#asany

[la-sopa]

They’ve arrived

[ask-felix-aberg]

To: The tallest blond Ravenclaw student named Felix! From: A curious 5th year with fluffy hair

Felix!

You know what I find rather boring? Rectangular pillows. Who created rectangular pillows and why couldn't it be some other shape! Squares are boring, too, but do you have an opinion on the round pillows? That's less boring, and it's perfect for your head! Although then one might argue that the flattened-egg-shaped pillows would be even better. Felix, if you had a chance to design a perfect pillow, how would it look like? Let's say no to boring pillows!

Actually, I was gonna ask you about the sheep rumours in the Ravenclaw common room but now I don't care about it as much as the pillows. I love pillows! I took apart so many in my lifetime! Burned a few? I'll never forget the smell.

Can't wait to find out about your favourite pillow shape!

Dear Fluffy-Haired Curator of Pillows,

This is certainly not a question I get to answer every day - though I must admit, I appreciate your passion for revolutionising pillow shapes.

Well, I prefer my pillows hard - just the right amount of firmness to keep things steady. But since I’m a rather cuddly sleeper, I like them big and squeezable too - perfect for wrapping around and holding close. Rounded edges wouldn't hurt, either - less likely to jab you in the face during particularly restless dreams. :)

Warmly,

Felix

[kiwiplaetzchen]

"The king of kings, the teal of teals, the handsomest niffler of all!" The 5th year with fluffy hair begins, a pet brush in one hand and treats in another. "Let me brush thy teal fur! It'll save me, your loyal subject, from the worst fate of all — boredom!"

That, and she's got some plans for the fur that'll be left on the brush. But the little niffler doesn't need to know that.

Nosy paused from his current fixation - stuffing another sock that clearly wasn't his own into his belly pouch - and gave the girl a side-eye, suspicious but intrigued. The sight of treats always had a way of softening the Niffler's guard. He tilted his head in mock consideration, as if weighing her offer.

Brushing? Him? The Teal King? Nosy had to admit, the praise was well-deserved. And "The King of Kings" had a nice ring to it. Perhaps a little grooming session wasn't such a bad idea, especially with the promise of snacks so generously offered.

Strutting over with his tail flicking confidently, Nosy gave the girl a regal look, as if to say, You may proceed. With a small honk, he plopped himself down in front of her, sealing the deal. Of course, he kept one eye on the treats the whole time, as per usual - those were what truly mattered.

As the fifth-year began brushing his fur, Nosy sat in regal silence, thoroughly enjoying the attention and the soothing feeling of being combed, making his teal coat shimmer with every stroke. From time to time, the little Niffler glanced up at the girl with an unruly mop of hair, silently pleased with her work.

Occasionally, he would even lift a paw, signalling his approval, or nudge her hand towards the treats she still held. A king must be rewarded for his cooperation, after all. And though the girl grinned mischievously, hiding her true motives behind that playful expression, Nosy couldn't care less in that moment. As far as the little menace was concerned, he was simply enjoying the treatment he naturally deserved.

When the brushing session finally came to an end, Nosy snatched up his treats with a smug look, his fur now gleaming and fluffed to perfection.

He strutted away, proud and satisfied, completely unaware that he had just donated a part of his luxurious teal coat to her mysterious schemes. The Teal King had been pampered, and all was right in his world - for now.

[ask-scribner]

The 5-year with fluffy hair crawls under the desks in the library, tying together other students' shoelaces and giggling to herself quietly. When she gets to the desk you are standing by, Asani hesitates. Regular shoes, huh... Well, how about...

A quick spell later, your footwear transforms into these:

Oh, a little mischief under the desk, is it? My, my, bold choice, my dear. If you wanted to hear me squeak and grunt, you only needed to ask.

I must admit, it's been some time since I've worn anything so flashy. However, Gryffindor shall lose 20 points for such... audacious creativity. Let's hope next time you direct that spirited energy toward something a bit more appropriate.

[kuromi-hoemie]

she's having sex positive ace realizations..

[momosane]

Albania’s right winger Jasir Asani with Super Mario themed boots at the EUROS.

[givemethesleep]

Tell us about Isra!!!

Everything!! Long post!

