#god I LOVE michi

[wind-chime-system]

I really wanted to say "my mutuals better be voting for gatinho" but then I saw "michi".... I don't think we can win this one boys.

words for "cat" in different languages tournament!

we all love cats, and so many languages have so many good words for them! but which has the best? i'm your host, mod fresno (aka @crypt0santa) and let's find out!

rules:

nothing is automatically in - not even "cat"!

words for "cat" are preferable, but if a language has a really good word for "kitty" or "kitten" or something similar, i'll allow it

in the event that a language doesn't have a word for cat (ie. toki pona), a word for something similar would suffice (maybe "soweli" for the toki pona example)

submissions will be open until i get enough of them to actually make a bracket lol

the amount of words will entirely depend on submissions

have fun!

submission link:

[usertoxicyaoi]

no one even comes CLOSE to aoki like:

[im-not-a-l0ser]

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[24-guy]

I’m back in rarepair hell. (I love being here, honestly.)

Please. I want to draw them. Ask me to draw them with your ideas. Please.

[cinnabeat]

this is completely out of nowhere but i think i will be old and gray and it will be pkmn gen 79 and i will still be sitting there in my probable rocking chair saying "oh i cant wait until they make a pokemon special anime"

[heyitsspaceace]

spoilers for my richie fanfic idea. i have now agreed it’s plausible for richie to make out with max drunk bc i am currently a little (a lot) drunk and i also would make out with max and i’m basically richie

[michi-chelle]

in the span of a few hours rei won a moneymatch, won a deathmatch, had a fistfight with towa, had two emotionally heavy conversations, had like two mental breakdowns, and to top it all off lost his virginity? boy’s a fuckin machine lmaoooo

[merriblu]

Sometimes late at night/too early in the morning, I consider writing fanfic again because my guilty pleasure is imagining Haruka being forced to kill the people she loves the most.

Like, can you imagine? Dark Venus in a battle with Uranus. Haruka is trying her damndest to land non-fatal blows and Minako is taking advantage of that until maybe one of her taunts goes to far and for a split second, Haruka loses control. Her sword goes through Minako with no resistance. Haruka howls in emotional pain and begs for forgiveness between sobs. As the evil evaporates from Minako, she caresses Haruka’s cheek and says it’s ok. “You did GOOD” she says before falling limp. Haruka holds onto Minako as if she can keep her here, present, alive.

Michiru, battered from the battle, watches the scene, her heart breaking for Haruka. She can TASTE Haruka’s raw pain. She can’t remember how long it took to pry Haruka away from Minako’s body.

Months pass. Haruka is spiraling. Michiru is on edge, feeling Haruka slip through her fingers. Two grieving souls but who is more desperate? How far would Michiru go to put Haruka’s pieces back together?

[yumedoca]

[teknikolor-walters]

i love being such a subhuman freak i scare my mom so bad she nearly throws up

[dirt-str1der]

Do you consider any of the non protagonist yakuza girls well writen?

I think none of them had rights

[garagepaperback]

What are your favorite drarry fics?

oh. ooooooooooooh oh oh.

here are my staples:

draco, the magic dragon - libbydrew a fic i first read on livejournal (showing off the varnish of my casket here) that i thought about regularly for the almost two decades i fell out of fandom. canon to me tbh. libby invented my draco rubric: proud lil showboat even when everything around him has gone to rancid shit, sarcastic and aloof personality as a poor facade to distract from the big ol' gaping well of hurt.

Potter took a great breath, then let it out slowly – a low whistle between his teeth. "Malfoy, I had no idea. I thought—" "Why are you here?" Draco cut him off before the idiot embarrassed them both. Their shared past was water under the bridge – even if Draco had drowned in it.

nightingale - michi_the_killer

another back-in-my-day fav, even though i can only stand to read half of it. actually even thinking about it is making me stare off in a distance for upwards of three minutes. this one i would hand off wrapped in about a million miles of caution tape. + also a huge fan of michi's gory veela fic.

It was better than fighting, Harry thought, although sometimes he still wanted to rip into Malfoy, to hurt him. Other days, he thought, it was better than anything.

rookie moves - peu_a_peu

what can i say that hasn't already been said - peu is a MASTER. if you somehow know who i am but haven't read this, reassess your life choices through professional means but not until after you dive in.

