#hhgn ​what to do

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i didn’t plan out the colors very well

[lettis-novaturient]

how do i take notes

[centaurisolarflare]

Hallowed by Your Hands

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Rating: explicit (18+ mdni)

Classification: flashfic

Summary: a little rambling but it’s pure filth, my loves

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, porn with feelings, sub!ghost, softestdom!reader, touch-starved, desperate!ghost, needy!ghost, obsessed!ghost, crying, brief mentions of killing/violence, the briefest mention of a knife

Simon “Ghost” Riley is inexperienced and touch-starved and I will die on this hill. He is pathetic and clingy and overwhelmed and completely fucking obsessed with you.

This man. This man okay. ‬

He will wrap all 6 foot whatever, 200+ pounds of himself around you. Face buried in your neck, arms around you, forearms pressed against your back, hands grasping at your shoulders, your waist, whimpering at the feel of you. Lock your ankles around his waist and pull him harder against you and he will sob into your neck. ‬

Needy, pathetic, gasping, hips twitching, wet eyes, sobbing against your skin. God, you want him close? He wants to crawl into your bones. Wants to fucking live there. He can’t believe you want him close. Close enough to hurt you — he knows you know he could kill you, easily — and you’re still letting him put his hands on you. Begging you for more without believing he deserves what he’s already getting. He can’t help but be greedy. Can’t help but feel shamefully guilty about it either.

Yank his hair, make him look at you, his eyes twitchy and darting around — he can’t bear to make eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time — shame, shame, shame, please, please, please. Teeth sunk into his bottom lip, keening when you move against him. Shuttering and crying, holding you so tight it bruises. Crying harder when you brush away his tears, breath hitching when you press kisses all over his face. Forgetting how to breathe entirely when you kiss and bite and suck at his neck. Stuttering mess, screwing his eyes shut to try to talk, tripping over his words but he can’t stop babbling. ‬

“Feel so fucking good, you feel so good. You- fuck, f- hhgn- fuck, make me f-feel. So. G-good. How- ah- how do you feel so- feel so- ah! Ah, ah, nghh, please, p-le-ase, pl-ease, please,”

Panting, whining mess. Still wrapped around you. Desperate. Undeserving. Can’t let go. Won’t let go. Can’t. Never. You’ll have to kill him. Have to kill him. But you don’t. Won’t. You’ve never even hurt him. So soft, so warm, make him feel so good it aches down to his bones, but you’ve never hurt him. He knows, trusts somehow, that you won’t hurt him. Driving into you like it’s his only purpose, hips jerking in short stunted thrusts, grinding against you when he looses focus, trying to keep his cock as deep inside you as he can, face burning red when you call him out for humping against you like a dog in heat.

Stammering, looking away, moaning — open and loud — when you touch his face to make him look at you, telling him to take what he needs. Never hurt him. Hand on his side, stroking, petting his skin. Fingers twisted in his hair, burning, electric, so so good. You touch as much of him as you can reach and he thanks you for it, sweeping your fingers over his fevered skin, he thinks he might die with it. Everywhere you touch glows and he feels holy from it — hallowed by your hands alone.

The broken, wounded-animal noise he lets out when you press your hand against the back of his neck, squeezing the sides ever so slightly as you pull him down to kiss. He’s killed people like that, the brutal dig of his fingers against their airway. He’d let you, he thinks — as you lick into his mouth and he whimpers when you nip you teeth against his lip — he’d let you wrap both your beautiful hands around his throat from the front, he’d let you squeeze until his vision went fuzzy and his lungs burned with it, and he’d trust you to do it. Fuck, he’d let you hold a fucking knife to his throat. The thoughts makes his cock twitch inside you. You’d never hurt him. Feels so fucking good.

He’s a mess of heat and scar tissue and strength. Leathal power clinging to you like a lifeline. You hold him together. Searing through all his jagged-edged pieces like molten fucking gold till it’s all he can see, all he can feel — the warm honey haze of you. You, you, you. Bright as the fucking sun. You. The beginning and end of everything he could ever want.

Breathy, whimpering, keening noises as he cums. He gasps and paws at you, trying to pull you even closer. Groaning as you praise him, basking in being your good boy as he shivers through the last of his orgasm. Sobs and whines and says “thank you, thank you” the whole time. God, he wants you branded into his skin.

