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boyakishantrinity · 1 year ago

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Howling. Screaming into the night sky, a single figure marched out the village gates. Ignoring the elder as he lightly pushed her aside. Marching up towards the holy rock as he barked out.

"WOULD YOU KINDLY SHUT THE FUCK UP."

Staring indignantly at the local, ignoring her shocked stare as he glared at the spirits. Ghosts of the past who'd come to comfort the girl.

"QUIT YOUR PANSYING AROUND. CRYING AIN'T GONNA BRING HIM BACK. YOU DON'T EVEN TRY IT LIONESS, I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS WHO YOU BEAT IT'S BEEN A GODDAMN WEEK AND I CAN'T FUCKING SLEEP."

Spitting onto the ground, he shouted into the sky a it thundered.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO COME UP THERE AND SHOOT YOUR FAT ASS OFF YOUR THRONE SHUT THE FUCK UP."

Lighting crackled, as the man holstered the weapon at the sky.

"TRY ME BITCH."

Sitting down on the stone, back turned to the sky as he glared at her. Bags in his eyes.

"Y'know where that brother of yours is?"

"كيف عرفت حتى؟"

"Drop that gobshite before I send you straight to Allah. Don't give me that shocked impression. Michael told me you can speak english. Where the fuck is that brat?"

Thunder boomed, standing to his feet he loosed several shots.

"I SAID SHUT IT YOU POMPOUS WHITE MOTHER FUCKER!!"

Shaking his fist at the sky, cursing profanities towards it as the young teen stared in surprise. Was he seriously-

He snapped back at her.

"shut the fuck up. IF I WANNA FIGHT GOD, I'LL FUCKING FIGHT GOD. NOW EITHER LET ME HELP YOU GRIEVE SO I CAN GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP OR SO HELP ME, I WILL DRAG YOUR BROTHER'S SORRY ASS TO YOU."

Staring down at her, almost immediately drawing his side arm as he continued to argue with the sky. Swearing at the night sky as rain continued to crash against the ground.

"DO YOU WNAT ME TO GO UP THERE AND BEAT YOUR ASS? I AIN'T SCARED OF SOME COWARDLY MOTHER FUCKER. TRY ME BITCH- TRY- Yes?"

He looked down at her, frozen in confusion as he looked at her calmly.

"What is it little vulture?"

"... I- I'm willing to let you come with me to his resting place?"

Squealing like a mouse, he glared at the sky.

"DON'T. EVEN. SUGGEST THAT. I WILL SHOOT YOU!"

The thunder crackled, like laughter.

"HAR HAR HAR. I THOUGHT YOU FUCKS WERE MEANT TO BE PIOUS!"

Firing a shot into the sky, he flipped the thunderous cloud off before marching out the room.

"You coming?"

Calmly, he walked past the woman. Still shouting in arabic, as he dumped a sack of coins at her feet.

"Sorry for the trouble. I have slept. FOR A FUCKING WEEK. SHUT THE FUCK UP."

Now cursing the sky like a child, making childlike gestures towards the sky.

"FUCK YOUUUUUU. FUCK YOUUUUUU. FUCK YOUUUUUU. YOU COMING OR WHAT?"

Barking at her, the woman just stared at the strange man as he turned. Cloak snapping behind him as he marched towards the battlefield. Ripping a shovel out the hand of a nearby attendant, staring confused at the scene.

"Thank you. Uhh. Shkran?"

Muttering to himself, guns on his body as he marched towards the battle ground.

Bodies were already carted, whatever the demonic rift had done had subsided, the man sneering at the hole as he threw a grenade into the door.

"PRIVATE."

"WHAT LIEUTENANT? THEY THREW GODDAMN GRENADES IN FOR WEEKS BEFORE THE ASSAULT?"

Scowling, the man huffed as the young lady walked after him.

"I don't-"

"I'm well aware of your customs. I simply don't fear God."

Thunder rumbled behind him. Aiming the gun at the cloud he let loose another shot.

"FUCKING TRY ME CUNT."

Snarling at the cloud, more laughter.

BANG BANG BANG.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. SHE'S IN GRIEVING FOR FUCKS SAKE. DON'T USE FUCKING LOGIC. I'M TIRED AS FUCK. FUCK OFF."

She just stared. Was this man seriously arguing with clouds?

Then he stabbed the ground, bonking her lightly on the head.

"HEY. SCARF FACE. Which body's your bother?"

"HEY-"

Pulling her ear, he repeated himself. Now cursing in arabic, he began to repeat as she spoke.

"I curse you to the worst punishments in Hell, I curse your mother. Father. Family. Friends love life?"

Snorting in amusement at each juncture, as she stopped talking.

"... What is wrong with you?"

"plenty. Now either help me find your brother's body to bury, or however you deal with relative bodies. Or I'm putting you into a ditch."

He ignored whatever she said about how they normally cared for bodies. Instead jumping into a hole and dropping the body into the ditch.

"Ait, good enough."

He immediately reached for his shovel.