“Feels kinda big,” Malfoy said, smirking. “For a guy your height.” “My height is average,” Harry said, although he was undeniably glaring upward at Malfoy’s face when they stood so close together. “And it is kinda big.”

stately homes of wiltshire - waspabi another one that crept into my heart and made a home. hard to choose between this and waspabi's other drarry fic, but there's something about the decrepit manor that just does it for me. a perfect harry and draco, perfect soft reaching towards each other.

Draco smiled and dragged Potter from the shop before he could charm any more elderly ladies with his unkept, take-care-of-me-I’m-confused-and-have-nice-shoulders aesthetic. Once outside in the drizzle, he realised he still had his hand around Potter’s forearm. He yanked his hand back immediately.

i wake up falling - warmfoothills

warmfoothills :,) just reading this moniker makes me vision go soft around the edges. their writing has made me out loud, quietly say "oh," multiple times. the prose is darling, this story is such a brief, aching glance. it was also really hard to pick just one (flashback, warm nights i also go in for).

“I love you,” he says, unable to stop himself. Draco blinks, a barely-there flinch, like Harry’s taken a swing at him. “I know,” he says, still oblivious to the reference, oblivious to the way his words scoop right into the meat of Harry’s stupid, hopeful heart. “It’s not enough, is it?” Draco shakes his head. Above, the stars watch unfeelingly on.

the pure and simple truth - lettered no one does dialogue with the mastery lettered does. my GOD. my god. i feel like this fic is drarry perfectly distilled.

“What’s he going to be?” Blaise raised a brow. “Pardon?” “You said he says Hermione should be Minister, and all those other things. What does Malfoy think he should be?” There was something much like pity in Blaise’s eyes. “He thinks he should never, ever be forgiven for the things he’s done.” Harry felt ill. “That’s not fair.” “When has Draco ever been fair?” “I meant―” Harry swallowed hard. “That’s not right.” Blaise looked more pitying still. “When has Draco ever been right?”

far from the tree - aideomai

the writer i avoid talking about the most bc once i start i cannot physically restrain myself from going on about their beauty forever. i sat for forty-five solid minutes frowning, trying to choose between this one and in the hand. and dwelling. okay anyway. i keep a doc of quotes from fics that resonate and it's 50% aideomai.

Draco wondered what Potter thought of this day, in the future the twins came from. If he had told Ginny about it. If he had forgotten it. He couldn’t forget it, could he? It felt burned into Draco’s body already, a final point that he had been moving toward for years without knowing.

i could go on but i think seven is a nice solid number tyvm for this ask!

[im-not-a-l0ser]

Hey, so do yall remember that fic idea I talked about a lil bit ago, about Max being in love with Richie pre-transition, and then falling in love with him post transition without him even knowing? Yeah, so I wrote a prologue

Sorry if you don't wanna be tagged, I'm just tagging those who seemed most interested: @boykisserbunny @petes-5yr-cocoa @chaosbrinker @inprisonforsparkling

I didn't decide on a deadname for him, so I hope the way I wrote it is okay.

TW- Bullying, icky behaviour, ghosting(?)

It all started with her.

She's the reason Max ever got violent in the first place.

"Stupid fuckin nerd!" Max once heard. He didn't think much of it. People got bullied every day.

"That's kind of a-an oxymoron, don't you think?" He heard a meek voice say.

Fuck. If some motherfucker was messing with her, Max was gonna break some bones.

"Who're you callin a moron!"

"No, that's not— Eep!" A familiar squeak echoed through the halls before the sound of a fist splatting against the concrete wall rang out.

Max turned the corner.

She was pressed against the wall, although it mostly seemed to be hwr doing at this point, she'd definately been bracketed there before. Despite hearing only one voice, there were three guys. One of them was clutching his hand.

"That's it, you fuckin smartass—"

"Hey!" Max yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"We're just teaching this nerd a lesson," One of the guys said. "She shouldn't be such a nerdy prude," He said, running his hand down her arm for a second before she shoved it off.

"Fuck off," She grumbled. She was behaving like this wasn't unfamiliar for her.

"Yeah," Max said. "Fuck off." The third guy laughed.

"Or what?" He asked. "Dunno if you noticed, but it's one on three."

She threw her hands up slightly, annoyed.

Technically, she's the one who initiated it.

She swung her backpack as hard as she could into his groin, immediately sending him groaning on the ground.

She smiled for a second before the second guy went for her. She squeaked again before crouching down.

Nothing to worry about though. He was quickly knocked away by Max, as well as the first guy, just in case he wanted to try something again.

