#he's cocky but he genuinely cheers red on and wants him to improve

[cassioppenny]

kinda crazy how much the anime mischaracterized blue like those are two very different guys

[happilychee]

sabertooth headcanons pt. 1

I feel like mashima could've made sabertooth just a smidge less flat... they all had so much angst in them and the potential to evolve and grow as people... or they could all turn nice in the span of an episode. that works too.

♡ sting is a sweetheart. he's a genuine, caring, and kind boy who grows up to be a charming and earnest young man. that is, unless he's on the battlefield. old sabertooth sting makes an appearance in those moments. his smirk is cruel, his taunts are like daggers, jabbing away at the opponent. he's cocky and arrogant, and maybe he has the right to be so because his attacks are so powerful they blow the enemy away.

♡ lector is the kind of friend who talks major shit about whatever you're doing as he's helping you. he tells sting how dumb it is to go on a mission alone in mid-flight to their destination. ride or die? nah, lector is fly or die.

♡ rufus loves tea brewing. this is one of the few areas of knowledge that he chooses not to use his magic on. he loves sitting down with a good book and reading about the history of tea, tea cultivation, the proper culinary techniques to brew the perfect cup of tea.

♡ orga is the reason sabertooth has open-mic nights. the (second) strongest guild in fiore turns into a comedy club on tuesday nights, and surprisingly, it's good. orga serenades whoever comes to mind that night: it's been sting, rogue, yukino, all the usual suspects, and on one memorable occasion, mr. yajima. yukino tells the most wholesome, funny stories while frosch and lector act out the scene behind her. in what was probably the most fever dream moment of sting's life, minerva took the mic and delivered such a seething, deadpan stand-up that she got the entire guild cheering for her.

♡ minerva goes all out for halloween. besides just being into arcane magic and the history of magic, she loves spooky things. also, she's a bit fucked up, and this is a good outlet for her. sabertooth will gladly take minerva's scarily detailed sculptures of severed limbs over her lashing out any day of the week. to her guildmates' surprise, she also organizes a family-friendly haunted house in the guild hall for the kids of gazania.

♡ in my heart of hearts, sting does not become sabertooth's guild master. I headcanon him as a healer, so I think he would establish an infirmary in sabertooth and oversee it. unsure if rogue or minerva becomes guild master. I think minerva would be better suited for the role, but there's also recency bias against her because of jiemma. and she needs time to process everything that went into sabertooth's upheaval.

♡ which sabertooth member do you never want to piss off? you might think it's minerva or rufus or even the twin dragons. no. it's yukino. she is the sweetest, kindest member of sabertooth by far, and also the most patient. if you offend yukino, she's unlikely to do much about it, but celestials forbid you hurt her friends, especially minerva. she'll send her spirits after you, and no one will ever find your body.

♡ sabertooth, despite their efforts to become a kinder place, is still a hard guild to get into. they're not like fairy tail where anyone can just join. the core members argue for a long while about what kind of entrance test they should have. ultimately they decide on a test of strength, but not just physical ability. minerva says that it's in the eyes, whether someone has the drive and tenacity to always improve themselves and make sabertooth proud. she tries to be subtle, but she's also staring at yukino the entire time. one eyebrow wiggle from lector turns minerva as red as the cat's fur.

[thepeakyfckingblinders]

White Lies || Thomas Shelby x reader

⤠ MASTERLIST⤟

Anon requested: “ Can you do 10&13 with tommy please? I obsessed with your writing” (Thank you honey, hope this won’t let you down ♡ )

Summary: n.10 & 13 from prompt list: “I swear to God, I’ll blind you” + “Don’t leave” Warnings: swearing, May Carleton insert, basically jealous reader, Tommy being the absolute cocky bastard he always is, me loving him even more

Author’s notes:

Behind each one of these works there are sleepless nights and something really close to multiple mental breakdowns, so, please, take a minute to send me a message about it, I need actual feedbacks to understand how to improve my skills and grow ♡

So, May appears in this piece too, even if she’s never been his lover.   Is Tommy Shelby going to generate a mass murder with his cock? Maybe.