"UH- WHAT?"

"... Oh. Right. Prayer. Uhhh. In the name of the father, son and holy spirit. Uhhh. Get fucked. Good luck in the afterlife."

He went back to moving to shovel dirt.

"HEY."

"WHAT?"

Staring at her, she muttered something.

"I don't speak desert mumble."

Spitting out her words, she coughed and repeated herself.

"Thanks. But uh-"

He ignored her, shoveling dirt into the hole. After a few layers. Before his face was covered, he pulled out a small toy.

"I don't know if you can hear me. And I don't care. Here's a friend's toy, to keep ya company. 40k ring and a knife in case you need to stab someone-"

She almost stopped him before he dropped the knife.

"EXCUSE ME?"

"... Funeral gifts. Unless you want him to show up in heaven without signs of his family and shit."

She just stared at him.

"You. Care?"

"no. I just rather not have another pissed off spirit up my ass about doing it wrong."

Dumping a rock onto his stomach, he reached for his shovel.

"HEY."

"LISTEN. WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR BROTHER TO BE DEAD. OR DO YOU NOT WANT AN ANTI ZOMBIE PRECAUTION?"

"... Zombie?"

"animated undead. We're not far from a portal to hell. Is there only sand in the skull or are all desert folk this thick?"

Wrapping his knuckles against her head, he began to shove dirt back into the hole.

"Why did you do that?"

She'd asked, as he accompanied her back to her home.

"Let's see. I can either sit in bed hearing a bunch of whining, or I can annoy a pretty girl around and make it less whiney and finally go to sl-"

"Did you just- ... Did you just call me pretty."

"Uh huh. That's your house right?"

Jabbing at the house, an enraged pair glaring at the man. Shouting in arabic as he walked back.

"STOP SPEAKING DESERT. I DON'T SPEAK DESERT. I BURIED YOUR BOY, SHUT THE FUCK UP. I GOTTA GO TO PARADE NOW. UNDERSTAND?"

The pair just paused, looking at the girl as the man grumpily marched his way down the hill. Sliding, tumbling and cursing profanities at various things as he went. Eventually firing into the forest as he shouted more obscenities at hiding forces. Swearing flood plains and forest tongue as he swore in his native Chinese tribe's tongue at the "annoying evil spirits." Calling them impotent, dumb, pathetic and a lot more childish insults to include.

"... What a strange man."

"I'M NOT STRANGE. IM CRAZY."

Shouting at the girl, he continued to swear across languages, seeming to not use his gun as other soldiers began running to help him.

"AND I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP. I MADE YOU A GRAVE YOU PICKY LITTLE SHIT!"

Shaking his fist at the sky, in the dawning light where you could see the cheery grin on his otherwise unfriendly voice.

#tag #Trio #writing #aura #sey #death #Inspired by recent events #marked for mom's dad's death #Didn't know him #lol

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transmissionsfromthebattlefield · 1 year ago

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Miss Washington DC

Weekend points:

Smash! Records is great as always, and I noticed they have a Boomtown Rats photo on their beam. PUNK. Any record store that puts Shudder To Think and Nation of Ulysses CDs on the shelf is the real deal. Also PUNK.

W.I.T.C.H. and Death Valley Girls at the Black Cat Friday night. Exactly the tonic I needed. DVG ended their set with “Disaster (Is What We’re After)”, or one of the best modern psychedelic rock songs, during which I got to experience my first true “pit” as opposed to flinching on the periphery. My nose got bonked. Deliscious. Then W.I.T.C.H., whose name stands for “We Intend To Cause Havoc”, did exactly what they intended to do. I love getting myself lost in music, especially recently. It’s the closest I have to a religion, having never done drugs. Getting a brand new sonic prescription, not just through headphones but supplied directly through booming amplifiers, to truly lose myself in a dark room for a short while, was exactly what I needed. To let my head bang in whatever direction it wanted to and let it swell a little. A guy in a well fitting Jesus Lizard(!) shirt, tight pants, and combat boots was totally losing it right up against the amp for W.I.T.C.H.; I saw him around a few times throughout the night between bands. These are the things I like to see.

The Air and Space Museum is only half open for continuing renovations. What is open to the public is dazzling. I don’t really care about planes other than the uniforms of their stewardesses, but funky colored lights showcasing worldly posters about interconnection and a watch used to keep Martian time are my kind of deal.

The Hirshhorn reminds the public that we wouldn’t have Infinity Rooms without sixties anti-war abstraction and naked people frolicking in the street. It was great finally seeing some of Yayoi Kusama’s work in person. An exhibition of contemporary Chinese photography really enlightened me. Work under dictatorship.

Repetition, insanity, neurosis, shining stars within conformity, hum de hum de hum...

The Holocaust Museum is a uniquely exhausting experience. A necessary and perspective-expanding one, but still exhausting. You reach a point where you’re trying to comprehend a placard only to slowly realize that your brain can’t take any more comprehension to begin with. You experience a very unique kind of weight and gravity. Everyone should go once in their lives.

