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bibleofficial · 1 year ago
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hot take but i love billboards they’re like the bathroom magazines of driving
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exopelagic · 8 months ago
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i will not panic abt my exams
#it will be fine actually#I’m stressed bc they’re in. a month now like a month from today and I’ll be done#but that just means I have a whole month to be making notes I can do a lot in a month#I’m going home on Friday which is stressing me out but it’s just one week I’ll go Friday and leave Saturday/Sunday#and if I can do a handful of lectures while I’m at home that’ll be a useful step no matter what#i can probably focus on like molecular ones which are easier to structure bc I just need to pull out the mechanisms#tomorrow I just gotta read up on two topics really and then I can write the dumb mock exam which I won’t be able to do at home bc its 4 hour#I hate that we have to do that especially bc it’s got shit evil questions but whatever#and I can’t feel bad abt being slow to get back into this bc im an animal with a body and it takes a while to get back into Anything#and I’m worried abt the exam yes bc of how it went last year when I was unprepared but 1) I won’t be THAT degree of unprepared this year#2) it is unlikely that i get as insanely unlucky as I did last year#fucking hell I just. don’t think I’m made for this kinda system I can’t make myself work in it#every single term of my degree so far I’ve been fighting to keep up with everything and had no time to properly prepare for the exams#and then scraped it by working off a baseline level of being good at putting ideas together quickly and strategically working last minute#on whatever will give me the best shot at getting what I need but that’s not possible in these two exams bc I have over 100 lectures to know#I can’t do 100 lectures in a month. it’s just not possible but what I can probably do is summarise some important bits for like half of them#I think I’m bad at the whole sustained effort on a big task over a long period of time#bc this is so huge that there’s no way for me to see progress or move on to anything new bc it’s just. a stack of 100 lectures to deal with#I HOPE I’m better at dealing with project next year bc i think it’ll be more task based#and like I can watch the lectures the first time round bc there’s a set thing to do and an end point#I have genuinely no idea how to approach this in a way that will be useful achievable AND get enough done within the time I have#anyway I can’t stress abt it now bc I have to go to the shop and then home to cook. so#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#luke.txt
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uzurakis · 5 months ago
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hi again!! (ik I just sent in a request I just had another one LMFAOOO) im back bc I got another request/idea!! jjk men (..yuta n Megumi 🙏 n whoever else u want :3) who got into a nasty argument (could be from ur argument post but it doesn’t have to be connected to that post!!) and then gets really injured on a mission right after the argument! it’s up to you if reader + jjk men end up making up, or it could end on a angsty route of them anxiously waiting for reader to wake up while trying to think to ways to apologize with regret; doesn’t rlly matter!! do what you want 😛😛
HEY, WAKE UP . . PLEASE?
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featuring: fushiguro megumi. gojo satoru. yuuta okkotsu.
n. first, i apologize this one took a very long time because i wanted to carefully hit the right spots and nail the each character. second, i only make 3 characters this time ‘cause each one of them is long enough to read. third, i wanna make you guys suffer <3 enjoy !!
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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
megumi’s fingers trembled as he reached out to touch your hand, the memory of his harsh words replaying in his mind. “why didn’t i see it coming?” he muttered to himself, voice hardly above a whisper. the guilt was suffocating, the feeling that he had failed you as a partner, both in life and on the field, gnawing at him relentlessly.
he hadn’t slept since you were brought in, eyes red and heavy, his emerald pupils weren’t evident anymore with the dark circles underneath a testament to his vigil. every beep of the monitors felt like a countdown, each passing second a reminder of how fragile everything was. he kept running through what he could have done differently, how he could have prevented this from happening.
“i’m sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking with emotion, repeating the words tremendously. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry—“
“i’m so sorry. i never meant for this to happen. i never wanted to hurt you.”
his mind was filled with images of your smile, your laughter, and the way your eyes would light up when you were happy. he wanted nothing more than to see you open your eyes, to hear your voice, to have the chance to make things right.
the silence in the room was oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the machines. megumi’s thoughts were a chaotic jumble of fear and determination. he knew he had to find a way to apologize, to show you that he cared more than he had ever managed to express. but how could he make up for the pain he had caused? how could he prove to you that he was truly sorry?
he squeezed your hand gently, as if the simple touch could convey all the words he struggled to find. “please wake up,” he pleaded softly. “i need to tell you how much you mean to me. i need to show you that i can do better. that i will do better. please, just wake up.”
as the hours dragged on, megumi’s resolve only strengthened. he would make things right, no matter what it took. the door to your room opened, but megumi didn’t look up. his focus was entirely on you, silently willing you to open your eyes. he wouldn’t leave your side until you did. he couldn’t. the weight of his regret was too heavy, his love for you too deep.
“please,” he whispered again, each syllable filled with desperation. “come back to me.”
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GOJO SATORU
“you’re always so damn reckless!” gojo had shouted, his voice echoing in the small office.
“maybe if you weren’t so arrogant all the time, you’d understand why!” you had snapped back, feeling the sting of his words cut deep.
now, the same guy sat by your hospital bed, his usually confident demeanor shattered. his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white, blood seeping from where his nails dug into his palms. the sight of you lying there, pale and unmoving, tore at his heart. he cursed himself repeatedly, the words tumbling out in a desperate, angry whisper.
“fuck, fuck, fuck!” he muttered, voice breaking. “why the hell did this have to happen? why couldn’t i fucking save you?”
he stared at your face, willing you to wake up, to give him some sign that you were still there with him. the argument replayed in his mind, each harsh word a dagger in his chest. he wanted to take it all back, to tell you how much he loved you and needed you.
“shit,” he hissed, slamming his fist into the armrest of the chair. “i’m supposed to be the strongest, but what the hell does that mean if i can’t even protect you?”
a hollow aching threatened to eat away at his chest, a gnawing remorse. tears blurred his vision as he looked at you, voice a broken whisper. “wake up. i want to apologize. i want you to know how sorry i am.”
the room was silent except for the steady beep of the heart monitor. gojo’s thoughts were a chaotic swirl of guilt, also his helplessness. he had faced countless curses and enemies without flinching, but this, seeing you like this, was unbearable.
he cursed again, the words raw and filled with pain. “damn it, why didn’t i stop you? why didn’t i fucking do something?”
his mind raced, trying to think of ways to make it right, to fix what had been broken. but all he could do was wait and hope. he reached out, gently taking your hand in his, his grip trembling.
“i’m so sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking. “i love you. please, just wake up. i don’t know what i’ll do if you don’t.”
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YUUTA OKKOTSU
yuta, who was normally expressive, was pale and drawn as he sat beside your bed. his voice was crushed by the weight of his remorse, and he was unable to speak. he was completely broken by the sight of you there, so still and vulnerable, in ways he never imagined. his fingers barely touched yours as he extended a shaking hand, fearing that the slightest touch could break you.
memories of the argument replayed in his mind, each moment seared into his consciousness. your angry words echoed in his ears, mingling with his own harsh retorts. he remembered the flash of hurt in your eyes, the way your voice had cracked when you told him you were done talking. he had let you walk away, his anger blinding him to the danger you were about to face.
tears welled up in yuta’s eyes, but he couldn’t let them fall. he had to be strong for you, even though you couldn’t sense a thing. the guilt gnawed at him, a relentless beast that whispered of his failures. he had promised to protect you, to be there for you, and yet here you were, injured and unresponsive, because he had let his anger get the better of him.
“it’s all my fault,” he grumbled, voice barely audible in the sterile room. “i should have stopped you. i should have been there.”
he stared at your face, willing you to wake up, to open your eyes and tell him it was okay. but you remained still, your breathing steady but shallow. yuta’s mind was a storm of regret and self-recrimination. he blamed himself for everything, convinced that his failure to resolve things before you left had led to this. if only he had followed you, things might have been different.
“wake up, please,” he begged, voice breaking. “you can’t do this to me..”
he felt a sob rising in his throat, but he swallowed it down, determined not to break in front of you. he had to be strong, even if it felt like he was falling apart inside. the thought of losing you was unbearable, a gap that threatened to swallow him whole.
“why did i let you go?” he murmured, his fingers tightening around yours. “why didn’t i fight for us?”
the minutes stretched into hours, each one an eternity as yuta sat by your side, his heart heavy with guilt and fear. he couldn’t imagine a life without you, couldn’t bear the thought that he might have lost you because of his own stubbornness.
“i’m sorry,” he whispered again, voice choked with emotion. he stayed there, silent and unmoving, the weight of his regret a constant presence. all he could do was wait and hope, praying that you would wake up and give him the chance to apologize, to tell you how much you meant to him. until then, he would sit by your side, holding on to the hope that you would come back to him.
“i love you. please, just give me a chance to make things right.”
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cannellee · 1 year ago
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I really love your Tokyo Revengers a/b/o-verse very much and there’s smth about it that’s satisfying.
If possible would it be ok for you to write head canons of Draken being the alpha is in a relationship with two sweet omega’s who’s Emma and Reader. I thought that this would be very interesting to look at!
Here’s some ideas…
- An A/O/O relationship in which one Omega (Emma Sano) is very anxious and gets depressed a lot when left alone so the Alpha suggests adding another Omega to the relationship so they won’t be as lonely anymore when the Alpha is busy. Both agreeing but being nervous as the Alpha tries to find an Omega that they think will be suitable and quickly becoming attached to a very sweet and cheerful Omega (the reader) …the Alpha being thrilled when their current Omega forms an immediate attachment to the new mate that they chose
- An A/O/O relationship and whenever one Omega (Reader) gets mad at the Alpha, the other Omega (Emma) almost always takes their side because they are extremely sensitive to their Omega mate’s distress and they get very upset with the Alpha for making them unhappy
Source copied from: https://www.tumblr.com/omegaversethings/154244909092/poly-relationship-headcanons (Im also new to the a/b/o-verse so that’s why I had to look through some sources so plz forgive me 🙏)
TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★
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୨୧ alpha! Draken x omega! Reader x omega! Emma
— tokyo revengers a/b/o headcanons (if it's too long you can start reading after the cut, the first part is not necessary to understand the rest of the fic)
my masterlist : ☆
(I love this request so much! I hope you like it!! btw I'm sorry for the long wait😭 I'll also probably do something similar in the future bc I'm not satisfied with what I wrote, but the idea is just so cute!!)