ISRA LONG POST!!! I ADORE HER!! tagging @waffles5588 <3333 Short Blurb: Isra Asani is the first mate to Captain Zhuri Amin of the Disgrace, and her long time best friend. Isra is incredibly sharp and quick-witted, thinking faster than most. Perhaps Isra once had a strong moral compass, but the world is not so simple as a foolish girl once believed, and there is nothing more important than survival. Nothing more important than survival and protecting the ones who have protected you for so long. Isra will hold onto life with all her being. She will claw for it, steal for it, lie for it, kill for it, cheat for it. Break all the rules for it. The one thing she will never do is beg. (she also has a pretty slow-burn romance with her crewmate and head of intelligence, Rhudorn. They are very fun.) The FULL rundown in below the cut <3

Isra Asani was not born to live. 

What the Asani family needed was a scholar. What they needed was someone who could get a proper education– any education– and make a life to drag them out of the pit they have been stuck in for so long. Stuck in a cycle of gambling and drinking away what little fortune they manage to scrape in every now and then, the Asanis needed someone good. Upstanding. Smart.

Isra Asani was to either be resigned to be chained to her family, dragging them up along with her, or to be sold to die. No matter what, Isra was not to have a life of her own.

Isra proved to be unable to study. She could not seem to do math, nor could she seem to remember any of those dates in history, nor could she manage the science that she was taught. She became just another mouth to feed, and in the family’s desperation, she was sold to the fighting pits when she was around 13 years old. Isra begged for her life, reduced to a sobbing, pathetic mess, but she was sold all the same. That night, laying alone in her space, she swore to herself that she would never beg for anything again. They could destroy her, but she would rather die than lose her dignity again.

Isra was not expected to live. Not particularly strong, not particularly fast– but she was sneaky, and she was resilient. She’d gotten her hands on a dagger in the first fight, and she was surprised to find that she didn’t feel too terrible at winning the fight– survival had taken over, and she was going to survive so that she may try to live. She won her fights– mostly through outfoxing her opponents or sheer luck– but she survived. For her efforts, and in graduated to the upper leagues, Isra was marked. An image of a hyena was burned into her back, ash and charcoal rubbed into the wounds. It's a crude image, but it shows the audience who they're betting on.

During one such fight, her weapon was knocked away, and it seemed like she might truly die. Desperate for survival, she threw sand in the face of her opponent and grabbed onto them, jamming her thumbs through their eyes and ultimately strangling them to death. However, killing someone with her bare hands caused her to feel the guilt that she had been unable to feel before, when she’d used weapons. This time, the killing felt more real, and she could not forget the feeling of blood and once-living flesh on her hands. Since then, she’s been unable to dirty her hands, constantly cleaning/washing them despite there usually being nothing to clean.

After escaping the fighting pits with Zhuri, Isra took her place on the captain’s crew, and it was there that she discovered it wasn’t always luck that she’d survived by– she was good at planning, good at lying, good at all the things she wouldn’t have been able to discover had she continued down a scholarly path. Now she sails with Zhuri, but she refuses to call the crew her family. Once upon a time, her family had betrayed her, and she would not allow herself to be part of another– not in name, at least. She rarely sleeps for long stretches at a time, not wanting to relive the nightmare that had been her survival.

But now, at least, she has a chance to live.

Her relationship with Rhudorn is interesting to say the least. While Isra is a fantastic listener, Rhudorn is a smooth talker - and a professional spy. They're often sent to work together, especially as the plot develops, and most of the time Isra's thinking faster than she talks while Rhudorn talks way faster than he seems to think. They're witty, they're snarky, they've seen a hell of a lot more than they let on, and of all the cast they get the happiest endings regardless of their romantic status. Another interesting thing about Isra is that, on top of the compulsive hand washing, she refuses to touch any person with her hands, including her closest friend Zhuri and love interest Rhudorn, and also refuses to be touched. This makes serious wounds pretty hard to treat!

Anywho this has been the Isra Asani longpost THANKYOU FOR READING I adore her so so so much.

[beautifulunknownsweets]

Asani (fhfif oc)

Name: Asani

Gender: Genderless

Age: Unknown

Species: Imaginary Friend

Appearance: Light orange with tiger stripes Bendy like imaginary friend. Their fur is fluffier and longer than Bendy's.

Skills:

🐯High Intelligence

🐯Mastery in manipulation

🐯Deception

🐯Cunning

🐯Leadership

🐯High Charisma

🐯Creativity

Hobby:

🦋Sending other imaginary friends on adventures. Often getting in trouble.

🦋Writing down their observations about the other imaginary friends.

🦋Yapping with other people.

🦋Spending time with their human friends.