The U.S. Capitol needs a new drain pipe.

#blog #life #recap #Washington DC #Smash! Records #concerts #semi religious experiences #Death Valley Girls #W.I.T.C.H.#Black Cat DC #Air and Space Museum #Hirshhorn #Yayoi Kusama #Infinity Room #Holocaust Museum #U.S. Capitol

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unconcious-creations · 2 years ago

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Dream Entry #1

-so me and 4 of my friends are in what would be Minnesota if it were warm and surrounded by water peninsula style. the sky is clear as hell and the buildings are all tall and a sparkly silver, minus a single building shaped like an upside down tornado.

-we wander around a bit and boom my mom appears and is like oh hey isn't this that city hall statue thing you went to for a school project once? I say oh yea it is (I have never once seen this before.) its a floating cube art piece that contains the inner working of a clock and we all stop and admire it for a bit

-suddenly we are at a random beach in Baja California and my mom is talking about how she went to this beach all the time in college and were all like oh that s cool. this beach is blocked from the rest of the world by an invisible gate so I'm questioning how my mom knew about it but everyone else was like shut up. my mom goes into the sea and kinda just keeps walking as the sea parts around her, eventually closing and absorbing her. the sea says welcome home and my friends and I get teleported to a rainy city outside of an art museum.

-we go in the art museum and boom everything is either glass or neon signs. I wander off and meet this really pretty girl with long brown hair and bangs. this girl is in fact just Minho of stray kids in a wig, but I’m totally unaware of this. we talk and flirt and rejoin my other friends who were climbing a neon dinosaur art piece that was shooting fire from its mouth. we all leave and head to a movie theatre.

-on the way to the movie theatre my moms voice appears through the rain and starts questioning one of my friends about their boyfriend (this friend doesn’t actually have one irl tho) and starts lecturing her on safe sex (again this friend has no boyfriend and is ace so idk what my brain was thinking). all the while i’m holding hands and sharing an umbrella with Minho-in-a-wig, who I still don’t know is just Minho in a wig.

-we get to the movie theatre and the only thing playing is some weird combination of marvel, the lego movie, and 365 days. except all the characters are either played by lizards or humans. my friends and I are the only people in this theatre and all sit next to each other. at one point I start full on making out with Minho-in-a-wig, still not realizing this isn’t just a pretty girl. my friends don’t notice this at all despite literally sitting next to me and start loudly complaining about a lizard-human romance occurring in the movie. their complaining causes the movie theatre lights to turn on and my friends turn to see me cuddling/sitting in the lap of Minho-in-a-wig and one of them bonks me on the head with a stick and says stop being horny. Minho-in-a-wig flips them off and bonks them back with the umbrella we used earlier and I start to question if the girl I was flirting with was really just Minho of stray kids in a wig.

-right as I was about to ask Minho-in-a-wig if they were in fact Minho of stray kids just in a brunette wig, I woke up.

#🌷's dream #dream journal #idk what my brain was on #my dreams don't even make sense to me #I specifically recall minho-in-a-wig being an extremely good kisser #like god tier kisser #dinosaur didn't just breath fire it breathed BLUE FIRE #kinda want a giant neon dinosaur stature now

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very-uncorrect · 23 days ago

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Something that goes BONK BONK WHAP WHACK BANG WOMP BOOM WHACK, IMMENSE POTENTIAL FOR ACCIDENTAL PROPERTY DAMAGE BANG BANG SLAM WHACK

Perhaps a bat

I would punch things alot more if it didn't hurt my fingies

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zoeysdamn · 2 years ago

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Don’t ask me why but my brain had decided that a Hamilton x The Sandman crossover made so much sense

Like, Death and Angelica have the same vibe. Big sis, has a plan, manage the 3 brain cells their other siblings have

Hob is Alexander Hamilton. I just know it.

which means that he and Death had a weird flirt and I’m 100% okay with that

pretty sure that Hob would have a crush on Death, I get you my man

That means Dream is Eliza of fUCKING COURSE

I mean, the blue dress is nicely complementing his eyes *bonk*

“You walked in and my heart went boom”, I’m sorry did someone said “Morpheus is completely smitten with soft blorbo with 0 sense of danger?” yup

‘A winter’s ball’ is basically their first date meeting in 1389 let’s face it

Desire is Peggy, because they’d totally slay the red dress of Maria Reynolds in Act II

Pretty sure they’d be into seducing Hob too

wait, had every anthropomorphic personification of a concept wanted to bang Hob Gadling at some point?

probably

THE ENDLESS SIBLINGS

♫Work work! Death! ♫Work work! Morpheuuus! and Desire :DD♫

Dumb blorbo who proposes to the love of his life after weeks of courting through letters, even tho he’s broke af? Ask Hob or Hamilton, they know everything about it

Also feral baby soldier

Lucienne and Washington being done™ parents

Matthew as Lafayette is a mood, do not try to stop me. I wish to hear the bird rap.

Philip = Orpheus. Aouch my heart.