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emma and draken have been in a relationship over a year now.
draken was the one who started courting a very impatient emma and soon after they became inseparable.
both were very happy, a clear dynamic had settled between them.
emma had finished high school and planned to definitely stop her studies to focus on herself and her relationship, while draken worked at his bike shop the day and often participated in gang's meetings at night.
as emma's alpha, draken vowed to provide for his omega the most he could and to protect her until the very end.
he is very dedicated and takes care of emma the best he can.
that's why he rarely comes home, he's so focused on making sure he can guarantee emma's well being, making enough money she won't have to work herself.
and emma understands that, she's really moved by her alpha's motives, she's glad draken is here to cater for her.
but emma's stressed, she gets anxious rather easily and not having her alpha around most of the day is hard. especially since she spends most of her time alone.
sure she goes out a bit, sees some of her friends, but nothing can compares with a few hours with draken.
she desperately feels lonesome and out of things. her alpha wasn't there when she needed it and draken's absence, no matter how noble his intentions were, took a toll on emma's mood.
it didn't go unnoticed by draken though.
he was coming back from the shop, emma didn't know exactly when but only that it was pitch black outside, his hands black and greasy from fixing bikes. his white clothes only showed how hard he was working for the both of them, and this thought alone made emma feel even worse for unconsciously blaming draken's.
she knew he was doing all of that for her. draken never cared for anything else more than her.
when draken stepped inside, a sour smell straight away invaded his nostrils. so used to his sweet omega's flowery and sugary scent, he was stunned.
he immediately dropped all of his belongings and followed the scent that he was sure belonged to emma, worried sick and hoping nothing bad happened to her.
when he saw her, curled up in a messy nest, curtains and windows closed despite the heat and the horribly distressed smell she was emitting, draken's eyes softened and he relaxed a bit knowing she was there.
he approached slowly, making his presence known as to not alert his omega any further and spread his own pheromones. he hoped that would appease emma.
he then called her name quietly and carefully caressed her head. he took his time comforting her, making sure she knew he was here and was not planning on leaving her anytime soon.
and when she felt better and her crying had stopped, draken urged her to spill everything she's been bottling up. his instincts were screaming at him to resolve and fix anything that was wrong in his sweet omega's life.
and when she did, draken's whole world went crashing down. he hated not taking care better of his omega who eagerly needed him, he thought he had done everything right. sadly, he couldn't just suppress some of his work hours ; he had to make sure emma could count on him in terms of incomes, make sure he could feed her, assure her a roof and a stable life.
he was torn apart and couldn't come up with a conclusion that would satisfy his omega. draken who was ordinarily so composed and thoughtful couldn't stop his brain from fidgeting.
upon hearing his mate crying, draken came out with a solution. he didn't know whether this would please emma and he wasn't sure himself if his idea was going to work anyways.
if his omega was so lonely, what's better than a new companion? he carefully explained his thoughts, that he was busy and that it wouldn't change, no matter how much he wished he could spend his days clinging to his omega.
emma didn't appear offended, they both had often brought up adding someone to their little pack and she seemed to be seriously considering this idea.
though hesitant at first, she agreed and asked draken to find a suitable omega for them...
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when draken first met you, you were visiting the bike shop he was working at, hoping to find a few pieces to fix your brother's motorbike.
you looked absolutely clueless and shyly asked draken to help you out.
he was tall, and strong and exuded a really strong aura that made your knees tremble.
to say draken was definitely your type is an understatement, in fact, he probably was everything you were looking for in an alpha.
you ending up with emma and draken was due to a serie of unexpected events, leading you to coincidentally meeting draken multiple times in the streets and chatting for a bit, before eventually meeting his omega, emma.
she was the sweetest and you guys clicked instantly. sharing the same interests and tastes, you found out you both had a lot in common.
you found yourself hanging out with her more often, with draken or not, depending on his work days.
draken noticed a change in emma not long after you started hanging out. uncharacteristically of her, she reached out to you and initiated your outings. having a friend to fill her lonely days seemed to lift up her mood considerably.
her alpha was so relieved to see such a change in her. his worries persisted, but he knew it was only a matter of time before you completely healed emma.
he was glad he found you and emma was ecstatic each time he mentioned your name, becoming more and more enthusiastic when the three of you met up.
the more you guys met, the more draken and emma knew you were the perfect match for them.
and now you & emma were practically always together.
wherever you went, you could be sure emma was as well. she was not leaving you anytime soon.
you guys spent most of your days inside, cuddling with each other and draken would always fondly watch the scene, happy with how well you suited each other.
emma and you were now the 2 most precious people for him, and he was glad you were there for one another. now he didn't feel as guilty for leaving you so often and knew you had each other to rely on0.
now your daily life is filled with warmth, laughter and a lot of cuddles.
draken loves scenting you both and emma especially likes it when you smell just like her. now draken has put his claim on the both of you and you couldn't be happier.
when you guys are cuddling, you're either in draken's soft embrace while emma is attached to his side, or you're emma's little spoon while draken is hugging her.
in those moments your pheromones are all mixing up to form one single scent that emma can't get enough of. she's purring so loudly and draken is just releasing the best protective pheromones you could ask for. it makes you feel so safe!
the softness of it all reminds you of your first couring gifts. you had learned emma was very strict during the courting process, she didn't let draken give you anything that didn't get her approval ; she wanted to impress you and show you that they were perfect for you & could make you happy!
emma knows how to sew, so she made you all sorts of things. from clothes to blankets, you can't even count the amount of gifts the both gave you.
even now, emma gifts you all sort of things all the time.
when the three of you are out, emma is usually grabbing at your arm and guiding you wherever. you both don't have a care in the world when draken has been scenting you for a few minutes before going out and especially since he's right behind you looking all big and menacing. he's your private guard dog and nobody even dares looking your way.
now you and emma rarely get into arguments, you both nag a little but that's about it.
however, it's a different story when draken is involved.
you remember the day of your 1st anniversary, you went out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate it. but draken had to ruin it all and leave early because of work >:(
the moment he came home after finishing his urgent matters, he was excluded from your nest and couldn't join you.
you made him sleep on the couch and forgave him a few days later after countless of apologies and gifts from him.
emma is always one to follow you no matter what.
the day draken forgot to bring home your favourite snack while you were the most sick you ever were, your scent had never been this sour.
looking back, it was a bit exaggerated but your sick state made you more sensitive than usual!
your displeased pheromones made emma upset as well and she nagged draken for you since you weren't able to.
her solidarity with you is unbreakable and you love that about her.
a life with the both of them is indeed hectic but they take such good care of you. your mates are so devoted you wouldn't trade them for anything <3
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leclerced · 10 months ago
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kinda dubious consent but also… not ?
landos girl has been exploring things and voyeurism / slave play has been one of them . she doesn’t know that her and landos accounts are linked so he knows she’s googling things. one night he gathers all his friends around (playing cards , drinking , laughing , the works) and lando signs his girl up to be… entertainment. it’s oscar , logan , carlos , daniel and max v. and he tells her to undress and start touching herself in front of everyone. it ends up with everyone cumming on her tits then lando takes her to the shower and cleans her up with proper aftercare but she is dripping and begging lan to fuck her against the shower wall
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ok sorry for the delay i just got home from work nd im cooking dinner. love this sm. adding a read more for dubcon warning
lando knows she likes being watched, seen the way she gets when his friends are watching them in the club. she’ll shift so her dress rides up her thighs and lando’s hand slips further up, teasing the hem of her dress, daring him to slip his fingers under and feel how wet she’s gotten for him.
he stumbles upon the searches one day when it autofills a website link and he clicks on it out of curiosity. he immediately begins hatching a plan to put her in the exact scenario as the one described. it’s put on the back burner for weeks or months bc its mid season, but then summer break rolls around and they’re all back home for a few weeks. lando invites the guys over for hang out. lando's got a round table for game nights and they’re all sitting around it when he calls out for her. she’s wearing pajama shorts and one of his shirts, peeks her head in to ask if they need snacks or anything. he beckons her into her room with the wave of his hand and she follows his direction and moves to stand by his chair, resting a hand on his shoulder. she asks what he needed and he lifts her onto the table in front of him, saying he wants her to touch herself. she thinks he’s joking at first and laughs, but then he’s like, “c’mon don’t you wanna give ‘em a show?” she tries to look around to gauge their reactions, wondering if lando somehow found out about her little secret fantasy, or if he’s just drunk too much, wondering if he spoke to anyone else about this, or if they’re all as confused as she is. he guides her to look back at him with a soft hand on her jaw and says, “look at me, just me. they don't matter, yeah? just focus on me." as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, she automatically lifts her hips so he can tug them down. he'd smirk because she wasn't wearing any panties and say smth cheeky about it.
he’d tell her to touch herself, show them how bad she wants him. she’s not usually very shy with lando, but with an audience she’s suddenly… a little more reserved. lando puts his hands on her thighs and pushes them apart and guides her hand to her center. lando would tell her exactly what to do, tell her to pretend it’s his hand and part her lips, swirl her finger around her clit. he’d tease her for already being wet, for visibly getting wetter as he commands her. she’d go slow and be quiet at first, until lando was telling her to stop muffling her moans and speed up, or he’d take over because he knows she’ll be more reactive to his touch. making her finger herself while he rubs her clit, or even pushing her back on the table and eating her out.
he’d make her beg to cum, make her beg his friends and wait until all the other driver’s eagerly gave their approval until he told her she could cum each time. he’d praise her and tell her how good she is while he’s eating her out and fingering her, but also talk to his friends about how good she is and tastes. he’d ask his girlfriend if she wants to watch them get off while she touches herself and she practically begs them to. can imagine daniel would be the one to ask if he can cum on her first, and she turns into a whimpering mess begging lando to let him and he’s like, “why stop with danny? want to let them all paint your pretty tits? go ahead boys, give my girl what she wants.”
and omg imagine her crying in the shower bc she wants to be fucked so bad and lando’s being all sweet and trying to clean her up and she can’t think about anything but how bad she wants him. he turns to grab her body wash and loofa and when he turns back she’s got tears in her eyes and looks like she’s in pain. instantly, he’s super worried he fucked up and she wasn’t into it but did it for him and he asks whats wrong, drops the loofa and sets the body wash back on it’s shelf to cup her cheeks and make sure she’s okay. her voice would crack and she just whines and grabs his wrist, dragging it down between her legs as she spreads them and begs him to fuck her. his mind does a complete 180, going from worried back to turned on in seconds and he’d start teasing her, pressing his thumb to her clit as he asks her what’s gotten her so wound up? says he’s trying to clean her up and take care of her and she’s so fucked out, she just whines and begs more, sliding back against the slick tile wall as lando smirks down at her.
he’d give in easily, lifting one leg to rest on his hip as he sinks into her and she just starts babbling thank you over and over, whining his name and praising him and his cock for filling her so well. he’d degrade her a little for being so turned on just from being watched, from his friends cumming all over her. call her his little slut and it makes her clench around him as she whines pitifully. he wouldn’t have ever thought he’d be this into it, but the way she’s so fucked out and desperate for him makes him want to have his friends over weekly so he’ll get to keep seeing her like this for him.