Personality: Asani is an upbeat and over-the-top person, aspiring to create eventful and interesting adventures for other imaginary friends to experience. They're rather enthusiastic for what they do, trying to hype the others up for their quests but at the same time, they show some restraint as they seem alright with some not participating in any adventures. Asani also seems fond of sharing with others, randomly giving Bloo a whole angel food cake and later offering Eduardo their favorite food.

Asani's eccentricity can cause them to act rather chaotically and vicariously, even causing them to be unintentionally malicious towards others. Coupled with their longstanding experience and serious side, it’s heavily implied that Asani bears important knowledge that they refuse to share for reasons unknown. Asani also seems incredibly absent-minded and unstable as they consistently forget that some people dislike their adventures. Also seems insecure about their expertise in creating adventure, with said task being the only thing they were created to do. But Asani has shown to be genuinely caring and kind to the other imaginary friends and others around them.

A bit more facts:

🐯Their stripes start melting down when agitated.

🐯Allergic to cat fur.

🐯Same voice actor like Randall Boggs.

[p0ssyart]

BEEP BOOP EUCLID MEANS NOTHING TO THESE TWO

[lewdssyum]

hi ive been wanting to make a comeback and i FINALLY drew stuff so!!! boys and bellies are back (✨️alright✨️)

[ask-gryffindors]

[Fred is only a liiittle bit paranoid before Halloween... Asani is unusually cruel to him this time of year.]

[la-sopa]

Trever Flume

(Spoilers undercut)

Trever Flume was approximately 13(I think that was his age he may have been 15)

I think when he was 10, Mom died in the Clone Wars

at 13. Brother Tike dies in an explosion from the empire during a peaceful protest. His father, when the protesters were being held hostage went to go and negotiate their release, Died in the explosion

So now he is a street kid #Homeless I feel like that part of his character is HEAVILY overlooked. Gets semi-adopted by Roan Lands and Ferus Olin.

Fast forward a little. Roan fucking dies. Rip. Then he semi-loses Ferus because Ferus possesses emotions by running(Darra). So now Trever is alone with some random people.

Mega fast-forwarded all those random people he got to know, including Wil Asani from his home planet, Roan's BFF short king. All fucking die in an explosion (Just like his family) :P

then on top of all that, BAAM memory gets whipped off the last year (Lost like counting about 5 people one year)(stay with me). Ferus describes it as like killing Roan all over again. Gonna expand that to kill everyone! all over again.

Jude what the FART

I love Trever.

That is just the Last of the Jedi books

We find out "In 12 BBY, Trever, along with his adopted parents"Clive Flax and Astri Oddo, "was probably killed after one of the Imperial factories was blown up by the Imperials themselves."(Trever Flume) like! bro can't catch a break. his adopted parents dead. Stay with me

I'm really sad about Trever

[ask-felix-aberg]

The girl with fluffy hair had some free time between her classes, and as she was walking past some classroom, she noticed a sweet-looking blond student sitting at the desk closest to the exit, scribing something down in his notes. Perhaps he was taking a test?

Whatever it was, the Gryffindor girl giggled quietly and crouched to get as close as he can to the Ravenclaw without being noticed: she wanted to witness the inevitable look of surprise on his face! There was a new spell she had learned recently called *Squiggle Quill*. What a great opportunity to try it out!

Her wand raised, she quietly cast the charm. Nothing happened at first but then the tip of the quill started wiggling about, changing its form, magic spreading all the way down to the student's hand until all that the boy was holding was a meaty wet wiggling worm.

The Ravenclaw sat in the middle of his Arithmancy lesson, hunched over his parchment, quill in hand. He had been pondering over the complex numerical equations for what felt like hours, and the question before him was proving to be particularly vexing. Studying Arithmancy at N.E.W.T. level surely wasn't easy.

He furrowed his brow, tapping his cheek absently with the quill, a habit he sometimes regretted, as it frequently left an ink spot on his face. Today, however, something felt different. A peculiar tickling sensation started to dance across his cheek, breaking his focus.

Felix absentmindedly brought the quill away from his face, touching his cheek with his free hand. His fingers came away smeared with ink, as expected, but there was something more to the sensation. Curiously, he turned his gaze to the quill in his other hand, only to find that it had transformed into a meaty, wet, wiggling worm.

With a yelp of shock, Felix threw the worm away, causing it to land unceremoniously on the floor, triggering a ripple of startled gasps among his classmates.