‘Burn’ is literally how Dream would have reacted after he was a dick to Hob returned from the date of 1889

“BURN ROBERT GADLING”

Tho Dream would probably be the cheating one; Angelica roasting Alexander during ‘The Reynolds pamphlet’ has a big Death scolding her pathetic pigeon-feeding brother energy

*inhale* Will Shaxberd as Aaron Burr

Hob’s n°1 archenemy

✨✿✨”Pardon me, are you William Shaxberd, sir?” ✨✿✨

*scream in Elizabethan theater*

I’m so into this crossover, fanarts nobody asked for might come in the future

I should probably sleep

#those references are so specifics I KNOW #Hamilton #The Sandman #crossover #dreamling #Dream x Hob #morpheus x hob #zoeysdamn art

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lenny-link · 3 months ago

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working on some demo x sniper x scout doodles and i couldn’t choose which ship name sounds best among these 3

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #lennylink #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman #tf2 sniper #demo x sniper x scout #poly ship #ship names #tumblr polls #my polls #swordvan #speeding bullet

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neopronounsmybelovaed · 3 years ago

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Neopronouns- Full List

All of the neopronouns found on the survey. All of them.

Part one under the cut

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:)/:)

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:0/:0s

:3/:3/:3s/:3s/:3self

‼️/‼️self

!?/!?self

?!/?!s

?/?

?/??

..°̸͙͊͘ /..°̸͙͊͘

.doc/.doc/.docs/.docs/.docself

.exe/.exe

₍ᐢ.ˬ.⑅ᐢ₎/₍ᐢ.ˬ.⑅ᐢ₎

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🆒/🆒

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ge/geist

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gender/gender

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ghast/ghastself

#this is literally so long i had to split it into two posts #tumblr wouldn't let me post it otherwise #pronoun list #neopronoun list #neopronoun survey results

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 10 months ago

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(iii)

You're right about one thing Koyasunaga...! I AM an insect! In fact, I'm feeling very much like a mosquito right about now!

Because I could care less about the logistics! All I want in this moment right now is to DRAIN YOU OF EVERY LAST DROP OF YOUR BLOOD!

*CRRACCK!* **SMAASSH!*

No...! NONONONONONO!

HRAAAAGGH!

*SMAAAAAAAAASSH!*

GAAGGGGCK!!??

*In the end, despite his body slowly breaking and being held in place, the restraint means absolutely nothing to Kuripa! With a flex of his power, he breaks through his restraints, obliterating the robots, and yet again launches at Mikihiko, vaulting Petty Jr. and smashing his face into the ground with a kick! The force of the kick sends Mikihiko crashing through the floor into a large part of the factory below!

*SMAASSH!*

Heegh...!

Koyasunaga...! K-Koyasungaaa!

KOYASUNAAGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!

*Kuripa's scream and the sheer aura of terror he exudes seems to warp the very space around him, although it may just have been Mikihiko's fatigue making him delirious. Regardless, it strikes fear into the twisted dollmakers heart.

GO TO HEEELLLL!

*BOOOM!*

Haaah...! HAAAAH...!

GRRGH! GET AWAY FROM MEEEEE!!!

*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*

Heeeggh...!

*Mikihiko crawls backwards along the ground, desperately trying to get away, and he frantically grabs some grenades and bombs disguised as dolls. He throws a handful at Kuripa that explode right in his face...and yet Kuripa just walks through them, like a walking wall of tungsten unphased by the blasts!

(This...This can't be happening...!? What is this living nightmare that I've been sucked into!?)

(My tools...! My tools were designed to stop and hinder ANYBODY! Even the likes of Sakura Ogami! And yet this...THING! He just keeps breaking through it like it's nothing!?)

(Is it that...his rage...his Despair that we've caused him...!? Have we been fueling this fury the entire time!? What...)

Mikihiko: (What the hell IS this guy!? HE'S NOT HUMAN!!!)

PETTY JR!!

*WHOOSH!*

HRRRGH!?

*Kuripa narrowly dodges as Petty Jr. almost smashes the back of his skull with its fist.

HYAGH!

*WHAM!*

GUUGH!

*Mikihiko, while still on the ground, sticks his leg out and spins around, making Petty Jr. roundhouse kick Kuripa and send him tumbling along the floor until he smacks into a thick glass window that looks out onto the factory below. Though he doesn't crash through it, Kuripa's body severely shatters the window.

GAAGH!?

Your hubris has failed you Kuripa Kurafto! Petty Jr...! ONSLAUGHT!

!!??

*BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM*

GUUAAAGGHGH!!!? Gagh...ghhg...ngh...

*Petty Jr. grabs Kuripa and throws him into another wall, and with Mikihiko's desperate, angry shout, absolutely WASTES him! The puppet delivers punches that are equally quick and powerful by rotating and moving its shoulders with incredible force! After several heavy blows to his face and body, Kuripa's body is even more bleeding and broken, spitting out blood from every wound on his body!

