#didn't doesn't deserve the cute food tag

[robustcornhusk]

making a mealplan / making the grocery list for said meal plan / actually getting the groceries for said meal plan / cooking said meal plan:

reaping / sowing / sowing / sowing

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

BIG OL HECKIN EDIT:

I am a dum dum who forgot how to spell @sassenach-on-the-rocks amid my existential terror and dread of the deleted-draft incident mentioned below, and then did a Dum Dum no Double-Down by forgetting to update until now. This headcanon is their brainchild and they deserve all the credit for it.

You may now continue with your previously intended brainrot viewing.

I'm VERY INCREDIBLY MIFFED, MY GUYS.

I had this entire post finished and almost completely formatted and saved it as a draft to finish formatting it on my computer

And it DIDN'T SAVE. And I nearly SCREEEEEMED.

It was for an ask request and I also can't seem to tag the person that sent the ask.

I am A N G E R Y

But after several deep breaths and reminding myself that violence is not the answer, here we are.

At any rate. The ask request was for headcanons involving One Piece boyos taking reader to a Masquerade ball.

To the asker, should you still be around to see it, I really really loved this and thank you so, so much for it ❤️❤️ I really enjoyed finding masks to match their aesthetics.

Only deviation I made was Zoro; you meet him there rather than going with him. It just felt right that way for some reason.

And awaaaaaaaay we go~

The Masquerade

Sanji, Zoro, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy x Reader

SFW Headcanons

This was really so fun and cute and I thank Asker so so much for this.

♫♬Little By Little — The Fratellis♬♫

You wear your mask, I'll wear mine, they don't come cheap but they fit just fine

You can be her and I can be him, and we can both sink while the rest all swim

Sanji

He heard about it when you made port, and there's no way he's not taking you.

He's been looking for an opportunity to take you on the perfect first date, and this is it.

Perfect opportunity for the two of you to get away from the crew for and have a little alone time.

A little dancing, a little wine, a little champagne—it's perfect.

Makes sure not to tell anyone else, if Luffy hears there's free food he'll insist on going and the whole thing will no doubt end in chaos.

He doesn't even tell you—all he tells you, after presenting you with a brand new dress and jewelry (which most likely cost him every last berry in his wallet), is that he would like to take you out for the evening.

And how could you turn him down?

"Come on, love. I promise it will be the best evening you've ever had."

The effort he's already put in, those puppy-dog eyes....

You spend the evening dancing, talking, enjoying the free food, every ounce of his attention on you the entire time as he ensures that you feel like a princess.

Making sure that everyone has their eyes on the pair of you on the dance floor, that they know you're there with him.

Somehow ending up chit-chatting with the catering staff toward the end of the night and being invited to their far less formal after-party.

Stumbling back to the Merry hours later together, half-drunk and giggling and positive that it's the best night you've ever had.

Zoro

"What the hell...?"

He got lost and wandered in.

No idea what's going on, why are all these people wearing masks and dancing?? What exactly is going on this is weird as—

Oh hey there's an open bar, cool.

You recognize him from his bounty poster fairly quickly. There are a lot of marines here, and he really isn’t causing any problems, but he's getting a lot of strange looks...so you decide to do the guy a favor and shove a mask in his hands.

He looks at you like you're speaking another language as you explain where he is and convince him to just put on the damned mask already.

"A ball? I thought this was some kind of weird cult or something."

You just stare at him in disbelief—he thought it was a cult and he's just standing around enjoying the free drinks. 

What.

You brush it off and tell him if he wants to fit in, then dancing is probably a good idea.

He's frowning at you again.

"Yeah, I don't really...do that."

You roll your eyes—there are still people eyeing him suspiciously, you have to do something, so when he finishes his next drink you just grab him by the wrist and drag him out to the dance floor.

Cue impromptu ballroom dancing lessons. He keeps stepping on your feet and mumbling apologies, but it's kind of cute how hard he's trying.

You really can't help but giggle at his explanation that he just got lost and wandered in here.

But you're glad he did—you doubt you would have had nearly as much fun otherwise.

Shanks

Heard about the whole shin-dig while in port.

"Hey that sounds like fun, we should crash it."

You try to be stern, but he pulls out the puppy dog eyes.

"Oh come on please?"

God dammit....

And maybe an hour later you're both making masks.

There's glitter and glue and feathers all over the captain's cabin and you're already dreading cleaning it up.

His has a giant gaudy pirate hat. Because of course it has a giant gaudy pirate hat. He's so proud of it, grinning like a little kid in an arts and crafts class when he holds it up to show you, that you can't even bring yourself to admonish him for it.

And of course the whole thing is invitation-only, and of course he manages to sweet-talk his way in anyway.

Just having such a good time, really doesn't care if anyone recognizes him.

Really doesn't care, just drinking and making small talk and joking with several lower-ranking Marines in attendance who are clearly very nervous.

Within an hour, while you're in the middle of dancing and deciding that maybe this wasn't *such* a bad idea, an announcement is made for everyone to leave immediately.

Judging by the sheer number of Marines outside there's no doubt as to why.

He just gives you a guilty grin before picking you up over his shoulder and bolting back to the ship.

Mihawk

Actually received an invitation, just rolled his eyes and tossed it in the trash.

You dig it out and pout about it until he rolls his eyes and gives in.

"Fine. No more than an hour."

At lease there will be free wine.

Unsurprisingly spends a great deal of time standing in a corner and sipping said wine while staring around haughtily at the other partygoers.

Would much rather be drinking wine back in his secluded castle and not having to deal with other humans.

Spends the vast majority of the evening standing in a corner and nursing a glass of wine while glaring around haughtily at the other guests, daring them to even think of attempting to make small-talk with him.

Doesn't move from his designated corner until he sees other guests daring to flirt with you, at which point he promptly saunters over to pull you to the dance floor and ensure everyone is well aware that you're there with him.

Lightens up a little after that (which may or may not have something to do with the several glasses of wine he's already consumed), but absolutely will not admit that it actually turned out to be a rather nice evening.

He will, however, hold this over your head and remind you that you owe him.

But you know the truth, considering he's a little more willing to attend such events with you after this.

Buggy

Oh what now? An excuse to be absolutely flamboyant and unhinged in public?

You're going. Period. There will no arguments.

He's already got a collection of masks and costumes anyway, this is going to be a blast.

You lose track of him shortly after you get there. You're pretty sure that the explosion that went off toward the back corner of the dance floor had something to do with him.

He finds you while you're sipping a glass of champagne in downright annoyance and proudly informs you that he's made bank going through pockets at the coat check while everyone was distracted by his little diversion.

"Ah, don't worry, babe, they won't notice. They're too busy schmoozing and kissing ass."

Standing around making small-talk with other guests in the most ridiculous put-on aristocratic accent he can possibly muster, introducing you variably as some foreign dignitary or princess from a far off land.

Literally can't take this idiot anywhere.

[cho-aaacho]

—Sunday Kiss

Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Kissing, Hugging, Soft Nanami Kento, Picnics, Picnic Date, Please hug Nanami Kento, because he deserves your love.

Summary : "May spring forever trail in your steps, enveloping you in its embrace of love and warmth. May dawn unfurl its tender fingers, painting your day in hues of lovely red. And may your smile greet me eternally as I open my eyes."

Masterlist

That morning, Kento invited you to go somewhere—a rare request from him since his days off were typically filled with long rests in the apartment. 

Picnic.

But honestly, you genuinely love that idea and are confident he would be happy surrounded by flowers and nice picnic food. At least you could help him on his stressful day. Encourage him to be strong like he should be. 

In recent weeks, your worry has grown for him. Night after night, he comes home with a tired expression or mutters something bad about his coworkers. Hinting that his job has become burdensome.

You offer him some help, but he refuses gently, claiming he doesn't want to bring his problems home. Yet he always acts like that every time you look at his face during dinner. A cold expression with uninterested eyes. You don't want this version of him.

Shoko didn't help much, and Satoru only made Kento dizzy. 

So... his request for a picnic this time is good for you. You might be able to make some good sandwiches, sweet macarons, or even buy a nice bottle of beer. You can picture yourself in a romantic setting while driving with him, and the picnic basket is set behind your seat.

