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bogfroggy · 9 months ago
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really loving someone brings a certain zest for arts and crafts into your life. im giggling and kicking my feet thinking about making a card and putting stickers on it
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bokunoheros · 27 days ago
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TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (keigo does talk ab making you a mommy tho, and you refer to yourself as his girlfriend once), reader is a civilian, this is pre-war, reader and keigo are dating, no lube no protection (all night all day), baby trapping lowk????, idk he nonconsensually cums in you and then proposes (you accept tho), creampies, cockwarming, kinda lazy ending?? idgaf GENRE: smut SUMMARY: it’s the start of mating season and keigo had just saved a mother and her child at work today, so it’s only natural for him to come home with the overwhelming need to knock you up. WORD COUNT: 2.6K 🦊’s A/N: keigo they could Never make me hate you…. anyway hope yall enjoy this fr
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     not only was today the first day of his rut, meaning his last day of hero work until the spring was over, but he had also gone out of his way to save a mother and her crying child while off-duty. he’d been heading home after an eventful and tiring patrol when he ran into them being threatened by a petty mugger—nothing he couldn’t handle, especially after the day he’d had, but he can imagine having a gun pointed to your face must be scary to an untrained civilian. now, he was brimming over with emotions, barely keeping his cool as he walks through the threshold of your shared home, slamming the door loudly behind him, wings all puffed up and ruffled.
     “keigo? honey, what’s wron—” you’re suddenly cut off by a small flurry of his feathers sweeping you off your feet and carrying you from the kitchen towards where he stood in the living room, in the process of stepping out of his boots and shrugging his jacket off. you’re immediately taken aback by his serious demeanor and you open your mouth to say something, except that no words come out. what should you say?
     “how was your day..?” you ask tentatively after a brief moment of silence. 
     rather than verbally answering you, he lets out a long, drawn out sigh and shakes his head — a response you’re unfamiliar with. usually, he isn’t afraid to yap for at least fifteen minutes about how his day went, what happened, and sometimes even the people or fellow pros he talked to! so for him to remain silent…. well, it’s safe to say you’re starting to get worried. 
     had you done something wrong? was today exceptionally challenging? your heart rate increases as your anxious thoughts swirl around in your foggy mind, and you don’t know where to go from here.
     keigo knew what to do, though; he knew exactly how to relieve this stress.
     taking a step in your direction, he narrows his eyes, intense, predatory gaze locked onto yours, and suddenly, he’s leaning in for a kiss as he backs you up against the nearest wall. 
     the way he kisses you is controlled and barely put together, and you can tell he’s on edge, like he’s about to snap, so you say what you think he needs to hear.
     “you can rough me up a bit, kei, i promise i won’t break.”
     his eyes fly open at your words before narrowing as he nods before leaning back in with much more passion and any restraint right out the window. but he himself has said it before, he’s awful—he has no self-control; something that rang especially true when it came to you. 
     he’s spent whole evenings with his head buried between your thighs, eating you out until you’re crying and begging him to stop, saying it hurts, it hurts!, to which he always asks you for just one more. “one more” never meant one more, of course—keigo was greedy in this sense. he could never seem to get enough of you, always wanting more, more, more. if he could, he’d devour you whole, make you his entirely, and—that’s exactly what he was going to do tonight. he had been planning to propose for a while now, anyway. he had a ring and everything! he’d.. just been working up the courage to ask. so, then what better way than by deciding to knock you up on a whim. 
     well, …was it really a whim if he had fantasized about it before? the two of you had been dating since the summer of last year, meaning you haven’t seen him during his ruts yet, and, while he’s mentioned it briefly in the past, he didn’t actually expect to last this long with you so he never divulged the details of it—not because he wasn’t in love with you, but because he gave up on the dating scene because he’s always the one being dumped for being so. so. !!!! outwardly nonchalant about most things! or being married to his work, whatever they meant by that; he only worked so hard so he could have a future to relax in! no one ever seemed to understand that…. until he met you.
     something just clicked between the two of you upon your first meeting—you were probably the most interesting person hawks had ever saved, be it your quirk, your personality and mannerisms, or even something as simple as a remark you had made in the five something minutes it took to save you; he found himself unable to get you out of his head for days afterwards, eventually causing him to seek you out to ask a bewildered you on a date—just one, he had originally said.  
     you said yes immediately for a multitude of reasons—he was fine as fuck, he’d literally saved your life the other day, not to mention he was witty, and spoke his mind, too—something keigo hadn’t been expecting. he knew all of the above things, and yet, found himself somewhat nervous as he handed you a bouquet of pale red carnations, red camellias, and baby’s breath. he’d stayed up all night researching flower language and symbolism, deciding on the perfect ones to give to you, as he knew it was rude to show up to somebody’s house empty-handed, and, also, because… he’d never really felt this way about anyone before. there was something so magnetic between the two of you….
     but that’s enough reminiscing—he needs to be in the present moment, needs to focus on fucking you so good you go braindead on his dick, focus on cumming so deep in you, there’s no way you couldn’t not be pregnant with his child. keigo understood that having children as the number two pro hero would be no easy feat, but he thinks with you by his side, he can do anything. 
     sliding his tongue over the seam of your lips, one gloved hand comes up to squish your cheeks enough to force your lips to part for him and he easily slips the wet muscle into your mouth, taking his time sliding it along the insides of your cheeks, the grooves of your teeth, and the roof of your mouth, carefully exploring every inch and committing it to memory (as if he hadn’t already). 
     meanwhile, his other hand settles on your hip, massaging it lightly for a moment before his grip quickly tightens and he’s coaxing your tongue out of your mouth and into his as he begins to suck on it.
     “mmh,” you hum pleasantly, starting to drool as you let keigo decide how to use you in order to relieve his stress. 
     “missed ya t’day, dove,” he murmurs against your lips before nipping at your tongue and you feel your heart flutter. what had gotten into him? you weren’t necessarily complaining, but you still felt a little worried about him if you were being totally honest.
     keigo, sensing your unease, slowly pulls away from the kiss to ask if something was wrong, just for you to deflect the question back onto him. 
     “‘m fine, it was just a long day is all,” he tells you in earnest, leaving out the part about the beginning of his rut. “need’a feel you s’bad, though,” he breathes out, moving to kiss you again; tilting his head, he slots his lips back over yours, and it feels like he’s going to eat you alive. and, truthfully, he just might.
     before you even realize what he’s doing, he’s picking you up, wrapping your legs around his narrow waist, and carrying you into the bedroom where he’s pinning you to the mattress, wings spread wide for you to admire as you look up at him. you’re sure his words held a bit of truth to them, but he was behaving a little oddly for reasons you couldn’t put together yet. 
     him being a horny little shit wasn’t the unusual bit, but rather, his upbeat demeanor was nowhere to be found—even if it was an act almost all the time, it still felt weird to see him so serious looking.
     “kei…”
     “shh, stop worrying, sweets,” he shushes you, leaning in for another hungry kiss. you oblige him of course, parting your lips and poking your tongue out to meet his as you close your eyes
     his large wings create an almost dome around the two of you, shutting out the world, only leaving room for the two of you, and not another soul. 
     perhaps it would be best to sit back, relax, and let your boyfriend play with you… so that’s exactly what you do, settling fully onto the soft bed and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer—something that had him smirking against your soft lips. 
     it’s not long before you’re both naked, having grown too hot for the unnecessary layers separating your bare bodies, and soon, you suddenly have a pillow tucked under your hips, keeping them at an angle—something that confuses you.
     “keigo?”
     “just relax, dove.”
     he leans in closer, bringing his lips to yours as his one hand grasps at your hip, blunt nails (that he has to trim daily, mind you, lest they grow into talons) digging into the tender flesh there while his other grabs at his leaky cock, tapping it against your clit a couple times before lining it up with your slit and slowly pushing in, doing his best to show restraint and not bottom out in one fluid motion. you both groan at the feeling, the stretch so deep you almost feel nauseous.
     bringing two fingers down to your pulsing clit, he rubs semi-rough circles against the little bud, trying his hardest not to overwhelm you, but needing to hurry up and get you off so he can stuff you full of his cum.
     “mmmh,” you moan quietly as he focuses on working you up to your first orgasm out of many for the long night he had planned for you.
     it’s not long before you’re cumming with a cry and suddenly, keigo’s got his dick lined up with your slick little hole, easing himself in as he bites his bottom lip, trying not to whimper. 
     “fuuuck, you’re so tight, sweets,” he groans, rocking his hips into your, unkempt pubes brushing against your neatly trimmed ones. 
     your hands come up to wrap around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, before you’re tugging at his wings, and you feel his dick twitch inside you.
     “don’t,” is all he’s able to get out, burying his face in the crook of your neck, where he begins sucking and biting at the skin there. 
     “why not?” you grin like an idiot, already knowing the answer. you knew damn well just how sensitive keigo’s wings were—already having had this discussion when you first started having sex and you went to grab at them for the first time.
     “don’t ask stupid questions when you know the answer, dove,” he warns.
     you, ever the brat, decide to start stroking on his wings, and you feel his hips stutter and teeth sink into the column of your throat. 
     “nngh–!” you whine, tugging on the bright red feathers. keigo moans loudly at this, and quickly grabs the backs of your thighs to fold you in half and start fuckin’ pounding into you—his thrusts are fast and sloppy, and the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin turns you on even more, pussy drooling around his dick.
     it doesn’t take long before keigo’s cumming deep inside you without warning, something that has your eyes flying open. 
     “k–keigo–! y– you just— you..!” the words aren’t there as panic begins to settle in. something you had both agreed on before you started fucking was that even if you did it raw, he had to pull out—kids were a big no for the both of you.
     but here was your boyfriend, fucking you throughout his orgasm and working his way up to a second as he looks down at you with a gaze so intense, you feel small beneath him. 
     tugging at his wings again, you cry out his name as he fucks his cum into you, just for him to ignore your pathetic mewls and pleas.
     “k– kei—!”
     “gonna knock y��up so good—g’nna— fuck— g’nna make you a mommy—”
     your face flushes deeply at his words—is this what had gotten into him? the urge to breed you? knock you up?
     “f–fuck!” you pull at his wings, rolling your hips upwards as best you can as he desperately ruts into you. this triggers keigo’s second orgasm, his pelvis pressing flush against yours as he cums hard. 
     “nngh—! hnnmg—fuck,” keigo moans as his hips still while he spills another load deep within you. “shit— y’feel so fuckin’ good, baby—” 
     this continues for what seems like ever, but in reality is maybe fifteen minutes of your boyfriend fucking into you until he physically can’t cum anymore, until tears are running down his cheeks from how overstimulated he is, and he’s collapsing on top of you with a tired sigh.