Well!? WELL!? What do you have to say now!? You can't stop this tidal wave of Despair! Your body may be tough, but it will give out before you're able to defeat Zetsubou!

You think you know Despair!? You've seen NOTHING!

H...Haa...

ALIVE!: Part 2.

[WARNING: This chapter contains obscenely graphic depictions of violence, even more than compared to other chapters. Viewer discretion is advised.]

Huuugh! Ggh!

*With no choice but to back off after seeing his robot friend get totalled and his accompanying soldiers murdered, Mikihiko retreats into nearby parts of the factory to recover.

Aagh...Dammit...

*Having already had his face pounded in a bit, he stares at his shaking, bleeding palms.

That BASTARD! Who the hell does he think he is!?

Your worst nightmare~ Boo!

AGH!

*WHAAMMM!*

UAGGHH!?

*Kuripa descends down from above, hanging upside-down from a ladder. He surprises Mikihiko, then yet again punches him in the face.

I told you already...! You're not gonna escape me. Beats and Hoes can break my bones, but I'll break twice as many...!

GRAAGH!

*KA-POW!*

GAGH!

*Kuripa yet again parries a hefty attack from Petty Jr. launching it back towards its puppetmaster.

GRRGH! Never relent!

...!

Tch!

*CRAAASH!*

*Kuripa is attacked by Petty Jr. yet again, as it launches itself using Mikihiko as leverage. Kuripa easily sidesteps the next punch that it throws as its fist swells up. To Mikihiko's horror and rage, he then grabs the monster by the arm and, with a powerful pull, punches the puppet so hard that its neck breaks and it launches into the wall.

PETTY JR!?

Are you ever gonna get it through your sick little head that your big teddy bear is nothing to me...!?

*As Petty Jr. stands up again, and as Mikihiko straights it's neck out manually, the blonde puppeteer turns and scowls at the green haired beast.

Oh no...I'm afraid you misunderstand me...I was prepared just in case by ambush plan went south thanks to a fucker like you, and I only backed off so that we would be on more equal footing.

Tell me...You didn't think Petty and Petty Jr. were the ONLY puppets I had, right?

Huh?

*CLICK!*

*As Kuripa steps forward, a loud clicking noise signifies the arrival of three regular-sized dolls that pop up from a hidden compartment in the wall to his left.

What the-!?

FIRE!

*PTCHOOO!*

GRRRGH!

*Kuripa snaps his body back and limbos low enough to avoid being blasted from a set of laser beams that fire from these dolls mouths! Once they stop to recharge, he snaps back up again and slices them all into two with his sword!

Kehahaha...! Perfect...!

HRRAAGH!

*SMAAASSH!*

*When Kuripa, and Mikihiko, with Petty Jr. fly at one another, their combined punches destroy everything in their path. Mikihiko continues to strike Kuripa's face with a series of ineffective punches that Kuripa casually stops with his broken hand.

Are you Zetsubou dickheads just incapable of listening!? This toy is NOTHING to me!

Oh I can hear perfectly fine...! But there's more to my dear than meets the eye!

*POOOW!*

GRGH!? AGCK!

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

*WHAM!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!*

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the-scandalorian · 3 years ago

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What about a mix of two prompts?

“i've never been kissed before so you volunteer but i decline, we're best friends and it would be weird, but a couple hours later i lay awake in my bed and i can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you and suddenly i regret what i said”

and

“two characters look at each other. silence. then. BOOM BANG LIPS CRASHING CAN'T RESIST YOU ANYMORE BAM BOOM THERE'S A WALL LET'S PIN YOU AGAINST IT”

of Din Drjarin/f!reader?

Thank you so much for the prompt!! I love this combination so much! Hope you enjoy this 💖 And for the others who made requests, they're in the works!

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader Rating: M Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: alcohol consumption, spice

You and Mando were sitting in your usual evening position—back-to-back in the middle of the hull—so he could lift his helmet just enough to eat. You’d finished dinner a while ago, and now you were passing a flask of whiskey back and forth over your shoulders. The last few hunts had been long and hard, but the carbonite chamber was now at capacity, so you were taking a night off before returning to Nevarro.

As the flask got lighter and the sky visible through the open ramp faded from a dusky twilight to a velvety black, you inched closer together until you were fully leaned against one another. He was fairly comfortable as a backrest considering the amount of metal and weaponry strapped to his body.

Your conversation had been skirting dangerous territory for a while now—a place you’d been working towards for months if you were being honest. You weren’t supposed to be doing this though: the easy friendship, the light teasing, and the casual intimacy of spending weeks together in a confined space were supposed to stop there... not progress into anything more. You were hunting partners—that was it.

Yet, here you were telling him about your first kiss.

“What about you, Mando? I mean... is kissing even allowed for Mandalorians?”

You reached back to pass him the flask. He took a pull and then—in his unmodulated voice, which was always slightly distracting—said, "Mandalorians touch the foreheads of their helmets together... it's called a Keldabe kiss.”

