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haovcrse-a · 3 months

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2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 11, 17, 22 for sunhao kit <3 (sorry i know its a lot… this is kust my favorite type of content hmmmmm)

sorry this took so long!! was making sure my lore was alright with this fdkjgh

2. ) what is your character's “faction” (e.g., Belobog, Xianzhou Luofu, Intelligentsia Guild, IPC, etc.)?

hmm i think zhao would probably be part of pencony in game feature wise! he's more of a traveller though and doesn't stick to one planet so it's hard. maybe the xianzhou as an alternative??

4. ) what is your character’s path (e.g., hunt, destruction, nihility, etc.)?

now this was a hard decision. on one hand, i want to make it fit with his lore where he's a bodyguard. on the other, preservation paths can be quite underwhelming & he was originally a rogue traveler. but bc the dmg they do is underwhelming—since they're mainly just sustainers duh—i wanted to make him a preservation who does actual dmg!! if he weren't preservation, he'd be destruction :DD

his kit summarized: he scales off of attack. so for example, his talent multiplier would be something like "applies shield equal to __% of zhao's attack plus another ___ (flat) amount every time he attacks someone inflicted with (status). shields can stack.

his eidolons would make it so that allies can get shields themselves by attacking enemies inflicted with his status mark! a little op, i know, which is why im gatekeeping that behind either e4 or e6. it's fun to think about a fully offensive sustain. we came close with fu xuan & aventurine but im a little tired of hp and def being factors lol.

5. ) what element type is your character (e.g., lightning, imaginary, wind, etc)?

ooh originally, i wanted him to be sunday's counter part element! so originally he'd either be fire or quantum based on sunday leaks. but currently im leaning towards fire bc of colour palette reasons…

6. ) are they a five-star or four-star character?

five star! gotta make people grind for him y'know? LMAO plus i doubt a four star sustain would do what he does so you have to swipe.

7. ) what type of weapon does your character use?

in in-game story wise, he's a melee and also long range depending. actual game-play, he utilizes a fiery spirit in the form of a tiger to attack. and a gun hah!

8. ) what are the major visual motifs in your character’s battle animations?

emphasis on flames and the colours of them (red to blue) and also tigers!! bc. obv. y'know lol.

9. ) what are your character’s idle animations?

the first one is him twitching his ears before he reaches up and scratches at them. his tail also flicks back and forth a bit while this happens!

the second one is a little harder to describe. red flames start to exude off his body. not like an anime power up scene, but like a spirit is being lifted out of him. the faded form of an open mouth with sharp teeth starts to manifest behind him. we see looking down at his hand before he clenches his fist, the fire and scene turning blue before fizzling out.

11. ) what are your character’s basic, skill, and ultimate attacks?

basic — charging up, zhao fires off his gun, dealing fire dmg equal to ____% of his attack to a single enemy target, and deals additional fire dmg to adjacent enemies.

talent — when enemies inflicted with “Prey” status are attacked by Zhaoyi, he will provide a shield for all teammates, with the exception of himself, equal to __% of zhao's attack plus another ___ (flat). shield will last for two turns. “Prey” will last for three turns of the enemy.

skill — with a silent command, zhaoyi sends out a flaming tiger, dealing a large amount of fire damage equal to ___% of his attack to all enemies. In addition, there is a 100% base chance to inflict the status marker “Prey” on enemies.

ultimate — deals fire dmg equal to ___% of zhaoyi’s attack to all enemies. targets marked with Prey will receive bonus fire dmg equal to ___% of zhaoyi’s attack.

technique — after using technique, all teammates gain the "tiger's watch" effect. while under this effect, dmg received by teammates is reduced by 25%. upon entering battle, zhaoyi will immediately use his skill.

17. ) what are the best team comps for your character? which characters do they synergize well with?

any characters work with him !! if you get his combos right, he almost always provides shields. his only downside is that he doesn't provide a shield for himself. he can be played as a main dps too! so running mainly supports to buff his dmg is a viable, but also sort of meme, team comp.

building him with crit stats is highly recommended bc of his attack scaling. he has the highest base attack among preservation characters and is up there with a couple dps characters too.

the only one who wouldn't work with him well is blade due to the shields.

specific characters that would work exceptionally well: yanqing, tingyun, sparkle, bronya, dot characters, squishy people in general.

22. ) is there an event or story quest associated with your character’s debut? if yes, tell us about it!

he first appears in the story when sunday does hah! he trails behind him for the most part in the first act. the idea is that zhao already knows about the dreamreflux and the "death" that haunts penacony, but is forced to silence by the other members of the family. when he sees that the astral express may be of help, he forgoes most of what he knows to offer them a hand.

that scene where sunday gets stabbed? yeah... zhao was not happy about that. he didn't realize that was what gallagher planned in order to bring sunday to the dreamreflux. nearly lashed out and scorched the bartender before he shook it off.

#* ⠀ ⠀ 𝓩. ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ games.#* ⠀ ⠀ 𝓩. ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ insert ⠀ ─── ⠀ zhaoyi.#─── ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹟𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⠀⠀ ﹕ ⠀⠀ sunhao. ⠀☆ ⠀ !

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tinygumdrops · 8 months

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Hey I wanted to say how much i love your fics. Kagehina is my go to pairing and your fics have a quality maybe like what one anon said abt Ghibli. I keep longing to read something like tht, a setting that steals your heart like a book cover that intrigues you and you want to be sucked into the verse. There's the melancholy to it, then a feeling akin to reading haikyuu itself. As nostalgic, refreshing and that you achieved something in life. Your Brazil shoyo is something imprinted in my heart. It's a blessing u write for kagehina. Ik u don't ship them and some anon even implied abt how annoying kghn fans were lol still I'd love to say hah but she gets their dynamics so good or yayyy she writes for kagehina. Your recent nyc fic blew my mind away. I got chills reading the last part abt hinata like YOU GET HIM. How do you nail characters WITH setting so well?? The environment we grow up in is so important to shape our views Like nyc Brazil Japan literally you are amazing! Also do you have any hc for Kageyama in Italy👀

Also if you ever right og fiction, I'm ur number one fan. You will have so many fans with your content! Sorry for long ask sjshjjshhjjj

Take care.

Hello, anon!!! And *sobs* thank you!!!! My fics are just a drop in the incredibly immense ocean of works in the fandom, but I'm glad my stories found you and resonated with you so much. It's such a huge accomplishment ;-; ;-; ;-;

AHHHH you want me to share my headcanons of Kageyama in Italy? Well, DON'T MIND IF I DO :D

Kageyama lived with Ali Roma's assistant coach (I've always liked the name Gino, so let's go with that) for his first year in Serie A to help him integrate better. Gino's eldest son moved away to Antwerp for university so he had the spare room. A portion of Kageyama's starting salary was supposed to go to Coach Gino for his living expenses, but Gino insisted for Kageyama to use that money to buy stuff for himself instead since he brought so little when he came to Italy. In return, Kageyama helped with mowing the lawn and walking the dogs and washing the dishes. Gino had two other boys, Elio (7) and Dino (6), and they took turns harassing Kageyama into playing football with them in their backyard. Kageyama usually acquiesced if they played volleyball with him afterwards.

When he became more comfortable with the language and the people, Kageyama moved out of Gino's home during his second year, much to the family's dismay. Especially Elio and Dino---they were buzzing around Kageyama like wasps when he was straightening his luggage at the doorstep ("Are you leaving us because I kept stealing your team jackets?" Dino asked mournfully. "No," Kageyama said, totally bewildered at the children's tear-streaked faces). Little did they know that Kageyama rented an apartment so comically close to their home, just three blocks away from theirs.

One time during a match against Perugia, Kageyama had this disconcerting feeling that something was wrong with his vision. He consulted with the team's doctor, who referred him to an ophthalmologist. He found out he had a mild case of myopia (nearsightedness); it wasn't serious and he didn't need any corrective lenses, but Kageyama badgered the poor doctor with questions that the consult lasted for an hour and a half. The doctor gave him an extensive list on how to prevent it from getting worse: diet, exercise, less screentime, and loads and loads of sunshine. So now, Kageyama spent most of his free time outdoors: cycling, running, mountain climbing, reading sports monthly magazines at the park, playing pick-up games with his teammates, or walking Gino's dogs around the neighborhood. Whenever Kageyama's parents called to check on him, he was always out and about. It surprised them at first; they hadn't known their son to be the outdoor-sy type, but it did put their mind at ease. Kageyama had always been noticeably more cheerful when he's under the sun.

Beat reporters found Kageyama particularly frustrating to interview, though they weren't sure if it was a matter of his personality, his nationality, him being media-trained af by the team's comms department, or all three. Talented and an exciting player on the orange court, for sure, but outside of it he rarely had anything interesting to say. Always calm, always poised, always with the cliché responses. He was once ambushed in a family restaurant by a sports podcaster who asked for his opinion about the sudden spike in female Ali Roma fans, and Kageyama answered with a cool, "Volleyball is the greatest sport in the world. I'm glad more people are realizing that now and tuning in to our games. I'm grateful for any support the sport and our team gets, wherever it's coming from". ("Gah, he's so unaffected!" the podcaster grieved. "No girls, no scandalous rendezvous, no skeevy thoughts, no openings, nada. Zero. Zilch. Like what the hell? Is he a cyborg? It's always volleyball 100%.").

But one journalist sniffed around Kageyama's early career happenings and she managed to find something that'd generate a reaction. Compare Kageyama's stats to a certain undersized Japanese player in Brazil's Superlega, and you'd find unassailable proof that Kageyama Tobio is, indeed, human ("Yeah? And how many service aces and solo blocks does he have?" Kageyama scoffed when the reporter said his longtime rival held São Paolo's team lead in kills and total swings. "Not that many, I'm sure. Not that I watch his games anyway.").

#ask #anonymous #haikyuu!!#kageyama tobio

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tharkilm · 2 years

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Remember that blanket ask? Can I ask the same but for Dream, Error, and Stretch?

For Dream's blanket, it's a soft white yarn with little golden glimmers. It looks like it shines slightly in the light but that's just the fabric. It's very long though.

For Error it has a very soft and silky type feeling. It's mostly blue with red and black accents.

And for Stretch it's shaped like a carrot lol but it's big enough to wrap around and even has a part where he could climb into it too! (like those old things made for kids. They're the best)

✦ Dream: He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from complimenting you to the moon and back once he receives your lovely blanket. Her will trail his phalanges over it, comment on how wonderful the work is, say that he loves the details you’ve put into it. Eventually, you might even see him tear up a little. It’s not his fault, he can’t control it, he’s just so moved by your generosity – by your clear declaration of love. Such a long and detailed blanket would take time to make, precious time of your day, of your life.

His castle, which is already so bright and golden, easily accepts the blanket into its hold. It makes the space more homely, cosier. It’s always been so sterile and bland, being that he’s rarely there these days, but with your blanket, he finds that it’s already a more welcoming space. And, on the very few days where you managed to force him into taking a break, he will laze around with the blanket draped over his shoulders. He will sleep with it, too. It brings him comfort whenever you’re not nearby. However, prepare to be trapped should you find yourself together with him in these moments. He'll fall asleep and cuddle up to you with the blanket around you both. He hopes you won’t mind his soft snores as he sleeps (they’re barely audible, you’ll be fine.)

✦ Error: He'd stare, long, silent, unsure on how to react; at first. That is until his skull explodes into an array of yellows and blues, and he’ll complain about you trying to outmatch him in his knitting game. You think you can do better than him, huh? Think that you’re superior just because you’ve made a beautiful, soft, gorgeous, so-fucking-soft-he-might-just-die blanket for him? Hah! Think again, beloved- No! He meant to call you stupid anomaly, shut up! Stop smiling at him like that, it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside…

…

Error will never part with your blanket whenever he sits alone in the anti-void. He’ll knit one for you, too, all the while being draped in the one you made him. He loves it, he just… struggles with telling you. He’ll say it, of course he will, but it’ll come out as a strange insult-compliment, though you know him by now and how emotionally constipated he is. If you catch him when he’s just about to sleep, then you may be able to sneak his honest words out of him. Be warned, they will make you blush.