I’m sorry for being this late, but I’ve been really busy in the past days and writing is never just easy, it demands concentration and effort, plus I don’t want you to be disappointed, so I’m always extra accurate while working. I hope this is worth the wait!

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I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also, please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

ENJOY!

Your sugar paper dress in lace and tulle gracefully fluttered in the wind, as you walked towards the Garrison, head up, a kind smile on your face and your right arm firmly placed on John’s left one.  That same morning, Tommy’s new horse had won his third race in a row, for which reason the Shelbys had decided to have a little party at their pub, so that they could celebrate those amazing successes with their friends and closest fellows from Birmingham, seizing, at the same time, the opportunity to show to the whole town how the family was getting more and more powerful. Therefore, Finn, Michael and John were now escorting you and Polly to the tavern, where the rest of the Peaky Blinders had already got the festivities started. “If you ever get tired of Tommy, keep in mind that I’m here waiting for you, darling” The middle brother playfully whispered those flirty words into your ear, even though he was truly enchanted by the way you looked that night; you immediately glimpsed in his direction, seeing him keep an alluring smirk on his wonderful face and a toothpick held between his rose lips, just like always. A genuine chuckle spilled from your mouth because of his joke, a slight blush instantly covering your sweet face, while your lips promptly left a noisy kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry about him, Johnny, we can keep it as our little secret” You blinked at him, still giggling out loud, as you entered the Garrison arm in arm, finding a whole crowd of half-drunk people joyfully cheering for the increasing greatness and fortune of the Shelby Brothers Limited. “And that’s Thomas’s definition of small refreshment?” Polly’s usual sarcastic tone prickly referred to the massive amount of guests your fiancé had apparently invited; she lit a cigarette, carelessly throwing the used match on the floor, before her free forearm fondly stretched out to Michael, in a silent invitation to accompany her towards the table where Arthur had already made himself comfortable. Finn, on the other hand, immediately spotted Isaiah amidst the throng, for it took him a scant moment to literally run in his direction, eager as he was to finally spend a night out with his best mate, forgetting about work for a while. “Would you mind helping me find your perennially busy brother, mh?” You asked John, since you were now alone, standing at the entrance like two complete idiots, withouth a clue about what to do next. “Why don’t you come home with me instead?” His eyebrows quickly raised and lowered several times, in an intentionally droll attempt to make that indecent proposal sound tempting, his usual cocky smile never leaving his face. “Oh, shut up now!” you heartily laughed, jokingly punching his shoulder in the process “Let’s just find him, and then you’ll look for a pretty girl to dance with”

“No need to look for girls, love, they throw themselves at me” Your almost-brother-in-law defiantly stated that, while adjusting his houndstooth suit in one swift move, his large shoulders lifted along with his lower lip, giving life to an expression of pure smugness, which esponentially boosted when he found his way to the middle of the pub, performing his usual, cheeky, extremely bold walk. John’s lean and solid body shielded yours as you passed through that enormous amount of people, until you eventually reached for the cluttered counter; your watchful eye immediately caught Tommy’s figure standing with his back turned, a loving grin inadvertently springing upon your red lips, for he had left early that morning without waking you up, and, although it may seem corny, you had shamelessly missed him. Nevertheless, your jaw nearly dropped when, taking a few more steps in his direction, a beautiful woman entered your line of sight: she was talking to him, her clearly infatuated stare burning with desire, one of her palms randily caressing his bony cheek, but the worst part was that Thomas didn’t make a single move to stop her, he just stood there, listening to what she was saying, letting her pet his face. “Oh, fucking hell” John muttered, foreseeing a catastrophic epilogue to that risky situation, indeed, he was perfectly aware that you had no idea of who May was, moreover he could plainly tell she was without a doubt attracted to his brother, which meant no good, considering that you were in the same country as her. Still, before he had the chance to stop you from doing anything, you had already covered the gap between you and them, approaching your fiancé and heavily tapping on his shoulder covered by an elegant black jacket.