Felix' heart raced as he scanned the room, searching for the prankster responsible for this transformation. His eyes darted from face to face, but no one appeared guilty or even remotely amused. His frantic search, however, was cut short by a stern voice that sliced through the murmurs of the class.

“Mr. Åberg!” The professor's voice was sharp, filled with disapproval. “Disturbing my lesson, are we? Forty points from Ravenclaw!”

Felix' eyes widened, his mouth agape with regret. He hadn't meant to disrupt the class, and now his house was paying the price. The professor’s glare was unyielding, and the Swede knew better than to argue. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he could feel the weight of his classmates' stares bearing down on him.

As he sat there, mortified, a quiet giggle reached his ears. He turned his head slightly and caught sight of a Gryffindor girl with fluffy hair crouched near the door and barely containing her amusement. Realisation dawned on Felix, and despite his own chagrin, he allowed himself a small, rueful smile, hoping it was hidden from the professor's view.

[imvges-football]

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[ac1dl4v3]

numinous nevertheless. who . . dom!sanji x male!bartender length . . 1.3k words! warnings . . mature/smut, a drabble, written in third person, male bartender is of color and given some name, oral, degradation, rough handling, power bottom oc, kinda public indecency, and some french....

extra disclaimers!! the ending prolly gon piss you off cus i got tired gn, so prepare yourself for the fall.. (i'm so sorry💀) btw, the inspo for this is a real line oda made sanji say. “you’re welcome to choke on my foot.”

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After a petty scuffle with a certain bar tender after hours, Sanji gets so irritated that, while holding the man close by his tie, he says, “If you still got a problem with me you’re welcome to choke on my dick, bastard.” You wouldn't expect the bartender to grin, would you? Sanji didn't either, to be honest, but he thinks to himself, 'If that's what this weirdo is into I guess I don't have any reason to stop him.'

The man chuckles with the scent of peppermint and matcha tea tickling Sanji’s chin. Since he's being tugged forward so harshly, it's hard not to notice his aroma. "Is that a request or a challenge, frenchman?" A teasing, suggestive, flirty, and dare one say hilariously shaky tone matches his query too well; Sanji can't help but to throw caution to the wind. If someone has to teach this guy how to respect a man such as himself, he fits just the description. Maybe the barman can consider the lesson as payment for the damages done to his establishment not too long ago (via a fight which sanji had to break up to protect the sacred women in the vicinity).

In any case, Sanji isn't necessarily one for patience. Especially since his crew (just zoro) must be looking everywhere for him at this point, now that the sun has begun to set...

Plus, the exchange of ongoing eye contact was beginning to gross him out. For shits sake the man looked like a hopeless, love-sick loser with the way his smile only widened at the thought of sucking sanji off in his empty bar against a setting sky. baby is truly living the dream.

"You really don't have any shame, do you?" Such a disappointed, disgusted tone would trigger the average person to become defensive, claiming how he can't be the one to criticize with the way he bleeds out at the simple thought of a woman. However, sanji doesn't even care for a response, truthfully, it was rhetorical because the answer is obvious. Which is why he chooses the proactive route and steps over any incoming retorts to his question. "Get on your knees."

Wrapping one long, black silk pant-covered leg carefully around his puppy's waist, Sanji delivers two hot-tempered kicks to the back of his knees. Thus, making the bartender buckle in place and kneel, as demanded. "Let’s see how you manage first. Then, you can tell me if you think this is a 'request or a challenge', glass cleaner."

The lowered man's hands then ran across Sanji’s waist, willingly submitting to the chef's words as he slid his belt out of the pant loops with haste. All the while his eyes never left Sanji’s, which were peering down at him somewhat annoyed, for some reason, as he lit a new blunt sitting at the edge of his lips. By the first inhale of lavender and mint, Sanji’s being pulled out of his briefs and handled with two tight fists as if it's quintessential for the chef to be in this scenario. The problematic bar tender, whom doesn't even have a name to anyone's knowledge, closes a fist around the head of Sanji’s dick, tightening it slowly to see how much pressure would get the reaction he's so desperate to see. "Don’t be stubborn, be a little noisy or I might get bored.. or do i have to drag it out of you?"

A stupid question, but who could stop the poor guy for trying. If it's noise he wants he shouldn't expect moans or pleas or praise from Sanji. With the way his ring adorned fingers are being tangled in the springy brown curls below, anyone with sense can enable some foresight as to why he's beginning to grip the fist full of hair so tight. With a quick pull and shove, Sanji’s dick is jabbing at the warm corners of the brunette's slippery throat.