     “k–keigo— we— we can’t—” can’t what? “‘m gonna get pregnant— y’gotta let me get up,” you try to say, shoving at his chest; but it was no use, he was dead weight. 
     “good,” he says breathlessly, nuzzling his face into your neck. 
     “n–no! not good! i— we’re only dating! what would the media think if they found out the number two pro hero went and knocked his girlfriend up?!” your concern is genuine, but also stems from selfish reasons. you’re sure the reporters would hound you the moment they caught a whiff of something fishy, and—
     “then marry me.” his words are so serious sounding that they immediately break you out of your own mind and your eyes go wide with shock and awe. had he seriously just. proposed?! while still being balls deep in you!? 
     “huh!?” you sound just as caught off guard as you look, and keigo cranes his neck up to look at you, expression the most serious you’d ever seen it. …okay, so he obviously wasn’t joking around, but, but–!
     “you heard me. …i’d been meaning to get you a ring for a little while now, but couldn’t find one i thought you might like, so…..” his cheeks are flushed and face sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead as he gazes at you so tenderly, your heart can’t help but feel full.
     “i— keigo, i…” he waits patiently as you fumble with your words. “yes,” finally falls from your lips, a grin tugging at the corners of them.
      unable to say anything else, you cup his cheeks with both hands and press kisses all over his handsome face before you slot your lips over his and lean in slowly, almost teasingly.
     keigo, ever impatient, leans in to close the gap, one large hand coming to cradle the back of your head as his hips twitch and he pushes further into you, causing the disgusting amount of cum stuffed in your cunt to form a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and drip down to your puckered asshole. after that, it doesn’t take much longer for keigo to fuck you both to sleep.
     and that’s how you found yourself in the exact same position one year later, having put your first child to bed no less than an hour ago, with your now husband pinning you to your shared mattress, talking about how he wants a second kid—how beautiful you looked pregnant the first time, and how he’d love to see you like that again. so, he makes it happen. and then one more time after that.
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jjenthusee · 1 month ago
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🎃 Halloween Shenanigans 🎃
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
A/N: In preparation for October, I wanted to write some small Halloween drabbles that seemed so hilarious in my mind ☺️ ENJOY :) leave any comments and reblog <3
Tags: lame jason makes me giggle, unhinged jason, clingy jason??
Check out Pt. 2 here!
“You can’t be serious.” You eyed Jason up and down, judgement written all over your face.
He stood in his full Red Hood gear, holsters strapped on his legs, helmet shined, and leather jacket worn.
“What? It’s perfect.” He stood up from the edge of the bed, walking closer to you.
“It’s a Halloween event and you’re dressed up as yourself?!” You felt the vein popping up in your head. “I thought you were supposed to keep your identity…oh, I don’t know…hidden?”
“I’ve done it before, no one bats an eye. Heh, ya get it?” Jason chuckles at his accidental lame joke.
You raised an eyebrow, he was not taking any of the concern seriously.
“Sweets, it’s fine. Have you seen how many shitty Robin and Nightwing outfits there are? There’s nothing to worry about.”
“You take that back!” Jason pointed a finger at the stranger testing his patience for the night.
“No! Your costume sucks!” A little boy dressed in a Robin costume yelled back at Jason. The small domino mask on his face slowly slipping from his nose the longer he raised his voice. Their difference in height was laughable if it weren’t for Jason arguing with a literal child. “You painted the Red Hood symbol wrong and your jacket sucks too!”
You were feeling a headache itching into your head.
“What?! Kid, I’m the real fuc—“
“Okay! Okay, my friend here has had too much candy for the night.” You yelled louder before Jason could finish his sentence, glaring at him before you turned around back to the young child.
“Friend?!” You heard Jason yell from behind your back as you crouched, he was getting more offended by the second.
“Hush!” You harshly whispered back to your boyfriend.
After you were eye-level with the kid, you promised to let him rummage in your bag of candy. Letting him pick out anything from the selection while Jason paced back and forth murmuring to himself at the disadvantage he was in.
The boy was actually a nice kid as he told you about how his dad helped him sew the costume together. He was yapping away in his excitement as he took one of the full-sized candy bars that you brought to give out to other kids.
“I died and this is what I have to deal with? How about you take a crowbar—“
You swung your head back while the kid was distracted, frowning at the large man behind you. He immediately didn’t finish his thought at your unamused look, but instead settled for crossing his arms across his chest as he glared down the boy still talking to you.
Before the boy left, he told you he had lost his dad before he ended up at your front door.
Once you calmed the kid down and promised to help, Jason followed you out to try to find the boy’s dad, but there was still unsettled tension in the sudden enemies who walked next to you as you searched.
Every time Jason tried to get closer to you, the kid switched sides holding onto your hand, becoming a tiny barrier in between the two of you.
You kept your head forward, not acknowledging the two fighting behind you as the kid stuck out his tongue and Jason subtly trying to whisper back insults.
Once you found the father, you were finally relieved. You were receiving thanks from the boy’s dad before Jason kneeled down to see the boy at eye level. They stared at one another as they seemed to be having a semi-friendly conversation.
You eyed the two while you finished your conversation, not believing them to be suddenly getting along.
“You better watch your back.” Jason quietly talked.
“You’re not scary.” The boy glared, his expression not seen from where you stood.
“What’s wrong with the kids these days?” Jason murmured under is breath. “My gear—costume isn’t lame.”
“It’s lame. You don’t even have your guns. Red Hood has guns.”
With a large sigh from Jason and your side glance burning the side of his head, he gave in as you wondered what the two of them were talking about.
“I’ll buy you a large soda and another big candy bar if you hug me, so I don’t get yelled at later.”
“Two sodas.” The child negotiated.
“You’re pushing it, kid.” In one tilt of his helmet, Jason watched you smile to the man. “Deal.”
When you looked back, the two supposedly bickering enemies were embraced in a friendly hug. You watched in confusion, but the boy’s dad was cooing at how well they got along.
“Say ‘You’re so cool’ and you’ll get two candy bars.” Jason whispered at the side of the boys head while they still hugged.
The kid loudly yells his words, mimicking an excited tone.
“Oh, you two get along so well, thank you for finding my son. You two lovebirds enjoy your night.” The dad left with his son and his large haul of candy and other sweets.
You watched as they walked away in the opposite direction of your home.
The Red Hood standing next to you was surprisingly quiet, no quick remark or other insult.
Before you were about to grab Jason’s waist to turn around, the small figure caught your eye.
While you half held Jason, you watched as the young boy stuck out his tongue in one final jab at the man in your arms.
“You little—I can’t believe that lil’ shit got free candy outta me.” Jason puffed, finally deciding to raise the white flag of surrender.
You couldn’t hold back the smile on your face. A gentle laugh leaving you as you couldn’t see your boyfriend pout, but you knew him so well that you could imagine it under the helmet.
You nudged Jason, guiding him into a walk back to your home.
He had squeezed you by the shoulder, letting his arm rest around you and you reciprocated a loose arm around his waist.
“How much money did u lose on the kid?” You grabbed onto his gloved hand hanging in the air, intertwining your fingers. The momentum of your steps pushing you into a leisure stroll.
“$10 and so many snacks. Lil’ fucker knows how to negotiate.” Jason spoke through gritted teeth.
You laughed into the night air, remembering the image of them glaring at one another.
“You met your match tonight, Mr. Red Hood.” You smirked.
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carmyberzattosjournal · 17 days ago
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Entry 27: 8 Word Chorus
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Bearblr Promptober Day 27: Nightmare
Summary: Carmy's girlfriend (who he calls Darling) has a nightmare, and he comforts her. Fluff.
Warnings: Swearing, comfort, nightmare, fem reader/lass who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns (1157 words)
Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.
Thank you for reading. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list. Sideblog for commentary and yapping: @m-z-shoroi
Also, if random letters or words are black/white instead of the colors they should be, that's Tumblr being dumb, I've been fighting it for days.
27 Oct 2024
I’m the one with nightmares, so when I woke up seemingly for no reason, I was confused as hell.
I fall asleep pretty quick on workdays (and after a good fuck, I’ll be honest), but if I happen to wake up in the middle of the night, I’m usually cooked. If I can get back to sleep before the haze clears, sure, I’ll get some fitful sleep. I’ll wake up with a headache, but I won’t be miserable by the time dinner service starts. So, I did what I usually do, closed my eyes and refused to move a muscle, hoping the tides of sleep would take me again.
But then Darling flinched.
It wasn’t that little sleepy twitch of her leg that she does sometimes when she’s off in dreamland—this one was more like she recoiled from something. The immediate thought in my sleep-addled mind was that something was hurting her (spider, I don’t know, maybe I got a rat or something), so all hopes of sleep evaporated, and I propped up on my elbow to stare at her in the minimal glow from that annoying fucking streetlight coming through the drawn blinds. Faint shine on her brow, cheekbone, the bridge of her nose. She had her arms curled up tightly to her chest with the blanket bunched up under her chin. I just barely pressed the inside of my wrist to her forehead. Cool. Sticky. Not a fever. She flinched again and scrunched into a tighter ball, made a small sound, then drew in a sharp breath.
It’s funny how brains work, isn’t it? The only information I had was that she was curled up, she flinched, she was sweaty, and she didn’t feel warm, and I managed to piece together, even half-cranky from interrupted sleep, that she was having a nightmare.
I rubbed slowly between her shoulder blades, same thing I remember her doing on the nights I couldn’t seem to fend my demons off, and for a few moments, it seemed like she would doze back off. I even thought about lying back down and trying to get some amount of shuteye, but then she whimpered. Drew in another sharp breath. Whimpered again.
She was crying.
It might not have been the best decision to make, but at the time, I just needed to make it stop. I needed her to stop crying. It tore something raw in my chest, set off the buzzing in my ribs and in my temples that I got right after a sudden loud sound or when someone on the line didn’t answer me when I called for them.
“Baby girl? Hey,” I said, squeezing her shoulder. I didn’t mean for it to come out as a whisper, but I couldn’t get my voice any louder, not even when she didn’t wake up, not even when I tried twice more to call to her. There was something else, something deeper, something painful twisted up at the base of my throat that stopped the words. All I could do was tug at the blanket to try dislodging it from her grip.
She screeched when she finally did wake up. Bolted upright with wide eyes, reached blindly for something, anything to grab.
“Hey, hey, I’m right here! Hey!” That at least had some volume to it, even if it sounded like I had strep.
She threw her arms around me and crushed me in a trembling hug. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Don’t leave!” she sobbed.
“W-what? I’m not leaving! What are you-hey, it’s okay! It was just a nightmare!”