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plumbus-central · 1 year ago
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How did you develop your art style? Like how did you find your own voice in your art?
Oh what an interesting question, I never expected to asked abt my art!
Honestly i took a while to think abt this question, and I think a lot i've done about developing my own art style came from seeing things i liked in other people's art and copying it lol.
For instance when i was in the [REDACTED] fandom when i was a young teen there was a very popular artist who used gradients in their work to add depth and color and i liked it a lot, so i started doing it in my work too.
A few years ago i started following an artist and really liked their work bc they had such a strong grasp of color, shape, gesture, and line. And they used these strong, thick lines to fill out the form of their work, but i noticed that the lines often didn't touch and that it didn't matter bc you could still understand and make out the form of whatever they drew just fine. So i decided to stop worrying abt MY lines touching either lol. which is how i ended up with those sort of ghost constructions of figures and shapes i do sometimes.
I can vividly remember seeing a comic on tumblr ONCE where i saw a character have just a line for a mouth that went off their face and i just stared at that panel for a while trying to figure out why i liked it so much lol until i realized it was their expression that i liked. So i kept that in my head, and a few years later i realized that i had started using it in my art too.
Another aspect that has influenced my art is exploring other media and being challenged by my own interests. Like when i was a teen i was very into steven universe and my own ocs. which was fine but didn't challenge me too much artistically. Then in college i got into bojack horseman, and specifically my favorite character was herb kazzaz, a short, fat man with a beard. Completely out of my comfort zone to draw, but i wanted to draw him so bad! so i figured it out!
(some of u might actually be familiar w/ my boajck horseman sideblog @hambone-fakenameington , it hasnt been updated in a while cause im on that rick and morty shit right now lol). But now i have to skills to draw these things by way of my interests in the character.
My fixation with rick and morty was actually so strong at first that i was drawing like crazy, which eventually taught me to focus on and hone my skills with gesture, thumbnailing, and composition bc i wanted to draw so many ideas at once that i couldn't spend too long on each one. (and it also gave me lots of practice). Thanks to my interest in R&M ive also developed skills in drawing very skinny bodies lol, but also on pushing expressions and gestures to extremes that i never used to!
Hell even just trying to figure out how to take features and details from characters in something and translate them into YOUR style can be a big learning and growing experience. (u can see in my old art it took me a while to get rick to look right)
So i guess the overall is that seeking out and consuming media is always important bc you can take a lot of inspiration from something without even realizing it. (honestly if ur feeling stagnant in ur art watching/reading something new can be a good way to jog ur brain). And taking a good look at the art you enjoy and trying to figure out WHY u like it, and what elements are stick out to u. Then seeing if you can bring those elements into ur own art and see if it's successful to u to explore it.
as far as voice goes um.... i guess what's become important to me is that u gotta know when to cut corners lol. like a hand doesn't ALWAYS need to be perfectly formed, like it can be a squiggle and it might even look better for it. sometimes loose and sloppy looks good for what ur doing and sometimes heavily defined and carefully lined work is necessary but i gotta remember that the clean art is built on the back of the sloppy studies. and stray lines, warped perspective, and unaligned facial elements can give a lot of character to a work that might otherwise seem bland and stiff.
thank you so much for the question it was fun to take a look at my work and reflect on how i got to what i have as a style now! R&M has honestly done A TON for my art style and drawing abilities that i didn't realize till now.
Also worth mentioning bc i forget how much of my life i share w/ you guys but i also have BFA in Illustration with a focus in Animation Arts and Sequential Art.
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extra-anchovyz · 2 years ago
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Thinking too much on things as usual
But it's worth it cause it means something to me alot
Thinking about how when i was a teen all i wanted was for my art to be viewed by as many ppl as possible cause for me it meant a form of freedom and proof that i was a living individual. Cause it was a contrast to the cloistered and isolated environment i grew up within my abusive family home.
But now that im 2 years shy of 30 and have been living away from that toxic environment for like 7 years now ( i think about 2 years of finally cutting complete contact from my parents and brother) : i realized i just need like a handful of ppl to see my art. My partner and close friends. And it gives me the same sense of being seen and appreciated as when i was a teen and had hundreds or thousands of strangers see my art. I think part of it is cause of the current nature of art communities online is so like..how do i word this. Everyone views each other like some resource to get inspired off of, to just take things all for the sake of their own art growth. And I'd watch multiple times see artists who pioneer a certain look or concept and then that look gets ripped so many times that now its considered a common overdone look that everyone does But meanwhile that first artist is drowning in biils and debt and no one knows who they are and some of them have left online spaces completely. So it's kinda like..how do i word it...gaining recognition online feels empty
Either yer lucky and you get the popularity to be able to capitalize on it and live off it. Or yer stuff you put so much personal love and flavor into to gets taken and replicated thousands of times while yer left in the dust to get eaten alive by predatory systemic structures.
It's why i feel like im only able to keep going as an artist cause of seperating my commission work from my personal art completely.
I accept that my commission work will be seen by thousands of strangers and possibly ripped to hell and back, but i focus on trying to portray client's ocs as accurately as i can so that the style is boring but the content is what matters.
As for my personal art, ive just completely taken it off from public spaces, the old ones it's too much trouble to scrub it from my deviantart and tumble accounts, so it's just the newer art that will remain secret and private. And it's helped me to protect my own sense of identity as an artist.
Made me think alot on what makes me an individual and I realized that it wasnt about trying to create a unique look but by how personal meaningful the content is to me, and bc of it being infused so heavily by my personal preferences and decisions: it does naturally become a unique look cause it's like a visual representation of what makes up the contents of my heart and mind
And that's about as close as i could get to having a visual manifestation of my individuality i think.
I still havent let go of my childhood desires of sharing comic stories cause
Sharing stories i think continues to be something that always feel human and important to me
And i know for sure being able to read other ppls stories is so important to my living experience. So i guess i want to be able to reciprocate that experience towards others too.
Hm and going back on how everyone just rips off stuff for their own personal growth. I realized something after so many years: growth isn't all that as i thought.
I thought improving and getting to "professional art level" was the main purpose as an artist
But now im like idk
Fuck professionalism ? It's made up construct and highly tied to capitalism
Like you'll naturally grow from experiencing the world and learning how to portray what you wanna portray better.
But im starting to love beginner artist's work more than professionals and experienced artists. Just feels like there's actual souls remaining in their work.
Also obsession with perfect faces and anatomy is starting to annoy and grate me in ways thats hard to explain.
I guess one way i can explain it is, it feels so elitist but also inaccurate. Everyone on average got asymmetric faces and then if yer born with disabilities or deformities than yer faces are the ones that artists think they drew wrong and want to fix
And i just feel like
Fuck that ??? There's nothing wrong with those faces
Its fucking stupid and vile trying to draw "perfect" faces
Disgusting get that obsession away from me
It feels so destructive
I can't describe it
I know im just a heavily mentally ill artist and individual so i tend to look too deeply into the shadows like this but
It helps me understand what's important to me and what i want to keep alive in myself
And what i feel is: perfect professional art makes me want to throw up cause of how heavily its been tied to capitalism and ableism and racism and so many isms.
I dont want to villainize the artists behind it cause hell i feel like im part of that crowd too with my commission art especially. We gotta do what we gotta do to pay the bills. But it's the mentality, the community obsession that im specifically talking about.
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dilucsfav · 2 years ago
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guys this wasn’t a request but i kinda really wanted to do kazuha bc hhhhvhh he’s so soft and sweet and so pretty just.
I PROMISE I’LL ANSWER AND WRITE THE REQUESTS AND ASKS SOONN, but they’re all cyno requests (i love writing about him, dont get me wrong! but i don’t wanna write too much bc i’d hate for you guys to get tired of the cyno writing)
kazuha hcs and scenarios!!
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warning(s): fluff, not much nsfw but it’s there,, SLIGHT angst in one of the hcs
okay but if kazuha lived in 2022 with us, he would listen to cavetown. im right idc. imagine him listening to juliet and lemon boy and AHDHJHJ
^^ stop imagine sharing an earbud with him and his head is just resting on your shoulder or your head is resting on his. wtf pls. hawdusukhfebsfekj.
his pet names for you would be like "my flower," "my sweetheart," "my (Y/N)." he loves saying my before your name or before a pet name.
leaf dates?? stop he would literally walk around and point out leaves to you and tell you the name of them and what it means to him. hes so cute wtf.
HE WOULD LITERALLY TEACH YOU ORAGAMI BUT WITH LEAVES.
oh my god and then you get him a little scrapbook with a bunch of nature things for his birthday?? stop he would fall in love with you all over again
when you two are out looking at nature, kazuha would be the one showing you honeysuckles and teaching you how to drink the nectar shit from them (please thank my wonderful and amazing partner for that headcanon).
^^ and then when you accidentally break one, he'd totally laugh at you but then give you that soft smile of his
^^ "Ahh, let's try that again, my (Y/N)."
the way kazuha would wake up in the mornings and kiss you awake. WITH A KISS ON YOUR FACE BETWEEN EACH OF HIS WORDS.
"Time- to- wake up- my- sweetheart." before kissing your lips hundreds of times. HJHJDHABH.
his favorite places to kiss are your palms, the back of your hands, the insides of your hands, your fingertips, your wrists and shoulders.
he loves your arms, clearly. (its because he loves holding your hands, it gives him a sense of warmth and comfort)
i can imagine when he reads or does studies of any kind, he wear glasses and he'd need them to focus on whatever he’s working on.
imagine he’s sitting and so concentrated on his book with his eyebrows knitted together. like he just looks like a big and relaxed teddy bear
if kazuha gets upset or mad with you, he’ll never try to yell or even raise his voice. he’s so soft and gentle when speaking to you, even when there’s conflict !!
you were the person who was beside him whilst he was coping with tomo’s death. that helped a lot with how comfortable he was with you :((
nsfw:
soft switch?? but i can understand some soft dom vibes too idk he’s a tough cookie to crack ;;
it doesn’t matter how angry he is or stressed or whatever- he’s always gentle. yes, maybe when he’s stressed he needs a little more oral or multiple rounds, but he’s never mean during sex
while he’s putting it in, he’ll take your hair and lift your head up, kissing up and down your neck and shoulder.
his hands are never off of you— whether they be on your hips, legs, back— they’re always somewhere
or if you’re putting it in him—
he moans in bed. and whines. i am never wrong.
can you tell i love kazuha??