✦ Stretch: He took one look at your blanket before promptly taking it and climbing inside, immediately turning himself into a cocoon of warmth and orange goodness. He’ll look at you, face blank, and then stretch (heh) the opening outwards so you can join him. Climb inside, he wants to cuddle you.

Once inside the carrot of heaven, he’ll pull you close so he may nuzzle his face against your hair, taking in your scent as blissful relaxation hits him. It isn’t often he’ll allow himself to lower his shoulders around someone else, but you, oh you…

“Have I told you how much I love you?” he’ll ask. It’s a stupid question, he knows it is. He tells you every night and every day that he loves you, though it’ll never be enough. He’ll never feel like he does enough for you, is enough for you, but he’ll try; for you. And as for the blanket, well, it’ll be what he uses to sleep in whenever you’re gone. Nothing has ever made him feel more comfortable when he goes to bed at night; expect for you, of course.

#tharkilm ask #tharkilm writes #utmv #dreamtale #errortale #underswap #dream sans #error sans #swap papyrus #undertale writing times

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whysodelirious08 · 2 years

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Star Watchers - Young Eddie x best friend (no gender)

A/N: hey! Back with another one shot fic! It's got a twist! Don't mine always? Hah. Also technically there's no gender.

Vibe: it's lighthearted, it's mischievous, it's got fun and danger, it's a little sad too.

I don't know how many works. Soz lol.

Feedback welcome lovies! [Please reblog if you liked it. I'm trying to expand my audience, thanks <3]

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"Eddie..."

"Eddie wake up!"

"Get your ass up!"

Your hushed voice was loud in the silence of the boys sleeping quarters, trying not to wake anyone since you'd be thrown to the wolves or teachers as others called them. A few of the boys stirred and you couldn't help but wince and freeze, hoping they would fall back to sleep. Several moments passed and you shook Eddie once again which finally woke him up, Eddie was the type to be a dead man sleeping. It was so hard to wake him up usually that you would normally just give up but you couldn't pass up this opportunity.

"What?"

"Shh! Come on. I wanna show you something"

"What time is it?"

"It doesn't matter! Just come on!"

"Why? I'm tired!"

"Come on Eddie!"

You sneaked back out, trying not to wake Jason, who was in a bunk right next to the door and the last thing you needed was him finding out you were sneaking about and leaving. You waited impatiently outside the cabin, the cool summer air nipping at the bare skin of your legs. You were stupidly dressed in a pyjama shirt and unmatched, knee-length shorts. You had pulled on your well-past-worn converse where your odd socks were poking out from. You felt a cheek hit your back and Eddie's now growing buzz cut tickle your neck.

"There better be a good reason for this..." his voice tired before a yawn slipped out.

"There is. Come on you egg" You had given him the Nickname "egg" after he had his head fully shaved off. He hated it but stopped protesting since you didn't give in.

"Alright..." He sighed as you took his hand and pulled him along through the camp, and to the fence where their access forbid them.

"What. You want to break the rules? Little miss goody two shoes?"

"I'm not totally boring! Plus. There's something I think would be cool to see...but if you're too much of a wimp-"

"Hell no-! Come on. I knew my wicked ways would convert you"

"You didn't convert me! And don't tell anyone"

"I- why would I tell anyone? Who else am I going to tell? You're the only person I'm friwnd with. Dumbass"

You rolled your eyes and he pulled your with him over the fence, hearing feet on the somewhat nearby deck ans a flashlight click on.

"Shit!" Eddie's voice was quiet now as he pulled you down into a crouched position, unfortunately putting you right next to the stinging nettles, those few moments felt like hours, your heart thudding and your mind racing at the thought of being punished, you knew you'd be spanked with a nearby branch if you had to. The teachers were horrid and nobody cared. The light and footsteps faded simultaneously and you were both, once again, at one with the darkness.

"Maybe we should go back..."

"What? No. You woke me up and you're going to show me. We'll be fine. Let's go. Yeah?"

You nodded and stood, rubbing your ankles as you already felt the sting. You'd have to make up some excuse, you'd probably just say you were trying to find the toilet in the dark and walk into some nettle on the way. You wished you weren't such a terrible liar though, unlike Eddie. Master of lying and sneaking around.

You nodded to yourself, pulling Eddie along through the field and then the woody area, it took a while and Eddie seemed to grow cathouse behind you.

"Hey...how much further? Were ages away from camp now..."

"Not long. You said it would be fine."

"Yeah...but I didn't know you were taking me all the way over here!"

"Eddie it's fine. It's just over there"

Eddie groaned behind you bur a few more minutes of walking and you pulled him to your side gently. The cliff between the trees gave way to the water below and a clear sky above where the moon was full and in her beauty was the glistening water and speckled stars.

"I mean it's pretty but..."

"Just wait!"

"Wait for what-"

"Eddie! Just look"

"I am"

"Ugh! Keep looking I mean!"

"Fine." Eddie grunted and you both watched for several minutes before a shooting star zipped across the sky.

"Make a wish! Make a wish, quick!" You urged Eddie, clinging to his arm excitedly. You shut your eyes and wished, wished for something so close to your heart and sent it off with deep love.

"What did you wish for?" Eddie sly smile catching your eye and you rolled them in response.

"I wish- Ugh well I can't tell your that, can I?"

"Nearly got you"

"Did not. Not even close, idiot!" You laughed and looked down at the water. "How about taking a dip?"

"Huh? What do you mean? The lake is off bounds at night"

"No I mean down there." You corrected as you looked at the gently rippling water.

"What?! No. It's too dangerous!"

"No, it's not! It's not even that far down" you smile and walked to the edge where there was a ladder you hadn't seen. It was bolted into the cliff but it looked old.

"There's no way that'll hold! Let's just go back before we're found missing" Eddie suddenly begged but you shrugged him off.

"Don't be such a baby, Egg. You're always saying I'm no fun and I don't do anything interesting!" You stated as you cautiously tested the ladder, you were pretty high up and were dangerous for an adult let alone two twelve-year-olds. You climbed down slowly, looking up to meet Eddie's fear-filled eyes practically begging you to come back up, you laughed and motioned for him to follow you. You were nearly at the end of the latter where it had broken, something you hadn't noticed before. You looked up again to tell Eddie the new finding but the wooden step your lower foot was on snapped, a sharp scream echoing as you held on but you stepped up and tried to calm yourself.

"Come on! Come back up! I don't like this! It's too dangerous. Please come back up here and we can head back!" Eddie's voice was shaky and for a moment you wanted to give in but you were also determined to prove yourself. You shook your head and stepped down to a small ledge where a few markings were drawn into the stone, names of people who had been here before.

"See! I'm fine. Come on!" You smiled softly, waiting to see what he would do.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I'm right here Eddie. It's okay"

"Okay...just be careful..."

"I am careful"

"You're not right now-!"

"Okay look, Eddie. I'll give you my X-Men Comic as a peace offering, yeah?"

Eddie smirked as he made his decent.

"No takebacks! It's mine yeah?"

"Yeah. But you got to let me have some of your Halloween candy this year! I didn't get any without you, Lucy took all of mine" your older sister was a devil toward you when your parents were out.

"Okay deal"

"Deal. I think we'll have to hide out until morn-" You didn't get to finish that sentence, your eyes never leaving Eddie's as he stood on the ladder.

"Eddie!" The scream echoed before falling silent.

"Eddie?"

"Eds, You alright? You just wandered off...me and Steve were looking for you for the last ten minutes. Didn't you hear us?"

"No. No, Sorry." Eddie took a breath as he stared down from the top of the cliff, his jaw clenched as he tore his eyes off the gently rippling water.

"Something wrong? I know you didn't want to come on this trip but is there a reason why...?" Robin's cautious voice asked.

"No. No reason. It's fine. We should head back" Eddie smiled though his eyes lingered with every ounce of sadness imaginable. He looked back once, just once before he disappeared into the thick of the trees.

#fanfic #fanfiction #eddie munson #writing #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #x reader #eddie munson fanfic #fandom x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x any #eddie munson young

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inwintersolitude · 2 years

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- October 13th 2022 -

Do you ever have so much energy that it's annoying? I'm generally not a super high-energy person. I sometimes feel kind of energetic late at night which makes it hard to relax and get ready for bed, but it's more of a mental energy/hyperfocus rather than being physically energetic.

How many yellow shirts do you own? None. It's one of my least favorite colors to wear.

What is your favorite yellow shirt that you own? (What does it look like?) -

What has been the most annoying part of your day so far? So, yesterday I was sitting in the recliner and I lost my grip on the handle that extends the footrest. It flung out really fast and whacked me in the side of the foot really hard, and my foot is still a little bit sore today.

Do you ever randomly feel nauseous for no apparent reason, and wonder why? Sometimes. I don't get nauseous often, though. Pretty much only if I wake up a lot earlier than my body is used to.

What flavor was the last popsicle you ate? I don't remember, I haven't had a popsicle in years.

When was the last time you wore a hat? I wore my Cessna baseball hat last Saturday at the harvest festival, to keep the sun out of my eyes.

...and what kind of hat was it? ^

Would you rather skateboard, rollerblade, or ride a bike? Ride a bike.

Have the leaves started to change where you live? 🍁 Yep, they started to change in late September.

What color pants are you wearing? 👖 Blue.

....and what type of pants are they? Knit lounge pants.

Do you have your Halloween costume picked out yet? I haven't dressed up for Halloween since I was 13.

How many months are there until your birthday? 🥳 A little under 3.

How old will you be on your next birthday? I'll be 33.

What is the most significant health issue you have been dealing with lately? I found a lump in my armpit about 6 weeks ago, but I got a mammogram and ultrasound right away and thankfully I was cleared of any sort of cancer. Aside from that... probably my scoliosis or my hyperacusis, but neither one is severe.

What color shirt were you wearing in the last selfie you took? I don't remember.

If you HAD to take a science class- any type of science class- which science class would you take? Oooooh I love science! It's hard to choose. I'd probably pick neurology or astronomy. I've taken an astronomy class before and loved it.

What color are your fingernails painted right now? 💅 I haven't painted my nails in like 22 years.

Can you hear anyone mowing the lawn right now? Nope, it's really late at night.

Do you read every day? 📖 Yep.

What color was the last pair of shoes you wore, and what type of shoes were they? Brown and black hiking boots.

When was the last time you talked to your mom? On Saturday.

What was the name of the first guy/girl you dated? Brian (my husband).

What was the name of the first guy/girl you want out on a date with? Brian.

Have you ever dated someone you had a crush on? Yep.

Have you ever wondered why a "crush" is called a "crush"? Hah yes.

Do you feel nauseous right now? No.

How often do you wash your hair? 🧖‍♀️ (I won't judge you if you don't wash it often. lol) Every 3-5 days.

What was the name of the best camp counselor you've ever had? I don't remember any of their names.

Do you think I should uploading videos on my YouTube channel again? (I haven't in a long time.) Sure, I say go for it if that's what you want to do.

...and if I do, would you like the link? Sure.

When was the last time you had a headache? 🤕 I feel like I'm starting to get one right now.

Do you get migraines? Yep.

Have you ever had to go to a neurologist? Yep.

Have you ever met anyone named October? Nope.

What's your favorite quote? "A man who does not think for himself does not think at all." - Oscar Wilde.

Are you wearing any make-up right now? 💄 Nope.

If not, when was the last time you wore makeup? A few weeks ago, I think?

What is your favorite lipstick brand? I don't wear lipstick.

Where do you normally buy pens? 🖊 Either Target or Staples.

How many people do you know who work as hairdressers? List their names. 💇‍♀️ None.

Have you ever been to Cedar Point? 🎢 Yep! I live only a little over an hour away from there.

....and if so, what were your favorite rides there? Maverick and Millennium Force.

Name one thing you can see from where you're sitting right now that's orange. Nothing, actually.

