that’s supposed to be here.

izana, kakucho, and shion hadn’t made it yet, but they were on the way.

izana complains he hasn’t had rindou’s lasagna in so long he might die without it.

so now he’s ready to set everything up.

“nini!” he hears below him, making him look down.

kenan is beaming, standing in a slight squat and holding his arms up.

it was a awkward stance, and he looked a bit uncomfortable.

“why are you standing like that papa? what’s wrong?” rindou frowns, ready to lift him up.

you come into the kitchen and stop him, holding your sons little hand.

“he’s finally pooping. just give him some time.” you explain, kissing at your son.

he coos and mocks you, running over to his father while screaming ‘poo poo’ loudly.

rindou chuckles, watching as you follow after him in a rush.

the doorbell rings, and he pauses in garnish the lasagna with cheese.

he walks over to the door and opens it, seeing his best friends standing with gifts.

“happy holidays!” they yell, save for izana who was rubbing his eye.

“hi!” the mini ran screams back, doing his squat once more.

a loud poot leaves his bum, and izana squeezes his brows together.

“kenan that wasn’t cute.” he jokes, stepping inside and placing the gifts down.

you give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek as always, and do the same with the others.

ran is laid out on the couch in pajamas, half asleep and playing with one of kenan’s toys.

everyone settled in, and rindou puts the food in the oven.

kenan runs up to you and squeezes your hand with a frown.

“what’s wrong? done making poo poo?” you ask, grabbing the baby bag.

he nods, and he’s a smart baby. he already has the diaper for you in his little hand.

“thank you.” you coo, lifting him onto the couch and laying him on his back.

ran glances at the two of you before kissing your cheek and getting up to give you space.

he goes into the kitchen instead, where izana and his brother is.

“look at that. the princess is awake.” izana jokes, dapping him up.

ran rolls his eyes but says nothing back, grabbing a cup of cranberry juice from the fridge.

“it feels nice to be here. nice and warm. can’t wait to sleep in my bed.” izana sighs in content.

ran nods in agreement, downing his drink.

at the same time the oven begins to beep, you let out a horrified scream.

“oh my god- ran!” you scream out from the living room,

rindou immediately gets up from his seat and goes over to you in confusion.

you’re holding kenan upside down and he’s crying, holding onto you as best as he can.

pure horror is on your face and his as you try to rush upstairs.

“he’s still shitting- it’s pouring out!” you yell, going to the nearest bathroom.

you leave drips of shit behind you, all leaking from the boys pamper.

you hear ran’s laugh from downstairs, as you rush to turn the bath water on and get the diaper off him.

rindou is right behind you trying to assist even a little bit while slipping on the shit.

kenan is holding onto you while screaming, trying to climb out the tub.

there’s shit everywhere, and it’s running down his back from when he was upside down.

“oh my god- I’m so sorry rindou.” you exclaim, getting the diaper off him.

he wraps it for you and dumps it into the bathroom’s little garbage.

rindou doesn’t offer you a respond, grabbing the baby soap and his duck towel.

“it’s okay papa, you gotta take a bath.” you say, turning to grab everything from rindou.

rindou hands you everything and looks at his tub in shock and horror.

you follow his sight and understand why your son is screaming now.

he took yet another shit in the tub, and it was huge and solid.

kenan is trying to run away from it, but the water makes it splatter everywhere.

“oh my god-“ “I’ll go get gloves.” rindou informs, trying not to laugh.

he runs downstairs and ran is helping himself to the food, cutting lasagna for everyone.

“ran your girl looks like she’s about to cry. there’s shit everywhere.” rindou chuckles, grabbing gloves.

“better than me. I would’ve thrown up or passed out.” ran says with a sigh, placing his plate on the table.

rindou rolls his eyes and brings you the gloves, watching you rush to put it on.

he puts on some beside you, before grabbing paper towel to scoop out as much as possible and dump it in the garbage.

there’s a flash, and you immediately look up to try and figure out what it was.

izana was holding his polaroid camera, smiling big as he shook the film.

“izana go away!” you laugh, finally getting all the poop out of the tub.

the man giggled and ran off, jumping into rindou’s bed.

you sigh, and rindou leans on the sink to clean himself up.

ran peeks into the bathroom before walking in, making a face at the smell.

“I brought his clothes.” ran says, handing his boy a clean plastic cup.

it busies him, making him dump the water on himself repeatedly.

you flip him off, washing the rest of the runny poop off your baby’s back.

ran ushers rindou out of the bathroom and sits on the toilet, smiling at his son.

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you get kenan cleaned up and in pajamas, before laying him down to sleep.

when you get downstairs, kakucho was cleaning up the mess you had to leave.

you thank him softly before walking into the kitchen.

shion shrieks and runs from you, backing into the wall.

“girl you got shit on you!” shion exclaims, pointing to your shirt.

you immediately glance at your shirt, before taking it off your body.

the guys give you privacy, save for ran who was staring directly at your chest.

you toss the shirt at him and the poop mark lands on his cheek.

ran shrieks loudly like a little girl in disgust, before tossing it at rindou.

true to his earlier words, he hunches over the garbage and pukes.

rindou panics and throws it to shion, who’s across the room.

now they’re playing catch with it, trying to see who the poop with land on.

there’s poop on everyone’s hands save for yours, and everyone is disgusted.

the smell is horrendous, and you aren’t sure if it’s because of the prune juice.

“what the fuck is going- on!” izana yelps, getting off the couch from his nap and slipping.

on what, you might ask?

the only spot kakucho hadn’t cleaned up yet was where it leaked most.

right by the couch. under izana’s feet.

izana goes sliding, before landing next to the tree and hitting his head on the fireplace.

suddenly everyone stops, and ran doesn’t know whether to puke some more or laugh.

he does both.

-

now everyone is fresh out of the shower, sitting in yours and ran’s room.

izana sits on the bed with a bandage wrapped around his head and a ice pack, as well as tissue in his nose to stop the bleeding.

you lay next to him with kenan on your chest asleep.

rindou is at the edge of the bed sprawled out.

ran is sitting in the hanging chair with kakucho, watching the movie.

shion was asleep on the rug.

it was silent, save for home alone playing on the tv in the background.

“you know. I didn’t know babies can poop that much.” izana stated after three hours of being silent.

you chuckle, rubbing your son’s back and looking over to izana.

“yeah well. this was his first time.” you say quietly, handing him another tissue.

he changes out the one in his nose and tosses the used one in the garbage.

rindou watches the tissue, flinching and leaning back so he would make it.

izana rolls his eyes, cursing him out under his breath.

there’s a quiet pap that echos throughout the room, and everyone looks at kenan.

he’s half awake now, a frown deep on his little face as his eyes strain.

“anyone else smell that?” kakucho questions hesitantly, looking around the room.

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