Oh, Kento would be so happy!

He smiled and asked affectionately, "Are you listening to me, sweetheart?"

You playfully wink at him in response, tucking your phone into your jacket. "Yes, I'm listening to Kento-kun."

A smile curled on his lips, followed by a gentle pat on your head. "It looks like you're in a good mood today. I'm glad."

"No, I'm more happy to see Kento-kun with his smile. It's been a long time since I saw you smiling."

"Oh, my sweet love."

He had approached your presence, embracing you and reaching your waist for a sweet hug. He was blabbering about something—lovely sweet words, a pet name, or anything sweet.

He placed a kiss on your neck and moved to your jawline, tracing your face with his textured lips, briefly kissing your lips, sharing his affection with you, and letting you feel him once again.

As he deepened the kiss, he tightened the hug, savoring your breath and aroma. It was intoxicating and cute. 

His kiss left you momentarily breathless, and you gently tapped his shoulder as a hint, and he shifted away from your face.

"Ugh... Ken..."

He chuckled. "Whaa—sorry, am I too affectionate?"

"No, it's alright. I'll be preparing to make sandwiches! Kento-kun can help me with something else."

After spending your time making some sandwiches and macarons, you followed Kento to the car, where he was sitting in the driver's seat. This time he was wearing very beautiful clothes; the color was so suited to him—blue as the clear sky. 

His honey-colored blond hair framed his gorgeous face as he drove to the picnic spot. Humming along, he couldn't help but shower you with compliments, hinting at the radiance of his mood.

As you arrived at Gyoen Park, Kento held your hand, not wanting to lose you, and wanted you to be closer to him, as if you were fragile flowers in his hand.

And he was so gentle. His gestures were perfectly matched with the whole situation. The cherry blossom trees, the clear blue sky, and the green hue of grass.

Everything is so romantic...

In that moment, you wished for this enchantment to linger eternally.

[robustcornhusk]

a bialy is like a bagel except instead of a hole it has a depression

getting top surgery to expedite my ability to eat junk food directly off my bare chest

[amazinglyegg]

Paladin Danse headcanons because I love this little dude

Doesn't like being talked about behind his back, even if they're saying positive things about him. If he's talking about someone not in the room he's bringing up the things he said in that conversation next time he sees them because he thinks they deserve to hear the praise/critique.

Never really looks at the little things in life. The smell of brewing coffee, the way the sun rises over the trees, the calming ambient chatter of a shared living space... it all goes unnoticed by him. He finds himself thinking about the future constantly, and it takes someone who consciously points it all out to him for him to learn to live in the present more.

LOVES learning, although that passion dies down a bit while he's in the Brotherhood, partially due to grief/trauma and partially due to the Brotherhood indirectly teaching soldiers that outsiders are bad and the Brotherhood is always right. His love gets rekindled when he joins the Minutemen.

Doesn't really believe he has PTSD and pushes away medical help because he sort of feels offended that he was diagnosed despite his skepticism. The type of person to think "I don't have PTSD because I don't have any flashbacks, I just have nightmares and intrusive thoughts and sometimes I feel the same overwhelming emotions I felt when the trauma happened... but none of those are flashbacks!" (spoiler alert, man, not all flashbacks look like they do in movies).

Touch starved but not in the "cute clingy boyfriend" way. More like the "cringing away from touch because it's physically painful" way. He hasn't gotten any sort of physical contact in SO LONG and it's seriously fucking with him.

I was going to make a separate post about this but this man would fucking LOVE laser tag. He would be IN HIS ELEMENT. He would be THRIVING. Let this guy play a game of laser tag with some other soldiers please it would be great enrichment for him.

Strangely passionate about socks. Yes, socks. Do you have any idea how GOOD high quality socks feel?? If you complain about any sort of foot pain he has sock brand recommendations for you. He's the sock equivalent of "It's 'cause you're always on that damn phone" that parents use. "Danse my head hurts" "It's because you didn't get the socks I recommended to you" "????"

Will drink as a social activity, but mostly drinks alone. Also a sad drunk.

Would love any and all fidget toys he gets his hands on. Probably refuses to use them because most of them are colorful and "toys", but if you manage to sneak a fidget cube or a tangle in his hands while he's sitting around? That bitch will be used non-stop until he leaves it somewhere and forgets about it. Will probably adjust whatever action he's doing so he can keep one hand free to keep fidgeting.

Doesn't like anything that sticks to his hands or makes a mess on surfaces, like slime, putty, paint, mud, etc. If you hand him slime he will touch it once and then leave to go wash his hands.

Sleeps hot, probably without a blanket often because he overheats. Tosses and turns a lot. Does that thing where he can sleep through basically anything but the second you try to tiptoe past him he will shoot awake.

Keeps Cutler's and Krieg's dog tags in his bedside drawer. Doesn't do so with anyone else's, not because he doesn't care about any of his other teammates who died, but because he knows if he let himself keep doing that the drawer would get filled way too quickly. That realization was at about the same time he "toughened up" a lot more and fell into the commanding officer mindset he's still in today.

Doesn't like needles. He'll get shots and whatever if he needs to, obviously, but unlike most other undesirable things he'll actually complain about it a bit instead of acting like the tough guy. Probably looks away whenever he needs to get stitches.

Eats a ton of food, not so much water. Will absolutely demolish several servings of pasta and then complain of a dehydration headache, completely unaware that the last time he drank water was 7 hours ago.

Likes training new recruits, makes him a bit nostalgic for the old days with him and Cutler. Tends to be a bit soft with the ones that really remind him of Cutler, but in the type of way where he pulls them aside just to say "You did really well today :)" completely oblivious that the poor initiate assumed they were going to get reprimanded and are now having a mini panic attack.

[thehollowwriter]

I need to rant about Timo actually I haven't given him the attention he deserves.

Now Timo isn't one of my "main" characters, but I'd say he's pretty important cause he was one of the first people Silas hired, he was present during Morrigan's death, and he was the only person Silas trusted to be around and even look after Finn when he was baby.

The thing about Timo that he absolutely despises empty promises and people who frequently make them. The reason for that is largely due to his childhood, which was mostly spent in an orphanage.

Timo was left on the streets at a very young age. He can't remember how he got there, but a lot of his early memories were just wandering around Atlantica and being stared at and whispered about ("Oh, that poor thing"), and digging through garbage for food.

This is where his hatred of being "all talk" began. He's been told or overheard so many things that are never acted upon, especially "I'm sure someone will help him," and then they swim away or "Don't worry I'll be right back," and he never sees them again.

Eventually, he ended up in an orphanage he was mostly ignored and passed by cause, well... he's a tiny cuttlefish with sharp teeth and tentacles in his mouth. Most who had the money and privilege to adopt passed him over. He was constantly told, "Don't worry, you'll be adopted soon," which are just more empty promises.

He eventually just kinda realised those promises are made to keep him quiet, to make him shut up and to make him stop looking so sad. They were promises made to make the other person feel better, not him. He just doesn't believe people who promise or insist on things anymore.

When he got over he realised that if he wasn't adopted before he was 18 he'd be kicked out and wind up back on the streets all over again (and he would not be given the kindness people give sad children).

He spent a lot of his early teens looking for jobs and was met for more empty words and promises like "We'll get back you."

One day, he saw Silas' ad in the newspaper (thanks Morrigan for insisting), and while he didn't have hunting experience, he was pretty desperate and decided to give it a shot.

And like... he freaking adored Silas. Was he scared at first? Absolutely, Silas is terrifying. But Silas is a guy who doesn't talk much and chooses every word carefully, and his words are filled with intention.

Silas never makes an empty promise. He gets shit done. If he says he's going to do something, he'll do it. He told Timo he would teach him how to hunt... and then he actually did???? He didn't tell Timo, "Not now." "It turns out I can't." "I hired someone else," He just said. "Let's get started." That means so much to Timo.

It was just amazing and incredible. This guy was listening to Timo and adapting to his needs to teach him better and giving him (a bit odd sometimes) advice and making sure he had essential life skills like- kinda like a dad. He treated Timo like a person and not a sad sight to pity or a cute little thing to gawk at.