"Nice one by the way," Max said as she stood back up. She dusted herself off and swung her bag over her shoulder.

"Thanks for the help," She said.

She always did that. She never thanked him for saving her, never acted helpless. She wasn't helpless. She just wasn't enough on her own. Max completed that.

After that, Max left her side even less. Apparently it wasn't the first time it'd happened. In fact, it seemed like that'd been a reoccurring thing for weeks now. Not anymore, if Max had anything to do with it. Which he would.

Despite not dating, not wanting people to think they're dating, and constantly fighting the accusations that they're dating, Max would swing his arm around her shoulders now to make sure that other guys knew she was spoken for.

Not that she was. He just hoped it was enough to protect her if he wasn't around.

He gave her official and explicit permission to claim they were dating if she so needed to, like if she was being pursued by someone she didn't like and they wouldn't take no for an answer.

Unfortunately, for some people that just got their motor running more.

In those situations, Max advised that she fought them off as well as she could, and called him as soon as she thought they'd be too much for her alone. He'd drop anything to be there for her.

Max didn't see her the entire last week of eighth grade. He was getting worried. He'd ask around, but people would tease him, saying he should know, since they were dating, and that she finally decided to off herself.

That second one hit too close to home.

He went to her house a week into summer, after many text messages and a warning that he was going to do so.

A man answered the door. He kind of looked like her, in a vague way, but Max knew this wasn't her dad.

"I'm here to see..."

"Uh," The guy started, looking confused. "I don't know anyone with that name. Sorry."

"You... what?" Max asked, his brain breaking. He was already so close to the edge.

Two weeks with no contact at all. It was starting to scare him more than he was okay with.

"I've never heard that name before. Sorry," He said. "That's my last name, Matthews. But that's all I got."

"No, sh-she lives here. She's always lived here!" Max tried to lunge forward into the house, but the man blocked him.

"I think you should leave now, young man," He said.

Max yelled her name until his voice hurt, and the man managed to push him away long enough to shut and lock the door.

He banged on it for a while before giving up.

He sat on the porch for a while before working up the energy and motivation to leave.

What happened to her... it was like she disappeared off the face of the earth and no one even cared or noticed.

That had to have been her uncle or big brother or something, they had the same last name! How was this fair, where had she gone!

She was Max’s only real friend. His only true friend. Sure, the football team and the basketball team, but she knew more about his life and feelings than they ever would.

Not to mention, he only hung out with them out of necessity, especially the ones that had tried to hurt her.

Without her, what was even the point of trying to be decent.

In all honesty, Max liked the fear he generated. He liked that he could look at someone the right way and make them flinch. He liked knowing he could protect her.

He needed to show her that. He did his best, while still showing he could take care of her.

Okay, sure. Maybe the accusations and the lies were right, Max was in love with her.

A lot of good that did him now.

[nite-puff]

ya’ll ever think about how mondo is a very romantic person who was forced to be aggressive??

not even just romantic as in like a physical attraction sort of romance (which yes that too. it’s canonically very easy for him to be down bad). like he has a lot of love for things. his friends, his gang, dogs, motorcycles. and he very openly shows that love. he goes on and on about them so passionately and with so much adoration. in his own special way.

and him being an artist is also very romantic to me. like guys. mondo’s an artist. he puts so much care into each of his works too. whether that be the embroidery on his jacket, the hand painted designs on his motorcycle, even his hair and makeup that he does everyday. that’s all art that he finds so precious and so integral to who he is. i know he thinks that becoming a carpenter will be when he starts making things instead of breaking them. but the truth is that he’s been lovingly making things this whole time.

he also loves doing things for and having intimate moments with the people he cares about. his relationship with taka is my best example of this, so i’m gonna stick to that. it’s very obvious that taka is a very important person in his life. and he constantly makes that clear to taka. like in that one utdp event they have together. mondo tells taka what he wants to do with his future in a way that feels very intimate and heartfelt, with them being alone in a classroom together. that moment is very much meant for the two of them, because mondo then goes on to thank taka for all his support throughout all the time they’ve known each other and then promises to build him a house someday. mondo let’s taka know that his love and support has not gone unnoticed and even promises to give him something very personal in return- a house that he built with his own two hands.

mondo just loves to be there for the people he cares about. he witnessed kiyotaka cry for his sake in the sauna and call him nice, so in return, he tries his hardest to be the best friend that taka never had. in the utdp, he sticks to training with chihiro and always makes sure to point out how much she’s improved and reminds her of how strong she truly is. he even stays up until the late hours of the night (late enough that he shows up to class late the next day because of how little sleep he got) talking to who we can assume is takemichi over the phone because michi was having a rough time and just needed someone to talk to. and mondo was, of course, more than willing to be that someone.

all that is to say. man that guy is really in touch with his feelings but was forced to express them in a way that was much more violent and aggressive. and that’s so much sadder when it’s so clear that he’d rather express those feelings differently. like he derives so much enjoyment from doing the things i just pointed out. like it sucks that things didn’t work out that way. god, mondo you’re so tragic and so loving.