Tom’s icy eyes imperceptibly widened as he turned to you and realized how misunderstandable that scene could look; however, within a fraction of a second, he composed himself and regained all of his customary confidence, curving his mouth into an impertinent smirk and placing a hand behind your back, so to guide you in front of the mysterious lady. “Oh, you must be y/n, Tommy’s told me a lot about you! I’m May, May Carleton” Her falsely excited voice brusted out, preceding both of you, and that alone could’ve been enough to set you off, you were aching to ruthlessly punch her in the face, right there and then, yet your strong common sense led you to simply send her a long, eloquent death glare. “Well, he didn’t tell me anything about you, not a word” Perceptible hostility towards that woman infected your tone, still, while you spat that rancorous reply, your killer attention was utterly focused on Thomas, who, for his part, kept looking at you with amusement, blatantly revelling in your jealous little scene. “I didn’t have a chance to” His husky voice nonchalantly spilled from his full lips, whereon he was unchastely sliding a cigarette filter, his piercing black pupils continued to defiantly nail yours as he aimed to provoke you with that silly, senseless remark. Teeth sinking into the warm flesh of your inner cheek, while you tried your best to avoid a beastly outburst in front of everyone; sadly, hardly any moment later, May unwisely decided to throw more salt on your already stinging wounds. “How funny, I’ve been training your horses for three months now” a galling laugh of mockery eurpted from her throat and, once she was sure she had your attention, you noticed raw mischief twinkling in her brown irises “With excellent results, I might add”

She raised the glass of champagne she was holding, along with a hint of her head in Tommy’s direction, inviting him to make a toast to their incredible series of victories; a shrill tinkle filled your ears when his crystal cup joined hers, almost making your skin crawl, you watched speechless and powerless as a seductive expression deliberately contaminated his stunning features. “Obviously. Nothing but the best for my horses”

You just couldn’t believe your eyes, nor your ears; an alarming amount of emotions assaulting your defenseless mind, as you eventually figured out how many lies he had been feeding you during those past months. Soon after he had brought his first mare at the auction, Tommy specifically talked to you about how many expectations and resources he had placed on that brand new project, to the point of actually enlisting an expensive horse trainer, one of their comrades from France, a man they could trust, he did say. Your brain franticly reviewed all of the episodes in which he had called you to inform that he would’ve been late, for he had to stop by the stables in order to check on his beasts; a grievous boulder growing inside your chest, brutally crushing your heart, at the very thought of what could’ve effectively happened in those evenings, your breathing sharply stopped for endless instants, until you regained control of your body, blinking a few times to stop the world from spinning around you. Not a single world escaped your mouth, you only looked at them for one last time, before you hastened to turn tail and run away from that obnoxious situation. Only then, Thomas factually realized he’d gone too far with you, his vigilant stare followed your silhouette quickly moving amidst that mob of drunken yokels, while he briefly took leave of May, without even glimpsing at her once. Pushing and kicking his way through the crowd, he reached for you when you were practically one step away from the main door.

“C’mon, y/n, wait! Hey, don’t leave” Tom delicately grabbed your forearm in an attempt to hold you back, but, as soon as you saw him touching you, a calamitous rage exploded in your belly, leading you to violently yank your arm away. “Take your hands off me, or I swear to God, I’ll bind you with your own fucking cap!” Eyelids squeezing with autentic ire as you snarled in his face, fiercely smacking his hand several times and managing to get out of his grasp; yet, when you tried to leave the pub afresh, his imposing frame promptly interposed between you and the exit, his left palm firmly leaning against the jamb, so to cover the whole open space and preclude you every possibility to find your way out. “Get out of the fucking way, I said!” Frustration filled your yells, you had recourse to all your strength in a restless effort to shove him off, continuing to insult him and punch his chest, still your blows felt like nothing more than tickling to him. Thomas rolled his orbs and, at the same time, raised both his eyebrows, in a plan expression of his nuisance. “I think you’re being a bit overdramatic, love” Thomas was perfectly aware that he was being a total asshole, afterall, he had never even thought of May in such a way, but, for some strange reason, he wanted to tease you that night, he wanted to see you detonate. His imperturbable tone, together with his absurd words, totally made you lose your temper, you sensed your knuckles itching to crash with his perfect jaw, again and again and again. “Overdramatic?!” your voice raising of a couple octaves “You bloody bastard! You lied to me, God only knows what the hell’s been going on between you and that bitch. What’s more, you let her fucking flirt with you, in front of me!” Hot tears were now forming in your eyes while you kept shouting till you felt your throat hurt, Tommy simply kept watching you, not daring to pronounce a single syllable, but never changing his stoic countenance, nor moving from the doorway. “You were flirting back, letting her touch you that way, you fucking humiliated me, Thomas! In my place, you would’ve killed any man, without even thinking ‘bout it!” Tom’s look somehow softened as he observed your features contract with anger and sorrow, he knew he had unnecessarily and foolishly hurt you, he only was too proud to say it out loud; so, he kept his mouth shut and just came closer to you, carefully attempting to stroke your shoulders with tenderness. Nevertheless, you were too full of wrath and delusion to let him make it up to you that easily: actually, you desperately needed to cry, your cheeks were flushing with resentment, blind choler streaming in your veins. And, suddenly, a dull smack resounded in your and his ears. You slapped him so hard, that his head automatically tilted in the opposite direction, leaving both you and him speechless for a full minute; Thomas remained in that forced position, frozen, without going back to face you, consequently giving you the opportunity to finally pull him aside. “You don’t fuck with me, Mr. Shelby” That was all that you hissed, then leaving the Garrison and not looking back.