“That’s very sweet and all, but what about actual kissing? Is that allowed? Or are you only allowed to bonk your metal heads together?”

He scoffed and tilted his helmet back to lightly knock against the back of your head. You laughed and knocked him back.

(That only counts as a Mandalorian kiss if you’re facing each other... right?)

“So?”

“Yes, it’s allowed. If you find someone you trust, there are options... blindfolds, dark rooms... eventually, marriage.”

You ignored the way your heart dropped a little more at each of those options. Instead, you pressed him again: “Okay, so... what was your first kiss like?”

“I don’t have a good story like you do.”

You nudged his side with your elbow. “Oh come on, just tell me! I told you mine, so you have to tell me yours. That’s how the game works.”

You heard him exhale and take another long pull from the flask. He passed it back to you over his shoulder. “Isn’t it my turn to ask a question though?”

You scrunched your eyebrows together. Honestly, you’d lost track of whose turn it was at this point, but he’d answered every other random question you’d thrown at him, even the intrusive one about the craziest places he’d had sex. He’d even thrown you some bold curveballs. But he didn’t want to tell you about his first kiss?

It hit you all at once.

“You’ve never kissed anyone.” You blurted the thought before remembering to pass it through your usual verbal filter.

“No, I haven’t,” he confirmed.

“Oh,” was all you can think to say. You took a sip, and the whiskey burned slightly as it went down your throat. You reached back to hand it over again.

His gloved fingers brushed yours when he took it from you. “I never trusted anyone enough in the past.”

In the past.

Your thoughts raced as you tried to decide if that wording was intentional.

...he was sitting here, leaned against you, lifting his helmet in your presence, in the present…

That had to mean something.

You couldn’t help but ask the question that seared through your mind, “Do you trust me?”

He let a pause stretch out between you, laden with the implication of your question, and shifted slightly against your back. “Yes.”

Your heart rate kicked up. There was so much potential in that yes that you couldn’t help but push forward.

“I would kiss you.”

It came out sounding like an offer, but you really meant it as a want. You wanted to kiss him. You’d held that truth for a while now—months probably—keeping it close to your chest, knowing that it would likely live there forever. There was no room for attachment in your utilitarian partnership, or in his strict Creed and your nomadic existence. Kissing him was an unrealistic daydream, a passing thought you regularly ignored.

Though... it was harder to ignore when he let his gloved hand linger on your waist, or threw himself into the line of fire to protect you, or wordlessly accepted joint commissions from Karga as if your partnership was implicit. He’d been doing all those things more and more often.

And now, your carefully guarded truth was lingering out there, floating freely between you. You started to panic as the silence stretched on and scrambled to snatch it back: “I mean... if you want to know what it’s like.”

You immediately regretted adding that qualification. That wasn’t why you said it.

Another strained moment of silence passed.

“It wouldn’t make for a very good story,” he finally replied. He was trying to make light of the weird situation, but it came out flat in his modulated voice. He was obviously uncomfortable... and uninterested.

You were so incredibly grateful that he couldn’t see your face at that moment. You forced out an unconvincing laugh and said: “Right.”

The chirping of the crickets outside suddenly seemed deafening in the fraught silence that settled between you. You felt him adjust against your back once more. The flask appeared in your periphery, and you grabbed it quickly, taking a long pull.

Fuck.

You could tell that you had just taken the quiet, tenuous potential of your friendship and obliterated it with one awkward sentence.

“I’m going to get some sleep,” he said, pushing himself to his feet behind you.

You nodded vaguely and stayed where you were, staring out into the starry night, until you heard the mechanical click of his bunk closing behind him.

It was never going to happen—you’d always known that. It had never been a real possibility. And yet, in some shadowy corner of your traitorous heart, the tiniest bit of hope had taken root, cultivated by months of lingering touches and endless time spent together in hyperspace. And it hurt to have that fledgling hope completely crushed.

Eventually, you closed the ramp and plopped down on the spare cot against the wall. You tossed and turned for a long time, wondering if Mando would even want to partner with you for jobs any more. Probably not.

You froze when you heard his bunk slide open and the sound of his feet hitting the floor. You expected to hear him walk to the refresher, but when you didn’t hear his footsteps, you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

He was facing you, backlit by the light of his open bunk. His silhouette was different than usual—with a jolt, you realized that he was completely unarmored aside from his helmet. The hands that were twitching and clenching by his sides were bare. You sat up and swung your legs over the side of the cot, waiting for him to do something... anything. The silence between you wasn’t strained now; it was charged, electric, expectant.

He reached back and pressed a button on the wall behind him and his bunk slid shut, bathing the space in complete darkness. You heard him take two steps toward you, then stop. He was waiting for you in the middle of the hull, wordlessly asking you to meet him halfway.

So you did.

You weren’t sure what to do once you were standing a foot in front of his dark outline. You waited for a moment, then you both stepped towards each other at the same time, his hands—you faintly registered that you were feeling his skin on yours for the first time—finding your arms in the darkness. You pressed one palm to the soft fabric covering his chest, tilted your face up... and waited.