She heaved for air, coughed. I held her to my chest, rocked her back and forth, rubbed up and down her back. She shook violently, was digging her fingers so hard into the backs of my shoulders that my eyes stung.
“Hey, you’re okay.” I peppered kisses on her forehead, her temple. “Breathe. Breathe, hm? I’m not going anywhere. It was just a nightmare.”
Fucking hell, it was weird being the one calming her down. What’s weirder was that I sort of knew what to do? Maybe it was just subconscious learning, but I chanced resting my hand on her sternum. She released her grip on my shoulders, planted her hand over mine, and pressed it harder into her skin. Tucked her face into the crook of my neck, dragged in slow, shaky breaths. She intertwined her fingers with my other hand. I traced the pulse in her wrist with my thumb.
I heard her throat click when she swallowed. “Nightmare,” she breathed.
I kissed her forehead. “Yeah. Just a nightmare, sweetheart.”
“I’m sorry. You have work—”
What?
“It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong, princess.”
Darling slumped against me at that. An eternity went by with her just tucked into me like that. Her eyelashes brushed my neck every time she blinked, sometimes a beat every few seconds, sometimes a few rapid ones in succession. Could almost hear her thinking. Almost feel her attention snapping back and forth between our bedroom in Chicago and wherever her nightmare was. Don’t leave. She told me—almost screamed at me in her panicked state—not to leave. She’d said before that she feared waking up and discovering I was a figment of her imagination; I didn’t have a chance to think too much about it before, but now it played on repeat in my head, a cursed refrain, an 8-word chorus. All of this will have been a dream.
Did I act like I didn’t love her? Was she worried about Syd being in my life? Why? Why was she worried that I’d go?
All of this will have been a dream.
My heart lurched into my throat. My eyes stung. I loved her so much that it hurt me, why the fuck did she think I would leave?
 “Why are you scared I’ll leave?” I whispered into her hair.
She gulped again. Slid my hand off her chest, into her lap. Traced the scar on my palm. “I keep having this nightmare. That… you’re on my table. You have cuts everywhere. And I can’t find my tools.”—she took a deep breath—“I keep saying that, um, we need to get a mask on you so that you can breathe. But no one else is there. And I can’t find one. And you start crashing.”
Oh.
“You tell me you have to go. I keep begging you not to leave.”
Oh.
I kissed her forehead. Tried to kiss the memories of the nightmare away. Tried to reassure her somehow, I don’t know. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “I didn’t want you to worry. Please, don’t worry. I’ve always had nightmares; they don’t mean anything. Just… part of being a trauma surgeon.”
Hate to break it to you, princess, but I was going to worry anyway. Nothing personal. Just part of being in love, I guess.
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lexsssu · 11 months ago
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Soft (Vergil)
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TAGS: Vergil/Dragoness!reader, smut, breeding, pregnancy, heats/ruts, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)
“Moooooommm, my hair’s already okay as it is. You don’t have to keep grooming it!”
“Hush, darling. Mother knows best and if I say that your hair needs to be groomed then it means that it needs to be groomed. Now, stay still and let Mama fix you up~”
Nero grumbled and pouted, but simply allowed himself to become limp in your grasp as you combed his snowy locks for him, a bright red blush lighting up his cheeks that were yet another feature he’d inherited from his father. To be honest, Nero took mostly after Vergil in terms of looks, but he was definitely more expressive than your mate.
“...’m not a lil kid anymore…”
“Regardless of how old you are, you will always be a child in my eyes, Nero. I bore you into this world with my body and nothing can ever change the bond between a mother and her child” You smile and nuzzle the top of the young man’s head, inhaling his scent while bathing him in your own, draconic instincts, particularly your maternal ones, overflowing as you carried another babe within your belly. 
“...Just let your mother be, Nero. Once your new sibling is born she won’t be babying you anymore,” said Vergil eloquently as he sat on his favorite armchair, reading through a well-worn poetry book and looking like painting straight out of a Victorian-era portrait.
“Your father is just teasing you. You’ll always be Mama’s darling boy~” You giggle and place a kiss on your son’s forehead, watching gleefully as his cheeks turn an even deeper red from your affections.
Though seemingly minding his own business, Vergil always had his eye on you both even as he read the ever so familiar words upon the inked pages. There is a softness in the blue of his eyes that is hidden from the world outside of your cozy little home. 
A softness that is reserved only for you, his mate, and all your offspring...and maybe Dante when the devil hunter wasn’t being an absolute insufferable moron.
It’s amazing how meeting you had allowed him to see the world in a different light. To rediscover parts of himself that he’d long thought to have died off on the night his entire life had changed forever and molded him into a man fraught with only the ambition for power.
He could still remember that moment so clearly, as if it happened just yesterday...
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“Do you need some help? You looked like you had quite the fall from so high up…”
The eldest son of Sparda blinked, a rare look of incredulity on his normally impassive face as he stared at the small hand being held out to him and the young woman who owned it. 
Mundus’ grotesque form lay upon the blood red ground, a mass of flesh with hundreds of hands sticking out of him that would have struck fear in the hearts of most living and undead creatures. However, the Prince of Darkness was obviously deceased as he lay immobile, gaping wounds and terrible gashes littering his foul body as if his opponent had just tore through him without mercy.
“...Do you know that thing? It kept yapping ever since I dropped in here kinda like how you did and well...I just wasn’t really in the mood to deal with the monologues so I took him out of his misery,” you chuckle at the young man’s astonished expression, quite liking how expressive his reactions were despite having only just met him.
“So ummm...do you wanna go to the throne room with me? That thing’s lackeys said that I should sit on the throne to make my rule as their new boss ‘official’ and well, I dunno about you but any place is better than kneeling on the wet ground”
Still flustered with the turn of events, Vergil could only wordlessly nod and before he could get up on his own, you grasp his free hand and pull him up with surprising strength.
“Great! Since you’re new here too, we both can get a tour of the place!”
The katana-wielder would have normally pulled his hand back by now in disgust and or disdain, but strangely enough he didn’t mind how your utterly warm and soft hand clutched his own. Your hand is so small that he could easily cover it if he took the initiative to do so, but he found himself both reluctant to move and content with...whatever this was.
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“Darling, please...fuck me open. Mate me. Breed me…!” You whine and whimper as you sway your hips tantalizingly, looking back at Vergil who’d activated his Sin Devil Trigger form with complete want and adoration. Everything about his current form aroused your most primal side, wanting nothing more than to have him fuck you until were bow-legged and undeniably swollen with his potent seed.
Though he couldn’t speak up in this form, the low grunts and the way his scaled hands took handfuls of your backside as he pressed his equally demonic-looking cock into your weeping slit had you keening and sighing as he sunk its entire length in one thrust. 
As Vergil had his way with your equally enthusiastic self, you couldn’t help but smile stupidly as thoughts of the future filled your mind. Specifically, the pitter-patter of little feet that would undeniably become an absolute reality soon enough, especially as you feel the base of your mate’s cock inflating in order to lock himself inside your willing cunt.
You always did like the name Nero...
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sstardustt3 · 5 months ago
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can you please do dating johnny cade hc?
Dating Johnny Cade hcs- the outsiders
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tags/warnings- brief mention of smoking, when I catch you Mr and Mrs cade when I catch those bitches, implied codependency???? (if you squint), mostly fluff, a little angst, a mean girls reference if you squint, not double-checked for grammatical errors or misspelling
authors note- masterlist and request rules coming soon??? Perhaps??? Also I’m gonna make something abt dally next I have like a whole list of characters I’m gonna write for soon
-requests and reposts are always open and welcome-
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-I think Johnny probably noticed you first because I think of him as a very observant and hyper aware of like everything (which I think is cannon if I’m not mistaken which I could be)
-I don’t think he really pays attention all that much in school so he just sits and looks at people so that’s probably how he noticed you
-he didn’t make a move of a longgg time because he was under the that you were way out of his league and you just wouldn’t like him
“Just go fucking talk to them Jesus Christ”
“It’s not that easy dal, they don’t like me I told you that already.”
“Listen if you don’t go talk to them, I will.”
“No,no,no!”
-and just like that, he decided forced to go talk to you
-he was stumbling like an idiot for the first half of the conversation but he eventually got it together and you two got along fine and he even managed to get your number!
-he would probably keep you at arms length for a while, he's not the most trusting person and ontop of that he doesn't really know how to love someone properly and he really did not want to hurt you
-his only good example was the curtis parents, and soda and sandy but I don't think he hung around either of them that much. He doesn't hang out with soda much anyways so being around him and his girlfriend just felt odd and the curtis' acted more like parents when he was around. and god forbid he asks dally.
-so it definitely takes him a while to get comfortable but when he does he's a good boyfriend
-i think he definitely looked at like a lifestyle magazine and read a section on what girls like repeatedly to make sure he was doing shit right
-he loves silence sometimes, like adores it. you two have sat for hours just looking at nothing together
-no doubt in my mind there has been times the gang has walked in on yall just staring at a blank wall
"..."
"..."
"are they okay-"
"they're future psych ward patients for sure."
-on the contrary though if you yap a lot, he's also perfectly okay with that and sometimes he'll join in (especially if it's gossip)
-that being said you are in fact invited to his and ponyboys gossip sessions and you were thoroughly surprised about how much he knows (that's why his hair's so long, it's full of secrets.)
-since it's my favorite headcannon of mine that he is really good at making stuff when valentines day comes around he'll give you roses or whatever your favorite flower is made out of either legos or colored paper
-he spends a lot of time at your house and also your parents probably love him
-oh my god you two on a roof together?? smoking in the winter??? maybe a cigarette kiss???
-sorry for getting sidetracked but speaking of kisses and just general pda, I think he's not all that big on pda and I don't think he likes to get touched in general but if you do, hold him gently and I guarantee he would be as red as a tomato with the most calm face ever
-I don't think he would really know what to think about that tbh
-like he's not clueless when it comes to romance (he has dallas as a friend bffr) and he's heard all about kissing and hand holding but no one told him how good it feels to be held like something small and delicate (he'll never tell you that though)
-now, on the other hand, he's not really as nervous or shocked by kissing and as much as he's inexperienced he has the enthusiasm to make up for it, he'll catch on pretty quickly
-that being said every time he's just like standing somewhere with you or like waiting in line for something he'll like give you a peck on the cheek, hold your hand , something like that
-rounding back to him not telling you about how he feels (I know I barely mentioned it but shhhhh) I think he's not good at communication
-again he's not the most trusting person in the world and also it says in the book or at least implied(again, I could be wrong and this is not verbatim) that he is passive and quiet so he can avoid being picked out from the crowd and to just overall avoid trouble and unwanted attention
-so I think that would carry over into his relationships to avoid an argument and you being disappointed in him
-so when he's like jealous or upset about something you did he keeps it inside and when it comes out it's just a lot
-i don't think he would full on yell but he would definitely get emotional kinda like he did in the church with ponyboy in that one scene with ponyboy (Istg i can not figure out what that scene is called someone please for the love of god tell me)
-he would almost immediately apologize because as I said before he can't stand you being mad at him
i'm going to stop here i do have more thoughts in what he would be like as a boyfriend so if this gets enough attention I would be delighted to do a part 2
overall score? -8.5/10
can be a little bit of an ass, a little insecure but loves you <3
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next-autopsy · 1 year ago
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A/N: Well, hi there! Don't hate me for this chapter, I was going to have the girls enjoy a nice night out and then I started writing and this came out so....... sorry x
Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.