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missallsundaes · 3 years ago
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okay my first request cause im thirsty-
they can be both as one or as separate pieces but i need nfsw-
cum play / breeding kink corazon bc im thursty
You come to me and ask me for one of my top 3 husbands and i say to you, yes of course please have this piece that I accidentally made about twice as long as i meant to.
Rosinante Donquixote x Reader — NSFW
CW: Breeding kink, size difference, fingering, praise, impregnation, cream pies
WC: 1798
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Rosinante locked the door behind him, clicking his fingers and casting his power over your shared room, leaving the two of you in a safe barrier, away from the suspicion of the Donquixote family. He tossed his feather coat over the chair by the bookcase in the room, still not saying a word as he kicked off his shoes and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Rosi?” You said softly, wondering what had gotten into him, following the blonde with your eyes as he took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. You couldn’t read his face, especially since he was avoiding your eye contact, “Rosinante?” You tried again.
He looked up at you this time, smiling, his shirt open now exposing his chest, “Darling you are just,” He groaned, and you raised an eyebrow at him, laying on your side in the bed, just a nightgown on your form, “You’re beautiful.” His deep voice rumbled in your chest, sending waves of arousal straight through you. He tossed his shirt to the ground by the bed, climbing in and placing a knee on either side of your body, hands propping himself over you on the bed, his height apparent even more now that he was towering over you. You shifted your weight to your back as he leaned over you, looking up to his face.
“What’s gotten into you, Rosi?” You asked, running your fingers along his strong jawline.
“Just.. seeing the way you were taking care of the children today..” He spoke, leaning down to kiss your exposed skin, kissing your shoulders and collarbone, “Makes me want kids of our own.”
You hadn’t even realized he was watching you, it was just your job to watch the children, and you hadn’t done anything special. You knew he acted like he hated them to try and dissuade them from joining the family, but you also knew, like you and him that some of them didn’t have a choice in the matter. Plus his growing fondness for Law was evident to you.
You moaned as he caught your throat gently between his teeth, nipping your sensitive skin to tease you into arousal for him. “I would love to have children of our own,” You said, breathless as he shifted his weight to paw at your breast through your nightgown. “But what about--” your breath caught in your throat as his hand found your nipple, “What about not bringing kids into the family?”
“I.. have plans for that,” He said, leaving it at that, his mouth finding more important things to focus on, in this case the nipple he had exposed from your gown, sucking on the perk bud while he fondled your other breast with his free hand.
You moaned as he teased your nipples, your hands finding his toned back and running fingers along his muscles, “W-what’s the plan?” You stuttered out between breath, feeling the growing moisture between your legs.
“Well, for now I’m going to pump you so full of my cum that you’ll definitely get pregnant,” He said, lifting his face to make eye contact with you. You shivered, your thighs pressing together and putting pressure on your sex. “We just have to make sure you’re good and wet for me first, I don’t want to hurt you.”
It was hardly the first time you two had sex, but the thought of the nearly ten foot tall man bottoming out inside of you was enough to make your pussy clench in anticipation, knowing how it felt to have his cock stretch you to your limit.
He shifted his weight to his legs, leaning back on his heels and running his hands down your body, tracing the lace on your nightgown as he did so. He pulled at the bottom hem, hoisting it up to your stomach, exposing your panties to him. He slid his finger over your clothed slit, feeling the moisture between your labia already soaking through the cotton.
“Good girl, already wet for me,” He praised you, his cheeks flushed, watching you as your hands found your breasts, exposing your second breast to him, and toying with your nipples as he touched you. He pulled down your panties, rolling them over your hips and down your legs, until you could pull your feet out of them, and they were soon tossed to the side.
He ran his fingers again along your slit, swiping  across your clit as he did so and making you call out a moan into the room. He smiles, slipping his finger across again, lubricating his digit before focusing with precision on your clit, tracing circles around your nerves and making you thrust up against his finger.
“Please, inside,” You moaned as he rubbed quick circles on your nerves, your hips eagerly moving against his fingers, craving the friction.
“Oh, ready already?” He says, toying with your entrance with the tip of his middle finger, sliding it inside you and beginning a slow thrust of his hand, occasionally making beckoning motions inside of you. His long slender finger inside you made you moan and withe under him. He leaned down to steal your lips in a kiss, his finger sliding out of you and when it returned inside you it was accompanied by another, you moaned into his mouth as he stretched you with scissoring motions, occasionally twisting his wrist to stimulate you. He pulled from your lips again, sitting back on his heels.
His free hand found your clit with his thumb, still thrusting into you with his fingers, his thumb keeping the rhythm of his fingers, your cunt making obscene sloppy wet noises against his hand. He slid a third finger into you, his thumb holding down his pinky to thrust into your sopping pussy with purpose, his fingers stretching you deliciously, making you moan out loudly into the silenced room.
“You’re so beautiful, dammit,” He said, watching you as your hands played with your hard nipples, spurring your own pleasure in time to his hands as they worked on you. Your head thrown back in pleasure, hair spread around your face like a halo. He bit his lip, his achingly hard cock still straining against the inside of his trousers, a damp patch of presumed soaking through the white material. “Are you ready for me, mi Amor,” He asked, taking his hand away from your clit to unbutton his trousers clumsily.
You looked up at him, nodding, “I think so, Rosi,” you moaned, he slid his fingers out and they shone slick and wet in the light of your room. He held them to your mouth and you sucked on each of his fingers, wrapping your tongue around his digits as you did so, and he moaned softly, the stimulation driving him crazy.
He pulled the hand away, pulling his trousers and underwear down, his cock springing free, the tip glistening with excitement as it stood to attention for you. He sat, his back against the wall, and patted his thigh, an invitation for you to climb on top and ride him.
You moved across the bed, kneeling over his cock and lowering yourself gently onto him, using his shoulders to steady your motions, groaning as your lips stretched to accommodate his huge girth. You slid down a couple inches, stopping to let yourself get used to his length, Corazon groaning and making deep eye contact with you as you eased him farther into you, holding his hands on your hips, holding himself back from fully thrusting into you with his full length.
“Nnn, Querida,” He moaned as you slid further down his length, biting your lip and stifling your moans as you eased him inside you, “Fuck, you’re so tight for me.”
You leaned forward, sinking teeth into his shoulder as you rocked your hips down to the last inches of his cock, buried inside of you until the hilt, stretching you to your limit, he let you adjust a moment before using his hands on your hips to rock you back and forth against him, stimulating you both without withdrawing from deep inside you. You let go of him with your teeth as you got used to his size and started to moan and feel the waves of pleasure from his stimulation.
You moved your hands under his arms, wrapping them around his shoulders and pressing your chest into his, beginning to rock your hips against him in the time that he was rolling your hips with his hands. You lifted your hips, sliding up his thick length before impaling yourself on him again. He groaned a deep throaty moan for you, waiting so long to feel himself deep inside your wet, tight cunt.
He held you close in the new position, arms crossed over your back as you fucked yourself on his length, his forehead pressed to yours, “I’m going to fill you with so much cum that there is no way you won’t get pregnant,” He groaned, voice low, his brown eyes sparkling with his passion and love for you.
“I’ll take it all,” You moaned, rolling your hips as you met his upward thrusting, feeling your walls clench around him, the twitching inside you, edging you ever closer to the sweet release of your orgasm.
“Are you going to come for me, Querida?” He moaned, his hips moving on their own, thrusting in deep solid motions, “Do you want my cum inside you? Do you want me to fuck you until you’re dripping?”
You nodded quickly against his forehead, his words pushing you over the edge, your moans getting louder, the limit within you snapping as your pleasure pushed the threshold over into an orgasm.
“Fuuuuck,” You cried, “Please cum inside me, give me a baby, Rosinante.”
He grinned, fucking you harsher, chasing his orgasm as your cunt spasmed and tightened over his cock, you felt his huge length twitch inside you, beginning his released. “You’re so tight, I’m pressed against your cervix, you’ll have no choice but be pregnant,” He moaned, his cum filling you to the brim as the hot rope of seed coated you from the inside.
You collapsed against his chest, laying your head against his shoulder, moisture from your sweat mixing with his. You both caught your breath for a moment, his length still deep inside you.
“Gods that was good,” You sighed against him, getting comfortable against his chest and closing your eyes.
He suddenly flipped you over, making you shriek, your back against the bed again and your partner towering over you, a grin on his face.
You felt him getting hard inside of you again, “I said I wasn’t going to stop until you were pregnant, didn’t I? That was just round one.”
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iwaisa · 4 years ago
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request. trynna think of a request for u rn 🧏‍♀️ how ab tsukki w a best friend who’s so grade conscious bc ppl have high expectations of them n one day she breaks down bc she b afraid of failure n he’s like .......ok ill comfort them bc theyre my best friend but im also secretly in love w them trope😝 definitrly not because this reminds me of a certain someone who is not myself and i definitrly dont need to hear this😭 - @tsukisemi​
a/n. sue you are a GENIUS I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG BRAIN. i absolutely adore best friends to lovers/childhood friends to lovers tropes they make me so happy ugh once again THANK YOU
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- pairing. tsukishima x female reader (pronouns not specifically stated, but there is ma’am lol)
- warnings. make out session! lol oops. suggestive content
- word count. 1.8k+
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it was a friday evening, and you found yourself studying at kei tsukishima’s house. again. no matter how many times you tried to convince him to do other things while hanging out in the warmth of his bedroom, he always insisted that academics came before baking and movies.
the two of you have been friends since your last year of junior high, after yamaguchi was too busy looking up at his tall companion to realize another figure was about to collide with him. the two of you made contact with the ground, before jumping up to apologize quickly.
tsukishima found himself instantly infatuated with you - you were gorgeous. your breathtaking eyes, the way your school uniform seemed to fit just perfectly, the way he imagined your smaller hands and fingers slotting in between his - he was absolutely intrigued. yamaguchi would say love at first sight, the taller male would call him ridiculous.
the three of you instantly clicked, with you and yamaguchi being the more talkative ones of the trio. tsukishima acted as a parental figure, scolding you two constantly for doing things you weren’t supposed to.
upon overhearing a conversation with sensei that you would be heading to karasuno for high school - the same place tsukishima and yamaguchi were planning on going - he let out a breath he never knew he was holding in. he continued listening to sensei urging you to plan on going somewhere more academic based - like shiratorizwa or fukurōdani. you put it simply that you would rather go somewhere more balanced. sensei was hesitant before he approved of your plans.
you had always been good at doing homework and classwork, but you weren’t so good at taking tests. they intimidated you, making you worry that you would end up receiving something lower than a B+. tsukishima and yamaguchi knew of course, since the two of you held frequent study sessions at each others’ houses. this tradition carried on even when the three of you made it into karasuno, just not as frequently due to the boys’ volleyball practices.
today, however, yamaguchi was helping yachi teach kageyama and hinata english since tsukishima blatantly refused. the two of you headed back to his house, and instantly began flipping through your textbooks. he was quietly scribbling words and numbers on his papers, seemingly flying through assignments. you were sat on his bed, stuck on one section in particular.