And when he wearily corrected Silas on his pronouns and gender Silas was like "? Okay, anyways" and he actually listened and just wtjsgkgsjzvnzvn. Mister Silas is the best dad- *ahem* boss ever. ...And Mister Morrigan's there too ig (/j he likes Morrigan as well)

Tagging: @distant-velleity @br3adtoasty @rainesol @theleechyskrunkly @jovieinramshackle

@galaxies-and-gore @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @officialdaydreamer00 @krenenbaker

@offorestsongs @kitwasnothere @elenauaurs @boopshoops @inotonline

@1dont-really-know @kazumify @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@casp1an-sea @offorestsongs @tixdixl @poisoned-pearls @the-trinket-witch

@ramshacklerumble @ghostiidasponk @thegoldencontracts @the-banana-0verlord @cloudcountry

@skriblee-ksk @twstinginthewind @lumdays @theolivetree123 @natsukishinomiyaswife

@authoruio @jewelulu @raguiras

[ky-yk]

tears of the kingdom (ayj x f!reader)

genre: fluff || word count: 1.7k

author's note: two works in a day, who is she?? anyways my kitsch obsession gave birth to my jock yujin fixation and then this came about so i hope y'all enjoy mwamwa

"zelda...zelda...where is it?"

maybe there was a god up there because the sequel to one of your favorite games of all time, the legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom, happened to come out on the last day of your final exams of the year. you'd been skipping lunch since the game was announced so that you could pick up a copy for yourself on release day. and now here you were, scanning the wall of small titles against bright red spines looking for your well-deserved reward.

mumbling to yourself, your eyes repeatedly raked over the switch covers while debating with yourself whether you should cut your losses and just ask the lone worker by the counter. which you'd rather die than do -- the only person you'd want to be talking to is princess zelda, thank you very much.

a certain someone didn't get the memo, apparently.

"um, hey," you heard from beside you. everyone and their mother could recognize that voice anywhere.

"you're y/n, right? i'm yujin, we go to school together."

of course i know who you are, ahn yujin. resident quarterback, heartthrob, and obnoxious little sh--"oh yeah, that's me," you ended up saying.

don't get it twisted: you definitely saw the appeal if she just wasn't so. damn. loud. your morning would be perfect: birds chirping, wind blowing, and food digesting until you'd hear yujin and her cronies pass the halls making way too much noise for 6:30 in the morning.

"oh thank god, someone who can help me," she sighed in relief. your curiosity was piqued: why was yujin in a video game store at 9pm on a friday night when jang wonyoung was throwing a huge rager on the other side of town (whether or not you were invited is unimportant).

"you do know there's someone who gets paid to do that right over there, right?" you remarked with a raise of your eyebrow.

"i mean, i guess you're right, but i could say the same for you."

how long had she been standing there then?! and how did she notice that...

"touche."

she beamed, showing off her charming eye smile. "well, can you help me?"

"with...?" you asked apprehensively. if there was anything you were known for, it was for reading into things way too much. your friends would go to you last for anything because of how much time you spent directing every little happening. what if i'm being punk'd and the whole football team is outside ready to burst through with their cameras and--

"um, my friend sakura's birthday is coming up and i wanted to get her this game," she pulled up google and then showed you her phone. "you know it?"

lo and behold, there was the cover art for the very game you were looking for.

"oh yeah, i know it. i've been looking for it here too, actually, but it doesn't look like there's any on the shelves."

"huh," she remarked with a pout. cute--wait, what?

"i mean, we could try asking the guy over there? you know, the one who gets paid to look for it?" i asked, looking over to the tall and lanky boy who sat behind the counter who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

she chuckled. "well, i guess you're right."

on the short trip across the store, your mind would not. shut. up.

wait, she knows kkura-unnie? but her and kkura-unnie could not be farther from each other on the high school food chain. then again, anything is possible: this is a world where ahn yujin could act all shy and quiet, notice me talking to myself, and look like a puppy dressed in her varsity hoodie and cyclers instead of partying it up with the rest of the school.

"excuse me, do you have this game in stock?" she asked the boy -- whose name tag read 'felix' -- expectantly.

"hm, we've only got one copy left though," felix replied after checking the stack of switch games under the counter and placing the lone copy on it.

you and yujin looked at each other, eyes wide, and going through your own dilemmas.

"oh, really...?" you asked.

"yeah, a bunch of people came to pick up some copies throughout the day."

"hm, alright. well, she'll take it," yujin said.

felix hummed in acknowledgement and scanned the game while you looked over at the girl in disbelief.

"but..."

"kkura-unnie's birthday isn't until sunday; i've got time. come on, felix is waiting for your payment."

you didn't even register him telling you the price because you were just staring at this girl. what in the...

"oh, i'm sorry. here you are," you said as you took out your weeks worth of allowance. yujin noticed your face scrunch up as you passed over $70 in cash to felix and couldn't suppress her little chuckle.

you both made your way out of the store with yujin holding the door open for you and the rest of the store to be met with a gust of cold, refreshing night air.

"are you sure you don't want this game? it might be hard to find tomorrow -- i mean, you saw how this was the last copy they had in stock..." you turned your body to face her, arms flailing about as you spoke. all you were met with was an easy smile from the star quarterback.

"don't sweat it, y/n. i saw that you really wanted it and besides, my presence is enough of a gift for kkura-unnie, don't you think? she'll understand," she replied cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes in response.

"anyways, i'll get going, bye yujin!"

"wait! do you need a ride home? it's pretty late, don't you think?"

"don't sweat it, yujinnie," you turned her words around on her. "my house isn't much farther from here."

"don't you live nearby wonyoungie?"

"yes...? how'd you know that?"

"i've been known to be observant," she replied nonchalantly.

"is that just code for 'stalker' or..."

"yah!" exasperated at the accusation, she hit your shoulder.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding, god did you have to hit me?!"

her eyes went wide in worry. " i am so s--"

"stalker, violent, man, wait until the school hears the truth about their resident heartthrob," you joked, trying to ease her worries, which seems to have worked when you saw her shoulders relax and her trademark smile take over her features.

"anyways, let me give you a ride home. i was going to go over to wonyoung's anyways," she said.

"if you insist," you replied.

quietly, you both made your way over to her car. she opened the door for you before making her way over to the driver's side, the action making you raise your eyebrows before getting inside. she turned on the ignition and reminded you to put your seatbelt on.

"i'm not an idiot," you rolled your eyes.

"better safe than sorry, y/n. i wouldn't want your blood on my hands."

your eyes might as well have been seeing the back of your skull with how much you'd been rolling your eyes at the girl. when she heard the buckle click, she started making her way out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

around strangers, you were usually reserved. you pretty much just flew around the school like a ghost, doing your own things with no one minding you. it took a while for you to get talkative.

it took one night for ahn yujin. what can you say, the girl was interesting.

"i'm curious, how do you know kkura-unnie?"

"oh, we go to the same dance class every weekend."

she dances?! "you dance?!"

"is that so surprising?" she spared you a glance before focusing back on the road. she's got precious cargo after a--what?

"kinda, yeah. i'm learning a lot about you, ahn yujin."

"only good things, i'm hoping."

"very good things, yujinnie."

after talking about anything and everything, you realized she'd already pulled up to the front of your house.

"well, here you are."

"oh. alright," you replied, the disappointment evident in your tone. you were about to open the door when yujin spoke up.

"hey, i don't know about you, but i had a lot of fun, y/n. if you're down, do you wanna hang out again...?" she looked over at you like she was preparing for the worst.

all you gave her was a small smile. "i'd love to, yujinnie."

her entire face brightened up and then she grabbed a marker from her glove compartment. you just stared at her as she grabbed your hand and wrote her phone number down, your face heating up slowly but surely.

"text me, okay?"

"alright, yujinnie. go enjoy your party!" you said as you walked out and closed the door.

"and go enjoy your game, y/n. good night!" she called out and waited for you to go inside your house before driving off.

6 months later...

your morning could not have gotten any worse. you slept in, skipped breakfast, and it was raining like hell. the rowdy quarterbacks were basically drowned out by the storm.

which explains why you didn't notice her until you felt a heavy yet comforting jacket resting on your shoulders, followed by slender arms wrapping around your shoulders. you looked up and saw ahn yujin: star quarterback, quiet lover, and your heartthrob.