TW: some swearing, drinking, very very brief mention of blood/death (nothing major), lieb is a dick for no reason … thats all i think?
Tags: @malarkgirlypop, @panzershrike-pretz
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Made of Glass
Chapter eighteen: A Night to Remember
Choosing Johnny as her sparring partner had been a blessing and a curse. 
On one hand, he was helping her learn properly. Birdie was finally able to defend and attack against someone who was fully willing to brawl her correctly. 
On the other hand, he wasn’t holding back. At all. And, by God, he had a strong swing. 
Bernadette had asked for this and she knew it would be beneficial in the long run, but each hit Johnny landed maybe her regret pushing for extra lessons. 
The instructor had given them small breaks for water during their hour-long lesson and when it was over, demanded they all stretch so their muscles wouldn’t ache too badly the next day. The seven women chatted while doing so, and the topic of weekend passes came up. 
The entire group had not yet been out drinking together, two or three maybe but not all seven, so when they figured out this weekend would be the first they all held a pass, excitement spread. 
Johnny shook his head playfully at the women as they yapped about which bar to visit on the rare occasion. He smiled hearing Bernadette mention introducing her friends, she was enlivened by the thought of the women she had come to call sisters meeting the men she thought of as brothers. The grin on her face was unlike any other and Johnny’s heart warmed thinking of the young lady who had wiggled her way into the center of Easy company and cemented bonds with a large portion of the guys. 
She was Easy’s little sister. 
The image of her splashed with scarlet red blood and lifeless eyes flashed into his mind and Martin involuntarily shivered. It was like the first time he even thought of the southern girl's death, like it wasn’t a possibility before now. If anything happened to her, Easy might just fall apart. Johnny began praying for her every night after that vision of her demise. 
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“I’m not going.” 
“What? You gotta! It won’t be the same without you.” Blythe begged, quite literally on her knees. Francesca was attempting to weasel her way out of the joyfully dubbed ‘girl’s night’ as they were getting ready. Charlotte passed the red lipstick along to the next girl waiting for the prized makeup, while Birdie sat on the floor in front of her cot and held still as Connie styled her hair, she had convinced Birdie to let her curl it down and leave it flowy. 
“Tell her, Birdie!” Blythe whined to the Corporal, Lucy rolled her eyes at the redhead while fixing her tie. The women were in their dress green and most had opted for the skirt and kitten heeled option for the night out. Only Lucy and Francesca wore the trousers and boots. 
“Yeah, she actually listens to you.” Charlotte added, passing Birdie her lit smoke and the southern girl was still unable to move much. Bernadette gave the Italian woman a pleading look, the best puppy dog eyes she could muster, “Please?” And Frankie folded. Rolling her eyes she grabbed her jacket and sighed, “Fine.”
“Yay! This is going to be so fun!” The chatty redhead jumped up and down, excited to have the full team going out. 
After putting on final touches and ensuring all seven were ready and weren’t forgetting anything, the group left their barracks. 
Five out of seven ladies immediately pulled out smokes and lit them up to combat the chill of the evening air. Only sweet young Connie and the brunette Betty, who don’t partake in puffing cigarettes, were left out of exhaling smoke clouds. Instead the duo led the group, followed by Lucy and Blythe, arm in arm then Birdie and Charlotte either side of Francesca, blocking her in so she couldn't sneak off and return to the barracks.
The group of girls had to split up into two cabs, luckily a whole row of drivers were lined up, waiting to make money off of soldiers needing rides to the nearest bar. Toye had told Birdie which bar he and most of Easy company were planning on visiting that night and she had convinced the girls to spend their time there: The Black Rose, it was called. 
Before entering the drinking establishment, they could hear the rowdy men inside who had apparently started off the night with a drinking competition. Birdie suggested a few of them stay sober to look out for the ladies who would be drinking and urged the women to all leave together around midnight. All the girls agreed, Connie opted not to drink as she was still eighteen, by that logic Birdie and Blythe, who were nineteen and twenty respectively, volunteered to stay sober too. 
A smoky haze filled the bar, Birdie couldn’t hear herself think, that's how loud the men were hollering. The group of women took a moment to look around before Lucy took everyone's drink order before linking arms with Blythe and skipping off to the bar. 
Meanwhile, Birdie had spotted Toye and waved over at him. He had secured a table which had a few empty seats, so Bernadette ushered her girls over his way. 
“You look gorgeous, Birdie.” Toye told her, pulling her in for a hug. He noticed the stares her dolled up look was getting and decided he was on guard tonight. 
“Little Bird!” Guarnere slurred, his drunkenness already rearing its head, “You gonna introduce me to these… beautiful ladies?” Bill slung his arm around Bernadette's shoulders, he winked in their general direction, earning scoffs and rolled eyes. Birdie cringed, it was like watching a sibling flirt and embarrass himself, he wasn’t even good at it, but that could be the alcohol.
“Calm down, Syphilis. They ain’t interested.” She twisted his arm off of her and let it drop down.
“Ah, so this is your diseased friend?” Charlotte smirked, turning to Connie who giggled at the Able company woman’s comment. Bill did not look impressed, he glared at Birdie and mouthed a ‘what the fuck?’ her way. She only grinned at the Italian man and began proper introductions. 
The men at this table were some of her closest friends, of course Bill and Toye were the first she announced, followed by the trio who could not be separated; Malarkey, Skip and Alex. Sitting partially behind them was Bull, Johnny and Lipton who gave polite smiles and head nods as Birdie mentioned the men by name. 
Lucy and Blythe joined them with a tray of drinks, the pair handed them to their fellow woman and Birdie briefly repeated the introductions for the two who missed it.
“Aaaand which one has Herpes?” Lucy leered, hoping to pull a reaction from the man in question. It worked, of course, Bill huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Birdie! Stop telling everyone I have diseases!” 
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It truly was a night to remember. 
Even without drinking, Birdie enjoyed having her ladies out and in such a carefree environment. She dragged the women to the dancefloor early on and began teaching them how to line dance, Blythe, Betty and Connie picked it up quickly while Charlotte and Lucy struggled to keep up with the quick steps. Francecsca refused to try and watched from her table, laughing when Charlotte and Lucy returned to her in defeat. Soon the men wanted in on the merriment and took turns begging the women to dance with them and sung their praises afterwards.
Frankie sat in the corner smoking and observing for the majority of the night, Toye had joined her and the two got on surprisingly well, sitting in silence and sharing smokes. That's when George Luz found them and started throwing jokes left and right, trying to impress the moody pair. Rossi saw right through the jokesters mask, she recognised his heart shaped eyes and knew exactly where they were aimed. 
Charlotte drank a surprising amount; Skip, Alex and Don had challenged her to a drinking contest and pretty soon after losing Birdie had to cut off her supply but she had bribed someone to bring her another gin and tonic within seconds of being banned from the bar. The southern woman assigned Betty to watch the highly intoxicated lady until they were prepared to leave.
Lucy and Blythe disappeared to the bathroom together every five minutes, which raised Birdie's eyebrows. How had she missed that? And Connie was being spun around on the dancefloor from partner to partner as she hadn’t the heart to tell the men she’d had enough.
Bernadette looked around at her girls, it was getting late and probably time to saunter home. Charlotte was near passed out and Connie was starting to look tired. She made the executive decision to call it a night, making her way to Frankie to share her revelation. 
Frankie wholeheartedly agreed, feeling like a third wheel as the more Toye had drunk, the more he returned Luz’s looks. It was subtle, not many would notice the shared glances or how each man checked the other out while they thought no one was watching. 
Francesca noticed. The whole night, she saw it all. 
Birdie rounded up the women, bringing them to the table Frankie was stationed at, her job was to keep them there and not let them wander off. 
Lucy and Blythe were in giggle fits about something that probably wasn’t that funny and Betty was trying to keep Charlotte awake but she wasn’t doing great, the Able company woman slumped over on the table top ungracefully. 
Birdie had to physically tear Connie away from the line of men waiting to dance with the blonde, she told the girls she had to run to the bathroom quickly and then they were leaving. No more drinks, no more dancing. Two minutes maximum. And she scurried off to the back of the establishment where a corridor led off to the restrooms. 
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“Just admit you’re interested in her, man.” Tipper shrugged casually at his friend. Joe only scoffed and shook his head, as if the man had suggested something completely absurd. 
“I mean, it’s kinda obvious…” Ed trailed off, he was winding his buddy up and he knew it. The pair had stepped aside from the noise of the crowds in attempts for a reprieve, but the second Edward had brought up the girl from Mississippi, Liebgott stiffened. 
“I think you should tell her-”
“I‘m not interested in her.” Joe cut off Tip’s words, his hands were curled up into fists even though he would never dream of hitting his friend, it was more like a stress relief. 
Joe’s back was to a corridor, while Tipper half faced it as he stood beside his friend. Out of the corner of his eye, Ed saw the shadows in the semi lit corridor move. Joe began speaking again at the same time Ed recognised the shady figure but by then it was too late to tell him to shut his mouth. 
“Bernadette Coldwell is a stuck up princess. My type ain’t arrogant, conceited bitches who don’t know when to shut up.” Liebgott’s voice was venomous, he glared at Ed for a moment before noticing his stance. Tip was uncomfortable, his face was scrunched up as he half cringed, half winced and that’s when Joe noticed his eyes flick to something behind him. Lieb’s face dropped, he didn't want to turn around, somehow he knew what he would see if he looked behind him and it gave him swirls in his chest. 
Not even two seconds later and Joe felt the unmistakable shove of his shoulder, then he was watching Bernadette stomp past him, her tawny brown hair bouncing with every step. He only saw her face for a split second but the look she carried gave him instant regret, the miserable feeling pooled in his stomach and ached in his chest. He hadn’t meant those harsh words, he didn’t actually think she was conceited or arrogant but he said them and she had heard them. 
Joe stepped out after her, following her through the crowd. He called out her name once, then twice but she kept trudging away from him. 