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[hanawrites404]

Wynne's Cottagecore Diary - Flower Crowns With Julian

(@pieniharmaakani this is for the cottagecore list you challenged us with. Enjoy my amateur writing lol)

"Ahhh this is amazing. Just me, you and the lovely flowers and grass" the red-haired fool spoke inbetween as he took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles tenderly. I was sitting on the ground and he had his head on my lap.

"That's really sweet of you honey but, can you please not interrupt me from enjoying the nature and fucking sleep already?" I smiled down at him innocently, even if the way of my speech said otherwise.

"Oh" he let go of my hand, blushing a bit from chagrin.

"M-My apologies. Y-You took me here for me to relax right? Then I shall definitely obey my lovely blue lady" his grinned at me shamelessly again while I just chuckled and caressed his deep red hair, rolling my eyes.

"Whatever. Now sleep. You deserve it" I locked back my eyes with his, softening my gaze on him. I was just being too harsh on him even though we both came here just for the sake of him to get a decent rest from work. I literally had to drag him by his long arm outside the gardens and away from his paperwork.

Because Julian is the type of guy who knows that he needs to rest but doesn't do so on purpose..........

And he would only listen if you compel that thing on him strong enough................

Such a submissive fucking idiot he is.............

"Yes ma'am" Julian smirked at me and I slapped his cheek lightly, earning an equally brazen yet pleasant chuckle from him. I could feel his throat's vibrations on my thighs as it formed light goosebumps on the skin in response.

Julian shifted a bit for a better comfortable position on my lap and closed his eyes, his lips relaxing a little from the cocky smirk he pridefully always wears. His hot breath hit my bare thighs yet once again forming goosebumps more prominently.

I sighed from relaxation and leaned back, my hand supporting my weight. Julian had himself facing my stomach and one of his hand caressing my waist and the other one entwined with mine. He wasn't wearing his gloves today, for which I was glad because I was desperate to feel his fingers on mine without the rubber coming inbetween.

His long fingers were an odd pleasure to hold onto for some reason. His pleasant skin and grip on mine were enough to make me lose myself to him. In fact, everything about him is just........ magnificent. Earlier I was not like this. I was cold and harsh, barely looking forward to happiness and joy.

But after I met this......... creature, everything changed in me.

It felt like a dead flower blooming again, inside of me. It felt as if he had casted a spell of positivity and cheer through my body, reviving it to its best, and getting me out from my trauma.

It all felt new.......

It all felt like I was loved......

By him.......................

Something which had been lifeless coming back the breathe is something called as very adnormal and impossible. But the being on my lap seemed to have accomplished it without doing anything. Except showing me love, affection and care. Something which I didn't know I needed all along.

He somehow knows everything about me.....

And I know about him too.........

Was this perhaps..........connection??

"Upsy-daisy!" I felt the familiar deep voice from down exclaiming and something fluffy yet heavy being thrown and landing perfectly on my head.

Like a wreath or a crown...........