"hey," she looked down at you with an easy smile. you smiled back, although it looked a lot more like a grimace as your lips formed a thin line and your cheeks puffed up.

"i saw your messages. i brought you a croissant," she said while placing the paper bag on your desk.

"thank you, yujinnie," you said while wrapping your arms around her waist and tightening your hold on the girl. past y/n would be screaming, crying, throwing up at this, you thought to yourself. she hummed before leaving a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

"i'll go ahead, but i hope your morning gets better, love. are we still on for later?" she asked expectantly. you chuckled. "of course we are, yujinnie. go now!" you said as you playfully shoved her away. she ran off, but not without sparing you one last glance: the same one that got you hooked all those months ago.

"eh?! you're dating yujin-ah?!" you heard from beside you. your eyes went wide as sakura's unmistakeable voice finally settled in.

this'll be a long morning...

[robustcornhusk]

so normally i'm the one with the trash panda dinner ideas ("what if we just ate nuggets for dinner?") but tonight partner was like "so, given that we ate only carbs for four days, i never want to see a carb again. do you just want to fry a block of tofu and eat that?"

[newwavesylviaplath]

award shows always make me unreasonably anxious so to take my mind off the grammys i decided im gonna rank some things that u guys commented on a post i made a while back feel free to gimme more/interact in the comments

albums from a fave artist (i can't tag the person who sent this in; also im gonna do two artists for funsies):

lady gaga:

6) chromatica: not in last place for any reason other than i like the others better

5) the fame monster: a staple ofc, again i don't dislike it i just like the others more

4) born this way: beautiful album just like super overplayed and it's usually the one i skip the most BUT im ranking it higher than the last two because of the cultural impact

3) joanne: i love this album so much it's so slept on and like i get that it's a departure from her regular sound but she did it perfectly. some of my fave gaga songs are on this album

2) the fame: partially ranked this high because of nostalgia partially ranked this high because my favourite gaga song of all time is summerboy

1) artpop: i'm forever an artpop apologist. if u hate this album u hate ME.

st vincent:

8) all born screaming: good album but it just doesn't do it for me like the others do. although it totally deserved the three grammys it just won

7) daddy's home: great era for annie aesthetic wise, a few really good songs but majority are skips for me im afraid

6) love this giant (with david byrne): i love this album with all my heart two of my favourites coming together to put out an absolute eclectic masterpiece in actually sad i have to put it this low

5) masseduction: truly solidified my belief that annie is one of a kind. an absolute rockstar. so many hits off this one but overall not my fave

4) self titled: i actually used to have beef with this album idk why it's great. also digital witness was the first st vincent song i heard!!

3) actor: banger after banger

2) strange mercy: i love this album it's filled with what i consider my 'comfort songs' not to be cringe but a lot of them got me through what was quite literally the worst period of my life

1) marry me: idk how to explain my love for this one the girls that get it get it

monster high girls by what i would personally wear ( @cultclassic111 ):

10) venus: literally ever since i was little i had beef with her solely for her outfits

9) ghoulia: i'm sorry she's so cute but i hate 2010s nerd chic

8) frankie: i could never pull off a tie like that

7) lagoona and clawdeen: idk i just have no desire to own any of their clothes

6) cleo: same as the last two but i do love her hair

5) spectra: very cute i can't see myself regularly wearing anything she owns though maybe every once in a while

4) rochelle: come on now. i love everything she wears ofc i would

3) draculaura: realistically i feel like i'd by to self conscious to wear her default outfit but id die to go out in some of her other pieces

2) abbey: i love abbey i love wearing furry things and short dresses i can't explain how badly i want to dress like her i literally almost spent $300 on her boots (didn't though)

1) scarah: i mean come on. she is so cutesie so sixties plus i look good in green. not only do i want her outfits the most i feel like shes the one i actually dress the closest too irl

flavours of tea ( @cherries-and-lipgloss ): okay so i actually hate all hot drinks i only drink cold things so im rating iced teas whoops

dead last) regular iced/sweet tea: i hate this i hate iced tea i hate it

5) passion fruit black tea with tapioca pearls: very specific but also very good and technically tea i fw this so hard 10/10 newwavesylviaplath approved

4) dragonfruit tea (specifically from yogenfruz sorry if that's niche): another 10/10 one of the only things that reminds me of the seventh grade in a positive way

3) iced matcha: would've been my number one but i'm 90% that's what ended up giving me food poisoning in december so she's at second place now

1) iced chai: number one!! i love an iced chai even though sometimes it tastes like a yankee candle (but like in a good way)

pokémon types ( @melsimps ):

i know the person who commented this meant like different categories or whatever but idk that much about pokemon so i'm just gonna list my top five

5. jigglypuff (come on now)

4. pollywag cuz i was obsessed with that little guy

3. vulpix such a cutie

2. lillygant another cutie pie (i couldn't remember the name and had to search up 'pokemon that looks like a green onion')

1. sylveon i know it's basic but again i know barely anything about pokémon

fave mutuals ( @thebonesofwhatyoubelieve ): i'm not doing this jon....

[lacaptaine]

Summer Scribblin'

DISCLAIMER: I MAY HAVE TAGGED IT AS ARTHUR WITH READER BUT IT ISN'T ROMANCE, JUST FLUFF, AND CUTE FAMILY LIKE DYNAMIC. THANKS.

Hello, this is my first contribution to fandom ever and like; I barely write. Just so you know, I am no writer, unless I feel like it. I needed to however get this idea out of my system, because I believe Arthur deserves to feel a little happy for a moment. I'm leaving a link to ao3, but there's also a tumblr text version below. : )

Arthur Morgan has a soft spot for children, change my mind.

WORD COUNT: 2,391

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SUMMARY: He may be a terrible man; until a child comes along. That's where his heart melts, paternal instincts kicking in rather immediately. With that, we see the Outlaw finding himself enjoying the presence of a peculiar youngling, who doesn't seem to speak much.

Humid was the air on this land, almost like one would jump into a pot of boilin' stew. It almost felt impossible to breathe at times, many of 'em outlaws seekin' shelter under the confines of tree leaves, some optin' for minimum amount of layers to cover their bodies. Terrible damn weather.

One of 'em outlaws, 'spite the rather unpleasant conditions, still decided to sit in here and scrawled like an angry, bad man that he can be, his large hand holdin' his pen in a tight grip, its tip runnin' in quick strokes. His brows were pulled down, creating a fresh pairs of wrinkles on his sweaty forehead. One of the fellow members of his gang, whose mouth ain't ever stopped runnin', had a lot of things to say 'bout today's action in the town, criticising his alleged lack of backbone. Fuckin' moron; one who'd rather come in 'n watch everyone's brains splatter all over the walls, at times leaving one wondering whether the numbers matter to him only in terms of money, or with the numbers in question being 'bout casualities. The higher the amount for both, the better he felt, one would assume. The cowboy's fingers stroked over slicked strands of blonde hair as he sighed deeply. He ain't got the patience for the bastard, and he's come to realise that it is indeed better for the sake of keepin' it together if he'd ignore him. After all, at the end of the day, the moron's gettin' real kick out of it. He's just a waste of breath, waste of space, waste of mind, waste of food, waste of... 

Alright, maybe he will focus on appreciating the wildlife, instead. 

After he was done with givin' his frustrations a little outlet, rather than a bullet to the previously mentioned fella's head, he turned the page, and opted for drawing, a particular hare catching the man's attention. It didn't move, so it proved to be a perfect opportunity for him to drown in the world of, uh... bunnies. It's better than causin' more fuss.

Not so long later, a gentle padding of boots against the ground reached the man's trained ears; however, suspecting that it's just one of the gang members passin' by, he didn't bother lookin' up, having found nothing close to eagerness for conversation. At some moment, soft footfall stilled on the grass, right next to him, what he assumed could be someone waitin' for him to speak.