He needed to be the one who took that final step.

After he released a shaky exhale through the modulator, his right hand left your bicep to reach up and grip the lip of his helmet. Your stomach swooped in anticipation when you heard the pneumatic release, and you watched the dark shape being lifted from his head.

You could feel the beating of his heart under your fingertips as he lowered his hand to his side, helmet grasped in his fingers. He leaned down, and you couldn’t help but lean up to meet him. Your lips connected sloppily in the dark, off-center and a little harder than you meant, but you corrected yourselves quickly. You thought about how soft his lips were as you moved yours against his; you smiled against his mouth when you noted the tickle of his mustache, and he exhaled against you when you reached up to map out the rest of his face with your hands: scratchy stubble along his jawline, a sharp nose, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, soft hair feathered across his forehead.

He let out a satisfied moan and gripped you a little tighter when you parted your lips to run your tongue experimentally along his pouting bottom lip. He responded in kind, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, his tongue tentatively working its way into your mouth. A muffled moan slipped from your own lips, and you slid one hand under the hem of his shirt, dragging your palm up the rippling muscles of his back.

Mando seemed to be emboldened by your exploration; his helmet clanged against the floor when he let it fall, and both his hands were suddenly roaming over your body, large palms cupping your breasts through your shirt. In an instant, a kiss that had started out as uncertain and eager was suddenly hot and desperate. He backed you toward the ladder with decisive steps until you were pinned between it and his broad chest. His hands worked their way down your back, over the swell of your ass, until he was gripping the backs of your thighs. You linked your hands behind his neck, so he could hoist your legs up and around his middle.

He dipped his head into the crook of your neck, and his lips found your skin. He trailed kisses up, until he paused with his mouth by your ear.

“It was worth the wait.”

***

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shozaii · 4 years ago

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megumi as your boyfriend. (headcanons!)

genre: fluff

pairing: megumi x reader

extra notes: many more problems have been going downhill recently, so i would like to take the time to write for our beloved best boy, megumi. requests are still there, i just need more time to actually process them and find inspo before i could write good ones for you guys! meanwhile, enjoy these hc’s !!

masterlist.

- compliment his pretty eyelashes please and thank you

- he either does one of these; fluster and look away with a pout on his face, or stare right at you with so much confusion. looks around to make sure you’re talking to him because h u h??? me??

- cue yuuji and nobara going wild because they finally got some verification around here, especially from his significant other. (yuuji proceeds to get bonks from megumi.)

- gojo sensei supports and will protecc.

- i feel like the two of you would be the kind to hold pinkies when you’re in public. hands? no; pinkies!! <3 sometimes he looks away and takes your pinky in his. if he doesn’t find it he looks at your hand, takes it, ensures your pinky is secured tightly around his, and boom. megumi continues going on a stroll with you :3

- dates with him are very, very pleasing. it takes away the stress you were feeling at that moment - he’s practically a mind reader at this point. he makes sure to pick the right places when it comes to dates. some of the places being a park, a quiet coffee shop many blocks away from the busy city, a flower garden, etc etc. quite the charmer, if you ask me

- but he doesn’t think that he is one-

- oh my god give this baby headpats. give ‘em all !! 10000/10 best experience ever. at one point he might even tell you “i never knew i was headpattable.” (this isn’t a word i’m aware but i know he would say it.)

- sobbing. sobbing hard

- afternoon naps together because he enjoys your company HHHH

- will let you pet his demon dogs. he knows how much you loved them, and how kind you were to them when you and megumi first met. he has this habit of reminiscing old memories with you🥺

- he likes to kiss your cheeks a whole lot because they’re just so squishy and cute to him🥺 megumi is the kind of person to enjoy every facial feature of yours. try asking him his favorite part of your face - it would take him a whole 10 minutes to reply. but in my opinion, it’s your cheeks that makes him melt 💖

- okay okay scenario time ! when you’re alone with him in his room, he has this one song that reminds him of the both of you. this is when he takes you by the hand, leading you from the bed to the middle of the room, as he sways his hips to the rhythm. it’s like seeing a whole new version of him when you first noticed it - come on it was really cute 😖💕

- only you’ve seen this, but this smirk he has? just drags you away. makes you swoon, flowers will bloom. crops watered, sun will shine bright. imagine this; his smirk showing his pretty whites (highkey thinking he has these fang type teeth, not too sharp but not too blunt either. get what i mean?), eyelashes fluttering, his bangs tickling your forehead as you went further into his embrace.

- and yes, he will acknowledge you being flustered, i just know it

- during training he would just admire you from afar. literally everything about you in his eyes is perfect. if your facial features are enough to make him ascend, think about how he’s just hyperventilating over how gorgeous/astronomical you look. precious, precious boy.

- “fushiguro? you good?”

- “definitely not.”

- yes, that was yuuji. and yes, he’s a hardcore shipper of megumi x y/n.