Do you ever feel sad for no reason at all, and wonder why? Nope, I feel like I can pretty much always pinpoint the reasons behind my emotions.

Are you feeling hyper at the moment? Not at all.

When was the last time you rode a bicycle? 🚴 About a year ago. I used to be super into trail biking but I haven't been doing it at all lately.

What is your favorite TikTok song? I don't use TikTok.

Have you ever filmed any TikToks? Nope.

Have you ever filmed a video for YouTube? Nope.

If you could meet any one YouTuber, which YouTuber would you choose to meet? AJ from The Why Files. I've been really enjoying his channel lately. I love videos about UFOs, bizarre phenomena, and fringe science, and I like that he approaches it all from a purely rational and scientific point of view while still being reasonably openminded about all the things that could actually be true and simply not discovered or scientifically proven yet.

Do you have any big regrets that haunt you? Yeah. I regret not leaving my former job sooner... I should have left at the first sign that it was destroying my mental health. If I had done that, then the accident never would have happened to me and I wouldn't have permanent and disabling inner ear damage.

What colors of jeggings do you own? 👖 I don't own any.

Do you have any stomach issues? No.

What are you sitting on right now? My desk chair.

When was the last time you had pizza? 🍕 I had leftover pizza for dinner tonight.

Do you like the name Ellery? Nope.

What was the name of the main character in the last book you read (or are currently reading)? 📖 James Holden.

What is your middle name? My maiden surname. Before I got married and switched my middle/surname, it was Elizabeth.

Which popular middle name do you like better: Ann or Lynn? Lynn.

Which spelling do you like best: Ann or Anne? Anne. It feels more classic.

How many famous people can you think of with the same name as you? List their names. Kelly McGillis, Kelly Clarkson, Kelly Ripa.

Which name do you like better: Felicity or Fiona? Felicity.

When was the last time you met someone new? I think it was at my in-law's Christmas party last year. I met my mother-in-laws' cousin's new partner.

Can you see a teddy bear from where you're sitting right now? 🧸 Nope.

If you could join one dance class, which type of dance class do you think you'd most like to take? I have no idea. Never had any interest in dance classes.

What is your favorite musical instrument? Either the piano or the viola.

Is anything on your body sore right now? Yep, my right foot, and my head a little bit.

Does anyone in your family have diabetes? Nope.

When was the last time you went on a date with someone? My husband and I had a picnic a few evenings ago.

...and was the name of the person you went out with? Brian.

Do you own a pair of pink pants? Nope.

How many lights do you have turned on in your home right now? Ten? But most of those are the recessed lighting in the kitchen all on the same light switch.

And last but not least, did you enjoy this survey? Yep.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal blog

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mutipede · 11 days

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Had one of those long crazy-detailed dreams, even though none of the details particularly made sense. First dream I've been able to remember in a while so I'm glad about that even though this particular dream wasn't that great hah. Not quite a nightmare but like it could been.

Some context: my grandpa was in the air force, so one time when I was little, as probably the coolest imaginable birthday present my uncles set up this thing where he got to fly the same kind of plane as he had before at a small airport at this tiny town near where we would go on vacation in the summers. I was around 5 maybe, and I was devastated that I couldn't ride with him. Talking about it afterwards, everyone thought I was crying because I didn't want him to go, but I was like "NO I was crying because I wanted to go WITH!"

So in the dream, my grandpa was alive, and was going to get to do the same thing and fly a plane again. And I was not 5 years old in the dream, I was regular me. My mom and uncle were there, but also some like... random people I didn't recognize but it was like a "these are some sort of distant family" type of thing (even though in reality they were just random people my dreaming brain made up to populate the dream with lol). And my grandpa was at the airport so we were going to meet him there.

First though, one of the random imaginary people was a kid who like... ran into the room as I was getting my phone and some shit together, and started asking me to join some online thing he'd set up about the legend of zelda games. He kept sitting on stuff that I'd set on the couch trying to organize or like disentangle charging cords or shit like that lol, so I told him yeah the N64 Zelda games were some of my favorites I'd check it out if he quit sitting on my STUFF lol, so he did, and then was talking about the Zelda timeline and shit for a little.

And I had a cat, for some reason, that I was holding throughout the entire dream. Around this time, the cat started watching a fly near the ceiling, so I held it up so it could catch it, and the kid was impressed by this cooperative effort.

So then I'd gotten my shit organized and we were going to leave for the airport. My uncle was driving this huge truck, like you could drive over a regular sized car without touching it, it was monster truck TALL for some reason. And we passed through this... like... it was not the actual town, it looked completely different, but I knew that was what it was in that dream logic way. And there were a bunch of weird mobile homes that gradually became packed closer and closer to each other until it was like a maze. You couldn't pass through without going inside at random points, so we had to get out of the TALL truck and walk - there were walls missing (and in one weird instance, a missing wall revealed the backsides of a wall of CRT TVs?) It was really kind of creepy, although in the dream I mostly was just kind of confused and annoyed that it was making it take longer to get to the airport, I wanted to ride in that plane with my grandpa, damn it

So at one of those points where we had to go inside - we'd all sort of gotten separated at this point, so it was me, some lady I didn't recognize, and... I'm not sure but maybe my mom? And I was still holding the cat. And we entered this basement where a weird guy was walking around (the whole mobile home maze had seemed deserted before this) - he was bald, tall and thin, and with sort of weirdly yellowish skin. Like unhealthy / jaundiced looking. And he had this blank smile on his face and was just sort of milling around. And when we took the only other door out of the basement, it led to a fenced yard with no other way out. Dead end.

So we went back into the basement - the lady and (maybe my mom maybe unspecified family member) first, me last. Which allowed me to see the creepy guy start aiming a gun at the random lady. So of course, I materialized a gun and shot him before he could shoot either of them.

Then the dream turned into the police showing up and interrogating me about what happened. I answered all their questions and told them basically everything like I said it here, but the one cop I was talking to kept doing that whole acting dubious, trying to poke holes in what I was saying, because of course he did. Like "You expect us to believe that?" "Uhhh. Yeah? Why wouldn't you?" I knew that all the evidence and the testimony of the people I'd stopped from getting shot was all there, so... I was basically completely calm and mostly just annoyed about getting stuck in a weird mobile home maze and having some random creepy guy attempt to murder us because this was delaying getting to the airport so much and I WANTED to RIDE in that PLANE with my GRANDPA!! >8U

But instead I woke up. >=T

#dreams

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i just want to thank you for writing such fascinating and beautiful (and sexy, good lord) fics but i also want to thank you for not like....shaming people?.....if that's the right word?....for how they do or don't practice sex?

i have seen authors in notes be like "unprotected sex (be smart!)" or "unprotected sex (don't be stupid!) and it has rubbed me the wrong way and made me not respect them. same goes to referring to people who are tested for sti as "clean" i just......i don't know, i feel like here is some stigma around certain practices, and like, yeah we should practice safely, but it's not up for the fanfic author to teach me safe sex, and i don't want to be shamed by them either.

i don't know if this makes sense but it is something i don't see from you and it means a lot. i actually have an sti type infection, but i didn't got it from sex, but even seeing that kind of stuff makes me feel really shamed and i don't know, i think we can do better.

happy anniversary hah sorry if this got depressing!

HELLO, ANON!!! 🥰

first, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my works!!! i am so thrilled to have you here. 💜💜💜 please do not apologize for bringing up real topics. it's not depressing, and i think it is a worthy conversation.

i have actually talked in the past about this, but i don't do a good job tagging for things like this, so i have no idea how or where to find it lol.

i used to use "clean" as a term for characters who had been tested, with negative results. i never meant for the opposite to mean "dirty" but it was just the word i always saw. it took seeing a post saying "this is the message people send when they say this" that made me open my eyes and think "oh, shit! that is not the message i want to send." i have since stopped doing that and have done my best to go back through fics that i knew i used that to edit the language. (and if you, anyone, read one of my old fics and you see it used, please let me know so i can fix it!!!)

re: approaching unprotected sex, i agree that authors should also be a lot more mindful here. i would hate to see shit like "don't be stupid" lol that's so rude. i do think that it is nice of people to put little disclaimers, but...idk...i also don't think it's my responsibility to teach people how to have sex. and i know this is a topic some writers will disagree with me on, and i am in no way looking to change anyone's mind, i just don't feel that responsibility. yeah, like, sex education is a joke in some places, but also fanfic is not the place to learn about the basics of sex, either. but that's just my two cents.

i still put certain safe practices into my writing, like taking care to stretch before anal sex, and the importance of safe words, aftercare, etc. because i do like for positive examples to be set for bdsm and topics that maybe people don't casually know as much about before reading fic, but i also write characters who intentionally practice bdsm unsafely, and although i will warn for that, i am also hoping that people are still only reading my work as works of fiction.

all that being said, i did live a bdsm lifestyle and i am super open to having one-on-one discussions about safe practices and things like that. my inbox is always open for that kind of thing. please approach me for any questions rather than assume that what i write is the absolutely correct way!!! (maybe i'll even add a blurb about this on my already massive master list, idk.)

as long as we're all attempting to put our best intentions forward, i think we're doing ok. if writers wanna advise against unprotected sex, i hope they continue to do so (in a way that does not shame others.) 💜 thank you so much for reaching out, lovely!!!!

#lovely anon #2 year smutiversary 🎈#you've got mail 💌

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beautifulblhell · 3 years

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Something Better To Do

Mafia! Suna x F! Reader

A/N: So this is for @nkogneatho‘s FMFM collab! Thank you for letting me participate and I’m so sorry for the late posting!! My procrastinating ass couldn’t do it in June and when July came life hit me like truck-kun 😭 Typed this with one brain cell as the heat has melted my rest and not proofread, so if there’s any mistakes please let me know!! (Or just pretend you didn’t see it T_T) Not super proud of this, but lately my creativity has been 📉

Tags: smut, fluff, mafia! Suna but nothing dark, all characters are 18+, protection (be responsible) smut is at the bottom part if you are only interested in the smut lol

WC: 3177

The day had started off so well. Your parents had to leave for an abrupt business meeting abroad and left at the crack of dawn. Usually you would meet up with Suna whenever your parents were away, but he has been away for ‘work’ for the past few weeks.

You knew it was for something important for the Inarizaki gang, and Atsumu had been tasked to go on this trip. But he had an argument with Osamu a few days prior, and with the latter refusing to cook for him, Atsumu gave himself food poisoning when he tried to cook for himself.

So Kita had told Suna to attend instead.

Your finger hovered above the messaging app, wondering if you should text him. The last message he had sent was from a week ago. With a sigh, you decided not to disturb him and closed your phone.

Still, this was the longest you had been without seeing Suna.

As if your daydreams blended into reality, you heard the familiar purr of a motorcycle. At first you thought you were dreaming. However, when you looked down from your bedroom window, you saw Suna coming to a stop below your window, the morning sunlight reflecting off his motorcycle. He lifted off his helmet, and those yellow eyes raised up to meet yours, his lips curved up lazily when he caught sight of you.

He was already standing at your doorway when you opened the front door and flew into his arms.

“Rin!” You cried happily.

His name has hardly left your lips when his mouth descended upon yours. He cupped your face and pulled you towards him, your lips repeatedly met together, making up for lost time. It was only when you felt Suna’s lip against yours did you realise how much you missed him. Your head was spinning when you finally pulled apart. The comforting scent of the cologne he wore and a hint of cigarette enveloped you.

It’s been too long, you thought, looking up at his face.

One of his thumb wiped across your glistening lips.

“Somebody missed me,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming back?”

“Thought I would surprise you.”

“Well, you certainly did.” That’s when you realised.

“How did you know my parents weren’t home?” You asked in surprise. Suna never came to your house unless your parents weren’t home, and you usually told him beforehand.

The image of your parents’ initial shock was still fresh in your mind when you broke the news about you and Suna being together, which morphed into disapproval then anger when you said you won’t break it off with him when they told you.