'What is it?' he inquires, rugged voice rasping out, in a manner which one might find threatening, blue eyes remaining set straight on the paper in front of him. The answer, however, has never been granted to him, deepening the scowl on his face. Leaving the questions hangin' in the air was always a lil' bit of a burden. 'Whaddya-'

With a turn of his head, his sight is welcomed by a particular person, a new... rather small member of their gang, leaving cowboy's face scribbled with bewilderment. She stood there, her height barely reaching past his reclined form, her facial structure being an epitome of innocence. Tiny hands clasped right in front of herself, her head bowed like one of a fawn's. 

'If that ain't... hey,' he greeted, having cleared his throat. 'I, uh... You want somethin'?' The outlaw fixed his expression almost immediately, opting to give a child a smile which oozed warmth and safety, almost forgetting 'bout whatever the hell's been on his mind just a second ago. He wouldn't want to scare the youngling with a a mean look; 'specially since he was able to see her own cheeks roundin' up into a bashful smile itself. She couldn't have been livin' here on this earth for longer than five years, though he cannot tell with them kids. What he knows is that the man has a special set of behaviours reserved for small folks like her, and that the poor thing needs friendly faces to get accustomed to. He is a terrible man, one that kills, one that beats people up and robs the hell outta 'em, but he didn't have the heart to just be another mean bastard when it came to children.

There's a case of her peculiarity that everyone's been rackin' their brains about. First, the kid didn't speak. No one was able to come up with the reason; she seemed to hear just fine, although she merely responded with a glance; if she bothered sparing one, which brings another aspect. It could always been 'bout the fact that she were a little one, nevertheless, eye contact proved to be challenging for her; her gaze always averting as soon as someone returned her own. It left several members wondering about the history behind this quiet girl, other than the tragic circumstances surrounding her discovery. For now, they opted to making the child feel like at home. She hadn't got anyone else to turn towards, with the The Outlaw finding the lost youngling alongside the Leader of the gang a few months back. Her wailing, and a couple of lifeless bodies were enough backstory for them to come to a conclusion that the poor child was utterly alone in this harsh world.

With that, the man suddenly realised that it is the first time he's able to see the colour of her eyes, the curious lookers taking in the sight of a journal in his hands; more specifically, scribbles he had done a few days back when he was on his journey through the forests of West Elizabeth; as the pages turned when he wasn't holding them in place. He always had it with him, this journal; something about the world around him capturing his interest everytime, with paper providing space for his thoughts, or even doin' as much as letting him capture quickly what he had seen. Interestingly shaped trees, wonderfully coloured flowers, animals; funny lookin' or not, always ended up finding their own place in his journal. It ain't like he shared it with anyone, it was after all so personal to the man. A child, however, was enamoured by little drawings he did, fascinated by the details of a wild hare on a page, her tiny mouth slightly open. With one last glance at the man, she hesitatantly took a step towards him, with an expectant gaze, her finger pointed towards the small patch of grass next to him. 

'You, uh...' The Cowboy repeats her gesture awkwardly. '... Wanna sit with me?' No response aside from an endearing tilt of her head, as if he were lookin' at a pup. He found himself unable to resist a gentle laugh, even if he were quite unsure of how to go on about with this one. Something 'bout this youngling just had him in her tiny grasp; that much was clear. She needed someone to make her feel safe, having her childhood ruined in such a cruel manner. Warmth washed over him; because it truly is the first since she were able to hold the eye contact with him, as if she were finally opening herself up. 'Alright, come here, Lil' one.'

Perhaps, it will be best if he were to repeat himself, that's for sure. In an inviting manner his large hand moved, tapping it against the green ground next to him, the seat she eagerly took. 

'Ah... Look at you, comin' outta your shell, yeah?' He encouraged further, with the toddler glancing up at the man's face once more, with a small giggle. Then what follows... Silence. As usual. A nod of his head, and he thinks for a moment, feeling her stare on him. "What should he do?", he wonders, scratching his rough chin as he tries to think of ways he could entertain the child... While she ran tiny fingers over the clean sheet of paper, as if she found the texture rather fascinating. Ah, well, it... it's his... Well, private belonging or whatever, but it ain't like the kid will steal his journal and run away with it, no. She is very polite when she makes a bashful gesture of her hand, as if to ask him if she may hold it, if she can use the sheets of paper, and something about it just melts his cold heart, devoid of any kindness, or so, as he likes to believe...

'Here you go,' he said simply, the journal traversing through his hands to her own, because for how long can he resist his paternal instinct, the one he thought had died a long time ago? He's a bad man, he thinks. The youngling skips over the pages with words, a natural instinct to be more drawn towards the pictures of flowers he'd made.

'My, a real connoisseur of art,' the man laughed, but the girl haven't looked up at him, her eyes observing the sketch of a deer with intrigue. 'Not like I'm, uh... any artist or somethin'...' He was a tad awkward, that's for damn sure. He was a rugged outlaw after all, a terrible man, robber and a killer of the worst sort. Seein' small folk like her just makes him... Wonder what makes a little pup like her want to hang around with him. 

After a moment, the child looks up at him with a bashful look on her face, almost apologetic in a way. Her hand slightly raised to her face, tapping her finger against it. Oh.

Suddenly, it all makes sense now. 

The outlaw cleared his throat; right.

She ran into an empty page, rubbing her round nose with fingers deep in thought, before her eyes peeked into the pen in his hand, gaze that the Outlaw followed with utmost attention. He didn't know what to think, it ain't like... Ah, those damn children. 

'Wanna, uh... draw? Scribble a little?' His speech was slow, giving her the time to observe the movements of his lips. The pen was raised, its tip drawing circles in the air, while he pointed at the journal in the child's hand. Trying his best to make an attempt at finding a different way to speak and help her understand his intentions, past the verbal communication, he saw the child next to him lighting up all of sudden, a reaction that got him smilin'. Smilin' to a point where his cheeks hurt. She perked up, like little, baby deer, and it took all his strength to not melt as her tiny fingers took the extended pen out of his large hand.

This precious thing was overjoyed, that much he could see. It's like the pen transferred an energy that's been waitin' for its release since the day she was born. The child doodled, using the simplest shapes to portray different creations of nature. A big tree on the left, with a sizeable flower that reached half of its height; a smiling cat with three whiskers on each side of its muzzle, probably havin' in mind a feline that she may have seen at some point in her life; equally just as big, and a little house. The Outlaw, normally, wouldn't have it within him to just let someone scribble all over his belonging, but god damn it. It's a child. Ain't like they got much paper lyin' around for free use. If that means seein' a the little duckling happy, so be it...

The man saw a red squirrel running right in front of them, stoppin' every once in a while to check the surroundings. And of course, he didn't have the heart to stop the little artist in the heat of her passion, but he couldn't let the opportunity for her to see the curious animal just pass! He nudged the girl gently, just on her arm, and pointed at the rodent that tried to jump over the tree. It took her a moment, her eyes being squinted in focus, before relaxing when she saw it. 

'Look'at it go, almost as tiny as you!' The man laughed gently, lookin' down at her once more, seein' that she's already traced the lines which resemble the squirrel; the girl havin' made sure to emphasize long ears and fluffy tail. The animal on the paper was almost as huge as the cat next to it. He's a bad man, and yet, he couldn't resist the smile that's been plastered on his face for a good few minutes now. She may not have been as expressive as other children he'd see, but when the baby giggled, when her lips curled up, or even when she did as much as she scrunched her nose in focus; warmth washed over his cold, cold and, once again, cold heart. It's like the girl melted it, and stole it, the precious little thing she was, paternal instincts resurfacing within him once more.

And then; just like that, he saw a sketch, and his eyes widened slightly. On a page he sees a drawing of a person... A man with a beard, a hat on his head, with a scarf wrapped aroung his neck, and the widest damn smile on his face, like the one of a fool's. The Outlaw wiped his mustache, taking into his hands the journal she had extended to him, with that expectant look on her face. She waited for that nod of approval, needing it more than anything at this moment; an approval that he, this rugged man, granted. Of course, he knew who that fella on the page was; it were him, or, how the toddler saw him as. A big fella with a hat, who smiles at her widely. He wasn't an outlaw to her, or a goddamn cowboy. To the girl, he was just a nice man who let her draw in his journal, who kept her safe from dangers of cruel world, which took her childhood. Possibly the first person she had approached on her own ever since she found herself in the gang. 