“why the hell is ap chemistry so hard?” you sighed, scratching your scalp. tsukishima turned his head to see you rubbing your eyes, which adorned deep blue bags underneath. he sighed, putting his pencil down as he walked to sit on the edge of the bed alongside you. he looked over your shoulder, reading the complex chemical equations. “you know this one, l/n. you got it.” 
you shook your head quickly, “no, i don’t tsukki. i have no idea what i’m doing and sensei literally didn’t even teach us this. see, this is why i’m glad i didn’t end up going to an academy because this would be ten times harder. i hate that people are always assuming i can handle this with ease. i can’t.” you finished, blinking back tears.
tsukishima sighed, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses before readjusting them to focus on the question. he began rubbing his finger over the numbers, slowly explaining each process. you were surprised he was being kind, but you didn’t want to take this soft moment for granted. you simply nodded your head, hurriedly scribbling down what he was saying in your notebook.
“tell you what,” he turned, looking into your eyes. “if you can do these next four questions by yourself, i’ll give you something i’ve been meaning to for a while.” you tilted your head, “tsukki, my birthday was months ago.” he chuckled, getting up to sit in his chair, which was now facing you. “i’m aware.” the two of you stared at each other for a while, before you turned your attention back to your textbook.
using tsukishima’s explanations and whatever strategies you learned from sensei, you flew through two of the questions with ease, getting stuck on the third one. tsukishima explained once more, telling you to use a different equation for the next two. you nodded, finally understanding.
the next two questions were hard to figure out, but you finally got through them. you placed your pencil in between the crease of the pages, looking up to tsukisima expectedly. when he didn’t move, you were confused. did he just trick you into doing homework?
tsukishima gulped, attempting to calm his erratic heart and shaky legs. was he ready for this? no, he wasn’t. but even as yamaguchi said; he’s been putting this off for long enough. he knew he liked you, but had no idea just what to do about it. he knew he would be jeopardizing your friendship in some way, but tsukishima couldn’t deny that he wanted some sort of affectionate skinship to happen between the two of you.
he released his lower lip from his teeth before shaking his head. he stood up, walking towards you with slight hesitation. he plopped himself next to you, your shoulders brushing against each other. tsukishima lifted his glasses off his nose before leaning forward, pressing a quick peck to your lips.
your mouth fell open, and your eyes widened more than you believed they ever could. your face exploded with heat, and you began spewing out incoherent words. he stood up, returning to his seat. “tsukki?” you asked in disbelief. “yes?” he responded, seemingly unphased. “w-what was that?” he watched you run your middle and forefinger over your lips, “my gift.” your jaw dropped open once more, earning a rare chuckle from your blond friend. or maybe, not a friend anymore.
“if you finish the next four questions, i’ll give you another one. if you want,” his last words were muffled by the back of his hand. you smiled at the sight; tsukishima, the most stoic boy you’ve ever met, was embarrassed. nonetheless, you were going to earn another kiss from your friend, not to mention the boy you’ve been in love with for the past two years.
you were quick to pick up your pencil, reading the questions as quickly as possible. “and don’t rush either, idiot,” tsukishima jested. you stuck your tongue out at him, feeling your heart flutter as he let out a soft chuckle.
you made sure to complete each question thoroughly, wondering if you would get extra points for doing more work. tsukishima stood over your figure, eyes scanning over each question. he pointed at one, “the equation was right, but check your calculations again.” you sighed, turning back to the book. 
tsukishima bent over, pressing a light kiss atop your head, making you jolt in surprise. he staggered back holding his chin, and you stood up waving your hands frantically. he held his hand up to stop your word-vomit, letting a light chuckle escape his lips.
you pressed your lips in a line, sitting back down. you began calculating the equation once more, finally coming up with the right answer. “there you go. see? you only have four questions left now.” you lifted your chin expectedly, watching him squat in front of you. you pursed your lips as he began to lean in, pressing teasing kisses to both of your cheeks. you groaned in annoyance, before sandwiching his face in between your palms. “stop teasing,” you muttered sternly. “yes ma’am,” he joked, finally closing the distance between you two.
this kiss was a tad bit more passionate, the two of you moving your lips together excitedly. it would’ve been a make out session, if tsukishima had not pulled away with a grin. “last four questions.” he smirked at you before standing up, returning to his chair once more.
these questions were possibly the worst. there were multiple equations in each separate question, and it left you wondering why someone would ever want to major in chemistry. tsukishima watched your face contort into borderline anger, your lower lip between your teeth. he swiftly stood up, placing himself next to you on the bed. he reached his arm around you, rubbing circles into your lower back as you continued writing the wrong equations.
“here,” he spoke up finally, removing the pencil from your grasp. he began writing in a clear fashion which numbers were to be plugged in where, and it finally clicked for you. he glanced at your profile, watching your mouth fall open. he smiled to himself as he watched you solve the equations with ease, his hand never leaving your back.
you finally finished, looking up at the blond with long-awaited anticipation. “you’re eager,” he whispered, his eyes becoming soft. his gaze flickered between yours and your plush lips - the one’s he’s been waiting to feel on his for so long. and the feeling wasn’t disappointing. they felt amazing, and he was on cloud nine. a little voice that sounded like yamaguchi resonated in tsukishima’s head saying, “finally.”
the two of you began moving forward at a slow pace, until you gripped onto his shirt pulling him into you to finally close the gap. this kiss was definitely not like the last ones. this one was ferocious; two pining friends finally earning exactly what they’ve been patiently waiting for. 
tsukishima’s right hand made its way to your hip, prompting you to lay down. he hovered over you, not once pulling away. your tongue brushed against the seam of his lips, and he eagerly allowed your tongue to meet his. your hands began roaming, feeling tsukishima’s pecs. they slowly moved down to his abs, which were rock-solid, much to your surprise.
you gasped as he pulled away to press open-mouthed kisses on your jawline, moving down to your neck. your hands gripped his hair as he sucked on a particular spot that elicited a whine from your throat.
he pulled away, looking down at you with golden irises filled with lust. his gaze fell on the newly formed red spot on your neck, and he sat up pushing his glasses back to rest on the bridge of his nose. “sorry about that,” he whispered, his voice filled with nerves. “don’t be. i liked it,” you smiled, watching his gaze soften for the umpteenth time that day.
“do you like me?” he asked hesitantly. you paused, your eyebrows furrowing in mock confusion. “you know, for one of the smartest in the class, you’re pretty dumb.” he opened his mouth to protest, before you sat up to give him a quick kiss. “yes, i like you.”
his arms wrapped around your waist, pushing you back down onto his bed. “can we cuddle,” he said it as more of a statement than a question. you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his back. “can you be my boyfriend,” you pretend to mock, causing his head to snap up. he nodded hastily before burrowing his face into your chest once more. 
“i love you,” he said, his words muffled by your shirt. “i love you too, kei.” you smiled as you ran your hands through his golden locks, hearing a content sigh escape his lips.
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iampikachuhearmeroar · 3 years ago
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sorry for all the harry potter posting in 2021…. but like….. reflecting on just how dark the later books were/are, why on earth did every harry potter fan always romanticise having a movie marathon with the movies??? like yeah, it’s basically what i’ve been doing for the last few weekends staying at my sister’s on my own…. and since i’ve been awake this morning, i’ve gone through ootp, hbp and deathly hallows part 1 so far….. and like…… these movies, to me, aren’t really made for marathon watching/binge watching in a sense….. due to the heavy subject matter imo. they’re made to be standalone (although part of a series) viewed movies one by one, not back to back to back in succession; when there’s just so many incredibly substantial themes like death and obviously racism, systemic corruption etc etc. to be thought about while watching.
like of course everyone is going to say that im reading far too deeply into this and that the hp books and movies are trash….. but like the constant romanticisation in the 2000s and early 2010s of wanting to do harry potter marathons as if they were as cutesy and happy go-lucky as romcoms…. or simply just as lighthearted kids movies backed by whimsy and fuzzy feelings back in the day, was just so fucking backward.
like obvs since im older now, i can see that harry was abused by petunia & vernon for example. and by reading other teen fiction (specifically aussie YA fiction series’ tomorrow when the war began series and the ellie chronicles trilogy); harry’s horrible dreams/flashbacks of cedric before/after he was killed in goblet of fire is a symptom of PTSD (which i read in harry potter essays in uni when i did i philosophy essay on epistemic injustice in ootp in the courtroom scene). i can actually see how harry is being used as a pawn by dumbledore in his master plan. and obvs in analysing these things im putting my apparently “useless” arts degree in english and philosophy to use lmao. and of course as kids, we either ignored those themes or never picked up on them because they went straight over our heads.
on this bent then, another YA movie series that is NOT made for binge watching is the hunger games. which i found out to my own kind of detriment last year….. considering that i had never bothered to read the books back when they were popular past the titular namesake hunger games book (and had also forgotten all the early 2010s tumblr posts about how dark it was)…. while deciding to watch all the movies til catching fire part 1 in a binge watch sesh in the middle of 2020. the binge watch sesh was also spurred on by the book about young president snow that came out in 2020 lol.
so last year, when i finally decided to watch hunger games, i could actually understand and contemplate the political ramifications of katniss’s & peeta’s behaviour and defiance… which was something that i completely brushed off while it was hugely popular in the early 2010s because it was “too political”…… while i utterly denied the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS major political undertones and themes in harry potter because i was so obsessed with it….. but I obvs was most specifically preoccupied with what hogwarts house i’d be in lmao and whether i was more like hermione/luna/ginny or a mix of all of them. like yeah. it was so backward.
of course, the HP movies do have a bingeable quality to them; but my god. from really goblet of fire onwards, they’re heavy as fuck and really don’t need to be binged back to back in succession….. like you can do with how i met your mother or Loki eps in terms of tv shows. or idek, for movies, old rom-com faves like suddenly 30/13 going on 30 or rom-coms starring sandra bullock (bc they’re some of my faves)…. or teen indie comedy faves like juno or napoleon dynamite.