“But he’s part of Inarizaki, the yakuza!” Your mother had said in horror. She would have been less shocked if you told her Suna smuggled pandas for a living.

It would be easier if you moved out of your house, but Suna knew how much your parents meant to you even if they didn’t approve of your relationship, so you would meet up in town whenever both of you were both free or when your parents were away.

“Hmm,” Suna only hummed as his arms encircled your waist and he nuzzled your hair, but you caught a faint glint in those narrow eyes of his.

With a sigh, Suna relaxed his whole body, and you stumbled at the sudden weight you had to bear.

“R-Rin, you are heavy!”

He leaned into your ears and whispered, “You didn’t say that last time I had you under me.”

“Rin!”

He sniggered seeing your red face, and stood back upright.

“Get dressed. I don’t want that nosy neighbour of yours to notice that I’m here and tell your parents once they are back.”

“Where are we going?” You asked, pulling your arms back unwillingly.

Sensing your reluctance to let him go, Suna’s lips brushed against your forehead.

“You’ll see.”

“Are we going to your place?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his waist behind him on the motorcycle.

“Is that what you want?” Suna flashed you a teasing smirk.

You felt heat build up on your cheeks, and you buried your face behind his back.

“I don’t mean that! Just thought we could watch a movie or do something relaxing since you just came back.”

Suna did look a bit tired. And the smell of cigarettes has been stronger than usual. It was a habit of his, he tended to smoke more when he was irritated or stressed.

“If you continue to be so cute I’ll really take you to my place right now.”

“Nope, take me where you wanted to.”

“Later then,” You could hear the laughter in his words.

Then, with a twist of his wrist, the throttle thrusted the machine forward.

It was always exhilarating sitting on the back of Suna’s motorcycle. He drove fast yet with precision. Instead of driving, the term flying would be more accurate to describe what you were feeling. The familiar scenery of the city blew past as Suna expertly maneuvered between the traffic without slowing down. It was only when he started slowing down did you realize where you were going.

It was a few months ago when you made a passing remark of wanting to go to the aquarium when they finished building the underwater tunnel.

It was one of the things you love about Suna. Sometimes you would make a casual remark about a certain place that you were interested in going to, but Suna would always remember and take you there whenever he had the chance.

As you arrived closer, you noticed the long queue extending from the entrance. It didn’t come as a surprise seeing it was the opening weekend, but you were worried about how long you had to wait.

Instead, Suna simply sped past them and came to a stop at the back staff entrance.

A man in a suit and name badge stood next to a door that said ‘STAFF ONLY’. He had an anxious look on his face, which only deepened when he saw Suna.

“Ah, S-Suna-san, I’ve been waiting for your arrival.” He smiled, sweat running down his face. “I’m the manager, very pleased to make your acquaintance.” He bowed deeply, to which Suna only replied with a curt nod after he got off the motorcycle.

“This way, please.” He gestured towards the back of the entrance.

You turned towards Suna as you walked behind the manager.

“He looks so scared of you. What did you do, hold his whole family ransom?” You whispered, your eyebrows raised.

“No, I told him that I would let Atsumu cook for him for a week if he doesn’t let us into the aquarium.”

You choked back a laugh, trying to hide it since the manager turned around to hold the door open for you.

You had just stepped into the aquarium when Suna’s phone rang.

Suna took out his phone. With one look at the name displayed on the phone screen the decline button silenced the noise. Yet within half a second his phone rang again.

“Just ignore it,” Suna muttered, and turned his phone on silent.

As if knowing the calls will be ignored, your phone chimed.

Sender: Atsumu

‘TELL HIM TO PICK UP THE PHONE!!’

Then

‘I KNOW HE IS WITH YOU’

“Shouldn’t you pick up the phone, in case it’s something important?”

With a look of resignation on his face, Suna picked up his phone. Even with the phone next to his ears, you could hear Atsumu’s excited voice on the other end.

Suna’s eyes flickered to you, and from the look of his face, you knew your date was going to end before it even started.

“Fine, but I’m bringing her with me.”

After he hung up his phone, Suna turned to you with a look of exasperation.

“Atsumu. He said it was an emergency.”

“Oh,” you could feel your heart sinking.

“I told him that you are coming with me, so afterwards we can head back here.”

“Can I?” Your eyes lit up. Suna had taken you with him to a few informal gatherings before

“Doubt it’s anything of importance, seeing who was calling,” Suna muttered.

He glanced at the manager. “We’ll be back later.”

“Ah, that’s absolutely fine, sir,” the man bowed, and you can’t help but feel he was relieved to see the back of Suna.

By the time both of you arrived at the private VIP room in one of Inarizaki's nightclubs, all of the top members have already assembled on the sofa in the middle of the room.

Atsumu had greeted you both enthusiastically when you first entered.

And unfortunately for both of you, his enthusiasm didn’t abate one bit. An hour and a half later, you were still sitting at the back of the room, with the prospect of listening to Atsumu’s voice for the rest of the day hanging gloomingly in front of you.

You looked up at your boyfriend on the sofa, the only one sitting facing you. Thin wisps of smoke rose from the cigarette dangling between his lips. He made a non-committal ‘mmh’ whenever Atsumu’s words seemed to be directed at him, but from the look on his face you knew he was hardly listening.

By now, even Osamu was heaving a sigh at Atsumu.

“Samu, what are ya sighin’ for?!”

“Just wonderin’ how that single brain cell of yours could work for so long without overheatin’.”

“Hah?! At least I got one unlike yer-”

“Osamu.” Kita’s quiet voice was enough to bring an end to the twins bickering in an instant. He nodded at Atsumu to continue, and no one dared to say anything seeing that Kita wanted Atsumu to speak.

You stared in boredom at the sudoku puzzle on your screen, wondering if you threw your phone at Atsumu’s head it would solve the puzzle. You finally get to see Suna yet the precious time you had together was ticking away, wasted here.

That’s when the idea entered your head.

You raised your arm slightly, trying to catch Suna’s attention. He glanced at you questionly.

With a teasing smile on your face, you placed a finger on your lips. Then, you ran your finger down, until you came to a stop at the button of your blouse.

Slowly, you opened it.

Suna’s eyes widened and he froze. It was rare to catch him off guard, and you suppressed a giggle. Holding his gaze, the next button fell open. His eyes darkened instantly as he realised what you were doing.

In the dim light of the room, a sharp light has entered Suna’s eyes. He leaned back, his eyes narrow, as if daring you to see how far you could go.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. If any of the men turned slightly, they would be able to see you. But seeing the burning lust swirling in Suna’s eyes, the way his sharp gaze raked down your body, as if stripping you even more bare, it was more than enough to heat you up and fuel you on.

Biting onto the collar of your blouse, you lifted your bra up.

If only you knew what you were doing to Suna. It took everything he could not just to take you there and then.

Every muscle in his body was tense. He took his cigarette and mouthed the word ‘bathroom’.

With a small smile on your face, you left the room.

The moment he walked into the bathroom, his mouth crushed against yours. One of his hands held the back of your head, and his other arm slammed on the partition of the toilet stall near your head, trapping you with nowhere to go. His hips were pushed against yours, and you could feel the hard bulge throbbing against you. The kiss was hard, furious. The taste of cigarette entered your mouth when his tongue slipped inside, exploring your mouth, twisting around yours. By the time he let you up, both of you were gasping, the sound echoed in the empty bathroom.

“What do you think you were doing?” His voice was low.

“Just thought I would give you something better to do,” you grinned at him. You looped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you.

With the partition supporting your back, Suna lifted one of your legs until it rested at the crook of his elbow. His other hand reached down between your skirt and slipped inside your wet folds. The feeling of his long finger sinking inside you so suddenly made you gasp and you tightened around them. His eyes thinned as he felt your wetness coating his hand.

“So wet. Did it excite you that much to flash yourself in front of other men? Do you want to see you like this?” His voice took on that dangerous low tone as he hissed out those words.

You shuddered, temporarily lost in the feeling of his finger reaching so deep within you. It was a good thing you already took your panties off before he arrived, because it would have been torn into shreds otherwise.

“Only you,” you whispered once you got your breath back.

Hearing that, Suna added another finger. He was stretching you hard, finger curling inside you, reaching depths where you couldn’t on nights when he wasn’t by your side.

You pushed yourself against his fingers when his movements turned languid. Suna watched you lazily as you fucked yourself on his fingers, but the heavy desires clouding his eyes betrayed his expression.

“Rin,” you whined. Because you wanted him to fill you up.

His only response was easing his fingers out of you. You whimpered, clenching around nothing.

The sound of a belt being unbuckled never sounded so glorious to your ears. You looked down. Suna’s cock stood erect, precum leaking at the tip. Just seeing the sight of it made you yearn for him.

“Hurry,” you begged.

He ripped the small foil packet with his teeth.

“Don’t think your family is gonna be even more pleased with me if you get pregnant, but is that what you want? Maybe I should just fill you up.” The sound of his low voice made the coil in your abdomen tighten. His fingers traced along your stomach. There have been so many times when he imagined just filling you up, stuffing you full of his seeds until it dribbled out, marking you as his.

But not today.

He hooked his arms underneath your knees and lifted you up easily. Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders and your legs settled around his hips. You lifted your hips up. Suna stroked his cock along your slit, teasing your entrance.

Then in a single stroke, his whole length sank into you. A strangled gasp left your lips.

“S-So big,” you choked out those words.

The stretch burned. His fingers earlier did not prepare you enough for the thick girth that forced its way into your walls, and you struggled to accommodate his huge length that was splitting you open.

Suna cursed under his breath. He rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. The feeling of your wrapped so tightly and deliciously around him made him shudder. He gritted his teeth to suppress the overwhelming urge just to fuck you and ruin you right here.

“Been wanting to do this since I saw you this morning,” Suna groaned.

His mouth ran down your neck, his hot tongue leaving a blazing trail in its wake until he reached your breasts. He sucked on your skin, leaving marks all over. Then, his hot mouth captured your nipple. He rolled it with his tongue, his teeth occasionally grazing it, earning a whimper from you.

Once you got accustomed to his length, you rolled your hips a few times, and seeing the pleasure was greater than the pain, you tried to lift up your body and move on your own seeing he wasn’t moving, but Suna grabbed your hips firmly. “Move,” you begged, close to tears. Suna simply rolled his hips, thrusting shallow thrusts that didn’t satisfy you.

A part of him knew you only wanted his attention, yet another part of him was angry that the other men almost got to see you. A sight that belonged to his eyes only.

“What do you want?” His voice was hoarse. Because he wanted you as much as you wanted him. All those nights he spent alone thinking of you, and here you were finally in his arms.

You looked at him straight in his eyes. “Fuck me, Suna Rintaro.”

The words snapped his last restraint.

Suna pulled all the way out, then slammed your hips back down, hitting the deepest part of you.

You would have screamed if it wasn’t for the fact that all the air was knocked out of your lungs by his sudden movement. Every nerve in your body was on fire. Your fingers digging into his biceps, leaving crescent marks.

The question of how you were going to walk briefly flitted through your mind, but by his next trust, your mind was empty because he had just hit that sweet spot of yours.

‘S-slow down!’

Contrary to your words, your hole was eagerly sucking him back in every time he moved, slick dripping down onto the floor.

His hips snapped to yours repeatedly as he fucked you relentlessly.

It took all you had just to hold yourself up. The pace he set was brutal. Lewd squelching sound and your moans reverberated in the enclosed space. The waves of pleasure crashing through your body threatened to drown you as Suna hit that particular spot that sent your nerves ablaze again and again.

Suna watched the way your eyes glaze over from the pleasure he gave you. The way you looked so perfect taking him all in.

You knew you weren’t going to last long.

“I-I’m coming, Rin,” you managed to say those words in between your moans.

“Then come,” his own voice was strained as he was nearing his own edge, his thrusts losing their rhythm.

It was the sight of you coming undone that led Suna over the edge. The way you arch your back, your walls spasmed around him, clenching so perfectly around him. And the way his name tumbled out of your lips as you came. Suna gripped your hips and with a few particular heavy thrusts, he came with a shudder.