Birdie was relieved when she found familiar faces. She just wanted to leave, she didn’t know how long Liebgott was standing there talking shit about her but the part she had heard was enough to cut the southern girl deep. She was holding it together for now, but she knew the second someone tried to comfort her, the emotional wall would break and she might cry, hence the desperate need to depart. 
“Y’all ready to go?” Birdie plastered a smile onto her face, hoping the girls wouldn’t notice or maybe they would and help her get out of the bar, pronto. Betty and Connie positioned themselves either side of Charlotte and hoisted her up while Lucy and Blythe linked arms, preparing to leave. 
“What happened?” Frankie walked over to Bernadette, catching sight of the dejected look on her friend's face. The Italian jumped into protection mode, no one gets to give Birdie trouble and get away with it, not while she was around. 
“Nothing. Let's go.” She was obviously hiding something and Francesca wouldn’t let it go that easy. If she didn’t tell her now they would talk about it when they got back to their barracks.
“Someone upset you? Tell me the truth, I can tell when you lie.” 
“I’m fine, can we just go, please?” Bernadette’s shoulders sagged, all she needed in this moment was to get out of the suffocating crowd and envelope herself in peace and quiet so she could sulk at whim. 
“Birdie!” Liebgott caught up with her, pushing his way through the throng of people. Francesca noted the way Birdie’s face changed, eyebrows furrowing and lips turning down. The overprotective Italian looked at the man making his way toward them, she recognised him as the guy who dropped Birdie off late one night and made their entire interaction uncomfortable. Frankie had thought maybe the two were friends, but now she knew they weren’t.
“He upset you?” Rossi whispered to the forlorn woman, “You want me to stab him?” From anyone else that comment could be considered a joke, but Frankie was serious. She subtly brought out her hidden weapon, a blade she always kept on her person, she meant business and wanted Birdie to know the lengths she would go for their friendship.
“No, it’s- uh Rossi…?” Bernadette's gaze switched from her friend's face, to her now occupied hand, “What is that?”
“Knife.” Simple. 
“Wha- Why do you have a knife?” She was beginning to panic, was she going to have to break up a fight in a moment? Birdie was not in the mood for this.
“Bar fights.” She offered little explanation other than that. 
“What the- Put it away.” The southerner pleaded, earning a stern look from Rossi. But she listened and returned the knife to its original hiding spot. 
“Birdie, just let me explain-” Joe had gotten close enough to the girl that he could reach out and touch her. His hand held onto her forearm and tugged her ever so slightly closer to him, so they were now face to face, staring at each other. 
“Don’t you think you’ve said enough?” She didn’t want his explanation, not now while her emotions were running high. Bernadette looked into Joe’s eyes and she could feel tears filling her own. She tried her hardest to hold it back, put on a straight face but her bottom lip wobbled and her brows scrunched up. 
Joe watched the emotions run across her features, he couldn’t pull his focus from her eyes. They glistened with watery tears, round and wide, making him forget where they were, surrounded by people. He wanted to comfort her, wipe those tears away, kiss her and make it all better. 
Then he remembered why she was about to cry in the first place, he had done that. He had hurt her with his horrid words so much that she was boarderline sobbing. Now all he could do was leave her to retreat and lick her wound in private. His hand dropped from where he gripped onto her. 
“...yeah…” He had said enough.
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A/N: Ahhh! The angst! Joe why would you say that?!
~ next-autopsy ~
Chapter nineteen
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battfishe · 7 months ago
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kururu418 · 11 months ago
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Any Teen Dusk and Dawn interactions?
Dawn
“You made a very grave error coming here boy…” the vampire said, smiling as he and his brethren surrounded the boy. 
Dawn smirked towards them, and held one hand up. “Nah, the only one who made the mistake is you. You really shouldn’t have come to this town. I know you bloodsuckers have to feed to survive and all that, but chowing on innocent people is a serious no go, and as the future king of Avalon I can’t have that, ya know?” he asked. 
The vampire chuckled. “What an arrogant little brat you are. What exactly makes you think you can stand against us?” he asked. 
Dawn opened his hand. “Simple. You guys rise with the moon…” A bright ball of intensely hot magic suddenly formed above it, and the vampires hissed and shielded their eyes. “I rise with the sun…”
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“You understand right uncle Astro? I mean You were the right ruler for Mewni, and I’m the right ruler for Avalon,” Dawn said, laying on his back as he looked down at his uncle. “I know Rain is your favorite and junk, but c’mon.” 
Astro crossed his arms as he looked up at his nephew. “You don’t want the throne Dawn…” he said, narrowing his eyes. 
Dawn sat up. “What? Of course I do! I mean I-” 
Astro cut him off. “A throne isn’t a seat, it’s a weight. I don’t want you or any fo your siblings to ever have to carry it. Just… enjoy being young,” he said, turning and walking off. 
Dawn stared after him, confused. “Man, he can be so dramatic sometimes…” 
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“So, who’s the alpha twin between the two of you?” the young goddess asked. 
The Twilight Twins shared a look. “I’m stronger,” Dawn pointed out. 
“I’m smarter,” Dusk countered. 
“Yeah… well, I’m better looking,” Dawn said, smirking. Dusk smirked back, and the two shared a chuckle. 
Dusk   
“You arrogant gods think you can just tower over everyone else,” the titan snarled, glaring as he held his injured arm. “What gives you the right to-” 
Dusk sighed, cutting him off. “Stop yapping at me already. I don’t care if you’re a titan, god, mortal, or anything else. I mean I’m the second least ‘godly’ in my family, so if you’re accusing someone of having a complex go find Dawn or Rain” he said, eyes glowing slightly.  “The only reason you’re about to bite the dust right now if because you bared your fangs at what’s important to me…” 
Dusk could let a lot of things slide, but attempts on his family? Never. He could wipe out every single threat that set foot on this island, and he’d make sure his brothers and sister were none the wiser. 
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“You let your hair grow out too long again,” Calliste said, reaching up and brushing a finger over his bangs. “You said you’d be more mindful of that.” 
Dusk sat in silence for a moment, and then looked away from the young goddess. “I’ve been busy…” It wasn’t a lie. He’d been running around doing so many tasks lately that it had slipped his mind. Not that she would cut him any slack for it. 
“Turn around,” she said, summoning a small blade of water. “I’ll cut it.” 
Dusk didn’t argue, and turned his back towards her as she moved behind him and began snipping his hair. He untensed and allowed himself to relax. He only ever seemed to be able to do so with her. “Thanks…” 
“If you want to thank me, look after yourself. You can’t look after your siblings if you don’t take care of yourself first.”    
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“C’mon, let me tag along!” DJ said, chasing after his brother. 
“No, go home DJ,” Dusk said, sounding exhausted. 
“But Dawn is coming with you right? I can be back up! I can-” 
Dusk turned around towards him and glared. “Go. Home.” 
DJ flinched, and then scowled. “Fine…” He turned and walked off, an obviously bitter expression on his face. 
Dusk watched him go, and then sighed. He felt bad about shooing him away. He knew he just wanted to help and be useful. But he couldn’t bring himself to let him tag along on this one. Not with that he was doing. 
He was too young to have blood on his hands…
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pixeldoodles · 10 months ago
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Hi :D
(Last Update; Nov/11/2024)
Hi, I’m PixelDoodles, but you can just call me Pixel.
I use she/her pronouns.
Strawpage lol
I’m in a lot of fandoms, but my main hyperfixations at the moment are the OSC (Object Show Community) and Gravity Falls (and also I’ve been getting into vocaloid lately).
I usually just reblog things or say whatever pops into my head, but I also like to draw and will occasionally post fanart!
I stand with Palestine 🇵🇸
DNI: the basic dni list, such as but not limited to proshippers, zionists, terfs, pedos, those who prejudice against others. Also people who make me uncomfortable. I tend to block at random or at immediate contact, so beware.
Please interact: People in my fandoms, people who like the same characters I do, and Mutuals.
Please do not any me for donations. I truly want to help as much as I can, but I am unable to donate, as I do not have any money. Please do not take this personal.
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I’m a bit quiet compared to other people, so if we’re mutuals and we don’t interact, don’t take it personal; I just suck at human interaction :(
I don’t mind inbox stuff tho. However if we’re not mutuals then stay away from the DMs.
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#vague posting: There is no way to tell what I am yapping about. This is usually paired with self destruct posts.
To get a better grasp of my personality, my kin list includes:
Remote (BFDI)
Clock (BFDI)
ENA (ENA)
Four (BFDI)
X (BFDI)
Bive (Regretevator)
Napstablook (Undertale)
Teardrop (BFDI)
Ice Cube (BFDI)
There are a lot more characters but I don’t feel like adding them so here are the main ones. Yeah, there’s a lot of BFDI. This show has taken over my life.
BFDI fascinates me. I am very hooked on the lore. Also, as you can see on my banner, I also really like the EXIT and the EXITors. I know the story ended, idc I love them.
Music taste jumpscare. This isn’t important I just wanted to share it.
I am neurodivergent (ADHD) and lgbtq+ (idk lol). And a minor so nothing weird.
I hope you have a nice day :]
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jokertrap-ran · 2 months ago
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[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra Osakabe Seiji Cast Story Chapter 8 Translation
*Starlight Orchestra Masterlist | Osakabe Seiji’s Personal Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Osakabe’s Route Tag will be #Seiji’s Star *T/N: I... I still can't believe they animated that (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)⸜
To Yasu’s joy, peace has returned to Mito now that Osakabe’s grandfather has recovered
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Thug 2: …Hey, bro. That’s her. She’s the girl who was with Osakabe Seiji the other day.
Thug 1: Her? She’s just a kid!
Thug 1: Hey, missy. Nice weather today, innit?
Thug 2: Why don’t you come with us and we can have a nice little chat together?
Seiji: What’s going on here?
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Seiji: I’d only just turned my eyes away from you for a while, and you’ve already gone and gotten yourself cornered?
Seiji: Please tell me you weren’t trying to conciliate them.
▷Choice: They were the ones who approached me
Seiji: Good. I’d worry otherwise.
▷Choice: Yasu did say that things were now peaceful around here…
Seiji: You should be more wary. Don’t let your guard down around here. After all, you’re someone under Mito’s spotlight right now.
▷Choice: If we can see eye-to-eye, surely…
Seiji: Dear me. Perhaps you should take this chance to think about things in a more rational manner. Do you really think these people have any intention of talking it out?
Thug 1: Ha! You seem pretty at ease yourself, Young Master of the Kiryu Clan.
Thug 2: You’ve gotten involved with a girl and grown all soft, haven’t ya!
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Seiji: …You sure do yap a lot for small fry… but I do suppose I can entertain you since I’m already here.
Seiji: Come here, (Y/n).