bc harry potter at it’s core, is a war story, more obviously from the end of GOF til the end of the series. it’s heavy, it’s dark, and emotionally devastating (for me when i was younger obvs). in some scenes, such as when harry returns with cedric’s dead body in GOF and it’s backed by the cheery marching band music but then drowned out by fleur’s scream and amos diggory dramatically scream sobbing “MY BOOOOOY!!! MY SOOON!!! MY BOY IS DEAD!!!!” (which as a kid i used to laugh incredibly inappropriately at every bloody time i watched it)…. but NOW??? THE PAIN! THE SUFFERING! THE TURMOIL! which is finally paired with the sad score music and camera panning out from the tri-wizard cup school stadium??? oh! i am but torn asunder by it all (okay not really, but i feel amos’s pain more acutely and i can shed a tear or two is the point here). and speaking of GOF, it’s pretty sad that over the years, it’s always been reduced to “C A L M L Y” and hermione’s yule ball dress being pink instead of blue bc of both the real and supposed lack of book to film accuracy…. when there’s obvs more important things to focus on lol.
bc literally one of the most horrifying scenes in the gof movie for me, in retrospect, is voldemort being reborn???? and wormtail sacrificing his own hand to get that essentially cursed silver hand that ends up strangling him to death in DHP1. and also david tennant’s albeit very disappointingly short appearances as barty crouch jr???? that was good casting. and also the incredibly fucked up storyline in GOF of BCJ imprisoning the real mad eye moody in moody’s own enchanted chest for his hair for polyjuice potion???? it hit me last week again (bc it hit me in 2020 when i reread the series with audiobooks as well) just how ridiculously FUCKED UP and BATSHIT that ENTIRE storyline really was. and i read and watched that???? and was fine with it at 10 years old???? jesus christ lmao.
okay. i went a bit off topic and overboard. but y’all get what i mean??? it’s so weird that an entire generation romanticised a YA series that was essentially about a war in its later instalments (and obvs a full blown one by deathly hallows) as some cutesy marathonable story bc it was/is so whimsical and its filled with childhood memories. but in doing it myself over the last few weeks, it’s just not. it was definitely one of the heftiest book series for kids/teens back then. but also for the movies, aside for their run times mostly all being close to 3hrs long, they’re quite emotionally charged and are astonishingly dark & dense in subject matter/themes for a KIDS movie series for the backend of the series. and mostly the only reason it’s “marathonable” in a sense, is because we all know the story so well.
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kaori-flowers · 4 years ago
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I kinda rushed the ending bc im tired but here's another one! Enjoy :)
Or at least try to!
Technoblade was up in the night doing his usual research but a light caught his eye. He gently set his books down and looked out his window on the right side of his house. He could see Ranboo's house was well lit and smoke was coming out of the chimney. Techno watched the house quietly, unsure of what Ranboo was actually doing.
While Technoblade was watching Ranboo's house, Ranboo was working in his basement. He carved out a small edward figurine, and a small Carl figurine. Ranboo was using Dark oak wood for edward, and Spruce wood for Carl. He hummed quietly as he whittled the wood down to make it take shape. Despite being very tired he continued working, being very grateful that Techno was letting him live so close. Ranboo was greatly appreciative of Techno, and even though he had to pay rent in gifts he was still happy.
"Hmph."
Technoblade turned away from the window and went back to reading, since he couldn't see movement in the house. The curiosity of what Ranboo was doing was still in the back of his mind though. It made it hard for him to focus on any work and so he got annoyed and slammed his book shut. Technoblade put the book on the shelf before sliding down the later into his room. He sighed heavily and flopped down in his bed, pulling the pillow over his head and growling.
Techno was severely annoyed at the curiosity that Ranboo caused, because he figured he shouldn't be curious. Techno didn't really want anything to do with Ranboo, because he was afraid. He was worried really. Techno didn't want to get attached to Ranboo, because everyone he's gotten attached to has either left him or died. Except for fucking Phil. So Techno doesn't want to risk the loss of another person that he has grown fond of seeing all the time.
"Phil...."
Ranboo couldn't decide if he should whittle a small figurine as well. Ranboo knew how well Techno and Phil was conncected but he didn't want to go overboard with gifts. As much as Ranboo appreciated Techno, he didn't want to seem like he was trying too hard. Ranboo didn't want to push Techno with all the things he's giving him and annoy him. So he had to be cautious with what to make for him and when to give it to him.
"Ugh."
Ranboo stood up from the small chair and cracked his fingers, then his back. He walked up his stairs to the main part of his house and looked out the window. Technoblade's house was completely dark and there was no movement inside. Ranboo figured he went to bed, and checked the clock on his wall. He sighed and cracked his fingers again before walking back downstairs to his basement.
Ranboo gently took care of his carving tools and swept all the little pieces up with his broom. He dumped them in his recycling bin before gently grabbing the little figurines. Ranboo walked back up stairs with them in hand, and sat down at the table. He got a pen and paper, scribbling down a small note neatly. Then he set the figurines in a basket and taped the note to the handle. Ranboo also put 4 potatoes and a 2 brown mushrooms in the basket. He got up from the table, and began getting dressed quickly. It didn't take long and as soon as he eas fully dressed he was headed out his front door.
"Get up, you got a present!"
Technoblade was woken up abruptly by a very loud Phil, and slight shaking. He groaned and sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes softly and trying to focus on what was happening. Phil gave him his glasses and held the basket he found on the porch patiently. Techno put his glasses on and blinked a few times, finally focusing in and waking up more. Phil set the basket on Techno's lap and read the note out loud for him.
"Techno. Thank you for letting me live so close to you. I hope you enjoy this as I hand made them just for you. I will be out of the house collecting things for a while so if you need me come find me. From Ranboo."
Technoblade didn't need time to process what he heard because it hit him hard. Especially the part about hand making something just for him. Techno still slightly dazed opened the basket gently and looked inside. The figurines were the things that stood out to him right away, and he waisted no time in grabbing them. Techno made sure to be gently with them as he looked them over slowly, and Phil watched silently. It took a second for Techno to realize that they were little carved figurines of Edward and Carl. Once he figured it out though he woke up fully and looked them over more quickly. Techno was surprised at all the detail in such little figurines, and how soft they were was astonishing. No one had actually ever MADE him something before so he was flabbergasted.
"He's real sweet huh?"
Technoblade looked up at Phil quickly, and then looked back to the figurines. He got up quickly and began putting his shoes on in a rush. Phil watched him as he rushed to get around and get dressed. After Techno assumed he was fully dressed and ready to leave Phil grabbed his arm, yanking him to a stop. Techno looked at him unsure what else he was forgetting. Right now all he wanted to do was find Ranboo and thank him.
"Eat. And coat."
Technoblade grabbed the basket and pulled a potato out of it, quickly scarfing it down in front of Phil. Phil rolled his eyes but let go of Techno because he technically ate. Techno then grabbed his coat and put it on quickly, before rushing out to his little barn. He untied Carl and hopped on him riding him out into the snow quickly. Phil rolled his eyes again and began cleaning up Techno's scattered and messy house.
"God damn it...."
Techno growled to himself as he qucikly got his emotions under control and stopped Carl from running any further. He clenched his jaw and looked down at his lap, closing his eyes for now. Carl stood patiently, feeling the difference in his emotions and voice. Techno was severly upset with himself. Technoblade didn't want to get close to Ranboo, because if he did then he would lose him. He always loses others. They die or they leave him and he didn't want Ranboo to die. He especially didn't want Ranboo to leave him. But....
Ranboo would never leave him, not now and not ever. Ranboo was insanely grateful for how well Techno was treating him. Ranboo felt like he wasn't walking on eggshells anymore, and he felt safe here. Ranboo felt safe living close to Technoblade in this snow bionome. Which was different than what he felt when living in L'manburg, and he liked this new feeling. He liked feeling safe. There was no way he would ever give that feelimg up. Not now. Not even.
"Are you alright?"
Techno's chest tightened as he heard Ranboo's voice, and he didn't move from his position. Techno didn't want anyone to see him like this, especially not Ranboo. It was Ranboo's fault! Techno was all upset and struggling because of this awkward enderman asshole! He annoyed Techno for that reason, and yet there were 1000 other reasons why Ranboo was so good. Techno's heart was set on getting attached to Ranboo no matter how afraid he was. It was inevitable. This tall lanky enderman boy was winning Techno's heart over just by being his nervous introverted self.
"Techno?"
Technoblade finally looked up from his lap and opened his eyes, finally getting his emotions under control. He cleared his throat a few times before holding his hand out to Ranboo, indicating he would give him a ride back. Ranboo hesitated a little but grabbed his hand and climbed up on Carl, behind Techno. Ranboo gently held the side of the saddle and Techno turned back to the house, both silent now. Techno's ears kept folding back slightly as he fought with himself mentally to say somethimg anout the figurines. Finally he decide and cleared his throat once.
"The gift is very well appreciated."
Techno cringed mentally as he heard himself speak. That sentence was absolute shit but it was the best he could do. Ranboo smiles gently and enjoys the attempted praise from Techno. It wasn't exactly an amazing one but it was Techno, so what do you expect.
"You're welcome."
"Yeah. I'll make sure they're taken care of it."
Techno grumbled and went silent after that, and Ranboo decided not to disturb his peace. Technoblade thought of the figurines that were in pocket and his ears folded back slightly. He wanted to put them up so they would never get hurt or lost but.... Techno wanted to keep them with him. For good luck. And maybe a memory of Ranboo. So just incase Ranboo did go away....
He would have this left of him.!
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muwur · 4 years ago
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long distance headcanons
✧ hc’s ✧ for daichi, suga, hinata & tsukki
❧ gn reader
✎ 1.5k words
a/n: hello yall this is my first post! nobody asked, but i just started this haikyuu reader insert blog, feel free to check my page n see wazzap. also requests are open pls come fhorfjepfiwf;
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daichi
✧ after high school, he stayed in miyagi while you went to tokyo, about 5 hours away, for college
✧ texting or calling whenever u can!
✧ you be like “heyyy”
✧ then he clap back with a “go focus on your lecture”
✧ “im not in lectureee”
✧ “you gave me your schedule so i know you’re in the middle of class”
✧ “...”