For a few moments neither of you said anything. You were trembling from the high that you’ve just descended from, your heart racing in a furious double time.

Suna’s lips gently brushed against your forehead.

“You okay?” He murmured.

You nodded weakly. “Give me a minute.”

Suna nodded, his lips left light kisses across your collarbones.

Except…

“Wait, Rin, what are your hands doing?!”

Suna looked up at you with a smirk. “Time for round two.”

Masterlist | Ko-Fi | 2021.07.21

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soupbabe · 3 years

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Noriaki x Reader?? I'm fine with gender neutral pronouns or he/him pronouns I don't really mind, I'm just a huge simp for Noriaki hah. I'm fine with anything besides something angsty. Have a lovely day!

Kakyoin is a Pokemon Master (Kakyoin x GN! Reader)

Kakyoin shows his GameBoy to reader and they play Pokemon together <3

A/N: Yea I know Pokemon isn't a thing til the late 90s, but like?? Can't get a cute plot out of tetris lol.

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With the overwhelming start of the trip to Egypt, traveling by car was a relaxing change of pace; despite having to mentally block out Polnareff's questionable driving. Things have been peaceful lately and as much as you don't mean to encourage surprise attacks from enemies, it did keep you from twiddling your fingers around in boredom.

You looked around the car looking for someone to talk to, but it seemed like mostly everyone was busy. Polnareff and Joseph were arguing over map directions and Jotaro fell asleep, hat covering his face so he won't be bothered. You debated on waking him up, but you knew that would just lead to a harsh glare and a painful shove. With choice by elimination, you made up your mind to seek out the cherry headed teen right beside you.

You looked over at Kakyoin and notice that he is occupied with a small lime green device. You scoot closer to him to see what's on the screen that's making him smile so much and it doesn't take too long for him to notice. "Oh, Y/N, do you need anything?" You took a closer look at the rectangular electronic "Uh yea, what's that green thing you're playing with?" Kakyoin looked at you with a small smile, "It's a GameBoy, a gaming console my parents gave to me for my birthday last year." A video game? Oh that's the perfect thing to keep your attention for the rest of this car ride.

Back at home, you weren't much of a gamer, but you enjoyed playing them at sleepovers. "So what game are you playing?" "It's called Pokemon, you collect monsters and fight with them. You can try it out if you want." Kakyoin handed you the device, and you stared at the black and white Pikachu staring back at you.

Throughout the car ride, you and Kakyoin looked over each other's shoulders during each turn. You both talked about the new Pokemon you both found and Kakyoin kept laughing at your frustration for letting the Abra teleport away. About an hour and a half in, you started getting drowsy. You gave the GameBoy to Kakyoin and laid your head on his shoulder. "Hey Kak, I'm feeling tired, hope you don't mind me using you as a pillow" in response, said boy just smiled down at you while a light pink showed on his cheeks "I don't mind, sleep well Y/N."

While you were asleep, Kakyoin was finally able to catch that Abra you spent all your time on hunting for. He smiled and when the option to give the yellow psychic a nickname was offered, he typed in "Y/N."

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba part 3 #jojos bizzare adventure stardust crusaders #noriaki kakyoin x reader #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin noriaki #Kakyoin #x reader

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meruz · 4 years

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Aforementioned long ask post please excuse me while i try to figure out tumblr's new text editor. I’ll get into the art meme questions first and then the rest at the end.

Ok first of all thank you all for sending in questions! Giving me an excuse to talk hehe. I’ll address these in number order. Here’s a link to the ask meme for reference but also I’ll restate the question for ease of reading.

1. When did you get into art?

Super cliche answer but I don’t remember a time where I WASN’T the weird art kid! I started keeping a dedicated sketchbook when I was about 12? But here’s a page from my kindergarten journal about what I want to be when I grow up.

2. What art-related sites have you ever signed up for?

LOL this is a weird question. Not sure why so many people want to know. Anyways I definitely had a dA. more than one dA account. I used to browse oekakis when I was a kid but I think I was only signed up to some small ones that internet friends owned. What else...? Mangabullet,Tegakie, Paintberri, iscribble back when that was a thing, instagram if that COUNTs, I used to post art on livejournal and dreamwidth too. Patreon, I guess. Gumroad, inprnt, bigcartel, storenvy all for selling stuff.

In terms of resources.. I have a schoolism account that I’m sharing with friends. Used to take classes on coursera for free. I signed up to textures.com for work recently haha. I can’t remember if I ever had an account on posemaniacs. Did they have accounts...? I definitely used to visit all the time.

3. Show us your oldest piece of art you have on hand.

Alright here’s me actually logging into my old deviantart account. These are from September 2008 So I was 13 years old. I don’t have a deviantart account from before then because 13 was the required age for having an account and I didn’t want to lie about my age because I wanted people to be impressed by how young yet clearly incredible at art I was LOL.

4. What defines your artistic style?

You guys are probably more equipped to answer this than me but uh... I wanna say... Focus on colors. And... a slightly heavy hand? Like confident... not always well-considered mark making HAH...

Also I think I have a pretty healthy mix of american comics/manga influences. I feel like people who are into american comics always think my art is too manga and people who are into anime/manga always think my art is too american. And I’m taking that as a good sign.

5. Do you practice other styles/have you tried other styles in the past?

I like to think I switch it up a bunch! I mean, these are pretty different, right?

I think I’ve mentioned this before but one thing I really took away from art school is that, for an illustrator at least, art style shouldn’t be consistent. Your greatest weapon is changing the aspects of your style based on the task, the emotions and message you want to illustrate etc. So depending on the project I’m working on, the fandom I’m drawing for, whether I want something to be funny or serious or dramatic, I’ll change things about my style all the time.

One thing I don’t rly post on here is really tight polished work and that’s because I do that for my day job haha. If you’re not paying me... I’m probably not gonna color in the lines.

6. What levels of artistic education have you had?

I have a whole ass diploma LOL. Bachelor of Fine Arts in Illustration. from the Rhode Island School of Design. And I had a great college experience tbh. Besides the student loans. If any of you guys are thinking about art school feel free to e-mail or message me questions or concerns, I’ll be happy to help. Be as honest as I can be.

7. Show us at least one picture you drew or sketched recently that you did not put on a public site.

heres the wandavision kids. Uhh what else do I have...I feel like I’m rummaging for loose change here...

assorted valentines prep doodles

8. What is your favourite piece that you have done?

Well, obviously this is gonna change all the time and generally it’s gonna be my most recent piece LOL. So yeah, why the hell not. I’ll say it’s this one. I have a pretty short memory which I count as a blessing for an artist. I don’t dwell that long on older work and it keeps me moving forward.

10. What do you like most about your art?

I like that it’s something that only I would make! I had this thought fairly recently and I wrote it down in my sketchbook, it’s pretty cheesy and rambling but it felt revolutionary at the time:

So yeah. I like my art best when it’s the most me and for me. And I like it least when it feels like I’m just making something for social media or for other people’s expectations or whatever.

14. What do you like drawing the most?

Kids in baggy clothing are like my go-to LOL idk if that’s obvious. but also I like being challenged so lately I’ve really loved drawing multi-character compositions, environments, weird angles, etc.

oh i LOVE drawing the underside of shoes lol. And bandages. People that are kinda beat up.. I think it comes from getting a bunch of cuts all the time. I’m always patching myself up and I want to patch characters up too.

15. What do you like drawing the least?

mmm I try to find something to like in every drawing but lets see... I don’t like doing commissions of people’s dogs. Just because it’s normally like... a family friend and my mom volunteered me without my consent and I don’t even really know what they’re expecting me to draw and I don’t even get to meet the dog. Also I’m not that great at dog anatomy. Trying to learn though.

18. What is your purpose for drawing?

This could have a million answers! Uhhh to GIT GOOD??? But also to express myself... and also to make money... I mean it depends on what the drawing IS. I draw fanart mostly to connect to people in the fandom so if you ever see me drawing fanart please take it as like an open invitation to talk to me about the character haha.

20. How would you rank your art? (poor, mediocre, good, etc.)

Good!!! I have a lot of self-confidence primarily born out of ignorance and a short attention span. If I don’t think too hard about how many other artists are mindblowingly unfathombly good... its easy to think I’m good too! LOL

In all seriousness though, I think the opinion a person has of their art is like a crazy balancing act, right? Like you have to think you suck enough to want to get better but also you have to think you’re good enough to not want to give up. I think we’re all walking that line, I know I am! But also I’m a glass half-full type of person so. Most of the time I feel good about it.

22. List at least one of your “artspirations.”

This is a good question because I’ve been trying and failing to put together one of those “influence map” memes for like a full month now. What’s giving me a hard time is I feel like none of these are actually really obvious “““influences”““ in my art? Like it’s hard to see a lot of them in the work I make...? But idk maybe you guys’ll see what I can’t.

And these are just a couple! God there’s so many more. I could talk about other artists for ages, from all different genres of art. Daumier, Rockwell like every illustrator out there, Dana Gibson, Alex Toth, Hiroshi Yoshida, a lot of the Brandywine School. Lots of current working artists too, Karl Kerschl, frikkin Masashi Kishimoto lol, Jake Wyatt, Richie Pope, Edouard Caplain, Matt Cook, Sachin Teng, - lots of big internet artists, Sophie Li, Freddy Carrasco, Milliofish, Angela Sung... like all my friends from art school too. I could just keep going but I’ll stop for now lol.

24. Do you have a shameful art past? (recolour sprite comics, tracing art, etc.)

I mean if that’s how we’re defining shameful?? sure LOL. It’s not sprite comics but I used to do pokemon sprite recolors all the time. And I used to trace manga panels and color them... Granted this was all when I was like under 12 yrs old so it’s not even embarrassing. Can you really call it shameful when a 7 year old wets the bed or whatever? Not really. In fact some of these are cool as fuck. Look

25. Draw a picture!

Man I’m so tired now but here.

I used to get a lot of compliments for drawing people smiling lol but I don’t think I’ve drawn a lot of smiling lately.. here’s proof I’ve still got it.

OK MEME DONE. onto the rest.

I read this ask first thing when i opened my computer in the morning and it made me really emotional.. I’m so glad my sketches could help you!!

I think a lot of artists on social media talk about the struggle of making art but imo not enough people talk about the joy! Like I know it’s corny but. I really meant what I said at the beginning of that sketchbook about re-contextualizing art around process and progress > product and perfection. I think its super important..! The strength of messy, unfinished, and energetic art! For the feeling of it, for the love it!

That's crazy!!! I hope you like 'em. The whole line of x-books is really good rn imo.

Hi! I totally have the answer for digital stuff on my faq lol. But in terms of drawing on paper.. it varies! I tend to use sketchbooking and any on-paper doodling I do as a way to loosen up/warm-up or experiment. But right now my go-to aresenal is:

from top > bottom

- kuretake no.55 doublesided brush pen

- tombow fudenosuke

- muji 0.38 ballpoint

- medium size poscas

- grey tombow double brush pens

- good ol bic mechanical pencil

not EXACTly sure which inking you referring to from my sketchbook but if I had to take a guess it'd probably be the kuretake no55. That's been my main inker, lately. Great for sketching with the thin end too.

You can print out and eat my art if you like. Just please don't mass produce or re-sell. <3

Thanks! I've come to accept that my art is always gonna be sort of gestural and painty naturally. It's getting it to tighten up enough to be legible that's hard lol...

uh yeah lol I agree actually. I think yolei is great.

I assume these asks are related? LOL

1) Yeah totally true. I love David.

2) I don’t take requests, sorry! But if you want to commission me to draw Legion i would be MORE than happy to. Just e-mail me at [email protected].

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#ask #anonymous

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dialovers-translations · 4 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol. 12: Mukami Ruki [Another Story]

Original title: アナザーストーリー

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, More Blood Vol. 12 Mukami Ruki [Deluxe Edition]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai

Translator’s note: I feel very much conflicted about this CD still. While I do kind of like how they took a different approach with the Another Story track and the way it ends, I still think Ruki went way too far in the main CD. It was interesting to see everything from his perspective too, although this means there’s a bunch of inner monologues in this and it’s Ruki so they’re quite long. I try to break up the paragraphs by describing what happens based on background sounds and such but this one just has a bunch of rambling lol.