"Sacré bleu. Just shut up, already." Sanji’s fist doesn't ease up, even while his legs are being gripped and shallow nose exhales fail to release properly against his abdomen. He insists it's not yet time for the barman to flap his talkative lips. "And watch the teeth, damn it. I’m not running a meat eating contest."

Sounds of sloppy lapping and gags bounce from the still silence of the bar as Sanji leans back against a nearby tabletop, humming in satisfaction at the change of pace. In spite of his climbing arousal and the alarming amount of saliva spinning around his dick, he finds enough consideration for Mr.talks-alot's position and slowly pulls him off. Feeling his dick spring in release against the cool air, Sanji watches with disinterest as the man coughs "dramatically" and wipes his face displaying some level of amazement and shame.

"Goddamn.." his voice is stable and offended, yet his expression admits he's still curious about the limits of Sanji’s patience and frustration. I mean, he did care enough to give the man a break. 'He must be warming up to me.'

On the contrary; honestly, he's beginning to grow bored. "Oh, good, you're breathing." Sanji says with sarcastic enthusiasm. While inhaling another cloud of his half depleted blunt, he raises a swirled brow and gestures to his erection, awaiting its greeting without having to use his hands once again.

This time around, the bartender descends with a quick introduction, once again testing his weight on a thin sheet of ice. "By the way," he mumbled, knowingly irking the under-stimulated male above him. "You can call me asani." A name which Sanji isn't very likely to remember, but poor Asani doesn't know much about the cook other than his temperament and his size. He continues to press his folded, wet lips around Sanji’s rosy tip, rolling his head in circular seats between teasing laps and kisses, but he's only reaching half of the cook, and that'll never be enough. As he notices Sanji’s punitive hand reaching for his head for a second time, Asani sinks his cheeks in tighter and suffocates the soft, swollen skin. Light pink petunia hues gloss beneath clear bubbles of slobber with each inch he progresses over, swallowing the size of the judgmental man with hope filling his chest as much as his cheeks.

Before long, Sanji’s leaning his head back, eyebrows furrowed, eyelids closed, and lips sealed tightly. An expression of concentration which could easily be confused with frustration, or perhaps both, because even when Asani tried his best, Sanji knew he could do better. The average speed wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to be overwhelmed. He hoped to be given a challenge, have his knees wobble beneath him in front of a man whom he wouldn't kiss the hand of. He wanted to be forced to let go of asani's hair, have his hand slammed on the table behind him-- Sanji craved dominance.

Better said, perhaps, he craved Zoro.

With detectable irritation, Sanji sighs and puts away the remaining clip of his once enjoyable joint, tucking it away in his loose shirt pocket. "It’s fine." At this, Asani-- like a bemused puppy-- slowed his movements and looked up at Sanji. Hesitantly, he loosened his tongue's fixation on the throbbing vein stretching across the base of Sanji’s dick. "I’m wasting my time here." Sanji’s tone was instantly careless and detached as he began lighting his next blunt-- rosemary this time.

However, Asani wasn't in agreement with Sanji’s blatantly inconsiderate claim. He remained against the tiled floor with his fingers clutching the fabric pooling at Sanji’s ankles. Rather than assist him in fixing his appearance, he moved a palm to the back of Sanji’s hair printed thigh, letting his grip there make a point in explaining that he didn't feel the same. "If anything's being wasted it's your breath. Do you ever say anything interesting or are you just handsome for the attention?"

Sanji chuckles, unamused and peevish as he holds the rolled paper between his outstretched fingers, reaching down to pull up his briefs himself. Since Asani was proving to be a simple, bungling boy yet again. "I do both, glass cleaner," he claimed in a poorly attempted tone of calmness. "And I don't waste anything, but you might be worth tossing with how stupid you act."

★ ac1dl4v3 productions. all rights reserved, do not plagiarize.

[ka1-11]

Doodle of my oc:]Also ignore the fact that they don't have clothes sketched on,I wanted to send my friend a quick doodle of The oc being smug and forgot to take another,better picture of the finished doodle

Please so tell if you are interested in finding out more about them!You guys cab ask me anything and I will(maybe) draw them responding to it:D

-Also the text says "How I feel after I pulled a bad b!tch (she wants my head on a stick((basically the same thing)) )"