[cinnabeat]

i love how kh games are just sometimes psychological horrors

[bsdawgz]

「 ✦ You Keep Me Under Your Spell...✦ 」 Bungo Stray Dogs, Port Mafia: Michizō Tachihara

a/n: i can't get enough of him! tysm for all the support ♡ so happy to be a part of this lil tachihara cult, i love interacting w/ all of you and reading all the tachihara thirst in my inbox!! >> read part one and part two

content warning: f!reader. MDNI! sum mean language (tachihara and reader briefly say some hurtful shit at each other/cuss at each other), risky sex (no condom - wrap it up y'all), car sex ;)

summary: maybe he is the jealous type, after all.

The minute you arrive, you feel eyes on you.

Glowering, amber eyes, glaring at you from the corner of the room. You're at a birthday party, a mutual of you and Tachihara's from back when you two were still high schoolers, just two punks skipping school and committing petty crime. Since those days, you've gone on to a life of normalcy, Tachihara's moved up to the Port Mafia, and that was that.

He's in his usual ensemble – a plain grey shirt and black jeans. Out of the corner of your eye, you can make out the scowl on his face as he watches you, the disdain on his lips as you enter the room. You're wearing something he's never seen you in before – but it's not your outfit that catches his attention; rather, it's the strange accessory you have on. That is, the man whose arm is wrapped around your waist, who, for some godforsaken reason, seems to believe he has some right to touch you so intimately.

It’s not like Tachihara has some claim on you, either.

The both of you decided to just be friends and it was him who initiated that conversation in the first place. And yet, his gaze is scorching you as you walk to fix yourself a drink, and the minute you find yourself alone, he's following you out the door.

You're standing outside on the patio when you feel Tachihara's hand grab your wrist, then you hear his rough voice behind you. "You shouldn't be with that asshole, he's a piece of shit," he mutters, and his voice comes out angrier than he expects, surprising the both of you. "Trust me, he's in Port, too. That motherfucker can't do a goddamn thing right."

Annoyed, you snatch your wrist away and roll your eyes. "It's not that serious, trust me," you interrupt him, shuffling through your bag for your lighter and a pack of cigarettes. "Besides, who are you to tell me who I can and can't spend my time with?" you mumble.

He winces, then looks away shamefully, biting his lip at a loss for words. You have a point – he has no right to tell you what to do. Still, there's no hiding the hurt that's in his eyes. Then, he huffs frustratedly, grabbing the pack of cigarettes out of your hand and lighting his own. "You know what, you're so fuckin' stubborn."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you hiss, clearly pissed off. "Now, you're just making shit up –"

"– I mean, why do you need him?" he blurts out. "My dick not good enough for you?"

"You know what, Michi?" you scoff, completely thrown off by what he just said. "I can't believe you just said that. Honestly, fuck you. I know you're seeing other girls, too – I fucking know it."

"Huh?"

There's a look of bewilderment on his face, but you press on. "Who the fuck is Teruko? I saw her name on your phone the last time we were fucking. You're fucking other girls. Don't even fucking lie to me –"

"You idiot, that's my...” he sighs, resigning, then shakes his head in disbelief. You feel strong arms scoop you into a tender embrace, then feel yourself melt against the heat of his body as he holds your head firmly against his chest. “God, you’re an idiot..." he murmurs, running his fingers through your hair. "She's just a brat co-worker... and why were you snooping through my phone?"

He's warm, so warm. You wrap your arms around his waist, feeling tears welling up in your eyes, and smush your face against his shirt, hoping they don't stain. "You're so goddamn clingy," he mutters teasingly, stroking your hair. "Have you always been this way?"

"You're... one to talk," you protest, sniffling as you push him away lightly, "Hounding me because I... showed up with someone else..."

You hear him snicker, then his fingers are lacing through yours. "Oh yeah? Then let me make it up to you. Come here."

. . .