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“Lately, she has been formidable. Even though she was always the type of girl to make the most foolish mistakes, to the point where one would wonder if she did it on purpose. She has not been getting scolded by me either. That does not bother me. Or at least, it shouldn’t bother me. So why do I feel so...restless?”

*Ding・dongー Ding・dong*

Ruki walks up to you in the inner courtyard.

( So that’s where she’s been...Look at her just casually watering the plants... No wonder she did not show up in the library. I assume she has completely forgotten about our meeting. )

“So this is where you’ve been.”

You flinch.

( Huh? What’s wrong? Why would she be so surprised just because I called out for her? Also...Under normal circumstances, I’d assume she would panic and spray water all over me with that hose she just so conveniently happens to be holding. Yet, she made the wise decision and turned off the water. )

“Oh well. I shall praise you for ceasing your actions as soon as you saw your Master approach. However, there should be something you have forgotten.”

You bring up the promise.

“Oh? So you do remember. Then you should have just hurried to the library.”

( Now this is new. I didn’t think a scatterbrain such as herself would have remembered our plan to meet up. No, if she remembered, she should have come to me straight away. Did she only just now remember? Even so, her behavior is off. Or am I simply overthinking things? )

*TIMESKIP*

( Once it starts boiling, the dressing will be complete. Which leaves just plating the salad. )

You enter the kitchen.

“...Hm? You’re already here? You almost resemble a dog or a cat rather than livestock, lured in by the scent like that. Let me tell you just in case, it is not feeding time just yet. Wait until I’m done preparing it.“

You nod and leave.

( Oh? She left without offering to help? I’m glad to see her so obedient, but then what did she come for in the first place? Usually she would insist on helping even if it’s more of a bother and either cut her finger or break one of the plates. Those are the kind of things she does. )

He turns off the stove.

“What is this feeling as if something is...off? Something about the way she’s been acting trips me up. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen her make a blunder even once as of late. That isn’t something which should bother me, but I just can’t seem to get rid of this unsettling feeling in my chest. What has gotten into her...?”

*TIMESKIP*

Ruki enters the room

“We finally made it back. That was quite the disaster. ...Honestly, why do I have to wear the clothes she picked out for me? Well, I suppose she did not make a bad choice for once. I’ll add it to my collection of casual wear. That being said...Nothing happened today either.”

He takes a seat on the bed.

“How many days has it been since she stopped making mistakes? She won’t even show dangerous behavior. What kind of miracle is this? No, I do not mind that. I shouldn’t mind it. It basically means a huge pressure has been lifted off my shoulders. Then why do I feel so conflicted? Her suspicious behavior piques my interest, but even beyond that...”

( I felt as if something was lacking. Oh, I get it now. It all makes sense now. I have not gotten to taste her blood as of late, so I must feel unsatisfied. I am not the type of guy who easily becomes thirsty for blood, nor would I indulge in her without a good reason. However, with less opportunities to punish her, our time together automatically decreased as well. To be upset because of that, I must seem like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum because his mother does not pay enough attention to him. It is obvious since when I have become so obsessed with her

...Since the moment I decided to betray the whole word and chose her, I must have already been enraptured by her. Harshly sucking her blood while restraining her movements was something which fulfilled my desire for dominance. It most definitely made me feel good. However, somewhere deep inside, I felt relieved when she accepted me without fighting back against it. At some point, I even began to cherish those moments where I would pierce my fangs through her skin. I must be quite the easy man as well. I always thought I was in charge, but I may have actually been the one wrapped around her little finger instead. (1) I cannot show myself to that man like this. No, I assume he is already well aware. )

Ruki suddeny raises his head.

“Hm...? That man? Speaking of which, that hourglass I gave her...I considered the possibility but could it be...? Even if she were to make some sort of mistake, if she rewinds time, she could do the same scenario over again. If she makes it so only she remembers, it would be easy to keep it hidden from me. I wanted to believe I was simply overthinking things, but now that I think about it with a clear mind, it really is suspicious...I’m sure that even someone as slow as herself would eventually get things right after two of three tries. If she has been using that hourglass to cover up her own mess-ups, then I have no other choice but to punish her for such a foolish act.”

( It became clear to me that I would have to set up a trap to find out the truth. ーー And if her actions were to be exposed, I would make sure to compensate for the lack of disciplining these past few days. I can already imagine her crying out. I probably should not feel proud for having such thoughts. However, this is not a bad situation. It may be somewhat shameless, but it seems like I am enjoying it quite a bit. To get to use her own blunders as an excuse to suck her blood, or knowing that no matter what I do, she will not get away from me. )

“I suppose I shall enjoy our time together for the first time in a while...Which may just turn out to be a hellish period for her.”

*TIMESKIP*

*Ding・dongー Ding・dong*

Ruki pulls back after sucking your blood.

“...Hah. Your blood tastes even sweeter than usual. By sucking it repeatedly, the flavor ripens, becoming richer, almost like wine. Or in other words, like a stew you kept on the stove for too long. If it simmers any longer, it might just burn. I suppose we could put it to the test. After all, no matter what happens to you, all we have to do is turn back time.”

You keep quiet.

“You can hear me, right? Why not give some sort of reaction? I would not mind seeing you miserably struggle in vain.”

You still fail to give a response.

“Guess she really did lose consciousness. Judging by the looks of it, I doubt she will wake up even if I were to rewind time. I guess you could consider us even now. Perhaps I went a little too easy on her, but I shall forgive her now.”

He takes a step back.

“Such an innocent sleeping face. Almost as if the obscene expressions you showed me earlier were nothing but a lie. Your sheer white complexion and screams were not bad. As well as how you would cling onto my clothes, remaining by my side despite your obvious fear.”

*Thud*

“...Ah!”

*Cling*

“The hourglass...”

Ruki picks up the Hourglass.

“That man might have been testing me after all...Me? Or rather, us? ...Now that I think about it twice, the ability to manipulate time is something which should only ever be given to God. We could have possibly overthrown all logic in this world if we so wished. Yet, we used it to cover up for trivial mistakes. Then this is basically just some child’s toy. However...I am sure that was for the best.”

He turns his head to look at you.

“You might be more of a genius than I thought. However, how many times did you rewind? The magic has almost run dry. The few times I rewinded are basically irrelevant. I wonder just how many times you repeated your own ridiculous mistakes? Oh well, I shall drag that out of her later. I doubt she will easily confess though. ーー No, I suppose there is no point in asking her. I can simply confirm it with my very own eyes.”

*Cling*

“With this amount, we can still turn back time just once. That’s plenty.”

*Thud*

*Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock - Tick tock*

ーーー

“Hm…”

You approach Ruki.

“Oh? It’s you. No, it’s nothing serious. I was simply lost in thought.”

You take notice of the hourglass in his hand.

“You seem curious. Are you that interested in this thing? Blood red sand…Its decorations are beautiful as well. It would make for the perfect interior piece.”

You ask if there is a catch.

“No, it’s jsut a regular old hourglass. There is nothing special about it.”

*Thud*

“More importantly, you mentioned you wanted to look for resources for your assignment, right? Meet me at the library during tomorrow’s break time. I shall help you.”

You seem surprised.

“Yes. As your Master, it is my duty to look after you. However, do not be late, okay?”

You nod.

( Well then...I wonder what the next few days will have in store for me? How many mistakes will you make, and how many times will you get punished by me? ...I am looking forward to it. )

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says that he always intended to be the one ‘holding the reins’, but instead he was actually tied up/restrained this whole time.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ruki mukami #diabolik lovers more more blood #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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knightofameris · 4 years

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nothing you can do — kuroo tetsurou

✎ gender. neutral ✎ contains. I mean, angst lol. unrequited love, childhood friends to,,,, unedited (so expect lots of grammar mistakes) ✎ wc. 1.3k

✎ summary. it was supposed to be childhood friends to lovers, right? so why is it that you now have to move on?

✎ ameris’ notes. based off a lil scenario from 🍒 baby! <3 (sorry lmao i’m reorganizing this to make it pretty!)

Kuroo Tetsurou wasn’t what everyone actually knew him to be. To everyone else, he was charismatic, a scheming bastard, a somewhat respectable volleyball captain, and a science nerd with crazy charms that could get people to just instantly like him.

He’s good at making connections that way.

But to you, you knew him as that shy little kid that you grew up with. A shy little kid who would follow you and Kenma around. His father wasn’t around much, if at all, his mother nonexistent, and his grandparents would give him the type of doting all grandparents do. He didn’t have any siblings either.

Which was probably why Kuroo would always hang out with you when he’d get the slightest bit bored with playing video games all the time with Kenma (this was before Kuroo got Kenma to play volleyball with him).

Now he’s someone who’s easy to talk to. Kuroo could literally pick up a conversation with someone on the train and actually hold a conversation with them.

There were always some days where you’d see the same little kid though. Sometimes he’s hesitant when it came to leading the volleyball club. A side Kuroo didn’t want to ever show his teammates; he was the captain after all, he had to keep the image that he was an unmoving pillar. Especially if he wanted to make the Battle at the Trash Heap happen.

You got to see all sides of Kuroo and grow up beside him unlike anyone else (well, maybe except Kenma)

Maybe that’s one of the reasons why you fell in love with him.

Love. Maybe that’s too strong of a word. But that’s what you felt it was.

You don’t know how it happened. You just knew that the strong platonic feelings you had for him growing up eventually evolved into something new. You remembered when you were in middle school when a classmate asked if you liked Kuroo or Kenma and all you could do in response was gag.

But now in your third year of high school as you sat with Kuroo and the rest of the volleyball club at lunch you realized it was something different.

“You like him, don’t you?” Yaku asked one day, munching on the little cute octopus sausages he stole out of your bento. Kuroo, was luckily out of earshot talking to the others.

You felt heat rise up your neck and before you could reply to the libero, he laughed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything but I think you should tell him,” Yaku turned to look at Kuroo where your gaze already was. Except, you could only give him a deadpan look.

“Really? And ruin our friendship?” You scoffed, taking away your bento from him so he couldn’t steal anymore. “No thanks.”

“I’m just saying, he looks at you the same way you look at him!” Yaku said smugly. “Besides, the other day Lev was mentioning how pretty you are and Kuroo told him to stay away from you.”

A glimmer of hope entered your chest at the thought of Kuroo reciprocating your feelings. But, that couldn’t be possible, right? Kuroo was just protective over you, you are close friends.

“What’s the worse that can happen, he says ‘no’ and you guys continue being friends. And, if he really ends a friendship over something like that he’s a dumbass and it means you deserve better.”

Luckily for you, the worst that did happen was Kuroo Tetsurou did not feel the same way and you continued being friends.

But at this point, fuck. At this point, you wish he broke everything off.

You wish he’d be an asshole and break whatever friendship you had with him. Because now seeing him with his girlfriend, months later, it hurt so so much more.

Because every goddamn day since you confessed to him, you wished Kuroo would show up outside your window with flowers and your favorite snacks and tell you that he lied, that he did like you back but he was just too stupid to see it. Or that he was too scared.

Instead, he got himself a girlfriend. Someone you couldn’t even bring yourself to hate because she was just too nice.

“You and Tetsu have been friends since elementary, right?” She asked you, pulling her knees up to her chest as she sat beside you. She lay her head against her legs and stared up at you.

“Yeah,” you replied, trying to swallow down that little bit of pain that was lodged in your throat. Kuroo had asked you to stick around with her during practice so that she didn’t feel lonely. And of course, you couldn’t say no to him. Part of you believed it could be so that he could break up with her after practice, then ask you out.

But you knew that wouldn’t happen.