"Hmm? What is it?" I felt whatever that was resting on my head with my fingers and there were soft petals broader from the middle and narrowing further down. I touched more above and I could feel a big circle of pollen. I could see some yellow in front of my eyes and this made me realise what exactly were on my head.

"Sunflowers??" I looked at Julian with slight astonishment, my hand still on my head.

"Bingo!" He winked at me, his charming smile gracing me with fluttering butterflies in my stomach.

"And shouldn't you be asleep??" I asked him next with an eyebrow raised. This time the question was not harsh. It was rather of curiousity.

"U-Ummm....W-Well......." As expected, Julian's cheeks turned bright red as he turned away from me, mumbling something in his native language I believe. Ugh for fuck sake can he be not so stammering for 5 minutes at the least?

Nevertheless, I sighed and shook my head. Obviously I was pissed as to why he was still not passed out but it was nothing compared to the surprise I was feeling from the flower crown he somehow magically prepared and gifted me with. Because I didn't know that he possessed such a skill.

"Hey Ilya" I called out to him. He had now shifted his body away from my stomach. His gaze was at the grass down my knees. It was clearly visible that he was trying to avoid me.

"Ilyushka~" I called again in a sing-song voice. This made him glance at me for a second and then go back to admiring the green blades. The blush was still eminent on his face.

I sighed once more, tired of his shyness already. Seriously this man gets all timid always at the worst times.

I cupped his face from below and pushed it towards me. This finally made him look completely at me and nowhere else because of my hand affixed firmly yet gently on his cheek.

"W-Wynne......I-I am sorry that I didn't listen to you.......I-I promise I am sleeping now right away!! P-Please forgive me........I just got..... distracted a bit" His eyes were literally going haywire by how his grey pupils were shifting from one point to another. It showed how nervous and scared he was. As if I was going to kill him right now.

Well it isn't a bad idea honestly..........

No we ain't gonna talk about it right now........

Maybe next time.......

"Hey hey. Relax" I took his face in both of my hands and rubbed his cheeks with my thumbs, trying to calm him down from his panick. Soon enough I could feel his breathing coming back to a normal pace and calming down. His whole face relaxed and he had stopped sweating bullets.

I kept hushing and stroking his auburn hair, preening it nicely with my hands and this seemed to have perfectly got him at bay as he opened his mouth to speak next without any stutter.

"Thank you My Dear........And I am really sorry....I truly am........I should have listened to you..............." He averted his gaze from me for the thousandth-time. But instead of being annoyed as always, I gently replied.

"Jules......don't be sorry......It's perfectly alright" I assured him.

"Really??" He asked back with the sound and eyes like of an inquisitive child. It sparked a giggle in my throat as I pinched one of his cheek lovingly.

"Yes Dear, it's perfectly fine. I mean, the main reason I got you outside was for you to acquire some fresh air and clear your mind from your busy schedule. I just wanted you to relax..........a-and spend some time with me of course..........and you are doing it. So I am happy. In fact, I am so glad from heart that you left your work and everything just to make my leisure special and worth it. And I deeply thank you for it Julian. I really do"

Ilya turned bright red when he heard every single word I spoke (as expected yet again). He then took my hand in his as he fondled my knuckles.

"Gosh.....I...........how in the world are you so sweet and cold at the same time? I always get so deeply intimidated by you"

I shrugged and looked away, staring at the tree not far beside me dancing along the wind. A small smile curved on my lips as I reminisced the days I used to climb on one of them haughtily.

"I don't know sir. That's how I truly am" That was the only answer I could give out most accurately.

Julian chuckled and kissed my hand again. This time it was different. The kiss lingered on my hand more than before which made me shiver a bit.

"You are one interesting woman Wynne. I am glad to have you with me"

"I am glad to have you with me as well....... almost" I snorted at the last part.

And Ilya as usual didn't take any offense as he laughed and got up from my lap before appearing in front of me. I tilted my head and beamed at him. He was looking quite handsome today I would say. And surprisingly, I was not bothered by him blocking my view this time like always. Well that's one improvement.

"Did someone ever tell you that you look like a goddess??" Julian tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear softly and taking his sweet time to feel my skin.

I chuckled at his innocent flirting, my cheeks heating up a bit.

"Well, maybe. If someone did tell me so, then I would most likely not remember it. Because that's definitely not what I am" I replied honestly.