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Seiji: C’mere.
Seiji: …
Seiji: Mn…
Thugs: Wha-
Seiji: Heh.
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Thug 1: W-Wha… What…
Thug 2: …W-W-Wha…
Seiji: …Apologies. Was that little display too much for you guys?
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Seiji: As you can see for yourself, this one’s mine. And she’s the most important person in the world to me.
Seiji: It is a principle of mine to not go around picking small fights. However…
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Seiji: It’s a different story once you lay a hand on what’s mine.
Seiji: Feel free to come back again if you’re not afraid of making enemies of the Kiryu Clan.
Thug 2: Yikes…
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Seiji: The Kiryu Clan is notorious for their lack of restraint, and I will gladly oblige you if you so insist.
Thug 2: I-I told you, bro! The Kiryu Clan is not someone you wanna mess with!
Thug 1: Damnit~! C’mon, we’re outta here! We’ll remember this!
Seiji: Looks like they were indeed small fry through and through. They really do live up to the stereotype.
Seiji: In any case, I’m sure they approached you because of me. I do apologize for getting you involved with these matters, but I’m glad you played along earlier.
▷Choice: Y-You were about to kiss…
Seiji: Would it be better if I’d done it for real? If so, then I do apologize. Seiji: I suppose it didn’t satisfy you, did it? After all, I placed my finger against your lips so they never made contact.
▷Choice: T-Thanks for the help as well…
Seiji: Heh, you’re still pretty shaken, it seems. Were you that nervous? Seiji: I placed my finger between us, so it’s not like our lips touched or anything. Seiji: Perhaps I should opt for a more reasonable alternative next time. I’d hate to make you uncomfortable.
That was…
▷Choice: I don’t hate it
Seiji: …Are you seriously saying that? Seiji: Do you even understand the weight of those words? You’re instigating something you don’t know of, (L/n)-san.
▷Choice: It was embarrassing
Seiji: …How adorable. If only you had shown a more displeased expression, then perhaps I could have written this off as a mere joke. Seiji: But now, you’re making me want to take this seriously…
▷Choice: I don’t mind if you do it directly next time…
Seiji: Oh? Now that’s a bold claim. However… Seiji: Are you sure about this? I mean it.
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Seiji: I’ll be sure to do that the next time another situation like this comes around.
Seiji: If this is truly what you want, then I see no reason to hold back.
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good morning, evening or afternoon my loveliness!! how’s your day been? have you eaten? MAKE SURE U EAT !! today i just had pasta in the morning like i literally JUST got off work and i was like okay okay time to reply to my dearest ness(ill probably have pasta again)(like ill be eating in between writing this LOL) but OH MY GOD MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I SAW HOW LONG MY LAST ASK WAS LIKE IM LITERALLY I YAPPED SO MUCH IM SO SO SORRY LOL i was like i genuinely went😧(AND THATS EVEN IN THE SMALL FONT!!)(deepest apologies to anyone who had to scroll pass that)
OFC I NOTICE THINGS ABOUT U !! i think it’s like a like my mind mentally notes the things you say and i kind of catch onto your mannerisms?(IS THAT WEIRD??)(like in a GOOD WAY ofc) and i just kind of recognize the way you write !! like i feel like if the roles were reversed i would 100% be able to tell who you are by the way you write(IN A GOOD WAY ALWAYS IN A GOOD WAY)(all love for my one and only always always) also yeah! i don’t live in the states but i think our timezones are the same or like one hour apart so I TOTALLY GET IT the assumption is valid! DONT APOLOGIZE AT ALL i would’ve done the exact same thing or honestly if someone said “i have the same time zone as you” i would probably be like omg stop they’re my neighbour LMAOO
THE RESTAURANT CHAOS SEEMS SO REAL like i’ve never worked in a restaurant so i can’t really imagine the environment but hearing the experience from you and my friend who works at olive garden i’m like… maybe i SHOULDNT complain about my retail job LOL LIKE IT SEEMS SO CHAOTIC? but that’s so true!!(sorry you probably have no idea what i’m talking about) LIKE I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN MAKING SURE THE CUSTOMER IS OKAY like ill be running around the store holding like pounds of clothing and ill have a customer come up to me like “erm do you have this in the back?” LIKE MA’AM RESPECTFULLY NO IM SORRY CAN YOU TALK TO ME WHEN IM NOT BUSY but i CANT say that so i just end up saying “im sorry whatever we have out here is all we have :)” then i scurry away like IM JUST A GIRL?? also also idk if this is a common thing too but lets talk about some of the WEIRDOS at work right so i know im 18 now but when i was a minor i had some weird interactions with MEN(let me just give you a little description of mango anon right so im like 5’1 and i have a baby face like “going into places saying i’m 13 for it to be cheaper” type of baby face)(but this is when i was like 16 i don’t think that trick will work anymore LOL) but tell me why i had GROWN MEN come up to me USING MY NAME(curse name tags) be weird? like i had this one guy literally tell ME(I WAS 16 OR 17 DURING THIS) “you’d make a good housewife!” when i was folding his clothes and at first i was like yo okay that’s a bit weird but then he was like “how old do you have to be to work here?” THEN i was like okay okay that’s personal information! so i was just like “oh haha idk” like awkwardly and he’s like “so do you have to be over 18 to work here” and i was like SIR okay your total is $18.67 how would you like to pay today! anyways it was weird, my other coworkers also had a lot of weird interactions so like one of my coworkers who was older than me just told me to not wear my name tag like our managers won’t make a huge deal out of it and whatever so yeah that was that, lesson of the day! don’t be a weirdo!
also i swear run and props is like favourite for tech theatre WHICH I GET like when i was in high school a lot of people liked being in run and prop because idk they like the big role or something?? i think also costumes and makeup was also pretty popular but like i remember one time the director flipped a switch on us because like the makeup crew was actually people from our cosmetology class and they would like fool around A LOT like they did the makeup but they would be like yapping a lot so one day my director was like IF UR NOT GONNA DO UR JOB THEN WE’LL HAVE SOMEONE ELSE DO IT !! and then everyone was like oohh okayyy(we got yelled at A LOT tbh for little silly things)(tech theatre ptsd ill tell u) and omg the kid who wanted your light job like CALM DOWN(i am now too spiteful against them)(i will hire the etsy witch to curse them for you) like i swear i’ve met some of the worse people in tech and its CRAZY like the ratio of normal people to absolute arrogant weirdos is CRAZY(ill be generous and say 1:3)and literally yeah like i didn’t want to continue with tech because of the toxic environment like i literally CAN NOT, i know people in uni would be a little more mature and like take tech more seriously but i STILL CANT LIKE there will always be that one person that will ruin it for everyone so i had to blow out the torch and unfortunately say goodbye to theatre </3 UNLESS ONE DAY IN THE FUTURE I HEAR YOU DROP THAT YOURE GONNA BE WORKING AT A THEATRE i’ll literally buy my plane tickets and sign up to be sounds and go be with you like YOU WILL MAKE IT BEARABLE and we’ll literally be the ultimate lights and sound duo like no one can compete idc if the other person has more years of experience than me I WILL STILL SQUEEZE MYSELF IN !! ALSO OMG IN MY THEATRE DAYS (in my good old days) literally most of the people who did take it serious were WOMEN like we are tech mothers!! we are women in STEM!! the majority of people who got on my nerves were men(i apologize to any men reading this)(but unfortunately it is the truth for me </3) ALSO PLS ITS SO FUNNY HOW YOU HAVE AN ICK FOR EVERY GUY YOU USED TO LIKE (i 100% get it) i love hearing about it too LOL ALSO THAT DYNAMIC OF STAGE MANAGER READER AND LIGHTS HEAD SUNA?? i can literally imagine suna being so silly and teasing while the reader has to take it seriously since yk.. it’s her job LIKE ITS LITERALLY LIKE MANAGER READER X SUNA BUT THEATRE-IZED (if that makes sense) also PLS DONT WORRY!! u have so much stuff lined up like take your time and don’t worry! at the end of the day everyone should be thankful that you’re even here sharing your amazing talents with everyone <33
also oh. my. god. if i heard someone say “ITS UP TO ME TO SAVE THE SHOW” i think i would die on spot like id stare at them in genuine disbelief and be like.. alright… alright everyone pack it up our HERO is here to save us like ?? omg and i literally had the same experience right so we were doing the shirley holmes play right and our lead just would not SPEAK UP LIKE ill admit. their acting was pretty good and stage presence was good but WHY CANT YOU SPEAK UP??? like literally so many times i had to like try to read her lips because i literally could not like it was so frustrating, and i couldn’t even be mad at her because she was good EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT SHE COULDNT PROJECT and yk why yk why she was like “im saving my voice for show night” like… excuse me… EXCUSE ME?? (anyways i have a lot of old rage from tech)(this is why i quit!!!)
ONLINE GROUPS ARE SO FUNNY LIKE I SWEAR ITS THE SAME LINEUP LIKE the oldest which formed the group, we have the middle area then the random minors who are like 10 years younger than everyone LOL but socks if you read this im so sorry </333 idk if i liked you back i was like 15 at the time but i promise you i wasn’t ghosting you </333 i was just trying to see what you said I DIDN’T MEAN IT !! ALSO DONT WORRY ABT UR TANGENTS BCUZ ME TOO i literally ramble and yap so much sometimes im ASTONISHED LMAOO
ALSO IM GONNA GO BACK MEMORY LANE FOR A SECOND BCUZ THAT ANON THAT ASKED YOU ABT THE ORIGINAL LOVENOTES STORY AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME so i remember the first ever ask i sent in was when you were first making love notes like the intros were out already and everything and you were talking about how like having suga in the storyline was kinda messing you up a little bit and you were saying how you were second guessing yourself on it so i sent in a little anon ask(I CANT REMEMBER PROPERLY BUT) saying basically “hey !! you can still change the storyline because it is ur story !! just write what you’re comfortable with” SOMETHING LIKE THAT and u were literally so sweet and then that’s when you changed it and i was like omg ness is literally so sweet what then a few days later i sent in just a small like “hi ness how are you ! did you eat yet?” (i think those were my exact words i actually don’t remember) AND YOU WERE LITERALLY SO SWEET?? LIKE I ALMOST CRIED BCUZ LIKE you were like “tell me what you ate and how you are!” and i thought it was literally the sweetest thing ever so i made it my life obligation and role to make sure you were always taking care of yourself from now on like even if im busy i will always send a little “make sure to eat!! take care of urself!!” (i’ll literally be ur guardian angel from now on) i also think you put it in ur favourites and i literally MY HEART MELTED I WAS LIKE HHHHHH BUT YEAH anyways that’s the origins of mango anon LOL but anyways omg i yapped so much this took an hour to write (IM NOT COMPLAINING I JUST THINK ITS FUNNY)(but to be fair i ate between writing these) it’s so funny bcuz an hour passes by but i don’t feel like it’s an hour like i swear i black out and i just type type type and im like omg im done!!