You recognize the vehicle immediately – it's the same one that you arrived in. He unlocks it easily with his metal manipulation, then the next thing you know Tachihara is backing you inside of it, kissing your lips like he's insatiable, his mouth traversing your neck and collarbone while his fingers recklessly tangle through your hair. It's nothing but the sound of gasps as your mouths meet frantically, exchanging spit as you swirl your tongues together. You latch your arms around his neck as he struggles to adjust the angle of the driver's seat with his spare hand, his other hand firmly gripping your waist as you crawl over him to straddle him. Then, "Ow, fuck!" you hear him grumble as you topple over him, kneeing him between the legs, and he snickers as the car honks when your ass bumps against the steering wheel.

His fingers make quick work of your shirt, and he carelessly tosses it to the backseat, but you curse at yourself for wearing pants instead of a skirt. He pulls back with a cheeky grin as you clumsily shimmy out of your clothes, struggling to undress yourself in the cramped car. "Just a fuckin' minute," you mutter irritably, rolling your eyes at him as he undoes his own belt smugly. Then, the next minute, you're on top of him again, his hands fitted to your waist, eyeing your body up and down.

"You're beautiful," he says. Beautiful – oh. The way he says it, he makes it sound so simple and plain – like it's something so obvious, something that he's always seen in you. Beautiful is a much different word than hot or sexy, and you know certainly the difference. You definitely felt it the last few times he's said it, when his arms have lingered around your waist a little too long, fingers grasping your skin ever so slightly. It was the whole reason you felt so damn spited after you saw someone else's name in his phone in the first place.

You feel your cheeks warming up, then you feel Tachihara capture your chin, bringing you to gaze into his glowing amber eyes, hot with desire. "You're not even gonna look at me?" he asks in a low hum, stroking a fire inside of you as you peer into his eyes. There's a mischievous grin on his face as he reads your expression, which has now become embarrassed. "You had so much to say earlier..."

"You're so goddamn annoying," you mumble, pushing him away weakly. Then, his lips are on yours again. Slow, sensual kisses that become quickly become fervent and desperate; he lifts you up, then you feel him reach for himself, easing the blunt head inside of you – and, oh.

God.

You'll never get used to the feeling of Tachihara's dick, and the way that it stretches you out so perfectly. You whimper as you sink down on his length. He smirks up at you, watching the way your eyelashes flutter at him as you feel him fill you up completely. You're gorgeous at this angle, looking like a doll sitting on top of him. You throb as you feel him grasp your hips tightly, then you drag your nails across his shoulders, making him groan.

Then, you start moving – muscles tensing in your legs as you lift your weight from him, then take him inch by inch until you're bouncing on top of him. He bites his lip and leans back to admire the view. "Fuck," he pants, then he throws his head back and exposes the pale, slender column of his neck, his calloused hands grabbing at you recklessly. "You look so hot when you ride me. God, fuck..."

– and you can just hear the sheer satisfaction in his voice as he grins up at the sight of you. While you look great in every position, cowgirl has to be one of his favorites. Something about having your tits shoved in his face just does it for him.

You're moaning filthily in his ear as he grabs your breasts, tweaking your nipples until you're crying out for him. Yeah, that's right – say his name, he thinks cockily as he grips you tightly. Forget about that asshole you came with. It should have been him who accompanied you here, not that dirty prick.

"God... I love fucking you," he says with a wild look in his eye, panting heavily. "Hell, what were you even doin' with that loser? Tryna' make me jealous or somethin'?" he hisses, skimming his teeth against a sensitive spot on your chest that makes you tug just a little tighter on his hair. "Hah, well it worked..." he groans, slamming your hips down against his harder and rougher. You stutter out his name, digging your nails into his shoulders as he takes control from you. "Don't look at anyone else besides me from now on. You're fucking mine."

There's not an ounce of lightheartedness in his voice, and when you meet his gaze, all you find is fierce amber eyes peering at you, waiting for you to claim him back. So, you kiss him – kiss him with all the ferocity that you can, weaving your fingers through his hair as you mold your body against his form, as you shove your waist firmly against his and feel him meet you deep inside. "Only if you're mine, too," you whisper softly, planting kisses along the freckles on his jawline. "Then, I'm yours, idiot. Who else's?"

There's a short pause – no words between you, nothing but your hearts beating fast. You're both silent, holding your breath.

Then, he cusses under his breath. "You know what? Fuck this. I need you. But not in his shitty car –

You're coming home with me."

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