And that is something he couldn't wrap his head around. How is it possible, that he; a person so terrible as he is, was the one that this kid somehow wasn't threatened by?

And god, why was he smiling so much? He cannot tell. 

What he can tell, however, he hasn't done that for so long. 

And that her own smile, he wants to protect. 

[nilboxes]

Nitimur in Vetitum Part 4 of Nemo Saltat Sobrius, Nisi Forte Insanit, an Aventio Series

Read at AO3

Rating info, tags and extensive notes ⬇ (mentions some leaks regarding planar orb)

I've always wanted, for the longest time, to be able to capture a film noir feel written fiction and while I don't necessarily feel like I did it here 100% I felt like I nailed down some of the atmosphere and the themes.

I fully went into writing this with the idea that Aventurine had a mini vacation while he's still preparing for the assignment, but he doesn't really strike me as the type to just truly lounge around when something as huge as the Penacony gig is looming over his head, so he actually had some kind of purpose there, not exactly minor but not major either.

The plot sort of got away from me and just wrote itself with Aventurine going through the motions of a date. This isn't their first sit-down together meal as I wrote in a 2nd part of the sickfic drabble in the drabble series (which I didn't cover because it'd just be sick Aven trying to eat and Ratio quietly watching over him) but this is a first proper one.

I always feel like Aven is a big eater when he does actually find time to eat, otherwise he's chowing down on some nutrient paste thing when he's on the go (an idea that always stuck with me ever since I read a tidbit of that Warhammer lore and it was kinda sad way to find sustenance honestly) I feel like Aven does try to eat good food as much as he can, obviously having grown up not being able to indulge in those things.

I REALLY love the scene where Aven is trying to protect Veritas from seeing the carnage. I feel like it'll only really appeal to me but whatever, but the idea of short king Aventurine being all domineering, cupping Veritas' face and leading him to face away and saying "look at me" is so AUGH I did well for myself here I come back and read this scene now and then

I also really like exploring Aventurine's conflicting ideas about whether or not he should keep Veritas close to him. I never once felt like he didn't feel as if he didn't deserve it, but he definitely felt like he was doing something wrong because he's inevitably going to hurt Veritas one way or another if he lets Veritas invest feelings in him when he throws his life around in gambles and doesn't really fully expect to come out of it. I suppose he feels irresponsible for that? But then Aventurine, for me, is nothing but greedy, I feel like that's the essence of his character, and it's more intriguing when there seems to be no real substance to that (no higher purpose, no true meaning) other than he is a hungry little thing and he will gamble for more because he wants more (probably a trauma response to be honest)

I think here I wrote Veritas in such a manner that he is always so clinically interested in Aventurine, but there's not a lot of emotional processing until he looks into Aventurine's sad, dull eyes and is somehow enchanted enough to wax poetics. I feel the awkwardness is a bit on brand for Ver, since he's so smooth and elegant when he's alone and not talking, but when he does the pomposity just doesn't mix too well, which I find cute.

On Aventurine's side, I could not resist adding in some early context about how he really, truly sees Veritas as his "savior" and I touched upon this again in another drabble, but the idea of the Scholar King was what got him through his early days in the IPC, and then serves as sort of an anchor and comfort during his personal trials when he became a Stoneheart was something I always liked to serve as the basis of why he approached Veritas as depicted in the light cone. I think he never really thought about where it would go though, hence when he got what he wanted he wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to keep it hence the attempt at driving Veritas away.

When I wrote this, the leaked description of the Sigonia planar ornament came, and I like to say the rain coming in to salvage Aventurine's attempts at self-sabotage is deliberate, but it was really a happy accident that I just quietly tied around his past.

The sex scene idek, that was really hard to write. I wrote like 1000 words on Veritas POV before I realized I was going about it the wrong way and switched to Aven's, did not make it any easier, but I at least thought the indescribable yearning was conveyed properly, so while it might not be the most coherent scene I think I'm pretty happy with it anyway.

Next up: a slightly less angsty fic, and a retrospection that probably deals with 2.1 events depending on how things go!

[bluecoolr]

But what if Darrell and Bright Eyes (Bartholomew Evan?) were twins? 

One of them is taller, and jokes about hogging up the womb make regular appearances in conversation. Also, them pulling the "I should have absorbed you in the womb, you ugly fuck!" on occasion. 

Bright Eyes is 6'0" and Darrell is 6'3" but B is noticeably heavier. 

B is a lot more physically conditioned than Darrell. You look at him and immediately know he's in the army.

Darrell doesn't have tattoos. He has his ears pierced and all but he's not the type of guy to get tattoos on a whim. He is the sort of sap ♥︎ to get something that represents his partner, though. Either their name or some imagery or both, but never portrait tats.

B is tatted up. Lots of death imagery there. He probably has a grim reaper tattoo somewhere and a stereotypical "Semper Fi" or "USMC". He definitely has a cute lil flash she-devil pinup. 8 ball. Horror movie characters (Leatherface or maybe even the Predator). Throw in a casual "Creeping Death" in there. 

He has Darrell's name tattooed. Maybe a lily to represent Susannah. Maybe even 5 lilies to represent all his siblings. 

Definitely has a black sheep tattoo. 

I also see B being really into scarification. Darrell tells him not to get any because they're both keloid-formers, and it's difficult to predict how they might heal up. Didn't stop B from getting Y-shaped autopsy scars, though.

B is loud only when Darr is around. If his twin is out of sight, you're not getting a word out of him. Very moody. Sometimes he's up for laughs, but when his social battery drains he's not responding. 

Both absolutely love corn muffins. Will fight for the last muffin.

While Darrell loves chicken, B is a big sea food guy. Will 10 times out of 10 eat with his hands. (Watch him lick his finger clean go ahead). 

Always fucks up his blood pressure after eating sea food and Darrell has to nurse him. 

They have similar music tastes.

Darrell likes straightforward metal bands like Slayer and Sepultura. B likes shock rock theatrics like Rob Zombie’s and Alice Cooper’s.

Darrell prefers boxers over briefs.

B prefers briefs over boxers.

B is a dog guy.

Darrell is a cat guy.

Both are bisexual. Guess who leans more to which. 

B has a higher alcohol tolerance and is the designated driver after a bar trip. He likes to see Darrell struggle while walking. Many bruises have been sustained on the long walk from the driveway to the porch. 

B would love analog horror so fucking much I swear to God. The goddamn freakazoid.

I honestly can’t decide who would have longer hair. 

tagging some moots that might wanna see this (if not i'm so sorryyyy) @the-pinstriped-hood @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @solmints-messyocdiary @rottent33th @slaasherslut @probably-a-plant-thing @goldrose-star

[sealrock]

Your OC's: Cupcake Edition

I was tagged by @archaiclumina for this, ty for the tag! here's the picrew so you can make your own cupcake!

I'm doing all of my main roster so this is going under the cut so I'll be tagging @the-unending-journey @dragonsongmakhali @ahollowgrave and @jigschosai (feel free to skip if you've already done this)

to be frank, I know nothing about cupcakes and their flavors, so these are based off of vibes alone :p

paris:

I feel like paris would like a very simple cupcake; no frills or the bells and whistles. they would probably go for a safe choice like chocolate with very little toppings

yves:

like paris, yves' cupcake is simple. I don't think he understands the concept of cupcakes to begin with since he doesn't eat human food, so his is a mildly edgy black and white cupcake with some light dusting on top. the skull n crossbones is courtesy of kirke

kirke:

kirke's is... whatever the hell this sugary monstrosity is. it's all over the place, just like her, it looks like it's been sprinkled with poison and it doesn't look very appealing to eat. no one knows where the bone came from

evander:

evander's a basic guy, he's more of a savory enjoyer and not too keen on sweets due to his health issues. but if you forced him to, evander would go for a simple chocolate and vanilla combo; bland enough for him to eat and not too sweet to risk a coma

patroclus:

one word: purple. patroclus' cupcake would be extremely cute, too cute to eat according to him. while too sweet for evander and too frilly for paris, patroclus likes his cupcake and he's almost ashamed to eat it since it's a work of culinary art (he eats it anyway because achille almost took it from him)

achille:

achille has a raging sweet tooth, so it's no surprise he would eat this colorful cupcake that would give evander heart palpitations. with its medley of sugary sweet flavors, it's piled high with icing and topped with various bits of candy and chocolate, achille would devour this in less than a minute

tauvane:

tauvane is known to have a semi-sweet tooth, but unlike her son tauvane's cupcake is more clean. I imagine she likes red velvet because it's red, and this cupcake is more akin to her time in ishgard than who she is now, very regal and fancy. tauvane still carries those traits, though she would probably get rid of the heart chain

andromache:

like tauvane, andromache's cupcake would be fancy but not overloaded with toppings. andromache has a secret love for chocolate like the rest of her family, so she wouldn't shy away from a cupcake like this. she deserves a treat every once and a while

hector:

before his unfortunate possession, hector's cupcake would've most likely look like this. despite his personality, he doesn't like sweets so his cupcake would be topped with nuts and dark chocolate. why does the wrapping has an eye on it? don't worry about it. why is the picture cracked?? don't worry about it :)

azem (helen):

this would be perfect for helen, but contrary to everyone else, helen only made this to annoy hades. the sugary glob with the single eye staring back at him puts him off from eating it, so helen eats it instead. I imagine the ancient world didn't eat too many sweet things so helen would enjoy it

[lil-melody-moon]

Oh thank you! @circle-bircle I will have a kick out of it <3

Three Ships: I'm not much of a shipping person, unless it's self-inserts so I guess I will go with that - there were canon character x oc ships in the past, but that is in the past, so let me uncover myself now: 1. Keith Moon/Me - Now that one began for personal reasons. I just feel some kind of connection to this drunkard, I don't know. I'm acting like a high school girl in love when I see him - I blame it entirely on the fact that he reminds me of my dad, but it can be many other reasons. Along with the fact that it's thanks to him that I love drums so much. It's a cute relationship most of the time, kind of a replacement for the fact that I'm still single and I don't deal with it well. If I can't have a partner in reality (for now I hope) I can have one in my mind, right? Haha... 2. Uncle Ernie/Me - I've watched "Tommy", that was it. That was enough to make me go from being totally embarrassed at first to then mumble "Fuck, he's hot" upon seeing him later in the musical. And I will summarize it like this - I fell into "uncle/niece" trope and two of my dear friends group are kicking my ass with it. I like it tho, it's toxic, but like, why not? 3. John Bonham/Me - I would go with another one, but I guess this one deserves a third place at least. My sweet sweet chubby guy <3 There's just something friendly and family like about him that just draws me in. There's a lot to hug actually and I love cuddles so. Ideal men to have cuddles with <3 It's a family like relationship, very warm and protective. One I turn to when I feel very very lonely.

It's noticeable that I have a weakness for alcoholics, right? The blame's on dad

First Ever Ship: Umn, if I remember correctly it was from Harry Potter. I was young, I didn't even know about the concept of shipping, but I always had thought that Harry will end with Hermione. My disappointment at the end was VERY BIG XD Last Song: Currently listening to sweet Friends by Led Zeppelin Currently Reading: A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas and as much as I like the first and second book this one is just... I don't know. It exists because the war has to be resolved somehow. The entire nice and heat atmosphere about Rhys's and Feyra's relationship was blown away by the fact that they are together in this one, very close. I don't know, the way their relationship is shown doesn't speak to me. So I'm just pushing to the end and THEN I'm gonna read John Lennon's biography *heart eyes*. Heart eyes even if I hear mixed opinions about Philip Norman. I am a curious fucker, I bought it because it's about Lennon! Currently Watching: The Office and I keep asking myself "Michael, what do you see in this woman???" I'm after the episode where Jim and Pam were visiting Michael and Jean at their house. Michael, stop being such a fool ;; Currently Consuming: I'm not eating anything but if it comes to media consumption... Anything that has even the slightest connection to Keith Moon. You would have to see me at the book fair when I've noticed Who's Next album by The Who. My friend from my degree was standing next to me and I almost hugged the album, saying: "I will not let it go, mine" and she laughed so hard at that XD Currently Craving: I will make it not food related because I ate lunch not so long ago, but... NSFW incoming - I do crave one guy's dick, some days even way too much, to the point that I can't think, but I think that's the single woman's fate.

Tagging! @jimmysdragonsuit13 @jimmys-zeppelin @groovyysav @boilmynoodles @diamondstuddedflunkies @whothefuckisanja @marleighdrinkscoffee @shades-of-tiefes-purpur @m-faithfull

9 people you’d like to get to know better

omg thank you @neotula for tagging me!!! i love being tagged in things!!! yay!!!!!!

Three Ships:

I guess I'll do the first three that come to mind????? I don't have a #1 OTP or anything like that so

Sonya/Genny. They're just so freaking pretty together. I love women!!!!!!

Jecht/The Emperor: ok hear me out. HEAR ME OUT. why wouldn't someone ship them? when Tidus dies or whatever and Jecht gives him his lifepower/energy/whatever the hell happens, the Emperor takes JECHT when he's like that and gosh their conversation in Dream's End where the Emperor is all like 'actually I've been lying to you this entire time lol' UGHGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!

Cecil/Rosa/Kain: ummm idk i just had a fleeting thought about mind-controlled kain and mind-controlled cecil and which one would be the lesser evil to rosa. like. i don't know. but mind-control shenanigans aside they love each other very much and that is fact. i love ffiv

First Ever Ship: it was probably len/luka tbh. i feel like people got peeved at it because len is supposedly 14 and luka is supposedly 20 but i just aged em up. something about the yellow/pink combo (and the fact i was obsessed with vocaloid for like a decade too)

Last Song: I'm currently listening to the Tetra Master theme from FFIX :)

Currently Reading: Allen Ginsberg's A Supermarket in California. It's for class. I hate poetry, but I have to do it for my grade. I also have to read a bunch of other poems. Gosh, I hate poems. I don't know what my professor wants me to interpret from poems because it feels like he wants a "right answer" but my answer is that "it was a poem and it did things."

Currently Watching: I don't watch TV. Or movies. The last thing I watched was the first Twilight for the first time! I wish I sparkled in the sunlight.

Currently Consuming: Nothing ATM, but me and a friend went to a bakery and I got her a whoopie pie! So yay for her! We also got coffee before that, and it was delicious.

Currently Craving: I'm not hungry right now, so nothing. But I could go for some of Miss Vickie's Spicy Dill Pickle chips when I do want to nosh. I wonder if the vending machine has been restocked...

i don't know 9 people who would want to do this. i feel like @lil-melody and @ashnwolves might get a kick out of it. um. if you want me to secretly add your name to that list let me know because when people are like "anyone can do it!!!" it still feels kinda awkward. or just steal it! that's ok too i think :P

[6okuto]

— visiting them at practice

gn!reader | kuroo, oikawa, kiyoko, yachi, osamu

note: i accidentally deleted kiyoko and yachi's and had to redo them but it's fine guys. i'm literally so calm and fine about it. if i'm hidden from tags again i won't be

✧* KUROO grins as soon as he hears the gym door open and you walking in. "oh? hello there, what brings you to this part of town?" he wraps an arm around your shoulder and plants a kiss on your head. "i actually came to tell my boyfriend he left his scarf with me at lunch and never took it back. have you seen him?" kuroo hums and lets out a breath, "hmm, dunno. don't think i've seen anyone around. i didn't know you had a boyfriend, though. must be pretty handsome, huh?" you have to try hard to stop a smile when you respond, "eh, it's the personality that counts." when you look over at him, he almost looks offended until he pulls his signature smirk, "so you think i'm super funny and cool then, right?" "god, tetsurou—" he lets out a loud laugh that gains the attention of his team who wave as they notice you. lev grins at you, "oho, the captain's partner. are you like our second captain then?" kuroo shakes his head and blocks you with an arm, "nuh-uh, no way. i won't let you guys ruin my image with them. lev, get back to practice." the middle blocker whines but kuroo ignores him in favour of pulling the scarf around your neck tighter, "you can keep this, by the way. looks cute."