Julian smiled at me gracefully and played with the locks of my hair.

"I really like how simple and truthful you are. It's something I have never seen in the ladies I have ever met in my life. You are the first one so. And of course I had no idea that such a lady would end up becoming my wife someday"

For the first time today I laughed genuinely, and Julian giggled with me too, adding onto our small joytime.

But then I moved closer to him till our foreheads met and our chests pressed together as I stared into his eyes with nothing but utter love. There was also a smirk on my lips as I enquired, moving my finger down his neck.

"So do you regret it?" I asked him with a playful whispering voice. And he immediately replied within a second.

"Never ever, My Love"

Julian quickly pinned me down on the grass ground with my shoulders, taking me off guard. Before I could ask what was this all for, he smashed his lips against mine.

His lips tasted sweet and soft, and he was moaning after every kiss. I had my fingers dug into his hair as I pulled him closer and played my own lips and tongue along his passionately.

Julian lifted my thigh up and wrapped my leg around his hip as we kissed. He kept stroking my thigh and messaging my waist while I roamed my hands over his back and chest.

Our lips kept clashing and tugging each other. The voices of pleasure from our throats were uncontrollable. We both were in such a bliss that we didn't even wanted to pull away. But we had to because of the stupid necessity of air.

A silver line connected both of our mouths as we gasped for breath. Julian had his head on my neck as he panted, the hot air coming from him made me shiver from the sudden feeling.

"See? I don't regret anything with you" It was Julian's turn to smirk at me. I smiled and preened his hair again, and kissed his forehead.

"I know. And I love you" I blushed pink.

"I love you too Wynne" He pecked my lips once more.

And soon after, still holding onto my waist, he rolled over with me such that I was now on him. I blushed madly and hid my face in his chest, while he just laughed and petted my hair.

"You are so cute.........."

"I am not cute"

"Oh my. Sorry Milady. Where are my manners? You are adorable. Is that better?"

"What the fuck?" What he said right now was so stupid and nonsensical that couldn't hold back my snort and chuckle. No wonder why he was good at entertaining people. Whether it be by singing off notes, dancing like a chicken, storytelling anecdotes which hardly sound real or cracking horrible corny jokes.

Julian is one national treasure. Yup. Totally.

"There there, giggly girl. You are quite happy today aren't you?" he petted me again.

"Sorry" I wiped the happy tear from my eye as I peered at him, a googly smile on my lips. But then it dropped when I realised something important. And it came to me when I saw Julian's head being awfully empty.

"Oh! I almost forgot" I frantically looked around me for a particular plant, and it didn't take me long to find what I was searching for.

"Hmm? What is it My Dear?" He asked but I didn't reply to him this time. I was too occupied with questing for his return present.

My eyes lit up as soon as I saw the purple hermit petals growing nearby. As quick as a snake I grabbed one of them and applied my magic on the single flower, multiplying them until they join together into a ring, big enough for a certain someone's head.

"Oh......is this what I think it is?" Julian simpered.

"Mhm. Yes it is" I told him as I placed the flower crown on his head. Julian being dramatic as always bowed down to me as I bestowed the ring upon his red head.

"For the one and only, The Wolfsbane lover. It's detoxified. Don't worry" I assured him.

"Oh Dear, it's very beautiful! You didn't have to" he giggled as he played with the petals on his head.

"But you seem to like it" I grinned at him as I rested my chin on his chest.

"Of course I like it. It's my favourite. And it's made by my lovely wife. How can I not love it?" He pinched my cheek.

"Heyyy stop. It hurts" I giggled and held his wrist.

"My apologies Sweetheart" he let go of me and kissed my nose, making me go cross-eyed.

I chuckled once more and hugged him tight, cuddling to his bosom close.

"I love you Period Head" I blurted out with endearment.

"I love you too Ocean Head" he returned back the affection and rolled the strands of my hair around his finger, and then combing through them with it.

The sun shined brightly above us and the birds chirped their beautiful opera from the lush green trees. The squirrels chased around for their nuts while the insects worked hard to make a living and survive.

Everything was going according to the nature. Just like how it should be.

And our love for each other was just like that.

Perfect and eternal.