(a/n) : might do a yuuji one, might not :0

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manonblaqkbeak · 3 years ago

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Surrounded by Warmth

(again i hate title names lol)

something short and sweet for days 21 and 22.

cw: none

enjoy!!

1k words

Aelin woke up surrounded by warmth. The furnace that was her mate had an arm wrapped around her shoulder and the little ball of warmth that was their daughter in-between them had Aelin wishing that they could spend all day in bed to avoid the autumn chill, but it was Saturday and Aelin and Rowan promised Elentiya-Fenrys that they would go into town to visit the markets and shops.

And there was another reason why Aelin couldn't spend all day in bed; her bladder was about to burst. But getting out of bed was no easy feat, not as the movement woke up Elentiya and her little hand reached out and grabbed Aelin's arm, muttering “No, mama, stay.”

“I'll be back in a minute,” Aelin said, hoping that would placate her daughter, but it didn't work. Shaking her head wildly and pouting, Aelin added, “Do you want to join me?”

That got her out of bed, excitedly pushing the quilt back, causing Rowan to stir lightly, but her husband did not wake up, making Aelin happy that he was comfortable enough to know that even in sleep, things were okay.

After finishing her business which Elentiya had taken the time to ask why did Aelin pee so loudly?—that she definitely heard Rowan laughing at—Aelin washed her and Elentiya's faces, and put on a fresh diaper, since toilet training was going about as well as teaching a dog to flush a toilet, Elentiya pointed at the little tambourine that her daughter picked out the last time they were in the music shop. She couldn't really play it properly, which made sense since Elentiya was barely two, but she liked the sound that the zills made and the thumping of the drum head when Elentiya banged her fist against it.

Hugging Elentiya close to her, Aelin decided that it was too early to get up and that more sleep was absolutely necessary, and she knew that her daughter wouldn't object to that idea at all, not as she clung to Aelin and tucked her head against her mother's neck. Kissing the top of her daughter's messy head, Aelin climbed back into bed, going back into Rowan's open arm and resting her head on his shoulder.

Elentiya climbed over her father, the zills ringing out at the movement and just as Aelin was going to close her eyes, Elentiya shouted, “Good morning, papa!” and bonked him on the face with the tambourine not once, or twice, but three times.

Everything went absolutely still for a long moment, and Aelin knew that she should reprimand her daughter, but what came out of Aelin wasn't that at all, but a booming laugh that echoed throughout the chamber as Rowan just furrowed his brow at his own daughter's unique way of saying “good morning”.

Aelin buried her face in her pillow, trying to calm herself down. Rowan's magic pinched at her ear in retaliation, even as he calmly explained to Elentiya that what she didn't wasn't very nice, even if mama did find it funny. Aelin did her best to explain that she was coughing and not laughing to her daughter, but it didn't have the desired affect, with Elentiya laughing along, their daughter's laughter one of her favourite sounds in the world—it was pure joy, the very essence of life and it always struck Aelin when it came so freely, when in her own childhood, once she was in the hands of Arobynn, laughter was rare.

Rowan mumbled underneath his breath, something about how his hair was going to turn white from their antics. Aelin reached over and kissed him on the cheek, silently apologising as she finally calmed down.

Reaching over, Aelin took Elentiya back into her arms, her daughter smiling as she burrowed in-between them once more.

All was quiet while everyone got comfortable, and again, just as Aelin's eyes were shutting, Elentiya asked sweetly, “Papa sing? Please?”

“Yes, papa should definitely sing, shouldn't he?” Aelin said, because he rarely did it and she loved how deep and romantic his voice sounded when he showed them his gift. He almost always sung in the Old Language, the words weaving a story in the air, even if Aelin's grasp on the language was still shoddy at best.

And Aelin knew that maybe she shouldn't be asking for this, that it might look like she was rewarding Elentiya's bad behaviour, but her daughter was young and she would grow and it wasn't like it was the first time she did something she shouldn't. That was just how children were.

Rowan opened his mouth, but Aelin cut him off saying, “And it'll be good for the babe, to hear your voice.” Even though the little life inside of her was only a couple of months old, Aelin liked to think that even in the earliest stages, they somehow knew who Aelin and Rowan were their parents.

“Please?” Elentiya asked again, unaware that she was about to be a big sister in several months, because in her little mind, she was the baby. And she always would be to her parents, even when she was grown with a life of her own.

Rowan relented, because he could never really say 'no' to his daughter, so he tugged them closer and closed his eyes and started to sing.

It was beautiful, and one of Elentiya's favourites, a story about a woman exploring the world and finding herself, the song was more like an epic poem that Elentiya never heard the ending off as she always fell asleep, comforted by her father's voice as the lyrics flowed through him as steady as a river and as Aelin started to fall asleep, her hand drifted to her flat belly, and hoped that the little life inside of her heard it too.

The last thing she felt before she fell asleep was the soft touch of Rowan's lips on her cheek.

Aelin slept with a smile on her face and surrounded by the loving warmth of her family once again.

#this is short bc i have no idea how toddlers talk lol #rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #my work

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