“That’s really cool,” she smiled, staring back at the court to stare at her boyfriend, at your best friend that you have a crush on. “You don’t see much platonic friendships like yours. I thought you guys were dating so I didn’t think I had any chance with Tetsu.”

You gritted your teeth then coughed into your fist and stood up abruptly, “Sorry, I need to use the restroom real quick.”

Staring at yourself in the mirror in the restroom, your eyes being bloodshot red, you came to the conclusion of one thing. If you wanted to be happy again, you’d have to be the one to cut things off with Kuroo. You had to get over him.

It wasn’t too hard to avoid Kuroo. Besides, the school year was ending in a few months. Then you’d be off to university and luckily, you weren’t heading to the same one as him.

Kuroo stared at your back as you walked straight past him, a tick mark appearing on his forehead. His grip on his girlfriend’s hand tightened and she could only glance between the two of you with a confused glance. Kenma, stood off to the side, a small sigh leaving his mouth.

“Do you know why they’ve been avoiding me?” Kuroo asked Kenma. Kenma side-eyed him.

“I think you should know, Kuroo,” Kenma replied, walking off to his own classroom instead. He didn’t like third-wheeling Kuroo and his girlfriend without you.

Kuroo sighed, then looked down at his girlfriend, “I’ll be back, I’m gonna see if they’re alright.” Kuroo kissed the top of her head before letting go of her hand to walk after you.

He knew there was one place you’d be. The one place where you always go to catch a breath of fresh air.

Ironically, it was near a little alleyway of sorts, where a lot of cats always gathered.

And Kuroo was right.

You sat on the ground, petting a few stray cats as you ate your lunch all by your lonesome.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Kuroo asked, straight to the point. He didn’t want to beat around the bush, not with how you’ve been avoiding him for weeks on end. With graduation around the corner, he wanted to spend as much time with the people he loved the most. Even if he didn’t love you in the way you wanted.

You turned your head quickly towards his voice, your eyes wide.

“Tetsurou, hey,” you reply calmly, as calm as you could. It was inevitable that he’d come to find you.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He repeated.

“I-uhm. I’m not,” you replied. “I just need some space from everything. Just a little stressed is all.”

Which wasn’t wrong. And sometimes you would need space from everyone. Maybe not this long but... Hopefully he’d buy it.

“That’s bullshit, what did I do wrong? And what can I do to fix it?” Kuroo asked, nearly begged as he approached you. Instead, you stood up quickly, the cats already scuttering away, and backed away from him. Kuroo stopped, instead opting to wait for a reply.

All you could do was smile and glance off to the side. A light spring breeze flowing through this odd alleyway.

“Nothing, Tetsu, there’s nothing you can do.”

✎ ameris’ notes: okay so LOL. i originally had a link here to my private post to an audio recording. but hnngg i think that’s the reason why it wasn’t showing up in tags. so, i’ll be having an entirely separate post with the link so just check out my profile, it hsould be the most recent post (but not the pinned post)

that’s only if you want to hear my voice...

HAH sike i took it out

anyway i hope u guys enjoyed it cus i wrote it when i was on like idk. i was sleep deprived. so idk if this is actually any good LOL

#kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou angst #haikyuu angst #kuroo tetsuro angst #kuroo tetsurou x y/n #kuroo tetsurou x you #kuroo tetsuro x y/n #kuroo tetsuro x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #a.writes #a.anonfamily!!#from.🍒#💜.kuroo

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maddpopcorn · 4 years

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It’s Okay || pjm

Pairing: Maine Coon!Hybrid!Jimin x Male!Reader

Request: hiii can i request a jimin x male reader fic? maybe an angst/comfort hybrid au where jimin is a homeless hybrid who escaped from his abuser owner and is now trying to survive in the streets. the reader would find him and try to help him, but since jimin is scared and doesn’t trust humans, it’s a bit harder than he expected.. (i’d prefer a series but you can make it a one-shot or drabble or whatev boils your noodles lol) thank you in advance and have a nice day!

Summary: When walking down your normal road, you spy a long, fluffy tail. And when it connects to a bruised and bloodied up hybrid who immediately hisses at you, you find yourself trying everything in your power to bring him home….even if you have to suffer a couple of scratches along the way.

Warnings: Angst, lots of angst, burning of the skin with cigarettes, mentions of starving from neglect/punishment, punching, slight mentions blood and cleaning the wound, night terrors

A/N: Wow, you were my first request! I am so sorry it took long. However, I enjoyed writing this piece a lot so I hope you enjoy it, too! If people like this so much, perhaps I could make a second part (I already have one hybrid series I’m planning on making so it might be too much to make this into a series :)) Also, forgive me if there are any mistakes!

Jimin hates being a hybrid. No, scratch that. He despises it. He despises himself. Because of his nature, he’s immediately treated with little to no respect by most humans in society. He’s treated like he’s some type of scum on the bottom of their shoes.

Which isn’t true at all but who will ever listen to him, right? He is just a mangy good for nothing hybrid, after all.

He despises humans. After all of this time observing them, after experiencing them first hand, he has deemed them greedy, selfish and just evil.

They are all evil.

Without his permission, tears well up in his eyes, and he hastily wipes them away out of habit in fear of being caught. He blinks and then dryly chuckles, looking down at his burnt scars that dotted his arms. Who is going to burn their cigarettes into his now dry and cracked skin? Who is going to punch their frustrations out on him again?

No one, right?

He escaped them.

Sighing in relief and with a smile, you wave bye to the last customer that walks out of the coffee shop. Immediately, your smile drops.

“Holy hell, today was busier than a fucking highway,” you groan, shoulders drooping dramatically. You let the broom slide in your hand until only the tips of your fingers are barely holding it up.

“Yeah, why do these people need all of this coffee on a Friday afternoon anyway?” Yoongi complains, dropping his head on the counter, his recently dyed mint hair covering his eyes. “It’s like they’re addicted or something. Damn.”

“Takes one to know one, Yoongles,” you tease, holding the broom properly again and resuming sweeping.

Huffing at your joke, he stretches, popping several bones in the process (that you may or may not be worried about).“Yeah but unlike them, I know my limits.”

“Hah, funniest joke of the year. Yeah, right, dude.”

He reels back like he has touched fire and gasps. “Wha-excuse me, mister but I know my limits.”

“No, you really don’t.”

“Ye-”

“Yoongi-” you stop sweeping, putting your hand on your hip. “-you drank 5 cups of coffee in one sitting during exam week. And then, the next week, you kept chugging energy drinks like they were nothing so you could finish your ‘precious song’.” One by one, you start listing off all the times he has drank too much coffee and energy drinks. His body deflates with each jab at his pride until he’s crumbling in on himself.

It’s a hot minute before any of you say anything, quietly cleaning up the shop so that you could finally go home.

“Fuck off, pretty boy,” he finally says, middle finger in the air and face heating up.

You bark out a laugh. “So you finally admit that I’m pretty, huh? Jin owes me $5.”

“You fucking-”

“Don’t forget, 8 o’clock tonight, my apartment. Don’t be late like last time, brat,” Yoongi scolds, adjusting his glasses. You throw your hands up, a cheeky smirk on your face.

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You wave bye to your coworker as you exit the coffee shop. Humming to yourself, you begin your journey on your normal path to home. Mentally checking off your to-do list before you have to get ready for the annual hangout you and your friends have every week, you spot in the corner of your eye a fluffy, blonde blob. You turn your head, fully stopping and squinting.

“What the fuck?” you mutter to yourself, creeping up on the blob. It grows until it stops at a…

“Holy shit!” You yell, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth in disbelief.

A hybrid. A cat hybrid, to be specific, is laying on the dirty and wet ground of the alley way. His eyes are closed, and you timidly squat down near him to examine him. Matted blonde hair sticks to his face with what you can only assume is sweat and dirt which is also smudging across his face. His lips are forming a pout and he moves a bit, making you jump back in surprise. When he stays still after, you continue your examination. His skin looks dry and his cheeks are sunken in. Trailing your eyes down his form, you notice how worn and ragged his clothes truly are. And how big they look on him. Your eyebrows furrow at his state. Someone did a beating on this poor guy.

He whimpers in his sleep and without thinking, you do something stupid. Something incredibly stupid.

You reach your hand out towards him, to pet him or give him comfort, not really controlling your urges to get close. And that’s when you instantly regret it. His eyes snap open, and you yelp in pain as his claws swipe into your skin. Recoiling back, you immediately grasp your now bleeding arm, eyes glued to it. Three deep scratches litter your arm and blood starts to come to the surface.

Even if you’re the one that got scratched, you apologize.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammer, letting out a shuddering breath. “I should’ve given you your space. I’m sorry.”

“Leave me alone!” He hisses, shuffling far away from you. Growling, his entire body shakes as flashes upon flashes come back to him. Pupils reducing to slits and ears flattening against his head, he swipes at you again,

You mentally slap yourself in the face. Of course he would scratch you. You invaded his personal space and reminded him of his abusers. You scared him. You back up, giving the hybrid one last glance, guilt racking every bone in your body for scaring the hybrid before you walk away.

He doesn’t meet your eyes.

You rush home, your makeshift bandage from the napkins in your pocket soaked in blood. He got you deep. But it wasn’t his fault. It was yours.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you repeat to yourself. “How could you be so fucking stupid?”

Someone holds the door open for you as you slide past them, muttering a quick thanks.

“Hi, Mrs. Hags. Bye, Mrs. Hags,” you yell out to the landlady, rushing past people into the elevator of your complex.

“Bye, dearie,” she calls out. “Odd fellow, he is. Isn’t that right, Mr. Whiskers?”

Her cat only yawns in response and she immediately coos, getting right back to her knitting.

Stomping your foot impatiently, you give an awkward smile to the other tenants present in the elevator. They smile back, weird looks on their faces as they realize you’re holding your bleeding arm and you silently wish that the elevator would hurry the hell up. Sighing in relief as the elevators dings, you squeeze through the opening doors.

“Odd fellow,” One whispers out.

“Yeah, very odd,” Another whispers back.

Fumbling with your keys to your door, you curse in frustration as you drop them. Picking them up, you unlock your door after what seemed like forever. Finally, practically throwing open your door, you race to your bathroom, not caring as your door slams behind you. Dropping everything, you quickly get the first aid kit out.

“Fuck,” you hiss in pain as the alcohol seeps into your wound. Tears fall from your eyes from the burning sensation. “Ah, I’m melting, I’m melting…fuck, I’m dumb.”

After 10 minutes of grueling pain, you look at your newly bandaged arm. That was so stupid of you. How could you just invade his space like that? As you focus on your arm, dumb thoughts running through your head, your phone rings, snapping you out of your thoughts. Fishing it out of your pocket, you groan again when you realize it’s Yoongi. You still had time to get there, two hours really, so why was he calling you?

“Hello?”

“Y/N, wanted to let you know that Joon got the stomach bug so the hangout is cancelled. Hobi and I are taking care of him.”

You can hear groans of pain in the background and Hoseok teasing. “Quit being a baby, Joonie. It’s a mere stomach bug.”

“Feels like I’m dying, Hobi,” he groans dramatically.

“Sounds like you have a handful, Yoongles,” you chuckle, putting up the alcohol and first aid kit.

“Yeah, unfortunately.”

“Okay, thanks for telling me. I hope Joon gets better. I have some stuff to do so I have to go.”

“Yeah, right. Bye, Y/N-Namjoon, did you just hit me with a pillow?”

You can hear Namjoon yelling “Cuddles, now!” before Yoongi hangs up, eliciting a belly laugh out of you. How Yoongi and Hoseok put up with their boyfriend, you have no clue but more power to them. Staring back at your arm, you nod as you come up with a plan to win the hybrid over. Or at least apologize to him. You roll up your other sleeve, making your way over to your kitchen. You’ve got work to do.

It’s a couple of hours later when Jimin finally retreats from his hidey hole to see a brown paper bag with a note attached to it. An amazing smell wafts through the air that makes his stomach growl in hunger. He slowly crawls forward, tail swishing in curiosity, and snatches the note from the bag.