✧* OIKAWA practically sprints when he notices you in the doorway during their break. "my partner, my angel, my saving grace has come to save me," he dramatically cries. you laugh as he clings onto you and his teammates roll their eyes and pretend to gag. "hi tooru," you muse, patting his back with one hand and waving to everyone with the other. "don't wave to them, they don't deserve it." he's only met with incredulous looks in response and you playfully glare at him, "what did you do?" you hear a few of them (hanamak, matsukawa, and kunimi) snort at the look on tooru's face when he gasps, "traitor! how could you? i've never done anything wrong in my life." half mindedly humming, you pull your bag in front of you to take out the reason you came, "i know you're staying late today, so i brought you some food." the betrayed look on oikawa's face quickly switches to a lovestruck one at the carefully packed container, "i—" "and snacks for everyone else," you add on. and just as quickly as his team starts to holler, oikawa pouts once again, "no!"

✧* KIYOKO lets out a sigh of relief when she sees you walk in with a smile on your face. "shimizu! how are you feeling?" the team was, somehow, rowdier than usual and you knew she had been up later than usual because of her manager duties. she waits until you stop in front of her to answer, "i'm alright, just a little tired." "you sure? no migraine or anything?" kiyoko only smiles at your concern. "mhm, though i might get one if the first years keep this up," she says light-heartedly. you almost laugh at the timing of hinata yelling—something about kageyama's setting as the others teased them. tanaka and nishinoya notice and salute the both of you (probably only half-jokingly), making you salute back in response with a grin. you glance towards the pile of paper sitting on the bench, near the team's water bottles and gear. "how about i stick around and help out? i could, i don't know, what do you usually do i can give them water or be a score counter. if that's...allowed?" it's obvious in your voice that you're not super sure if you're presence would be very helpful and kiyoko laughs slightly. "i'd appreciate it."

✧* YACHI is on high alert for stray volleyballs when you walk in. what she doesn't expect is the poke on the shoulder, making her yelp in surprise before turning around, "wh—oh! you're here!" "i did say i'd be visiting," you tease. "how's everyone doing?" yachi takes a second and hums, "mm, they're doing good. everyone's been super focused recently." the both of you turn to watch everyone doing drills and you note how in sync they seem to be. your eyes flickering between the team and yachi, you speak up again, "and you? how's my favourite manager doing?" she blinks before grinning and offering a thumbs up, "i'm doing great! you know, i have the eyes of a hawk—" "ball!" you pull yachi towards you as tanaka yells from across the gym. the ball loudly hits the floor a few feet away, earning you apologies from the rest of the team. yachi lets out a nervous laugh and waves them off before you take her hand, "how about we move somewhere else?" she looks at you and offers a small smile (though still a little shaky), "good idea."

✧* OSAMU thinks he's going to lose his mind by the time you walk through the gym doors. you, unsurprisingly, walk in on him bickering with his twin during their break. suna manages to spot you before samu does, nodding towards you before taking his phone out. your eyes flicker between them and osamu's things while you place the food you brought on top. "'tsumu i swear you get dumber every day." "whadya say?" osamu rolls his eyes, another quip on his tongue, but spots you smiling slightly while watching him. a smile of his own breaks out at the chance to ignore his brother who yells from behind as he jogs towards you. "hey there." "hi," he says placing his hands on your arms, leaving a kiss on your forehead. "what're you doin' here?" "mm, just wanted to visit. plus i brought you some food, put it by your bag." his eyes widen as he turns and spots it. he hugs you tighter and kisses the top of your head again, groaning, "i don't deserve you sometimes." osamu smiles when you laugh and wrap your arms around him, "wanna walk me home after practice then?" "anything for you."

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[lonesome-dreamsss]

hi keely!! any brokeback hcs? i loved ur cat person post and i’d love 2 hear more ab our fav gay ppl

hi!! i am so sorry for how long it's taken me to answer this, i'm genuinely just so forgetful and anytime i'd remember it was in my inbox i'd be at work and i'd tell myself to answer once i got home but i'd forget again 😪

but i'm glad you liked my cat person post so much! <3 and i absolutely have more hcs about them, they take up 90% of my thoughts, so here you are my dear!

- jack sings in the shower, all the time, and he's just. not good at it. ennis tells him so, he's like "you sound like that damn cat when it's yelling for more food" but he actually really loves it. he thinks it's very cute. but he'd rather die than ever admit that so he just insults jack instead lmao

- ennis LOVES getting his hair played with, so anytime they're just lounging around, ennis will lay with his head in jack's lap and jack will play with his hair. sometimes jack will be reading and he'll start reading out loud and ennis will end up falling asleep because he's just so comfy and safe

- i think i put this in the tag of the cat person post, but ennis 100000000000% talks to the cat about how much he loves jack, and one time jack heard him and he just sat there and listened and almost started crying because it was so sweet and sometimes jack gets insecure but that. that just got rid of any insecurities he could have

- they go stargazing a lot. neither of them know shit about space or the stars but it is beautiful and it reminds them of when they were on brokeback because they would look at the stars a lot up there and talk about everything and nothing. and it's kind of just like, the stars saw them and their happiness and didn't judge them for it. and the stars listened to them when they would sit up at night and cry about the situation before they got their sweet life. it's a comfort for them y'know

- they have a record player and jack went out a bought all of the sappiest love song records that he could just because he KNOWS ennis hates that shit, but deep down ennis is a romantic little shit so the songs do grow on him a little bit and he doesn't hate them as much as he used to. probably because he can relate to them now. he actually loves someone now, he understands what it's like to want and need someone so much, he understands how happy but also how heart shattering things can be, he understands how it's like, things were grey but then the world floods with all this color because of a person. he never felt that before but then this idiot jack twist crashed into his life and suddenly it all made sense

- ennis' kids visit them a lot and they ADORE jack so so so much and jack adores them right back. and we know how jack is so if the girls are like "jack GUESS what happened" he'll be like "oHoooooH do i smell drama???" and then they shit talk people together even though half the time jack has no idea who they're shit talking but if they did these sweet little girls dirty then they deserve the shit talking. and ennis is just sitting there like "what have i gotten myself into with these three" but it's so fond and he's so happy and the girls can see that and they love it and they love jack and it's like this life just makes so much sense

- they have a dog that jack brought home like ennis did with the cat, and it's a golden retriever of course because the pets reflect their owners in this household and jack is a golden retriever and it goes something like the dog LOVES ennis but ennis is like "stop it's so hyper and i want to be left alone" but obviously the dog grows on him because it's a little jack and so how could he not love the little gremlin? ennis and the dog cuddle a lot, it's like an animal pile a lot, the cat will lay on ennis and so will the dog and jack is just like "IT'S SO CUTE"

- ennis hugs jack from behind a lot. he'll rest his head on jack's shoulder too. and jack loves it. that's kinda been their things since ennis did that up on brokeback. it comforts both of them. and then sometimes he'll spin jack around and kiss him and jack'll laugh and his heart will be so full because they're free to be like this everyday now and nothing has ever felt so good

- love those hcs where jenny is queer too, and she goes to them for advice, but she's definitely more like jack where she isn't really afraid to be who she is, she thinks it's worth it. and of course ennis panics because he's so so scared that she's gonna get hurt being that open, just like jack was hurt. jack does his best to comfort him. he tells ennis "come on, we made it, didn't we?" "we BARELY made it jack, you almost died" "i know ennis but shoving it down ain't good either" and ennis knows that, god doesn't he know that. and he doesn't want her to be unhappy but he doesn't want her dead and it's just like jack and him all over again. jack suggests that they tell her to not shove it down but don't be too open about it, only be open about it with people she knows for sure will treat her well after. and ennis thinks that's good enough for now but he still worries, he still worries about jack and him now and again because it's hard to shake everything they went through completely

- every time either of them says "i love you" the other short circuits. like every time. doesn't matter how many times they've said it already, brain just implodes for both of them. ennis will blush every time without fail and stutter and just be so flustered. jack will grin like an idiot every time without fail, after staring at ennis with big doe eyes filled with wonder

these are all of the ones i can think of at the moment, but if i think of more i'll definitely add them to this! <33