ANYWAYS i hope you’ve had a good day today and that you’ve eaten well!! U DESERVE NOTHING BUT THE BEST make sure to take care of urself I APPRECIATE AND LOVE YOU VERY MUCH SO MAKE SURE YOU TAKE CARE OF URSELF!! always and always <333 xoxoxo
MY LOVELY MANGO ANON I MISSED U SM <3 HELLO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON HELLO CAN U TELL I MISSED U (like it wasn't my own fault i haven't been able to open my inbox until just not BUT NONETHELESS I MISSED YOU </33 LIKE I WAS WORKING AND I WAS LIKE "i haven't seen anything from mango anon yet </3" BUT THAT'S NO PRESSURE ON YOU!! IK YOU WERE BUSY AND ALSO HAD THAT 9-5:30 SO I TOTALLY GET IT OKAY NOW I'M GOING TO GO BACK AND READ YOUR ASK!!!)
I HOPE YOU ATE AS WELL!! dw i've once again been eating my depression meal staple BUT TODAY my toast had almond butter on it bc i'm just really obsessed with almond butter <3 SO I THINK I ATE GOOD TODAY!! AND I HOPE YOUR PASTA WAS GOOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON AAA I MISSED U 😭 AND IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN A DAY OR ANYTHING SINCE WE TALKED BUT I JUST MISSED U PLEASE DON'T WORRY ABOUT LONG ASKS AT ALL!!! PEOPLE CAN DEAL WITH IT AND SCROLL PAST YOU ARE MY ONLY PRIORITY <3
and i totally get what you mean!! i catch onto a lot of people's mannerisms/habits as well and always remember like super small details they'll tell me about but i feel like i've never met anyone else who does that 😭 YOU AND ME BEING TWIN FLAMES AGAIN MANGO ANON I'M IN LOVE WITH U <3
AND PLEASE AS SOMEONE WHOSE WORKING IN THE RETAIL AND FOOD INDUSTRIES RN </3 THEY BOTH HAVE THEIR OWN PROBLEMS like yes men are weird 😔 i can't tell if i appreciate the fact that like 50% of the sushi chefs i work with have/have had a crush on me and the way they all stare 😭 or find it uncomfortable BC LIKE on one hand they are very nice!! and it hypes me up!! like most of them are just "aw you look like ur mother <3" since i work at that job with my mom (unfortunately) but then the one's who like me are like "do u want me to cut watermelon for u 👴" LIKE NO BRO GET AWAY 😭😭 AND LIKE FRFR THE TERRIFYING INTERACTIONS I HAVE WITH OLD MEN ESPECIALLY WHEN I WAS A MINOR???? THAT WAS NOT GOOD AND THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED READING YOU TALK ABOUT THE MAN THAT SAID YOU'D MAKE A GOOD HOUSEWIFE LIKE??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? LITERALLY WHO SAYS THAT TO ANYONE AND EVEN MORE TO LIKE SOMEONE YOUNG WORKING A RETAIL JOB AND LIKE 50K MORE REASONS WHAT IN THE WORLD 🤮🤮🤮 it is literally horrible that like you have to not wear a nametag just to prevent those interactions 😭 but at the same time nametags suck!! and i never wear mine bc i just don't care LMAO
TECH THEATRE PTSD </33 IMO I ALWAYS THOUGHT RUN/PROPS WAS SUPER POPULAR JUST BC IT SEEMED LIKE THE EASIEST THING TO START IN IF THAT MAKES SENSE?? LIKE LIGHTS/SOUND ALWAYS SOUNDS INTIMIDATING AND FOR MY SCHOOL (going to stop talking in caps bc idk why i'm screaming all the time like for what?? calm down ness it's ok) we had like a SINGLE person on makeup (and so our tech director would do specials) and like just a few people for costumes. sound was usually like two people, lights was a bit bigger (unfortunately)(i HATE working with people)(except if i worked with u <3 i would be jumping for joy and my life would be sunshine and rainbows <3), but run and props was always the biggest. like i started there bc it seemed the least scary!! so i think that's a lot of other people's thought process too 😭 WE ALSO GOT YELLED AT A LOT FOR STUPID THINGS or i mean idk if it was stupid we kind of deserved it bc like theatre kids yap SO much but like my director during tech week would always be like "we must preach patience and kindness guys!! everyone is stressed during this week so please be patient with each other ❤" and then HE'D be the one to blow up like my freshman year when i got thrown into ASMing for our spring play backstage like someone on my side was talking and my director like LOST IT and came into the wing from behind me and started yelling at us and literally gave me a panic attack 😭😭 like i had to leave bc i could NOT breathe and luckily someone found me bc i was fully about to pass out LMAOAOAO AND THEN my junior year is when i started lights and so u probably get this but like yk lights and sound is always in a booth (which i think are always behind all the seats, right? or at least that's how it's been for every theatre i've gone to) and so our director lost it again bc someone was talking i think but since i'm in the booth we watch this middle aged bald man get up and go behind stage and we're all like "oh no."
like that rehearsal full on stopped everyone started hiding LMAO OUR PEOPLE WITH HEADSETS BACKSTAGE PUT DOWN THEIR MICS SO WE COULD HEAR WHO HE WAS YELLING AT but everyone in the booth went on lockdown like our spot op ran up to hide in the booth and then we locked the door and i hid on a speaker bc i was NOT getting yelled at again but then we resumed rehearsal and our director never came up so my stage manager next to me and me were like "oh thank goodness he didn't come yell at us" AND THEN HE POPPOED UP RIGHT OUTSIDE OUR BOOTH WINDOW AND I SCREAMED 😭😭😭 AND HE CAME IN AND THEN JUST WENT
"okay how's it going? what do you need from me?" i need you to LEAVE SIR MY SOUL JUST LEFT MY BODY
ANYWAY THE 1:3 RATIO IS SO GENEROUS LMAOOO there is so much toxicity there 😭😭 so i totally get it. when the theatre world comes crashing down u and i will make our comeback mango anon!! we'll go in as a fire lights and sound duo together and beat all the professionals despite only having high school experience LMAO
I ALSO HAVE A LOT OF OLD RAGE FROM TECH THAT'S WHY I'M STILL MAD AT THE KID WHO TRIED TO STEAL MY JOB 😭 i will never get over the "it's up to me" quote like literally i remember that and the RAGE THAT FILLS MY VEINS OMG anyway 🌸 "i'm saving my voice for show night" HELLO??? I BET SHE DIDN'T EVEN SPEAK UP DURING THE ACTUAL PERFORMANCES OR NOT THAT MUCH LOUDER AND LITERALLY LIKE IF UR VOICE IS THAT SENSITIVE GET OUT OR FIX IT OR SOMETHING IDK BUT LIKE U CANNOT DO THAT (i am with u completely on the still having old pent up rage as u can see)
ONLINE GROUPS ARE DEF FUNNY AND THE RANDOM MINORS BEING 10 YEARS YOUNGER THAN EVERYONE ELSE IS SO REAL 😭😭 pov 2020 when i was on a shifting discord server.....and there were people of all ages....what a time that was....i don't want to think about it anymore....
AND AAAA MEMORY LANE <333 I REMEMBER EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE ASKS BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE SWEETEST!!! like i could not tell you how much it meant to me to have someone checking in to make sure i ate bc that's just something super like ??????? sweet to me <3 like i felt so loved reading your asks AND I STILL DO!!!! TIME FLIES WHEN UR HAVING FUN!! (barf. never saying that agian. way too cliche. BUT YKWIM) I LOVE LOVE LOVE THESE LONG YAP SESSIONS!! THEY ARE MY FAVORITE THING EVER <3 I'M SO GLAD YOU DECIDED TO START SENDING IN MORE ASKS BC YOU HAVE LITERALLY CHANGED MY LIFE AND MADE ME SO HAPPY MANGO ANON I'M SO THANKFUL FOR YOU AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IF YOU COULDN'T TELL <333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 (that's a lot of threes but i just spam threes as a way to get out pent up love/energy. it's like my way of stimming through the screen LMAO)
I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD DAY!!! TODAY HAS BEEN AMAZING NOW THAT I'VE HEARD FROM YOU MANGO ANON MY LOVE MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER MY SOULMATE LOVE OF MY LIFE <33333333 you deserve the entire universe and more!!! you deserve a sky full of shooting stars and thousands of wishes and for all of them to come true <3 i love you sm mango anon!! please make sure to take care of yourself too or i'll simply have to book a ticket and fly to you and take care of you bc i'll gladly be ur housewife <3 🥰 IT WAS SO GOOD TO HEAR FROM U!! AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY TOMORROW AS WELL <3333
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forabeatofadrum · 2 years ago
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Guys, it is El WooWoo Wednesday and all the others. We know the drill by now. But you know what is big news? It’s February, aka Figuary! Thank you @artsyunderstudy​ for the tag on this fine Figuary day.
(Gonna plug my figure drawing Snowbaz AU The Naked Truth real quick!)
Yesterday I didn’t write anything new to make a fire out of this flame, but instead I spent an hour formatting it. The good thing about textfics is that I do not care for typos etc., but the bad part is the formatting. I should’ve taken the Little Numbers approach, but I also love the occasionally silly usernames.
I am actually a bit stuck on the ending, though. Like... I am so close to finishing it, I can practically taste it, if it were able to taste fics (this would be a fun ask game, as in, what would your fic taste like?)
Have some pining Baz:
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I have some general writing thoughts under the tags and cut, so feel free to skip them, but first the weather, and by weather I mean the tags. I started Welcome to Night Vale yesterday after all the #cecilsweep hype, but I actually used this bad joke before.
ANYWAY. Tags! @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen​ @cutestkilla ​ @nausikaaa​/@wellbelesbian​​ @facewithoutheart @boyinjeans​ @captain-aralias​ @martsonmars​
Basically I am thinking about how I want to approach writing this year. I like writing. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here yapping about writing, but I have talked plenty about what I have dubbed “my girlboss situation”, which is that I took on so many things last year that I was “girlbossing too close to the sun”, which I need to credit Christina’s fic Thirst Trapped for, which in turn has to credit TikTok. So I am already not doing potenial challenges like the Klaine CC Valentine’s challenge and the Carry On Big Bang, and I am very on the fence about the Klaine Roulette because I want to join but also... no... girlboss situation. But I do want to do something.
I know I have many WIPs and that I also want to finish them, but there is just so much to write and honestly, I don’t mind if it takes a while. That’s why I came up with the whole hospital thing.