✧ makes sure you’re awake on time for your classes and calls you if he thinks you’re oversleeping (and hes usually right, this man just KNOWS)
✧ “morning y/n, i think you need to get to class soon”
✧ “mmrghhhghhh” *checks time* “holy sHI-- i forgot to set my alarm. IMMA BE LATE. THANKS DAICHI I LOVE YOU ILL TALK TO YOU LATER BYE”
✧ definitely skips out on some nights out with his friends to video chat you. you catch up, talk about future plans, reminisce, complain about not being able to hug one another, etc. occasionally one of you falls asleep on call, particularly after a long day or week. if he sleeps, you make sure you screenshot his sleeping face and start a picture collection  
✧ you hit him up when you get drunk lMAO
✧ “daiichiii, i miss youuu, i needdd youuuu AND i needa peeee---” “hey daichi, this is y/n’s friend. y/n’s pretty out of it now but they’ll be okay! we’re heading back to our place right now” “im gonna pEE IN THIS CAR”
✧ daichi coordinates with your friends to make sure you arrive home safely, use the bathroom, and get tucked into bed. he thanks the universe you have good friends. if it weren’t for them he’d probs have a heart attacc. sends you cute, reassuring voice messages for you to wake up to the next morning with hangover tips he learned from suga
✧ always checks in with you throughout the day, every day. able to pick up on the slightest hints if you’re feeling unwell and calls you immediately to try to make you feel better
✧ makes plans to visit you! you get really excited to introduce him to your college friends (who, after meeting him, tell you not only is he a hottie but is such a kind guy, fosho a keeper. they also ask if he has any cute friends)
✧ either holding your hand or has an arm around you most of the time.
✧ you spend all day together outside and wandering the city, then spend the night back at your place (sorry roommate, but we’re gonna have to kick you out for a lil bit--)    
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sugawara
✧ you finally secured a job! unfortunately, the company required you to work for a year at their main facility, which was a 4 hour drive away from miyagi
✧ if suga wasn’t needed in miyagi for his teaching job, he would’ve tried to come with you
✧ after unloading your things in your new apartment and before parting ways, suga was like
✧ “everything’s unloaded everything from the car?”
✧ “yes maam”
✧ “do you have enough snacks?”
✧ “we just went to the grocery hun”
✧ “did you bring enough underwear?”
✧ “gDI yEs I dID”
✧ “:c promise to call me often”
✧ “<3333 of course”</p>
✧ good morning texts before y’all leave for work! you send each other cute pictures when you’re getting ready for the day (suga with bedhead, brushing his teeth? suga with his tie half done?? sign me up)
✧ always texts you when something reminds him of you, usually sends a picture along with it
✧ “the store was having a special on oranges today! this one reminds me of you”
✧ “why”
✧ “it just looks so cute~”
✧ will immediately call you if you send him any sort of message that worries him
-“hello? y/n what’s wrong, why is there blood?? speak to me, you haven’t replied in 5 minutes”
✧ “ohhh my bad, i’m just cleaning up don’t worry! i didn’t explain, but the picture i sent you isn’t blood, it’s ketchup i spilled on myself lolol”
✧ poor man nearly fainted from worry
✧ would pay you a surprise visit, making sure to plan it carefully so he knew you weren’t busy with work or plans. brings you gifts of your favorite snacks and a scarf that matches one of his own for the upcoming winter
✧ plans out that weekend for y’all, mans did his research beforehand. together, you toured the city and the surrounding nature, took lots of selfies (and many candids of you), and taste tested lots of foods before returning to your apartment and collapsing into your bed with exhaustion
✧ but y’all not too tired for cuddling n a lil something else >.>
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hinata
✧ sure, being a couple hours away was hard for some... but y’all in different countries right now
✧ calls you immediately when there’s any inconvenience that occurs in his life, no matter how minor, thinking you’ll know how to fix it (or at least give him the reassurance he needs)
✧ “hey y/n...”
✧ “what’s wrong? you sound worried”
✧ “i broke my bike, what do i do”
✧ “you what? are you alright?? how? where are you? it’s midnight there, honey”
✧ “i was biking back to my apartment after staying late to practice! i didn’t wanna hit this turtle, so i swerved into a pole and now my bike’s wrecked :**”
✧ “ahh, are you okay?? you’re not hurt are you :(”
✧ “no, im okay... but im tired and i have two miles to go ;(((”
✧ “;( im sorry babe but you gotta walk home. we’ll get you a new bike. ill stay on the phone with you until you get back. tell me about your day <3″</p>
✧ talks about you all the time to his friends! introduces you through video chat to them! “look how pretty and cute y/n is!”
✧ together you work out your time differences and busy schedules so you can chat whenever possible
✧ he lets you know whenever he bought something for you, but never shows it to you because he’s excited to see your reaction in person when you reunite
✧ always asks you to send him pictures of yourself, he wants to see what you look like everyday he’s missing you in real life
✧ you surprise visit HIM. he’s so happy he could cry. shows you around every place he loves, shows you off to everyone he knows, holds your hand the entire time and never wants to let go, is practically glued to you not that you mind  
✧ you spend your last night together lying in the grass, hand in hand, looking at the stars and sharing sweet kisses  
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tsukishima
✧ y’all went to separate universities. while he stayed relatively close to miyagi, you went across the country to okinawa, which was about a 3 hour flight away
✧ he sees all the couples around campus n becomes lowkey bitter, texts you immediately about gross pda like hand holding that he secretly wishes he could do with you “these people in relationships are too happy, i didn’t ask to see them gawk at each other all day” “u just miss me lmao”
✧ once overheard a convo on a shuttle at school that went like :
✧ person 1: “ugh, he’s so cute”
✧ person 2: “why dont you go out with him??”
✧ person 1: “i dunno, his dorm’s down the street, i can’t really do long distance”
✧ nANI (by the way, this is a irl conversation my friend overheard, oml)
✧ tsukki nearly choked on his morning coffee
✧ bothers texts you in class bc he’s bored and in need of your attention
✧ “hey tsukki this prof’s lectures are rlly dense, i needa focus, ill text u after”
✧ “but arent i more interesting than rocks”
✧ “trust me, id even rather watch some dino documentaries with you than be here”
✧ *read*
✧ likes to chat with you most nights as he lies in bed before going to sleep, staring up at the dark ceiling and listening to your voice through his headphones. usually just talking about how your days went (as if you weren’t texting all day) or just casual talk and banter
✧ you remind him to make sure he’s taking care of himself and eating well
✧ “who are you? my mother?”
✧ “no but you’re about to be single”
✧ surprise visits you, tells you it was yamaguchi’s idea when it was really his own and yamaguchi was just teasing him about it  
✧ you show him around the city, sharing what you know about its rich history and culture. you visit most areas you both wanted to see before calling it a day
✧ your roommate conveniently spends that night over at their friend’s they just wanna give you alone time, which y’all very much needed. you make it a note to repay your roommate somehow.
✧ sweet lovin that he’s been missing, then some spooning as you sleep    
a/n: just wanna tackle these about 4 characters at a time but if u wanna see this headcanon w/ other characters feel free to hmu w/ an ask <3<b> also sorry if i text type a lot and that im inconsistent with my apostrophes, let me know if that’s something you want me to fix! 
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mirrorforevers · 4 years ago
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graham/reader • and i love him
hmmmmmm so
i wrote a lil smutty n angsty gra/fem!reader fic set in the late 90s and im kinda proud of it ‼️
👉🏼 👈🏼 
this is my first work for the blur fandom and im Nervous bc i haven’t been writing for a while and english is not my first language but hope u guys enjoy it anyway - if you enjoy it enough i’ll post it on ao3 too, aight? also this hasn’t been beta’ed by anyone so yeah. also feel free to send me a message if u want to beta it in case you wanna see it there. aaaaaaaaa
tw: alcoholism
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You haven't been sleeping very well these days.
Any noise, no matter how insignificant, would wake you up. When there weren't noises, there were nightmares that you were losing him - those were the worst nights. Many times you woke up crying because everything was so real, and you couldn't have peace even in your moment of rest.
Sometimes it was difficult to love him.
The memories of the long lazy days you spent watching TV, painting each other's backs and tasting all sorts of bizarre treats he brought from the different countries he travelled to with his band were gradually replaced by memories of corrosive words exchanged between the two of you and moments where either you or he ended up crying in each other's arms - out of shame, out of despair, out of frustration. But that didn't mean that you were loving him any less, just that your individual tribulations sometimes got too heavy even to share.
You knew he was going through a very difficult time, but he didn't open up to you very much about it and it frustrated you on a level that you could barely describe. Being in a serious relationship was something so new to you, and it helped you so much in your bad times, and you just couldn't understand why he didn't trust you like you trusted him. "It's not that I don't trust you, you're the most important person in the world to me," he'd typically say. "It's such a terrible feeling, and I just want it to go away. I don't even like to talk about it."
This is the same thing he says to you with teary eyes as the hot water in the shower wets your skin and his. For the third time that week, you had to help him, without even having the opportunity to take your own clothes off, to take off his clothes that smelled unbearably of alcohol and sweat and to take a shower. You no longer had the strength to argue or lecture him, and your silence of resignation somehow seemed to hurt him even more. He tried to bring up other subjects and remind you of good things, and your throat seemed to close more and more. Before your eyes could also fill with tears, you just left a small, shaky "Gra, please... let's just get this over with." escape from your lips. He got the message, maybe. And he agreed to have his hair washed in silence.
After you help him dry off and choose clean underwear, sleep got the best of him and then it was your turn to take a shower and try to sleep. You swore he was asleep a long time ago, when, just before you fell asleep, you heard an almost whispered, fragile "I love you" coming from the other side of the bed. It somehow hurt you more than it should - it's been so long since you've wanted to hear it from the man you truly know - a sober Graham, a little unsure of himself but a guy with such a full and gentle heart. You knew that his problem with drinking was not just the search for overcoming that insecurity, but a constant attempt to escape from the reality that, years before, he thought he wanted to be part of. And as for that, there was not much for you to do. But you still missed it so much in another context, in what now seems to be an eternity ago.
By some miracle, you did not wake up in the middle of the night due to some noise caused by Graham or due to some nightmare, but only in the morning thanks to the sunlight illuminating your face. But Graham was no longer on your side, and you closed your eyes, sighing. Another long day without him among thousands of rehearsals and concerts and meetings and photoshoots he had to attend, which anticipated yet another long night of ill-resolved fights.
"I'm terribly sorry for fucking up again." And then you opened your eyes. There he was, now with a shirt over the underwear you chose for him, his voice as low as ever. Without his glasses.
Finally, the Graham you knew. Your eyes light up and you move to get up from the comfortable bed you shared when he interrupts you. "No, stay right there."