I’m sorry about today. Please enjoy your dinner.

P.S, I hear Maine Coons like this fish, assuming you are one. Enjoy :)

-Y/N (The guy who is really sorry about invading your personal space)

He hisses in disgust, shifting backward from the paper bag. The note flies from his grasp and lands in a puddle, immediately getting soaked from the dirty water. What if you poisoned it? Or laced it with something? Are you working for…her? Are you going to take him back? It’s not like he’s never had the wonderful pleasure of starving before. She would make sure of that. He can deal with it. He has done it plenty of times, one more can’t hurt…right?

He sits there, just glaring holes at the bag as rain drops hit him, trying so hard to ignore everything. The smell, the wonderful smell. He clenches his teeth so hard he’s afraid he’ll break them as another sharp pain shoots through his stomach, accompanied by a familiar grumbling. He tries to ignore it. He tries to focus on something else. Perhaps the way his bones are shivering from the rain will do? No, that makes it worse. Makes him want whatever is in the bag even more. It seems warm. Warm enough to make him warm. He wants it. He needs it. So much.

Ignore it.

Ignore. It.

But, a guy can only take so much.

The smell surrounding him in mockery and the nagging pain finally makes Jimin grab the bag, fishing out the food and digging in, without sparing it a second glance. He’ll worry about the consequences later.

He almost moans from the taste he thought he had forgotten long ago. The fish is still warm, kept in a container that keeps the temperature insulated and whatever soup you got (or made, he can care less) goes perfectly with it.

In a matter of minutes, the fish is finished, and Jimin is gulping down the remaining soup. He pulls back, licking his lips and sighs in satisfaction. His stomach is warm from the soup. He’s not shivering that much from the rain anymore. He actually feels…cozy and it’s incredibly weird to him. Something foreign almost. He places the bowl back into the bag and crawls back into his hiding place. Curling up, yawning, he thinks of you and quietly mumbles a thank you before falling fast asleep.

It is a couple of days later when you return, bandage wrapped around your arm. Jimin growls in annoyance and begrudgingly relief. You seem..okay from his scratch.

Stupid human can’t follow a stupid task.

“I come bearing a peace offering,” you smile, holding out two bags.

Jimin’s eyes study the bags and then trail up your hand and to your arm. Annoyingly, in his opinion, guilt racks up. You notice his eyes glued to your arm and you wave your hand.

“Don’t worry about. My friend Jin said it would be fine.”

You lock eyes for a mere second before he’s immediately spitting back, “Like I care.”

He averts his eyes, letting out a loud huff. You sit down, slowly sliding one bag towards him. He views the action from the corner of his eyes. What are you doing? He turns his head just a bit to get a better view and his eyes widen.

“What are you doing?” he practically screeches as you pull out your lunch for the day.

“Taking my lunch break. What else?” you tease, waving the take out container in your hand. “Would you care to join me?”

“No.”

You shrug your shoulders and open your container. “Suit yourself, buddy.”

You begin eating and Jimin rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and looking away. Again, he repeats the same mantra from last time.

Ignore it.

His stomach rumbles and if you heard it, you make no move to comment and instead, continue to happily eat.

“Wow, this chicken is to die for. Compliments to the chef,” you groan, giving a chef’s kiss. “Sure you don’t want any?”

He knows what your game is. You’re just trying to rile him up to eat the food so that you can do whatever you want with him. No, not this time. It won’t work. After you leave, he’ll throw the food away. He is sure of it.

“I am positive I don’t want your shitty food,” he snaps.

You wince, putting a hand to your chest. “Ouch buddy, that hurt.”

“Not your fucking buddy either,” he growls in annoyance.

“Just slash at my feelings, why don’t yah?”

“Gladly.”

That is his last and final word. You finish your lunch, taking one glance at the hybrid and leave. Jimin sits there and makes a move to throw out the food. He hesitantly reaches out but backs away. His eyebrows furrow at his dilemma. On one hand, should he waste food like that? That would be wrong of him. On another, did you poison the food this time? Can he really trust that you didn’t?

He lasts a total of five minutes before he’s digging into the food. Maybe, just maybe, you’re a decent human. Just maybe.

It takes you weeks to earn the still nameless hybrid’s trust. Even then, it was only a small amount. At least you could sit closer together and talk about random things. That’s why it surprises you when he meekly asks if he can go with you this time.

You widen your eyes at his request. “What?”

“When you leave, can I go with you? Y/N, please?” His ears are flattened against his head and his tail is curled around his waist.

“I don’t even know your name-”

“Jimin. It’s um, Jimin.” He blurts out. He clears his throat, face flushed, eyes looking at every thing but you.

“Jimin…” you whisper, the name so foreign on your tongue. “Pretty name. What made you want to come with me?”

“I…” he didn’t expect that question. “I don’t know. You just seem…comforting, I guess? I don’t know, it was stupid. I’m sorry-”

You cut him off. “Shh, it’s not stupid. I’m glad that I seem comforting to you. My answer is yes, you can come home with me.”

His eyes widen and it’s the first time you have ever seen him smile that wide before. You hope you’ll see that smile even more in the future.

“And this is your room!” You gesture with your arm. “I had to quickly clean it since I honestly didn’t think you would come with me so forgive me if it’s still a bit dusty.” You walk in but he doesn’t follow. You turn around towards him, cocking your head. “Jimin?”

Jimin can’t say anything. This is all for him? But, he didn’t do anything to deserve it. He didn’t please you. He didn’t let you use him as a personal punching bag for your frustrations. This is a trick. It has to be. No one is this kind to a stranger, especially a hybrid. A hybrid who hurt you. For fuck’s sake, he scratched you. Yeah, he wanted to come home with you and yeah, he did say you were comforting but he expected that you would make him share the same room or something. He didn’t know what to expect. Just not this.

“Jimin?” Your soothing voice lures him out of his mess he calls his thoughts.

“I-I can’t accept this room, Y/N.”

You must’ve pulled a face or something because Jimin is immediately tense, ready to dash right back out on to the streets.

“Why?” is the only thing you ask.

“What?”

“Why can’t you accept the room?”

He wraps his arms around himself, his tail joining them. “Never had this before. This much kindness thrown at me. Expected to..pay you in return.”

“It’s yours now, Jimin. No payment needed.”

“Why are you so kind to me?”

His question throws you off-guard and it takes you a minute to answer. You brush the lint off of his comforter. “Because you deserve it. I can only assume you’ve been through hell and back. Why not live the rest of your life peacefully?”

“Thank you.”

With that, you smile and leave him be in his new room. A couple of hours later, he joins you for dinner. Whatever you made smells heavenly. Quietly sitting down, he watches as you put the pot on the table in between you two. The bowls are already set and you serve him first before serving yourself. He mutters a “thank you”.

“Dig in, Jimin. I hope you’ll like it. New recipe I’m trying out,” you hum, taking a spoon full of the stew and blowing on it. He waits until you take a bite first. You smile in satisfaction as the spicy fish stew came out perfectly. Just the right amount of spice. He should’ve known better, really. You never wanted to hurt him in the first place but old habits die hard and he finds himself gauging your reaction to the food. You didn’t trick him before, you didn’t poison him at all, so why should this meal be different? Maybe it’s because he’s on your turf now. He waits and when he deems the food is safe enough to eat since you aren’t spasming out of control from poison or getting sleepy from a sedative, he digs in.

Wow.

You’re an amazing cook.

It doesn’t take Jimin even 5 minutes to finish his bowl and your heart aches just a little at the mere thought of him being hungry ever again.

“Must’ve been good?” You tease light-heartedly. Jimin nods, licking his lips clean. “Want a second bowl?”

His eyes widen at the aspect and you only take his bowl to fill it up again. Jimin wastes no time finishing the second one. He feels all warm, fuzzy even and he looks down at his stomach in confusion. This is a familiar feeling. A feeling he had on the day you two met. It takes him a good solid minute, weighing the pros and cons of asking you if you had made that soup. Would you think it was weird if he told you he had remembered the fuzzy feeling? Would you think it was weird if he told you that that was the only time he had ever felt close to home? Finally, he concludes that either way, he needs to know because he cannot stand the stupid curiosity that’s nagging him.

“I..I have a question,” Jimin mumbles.

You nod, gulping down the remaining water from your cup. “Shoot.”

He looks around the room as he hesitantly asks, “Did, did you..you know, that soup..”

“Soup? What soup?”

“You know, that soup.”

“I’m not following, Jiminie?”

His face heats up at your nickname for him but you don’t seem to realize that you even said it in the first place. He finally blurts out, “The one that you gave me the first time we met! Did you cook it?”

“Oh.”

“I just,” he continues. “It was the only time I ever felt..I don’t know. Nevermind- it’s stupid.”

“Yes.”

“What?” Did you actually think it was-

“Yes, I made it. I wanted you to have a homemade meal. And I was apologizing to you so I thought it would be a bit more..special I guess.”

“Thank you..”

You both clean the dishes, wash up and head to bed. Jimin is finally alone to just process everything. This could be a home for him. He lays down, relishing in the softness of the bed. He wraps himself with the comforter. It smells so nice and it feels so warm and so..homey. Yawning, he doesn’t notice the smile creeping up on his face as he closes his eyes, sleep taking over.

A couple of weeks have passed and having Jimin around is such a delight. Not having to come home to an empty apartment feels so much better. He helps you clean, he accompanies you when you’re watching something on the tv. He lets you ramble about your day at the coffee shop. It takes Jimin a while to grow used to being here. And not everything is so pleasant. Countless of times, Jimin has woken up from night terrors, from flashbacks of that place. And this time isn’t any different.

It’s around 4 in the morning when Jimin wakes up, his eyes flying open from the nightmare. Gasping for air, he looks around. Everything seems so hazy, so dark. All he can remember is him screaming for you.

Oh no, oh no, oh no. You’re not going to give him away, right? Right?

You weren’t anywhere in sight and he could feel himself panicking. He rapidly jumps up, trying to find the light switch or the curtains or something to give light. To give him hope that you hadn’t sneakily sold him back to her. He trips over something and reaches out his hand, grasping a cloth and pulling it down with him. Moon light floods the room and he curls up, sobbing and shaking. His heart is racing and he silently begs for you to appear.

You jolt awake at the loud “thunk” coming from somewhere in your apartment. You jump up, grabbing your baseball bat and tip toe out of your room. Hearing whimpers from Jimin’s room, you drop the bat and rush in.

“Jimin, oh my god, are you okay?” you ask alarmed, freeing him. He’s shaking all over, eyes closed and arms wrapped around himself.

“Please tell me I’m not there again. I don’t wanna go back. Please, please please..” He repeatedly mumbles. “I’m a good boy. I’ll be a better boy, I promise. Please, just don’t take me there.”

Without thinking, you wrap your arms around him, rocking him back and forth. “I promise on everything holy that I will never leave you. I will never let you go back there, Jimin.”

He sobs into your shoulder, gripping tightly at your t-shirt. His tail wraps around you, and you stroke his head.

“Shh, I’ve got you. You’re here, you’re home. It’s okay, you’re safe. I promise,” you whisper. After a long time, Jimin grounds himself and he pulls back to see you, worry filling your eyes and tears at the brim of them.

“Y/N,” he mumbles, diving right back into your arms. You only rub his back in soothing motions.

That was the first night ever that he had asked you to stay in his room.

The next morning while you’re making a delicious breakfast for the both of you, he stalks into the kitchen. You hum a little at his presence, asking him if he is okay. He hums in agreement and stares at you. You, already used to him just staring at you, studying your movements, continue cooking. He walks up behind you, ears pinned back, arms opening up.

He back hugs you.

You’re startled for a moment and it makes him hesitate to tighten his grip but when you don’t move away, just slightly humming as you continue to cook, he smiles, ever so slightly, tautening his hold.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he murmurs into your back, so quietly that you have a hard time hearing him. But you hear him. He buries his head into your back, inhaling your comforting scent. “Thank you.”

That’s when you realize that the future for the both of you would be much brighter from here on.

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