So I guess I am doing smaller new things now? I knew I was fucked when I claimed not one, but two prompts at the AU Please! fest, but come on, one was “Dex has the superpower to turn into a lobster”. I might actually drop that one, because I have no idea what to write for it, so ideas are welcome. And the other is a prompt where Jack travels in time and meets his past/future self, and I picked that one in the hope to get me back into my own Zimbits time travel fic. Apart from AU Please! I will do some small things for that new Radio Silence challenge, because if there’s one thing that will break my restraint, it’s a small fandom. If someone takes the effort to make the possibly first challenge for a fandom, then I am 🥹. But I hope that all of these fics will be around 1k. There was, for example, another prompt in AU Please! that I absolutely love, but the story that I saw unraveling in my mind was a big one so *wink wink nudge nudge* if you are a Zimbits writer, please claim the role reversal one so that I can read it.
I don’t really have a point here. I said above the cut that it’s just some musings. It’s on my mind because my 3rd university semester happened and I had an existential crisis at 1:30AM, as you do, about my potential OFFLINE girlboss situation (2 commissions at my queer organisation, master thesis, Chinese classes, art organisation, sidejob, intensive university course... ya... I may have girlbossed too close to the sun here) and I had a moment of “what do I do with my limited free time I do not have time to write if I also want to read and paint and draw and game.”
Look, I know I just wrote a WIP for my SJAEU about how terrible it actually is for Luke to be awake 24/7, but also, he does have more time than I do!
But yeah. Just some musings from a 24 year old having a potential quarter to life crisis. Also, I only recently found out I’ve been misspelling potential for over a decade. I wrote potentional. No idea where the extra o and n came from.
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pockets-full-of-roses · 9 months ago
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[divider credit bc they’re amazing]
also, credit to all pictures used! they’re very lovely
#masterlist for all characters/microfics
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hello lovelies! i’m a bit new to tumblr so i do apologize for any inconveniences.
you can call me ‘roses’ or ‘rose,’ i don’t really mind.
i made this blog to share my small writings and find mutuals in certain fandoms i write for. i’ll start following back as soon as i can (might see it from my main blog’s acc @betterblegulusrack)!
tags are okay, i love being included in things like that!
my pronouns are (she/they), don’t worry about which one to use. i have no preference at all!
at this time, my dm’s and requests are open! i do have some requirements/rules which i’ll yap about below!
i have some tags that cover everything that isn’t a imagine/oneshot, just in case you don’t want to see those.
#roses reblogs (my reblogs) #roses poll (whenever i do polls) #roses updates on writing (just some updates on posts)
yeah, that pretty much it as an introduction! if you have any more questions you can send asks!!
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Request Rules!
Currently, I am not comfortable with smut or sexual themes. Please do not request any of those!
I will only do the following fandoms (since those are the ones I know the best): Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era and Marauders Era) and the Percy Jackson Universe. [see master list for certain characters]
Try to be as specific as you can! If you don’t have a complete idea, it’s alright! Just let me know and I’ll try to add on to it.
Don’t feel embarrassed to ask! Chances are I’ll absolutely love it.
I lean toward fluff and comfort things, but I am completely okay with angst (I love writing it too!)
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If you have any other questions, feel free to ask! (this sounds so formal lol)
all writing by pockets full of roses. please do not repost without permission. likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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pontevoix · 9 months ago
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EVERYONE    KNOWS    ME    NOW    ?          a    man    is    but an    empty shell.               i.               private    & selective    multimuse     featuring     animanga muses from     SHINGEKI     NO     KYOJIN,     HAIKYUU,     JUJUTSU     KAISEN,     &     more.               ii.              written     by     hale,     21+,     she/hers.          iii.               𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴.    𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴.   𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.          iv.           rules    &    roster    below.    𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒    𝐈𝐒    𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐗.   
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FORMAT  -  i  typically  use  small  font  &  iconless,  but  i'm  deeply  thinking  about  abandoning  small  text.  granted,  tumblr  makes  no  sense  so  .  .  .  things  change.  that  being  said,  i  typically  just  try  to  keep  my  threads  tidy  for  my  own  sake  of  mind.  please  cut  threads.  all  fine  by  me!  accessibility  is  my  top  priority,  so  if  there's  anything  that  you  need  -  please  let  me  know. 
WRITING  -  in  theory,  i  prefer  paras.  i’ve  been  working  over  the  past  few  years  on  cutting  down  my  writing  &  making  it  more  concise,  so  please  forgive  me  if  i  don’t  match  length.  that  being  said  --  please  don’t  feel  obligated  to  match  length  yourself.  it’s  going  to  take  me  a  while  to  get  a  reply  out  in  general,  but  that’s  just  a  head’s  up!  to  be  honest,  i  largely  anticipate  that  most  of  my  written  content  will  be  styled  as  drabbles  or  headcanons.
SHIPS-  generally  speaking  (  unless  it’s  canonically  based  )  .  .  .  i  don’t  really  like  to  begin  threads  with  established  relationships.  if  we  talk  about  it  ahead  of  time,  of  course  then  --  it’s  fair  game!  beyond  that,  i’m  pretty  flexible  when  it  comes  to  ships  -  so  long  as  it’s  chemistry-based.  this  honestly  shouldn't  have  to  be  said,  but  if  you  support  a  ship  where  characters  meet  when  one  is  a  minor  &  the  other  is  an  adult  ?  please  soft  block  me.  furthermore, 
NSFW  -  nsfw  content  on  this  blog  will  be  scarce,  if  present  at  all.  although  i  am  much  older  than  eighteen,  i  do  not  want  to  write  or  post  smut  on  my  blog.  nsfw  mentions  may  pop  up,  in  which  case  i’ll  tag  it  as  cw  nsft.  if  it  is  appropriate,  then  it  may  come  up  in  discord  -  i’m  okay  with  that  so  long  as  all  parties  do  so  respectfully  &  are  of  age.  also,  i  do  not  support  aging  up  characters  for  nsfw  material. 
MAINS/EXCLUSIVES  -  i'm  currently  affiliated  with  @mindsafe,  @herkn1fe  /  @deiikara,  @chaoslulled, & @w4rche1f.  some  ship  priority  goes  to  these  fabulous  people  because  we  talk  like we can't stop yapping,  but  honestly  ?  i  don't  mind  following  duplicates  for  the  sake  of  community  even  when our  own  writing  is  impacted.  truthfully,  i  struggle  to  articulate  myself  here.  apologies  !
TRIGGERS  -  while  i  don’t  have  any  specific  triggers,  i  do  thoroughly  appreciate  content  warnings  on  especially  violent  content  (  i.e.  assault,  abuse,  drug  abuse  ).  likewise,  i  will  tag  material  that  i  think  of  as  sensitive  –  usually  as  cw  ___.  if  there  is  something  that  you  specifically  would  like  tagged,  please  let  me  know.  i  am  happy  to  accommodate  you!  also,  don’t  perpetuate  gross  things  like  underage  stuff,  transphobia,  homophobia,  &  racism.
REBLOG  KARMA  -  i  don’t  necessarily  believe  in  reblog  karma,  but  i  will  usually  try  to  reblog  memes  from  the  source  rather  than  the  blog.  i  am  a  big  fan  of  sending  in  memes,  anyway  so  it  all  works  out.  that  being  said  -  feel  free  to  reblog  stuff  from  me!
STARTERS  &  MEMES  -  generally  speaking,  all  prompts  &  opens  are  for  mutuals  only.  you  are  welcome  to  send  in  requests  for  more  than  one,  of  course!  i’m  open  to  it  all.
THE  WRITER  -  okay!  i’m  hale  (  formerly  georgie  ).  i’m  twenty-seven,  &  i’m  psychology  graduate  student.  i'm  currently  doing  research  in  gambling  addiction.  i  have  a  tendency  to  dissociate  from  my  messages,  apologies!i  move  at  snail’s  pace,  but  even  if  i  don’t  show  activity  on  this  blog  for  literal  centuries  .  .  .  i  am  still  here!  plotting  to  return!  also  please  feel  free  to  reach  out  &  say  hi  whenever  -  i’m  happy  to  chat  out  of  character!  though  i’m  also  terribly  slow  (it  may  take  me  weeks)  with  dms,  so  don’t  be  discouraged!
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haikyuu    tsukishima    kei,    tanaka    ryuunosuke,    lev    haiba,    ukai    keishin,    shirabu    kenjirō,    ushijima    wakatoshi,    yahaba    shigeru,    koushi    sugawara,    kageyama    tobio,    tendou    satori    
my    hero    academia    bakugo    mitsuki    
fullmetal    alchemist    edward    elric,    alphonse    elric    
attack    on    titan    erwin    smith,    mike    zacharias,    marlo    freudenberg,  tom  ksaver,  farlan  church,  connie  springer,  jean  kirstein  (private),  armin  arlert,  uri reiss, who  knows    
blue    lock    itoshi    rin,    mikage    reo    
jujutsu    kaisen    shoko    ieiri,    todo    aoi,    gojo    satoru,    nobara    kugisaki,    yu    haibara    
tokyo    ghoul    takizawa    seidou,    hanbee    abara
hunter x hunter leorio paladiknight, hisoka (private)
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muertocountyprincess · 7 months ago
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Been in my head a lot lately.
I honestly don’t really know what’s going on. So many memories (mostly the bad and traumatic ones), have been reaching from the depths of my mind and coming back to haunt me.
And I hate it. So much.
I feel like my depression and mental health in general has been like a teeter-totter, constantly back and forth, battling between the good and the bad this entire year so far.
A lot of stress with personal affairs, figuring out life & career related stuff, internet drama, it’s all just too much.
I feel too much.
I’ve enjoyed being this sort of small “Internet personality” and connecting with others in the space, but god do I hate being made to feel like everything I post is up for some sort of debate, simply just for becoming relatively popular on tcm twt. Just let me yap in peace!
And I hate that every little thing affects me. For so long, probably at least the past decade or more, I’ve tried to wear this hard shell as armor from the outside world, trying to not let words of strangers affect me. But for some reason, I feel like I’m in middle school again, speechless from the relentless bullies, too fearful to use my voice.
For a long while, I’ve become the type to stand up for myself and what I believe in, but lately the ignorance of keyboard warriors has made me want to stay silent - the polar opposite of who I really am. If I say anything, I get attacked. And I’m tired of it. If I don’t speak on it, it just continues to bother me.
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
And I don’t want to keep going on about things, it’s just hard when something’s like an itchy tag on a shirt that keeps rubbing the wrong way - hard to ignore and act like everything’s okay when it isn’t.
Idk, just feeling a lot of mixed feelings and trying to process and work through them.
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