"I've been missing you." You say with an almost whiny voice, a faint but genuine smile taking over your expressions. "Don't you have *anything* to do today?" You ask, as he pulls out a camera to photograph you in your current position - messy hair, while wearing only his t-shirt. You don't hide from the clicks. After being satisfied with the result, he positions himself between your legs, and you spend a few minutes in silence in that position, face to face, just reading each other's expressions so closely.
It was very difficult not to love the beautiful boy in front of you.
"I do." And with that, he places a very soft and loving kiss on your lips, which slowly incorporates the latent desire burning on both of you. It's so good not to taste the alcohol, just the mouthwash with the touch of a cigarette that he just smoked. He only stops after a few more long pecks, calmly brushing away some of the strands of hair off your face, "I'm sorry for being such a cunt. Things are being very difficult for me lately."
You look away from him so you don't cry. This subject really breaks your heart. "Things are very difficult for me too."
He calmly brings your face up to look at him again. "They don't have to be. I don't want to make you go through this. I swear I will try to get help."
This is not the first time he has said this. But you pretend to believe him. And this time, you start the kiss, a little more fervently than before. Perhaps this is a silent agreement between you two. You feel something slowly grow beneath you, and you move against the feeling, making you both gasp softly in the middle of the kiss. The lips part, and then he looks into your eyes deeply again, both foreheads touching - as he silently asks you for permission to make it up to you. You just nod between heavy shared breaths. He goes to kiss you intensely, albeit very lovingly, while slowly lowering his hand to your clit, where he begins a slow circular movement. You close your eyes, and he pleads, quietly – “Keep looking at me, love”.
Gradually, you start to grind harder against his talented fingers, and when he realizes that your body is prepared enough (and quickly expresses it to you - "fuck, you really missed me", making your cheeks burn), he inserts two fingers into you, while insisting on the circular movements that delighted you so much. You're having goosebumps and you slowly feel that delicious wave of heat build up in you as he continues with his movements. You surprise him by kissing his neck slowly between timid but sincere moans that gradually escape from you. His voice trembles with arousal. "This is all about you, love. But that's quite nice." When he feels your body stiffen, and hears your moans become more urgent, he stops his movements and gives you a kiss on the cheek that borders on mockery, giving a small laugh with your grunt of protest. He mutters a small "Be patient baby, please. Come on my mouth instead.". Graham's hoarse voice in your ear almost kills you. He raises the hand that was stimulating you in an absurd way seconds before to lift and remove your shirt, basking in the sight of your breasts - hands sliding down your sides, he lifts your chest to his mouth, which makes you happy but it does not meet 100% of your needs. He knows that. And he wants to take his sweet time while his talented tongue takes turns between each of your breasts for a while, eliciting smaller moans from you but still giving you so much pleasure.
Honestly, what a view. His big brown eyes, when not closed due to his determination and focus on making you feel good, sometimes fixes on yours and the cloud of attraction between you two almost becomes tangible. Then, he quickly lifts up to give your mouth a sensuous kiss while his hand then makes its way down your body, taking a detour at your already sensible breasts to grab one and give it a slow squeeze. "You're so fucking beautiful. I love you." His pure adoration for you drips from his voice, and you feel like you're about to burst from how much in love and horny you are.
"I love you too."
He gives you that goddamn smile that melts you every time before he lowers himself again, this time placing his head between your thighs while snaking his arms above them, trapping you in what is about to be a hell of a great time. He begins on an exploratory pace, then gradually starts eating you out with passion, though not forgetting to be gentle enough so he doesn't hurt you or seems inexperienced. That he *really* isn't.
He moans deliciously on your clit the moment your grip on his hair tightens - he loves it when you're rougher with him, a sub at heart, really, though he's undoubtedly getting better at dealing with your more submissive side lately. Your body is reacting in the prettiest ways, and he recognizes it's the time for his fingers to be inside of you again. You have to contain yourself not to wake up your neighbors with the sound of your excitement, and you bite your finger. You can't help but buck your hips in response to the stimulation. “Gra–God. I--I need to--”
“Keep still, darling. I know what you need,” His eyes are gleaming with mischief when one of his hands moves to rest on your waist so he can hold you in place. It's too much, and when he hears your quiet pleas and sees your back arching and the frozen expression of pure pleasure in your face, he intensifies his movements and you freeze - your legs twitch and he lets you ride your orgasm freely on his gorgeous, hungry mouth.
You looked down to see his chin was resting on your stomach as he gazed up at you with *that* infatuated look that suited him so well along with the cheekiest smile - he keeps his thoughts to himself before his suggestion makes your satisfied smile grow even wider: "Let's spend the day together. I still feel like I owe a lot to you.".
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parkers-gal · 3 years ago
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i just recently figured out that im bisexual. my parents dont support lgtbq+ (because of my religion so sorry if that offends anyone) and idk what to do now
hi lovie, gonna put a “read more” bc i have sorta a lot to unpack? love you tremendously <3
hi, just wanna start off by saying thank you for trusting me and confiding in me to help / talk to u abt this. also, that it’s okay and that sexuality is a complex and scary thing. you don’t have to come out at all while you’re a minor (if you don’t want to / if it puts your safety at risk / etc). i also wanna say congrats !!!! welcome to the bisexual club !!! you’re so valid and amazing and your sexuality does not define you or your life, and that other people’s opinions on you (based on your sexuality) don’t matter. you’re amazing and beautiful and there’s nothing wrong with being gay. 
that being said (i’m going to assume you’re a minor), don’t focus your awakening on the biphobia and those who oppose of “your lifestyle” (pls, some white trumpie said this to me and i laughed so hard bc how is being gay a “lifestyle” literally bye lol). sexuality is confusing and complex and definitely something to take with baby steps. 
if you feel your safety won’t be at risk, i’d talk to your parents. i’d sit down with them and maturely tell them that you don’t appreciate the homophobia (you don’t have to come out when you tell them this !!!). give them perspective. (ofc, if you’re ready, you can definitely come out in hopes to change their minds, but pls make sure you’re safe. ive seen it happen too many times, where parents kick out their children for simply being lgbtq.)
honestly, if you’re surrounded by people (friends and family) who don’t support lgbtqia, i’d keep it a secret. i know it’s a shitty way to handle the situation and it’s probably considered a stupid thing to do, but personally, i feel better keeping that information private until im more independent and stable on my own. 
i also wanna say that there’s no “religion” that invalidates any lgbtqia. if we’re talking about christianity, the word “homosexual” was purposefully mistranslated as “pedophile” to further the spread of homophobia (via a company that printed bibles? fact check me maybe). i’m not as educated on the muslim aspect of it, but i know for sure that not every religious person is anti lgbtq (so their claims abt religion forbidding it is absolute bullshit). 
the most mature thing to do is probably just talk to them. if any amount of religion makes them feel ashamed of the kid they raised, then honestly they shouldn’t have had children. you will never be in the wrong here — they don’t know what it’s like to feel almost abandoned because your sexuality makes you feel forbidden.
if you’re not a minor, and if you can afford to (i know there are circumstances where this can’t be avoided) i’d separate myself from those family members. if they don’t come around, i wouldn’t bother trying. chosen family > blood.
i want you to know that i’m here for you (and my messages are open if you want to talk into detail about the situation at hand), and that i support you and whatever you decide to do, and that if you need help in any way don’t hesitate to ask for it. <3
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nahoyaglock · 4 years ago
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Hi!! Could I get a matchup for 1 Haikyuu and 1 BNHA?? Gender doesn’t matter for me!
My name is Shiho, I have short brown hair, brown eyes, and I wear glasses. I am a Leo.
My personality type is INTJ-T. I am a lot like Tsukki and Momo on the inside but Oikawa on the outside. My personality tries to be more bold and sparkly? I guess when I’m with my friends. I am logical, judgmental, narcissistic, clueless about emotions, and I love being funny. My hobbies are reading, writing, doodling, singing, and I recently started to like dancing, even though I look like I’m in horrible pain when I try.
What I look for in a partner... I’m honestly VERY picky about who likes me and whatnot, I have had guys like me but I rejected them because I thought they weren’t good enough for me. I also thought I might disappoint them while dating them. So yeah superiority complex AND inferiority complex right there. I think I look for how much they can support me, based on their skills, humour, and financials (I know the last one is a bit... rude. But I need to make sure every realistic aspect of the relationship is fulfilled.) I do care about love of course, but sometimes I feel like marrying because of a job or for a better future might be okay.
If I was in Haikyuu, I would be Nekoma’s manager, And if I had a quirk in BNHA, I would probably have some sort of mental quirk (like brainwashing, mind reading).
Thank you!! Sorry it was so long!!
☆☆: my brain while reading this 👁👄👁 jkjk, i had to reread it bc i didnt wanna miss anything and make sure that ik who matches w you, but i think i got it :3 ALSO WTF IM SO INLOVE W UR NAME UR NAME IS SO COOL!!!
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I match you up with Taketora Yamamoto and Nejire Hado !
☆☆ TAKETORA YAMAMOTO
You were monitering the boys practice, and while it was cliche for the manager to date one of their team members, you and the ace had just fallen for each other. His playful manner slightly annoyed ypu at first but he just appealed to you. Taketora had spiked a ball, one of his best spikes yet and turned to see if you were watching.
You slightly glared at him, while you'd love to shower him in praise, he had to focus. "Yamamoto, focus!" You instructed and he playfully pouted and nodded. Once their break came, the ace came waddling over to you, wrapping an arm around your with a wide grin. He opened his mouth to say something before you spoke, "yes i saw your spike baby, you're on a roll today." You cup his face and smile.
He chuckles and places a kiss on your lips. "But make sure you focus during practice, you'll get kisses and praises later." You say and hand him his water bottle. "Of course Shiho," he takes a chug from his water bottle as their break soon ended. "After practice, cuddles?" He asked and you smiled. "Yes tora, cuddles."
☆☆ NEJIRE HADO
Nejire had arrived at the lunch table that you, Mirio, and Tamaki sat at. "Hey Tamaki, Mirio, Shiho!" She greeted and placed a kiss on your cheek. "Hey Neji," you greeted and continued to eat your lunch. You and Nejires relationship was more of a friendship than a relationship, or atleast she made it feel that way with how outgoing bubbly she was, but you preferred it that way.
"Did you eat today? How were your classes? Was your training good today?" She asked as she stuffed her face with her lunch, Mirio laughing. You chuckled lightly before answering her questions, "I ate breakfast at home, my classes were alright, and actually, training was really fun today."
She smiled widely, she was happy to have someone who could answer all her questions and someone who she helped open up to her. "Thats great, im glad you had a nice day today baby," she lightly pinches your cheek with a loving grin.
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