You’ll have to wait a bit until you can convince him to let you up to get a rag. Embarrassed but loose limbed and relaxed as you clean him up and kiss his eyelids and make him drink a glass of water. He’s never felt so fucking loved. Never felt so safe as he lays — on his stomach between your thighs, settled heavy on you, his head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, arms locked around your waist — and you play with his hair and soothe your hands across his shoulders and tell him how good, how beautiful, how perfect, how loved he is. He puts your sweet words against his heart, lines his ribcage with them, like armor.

He says it — his biggest and most treasured truth — softly, carefully, reverently, against your skin, “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so much,”

[chiyoso]

god fuck. i don't know what to focus on rn help.

hhgn lmao

when i was starting up the HoD jing yuan part, i originally wanted to do like... jing yuan, luocha and gepard all in one, but then my cheeky, rambling, hyperfixated ass came up with a plot for jy so i decided to just focus on jing yuan

god i cant wait to write for otto apo- i mean luocha for HoD 😌

[cliffandthekid-archive]

"Hhhhhhhgn."

"Well that didn't sound like a fun noise." Cliffjumper shifts one of his sideview mirrors and the sensor equipment inside it towards Sierra. "What's wrong?"

"...I have school tomorrow."

"Sure do."

"...I should go fix dinner."

"Yeah, that would be a good thing."

"Hhgn."

After a pause, Cliff tips his passenger seat back, letting Sierra sprawl a little more comfortably. "Want me to ask Arcee and Jack to swing by with some KO burgers?"

"...yes please."

"You got it."

[niilue]

I'm literally obsessed with your writing, it's wonderful. Can i ask for a male!reader fucking a tired vincent after so much work and problem solving like a lord, just him exhausted, easy and lazy letting the reader do what he want with him? Thank u goddess

thanks bae, aaaaa vincent.. he's so damn hot 😩

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub vincent phantomhive x male top! reader

cw: dom reader, male reader, slow and relaxing sex, bitting, vincet is very tired :(

vincent looked incredibly beautiful lying on his side, while you hugged him tightly around the waist and your cock was parsimoniously burrowing into his hot insides.

"my lord, you work so hard… when i finally have you in my arms i can't control myself." you mention kissing and smelling his silky hair. as your hips rocked into his body.

vincent was so physically exhausted. he could only whimper softly and let out soft sighs. he hardly spoke and only murmured your name when you penetrated deep inside.

you fucked him gently but determinedly, while your hands groped and squeezed every part of his body, biting his shoulders and leaving marks all over his smooth skin.

you licked his neck and left kisses all over his jaw.

you felt vincent's breathing slow down more, almost as if he was going to sleep. so you took your momentum and gave him a hard thrust, causing him to whimper loudly and his back to arch more towards you.

"HHGN, NAME!"

"don't forget i'm still fucking you love, don't fall asleep and finish for me."

you said kneading his buttocks and squeezing him. your hands could not stay still and you sought to stimulate him everywhere. you wanted to see him at the limit.

you gave a hickey on his neck leaving a visible light reddish mark. tomorrow it would be a nice bruise.

vincent stirred and faced you. his eyes were glazed over from sleep and he had a silly grin on his face.

"go ahead and fuck me until i cum, i'm tired honey." he mentioned caressing your face.

you took one of his legs and pulled it up to your chest, to get better access to his ass and fuck him deeper.

you felt your balls slap against his ass with each penetration you gave him. vincent's body was moving violently and both of your bodies were overflowing with heat and sweat from the constant movements.

"more… more, i'm - to the limit…" vincent moaned biting his lips and squeezing your chest with his hands.

his fingers curled in excitement and his face contorted in pure pleasure. his eyebrows drew together and his mouth opened wide and he couldn't control himself.

from one moment to the next you had your chest stained with the essence of your lord as he whimpered like a little dog. it was so exciting that you too could have come with something as simple as that. but you needed more and more. you wanted to cry. you wanted to cry.

you were so simple and he had you eating out of his hand. when he finished cumming he winked at you and kissed you slowly, caressing you with his beautiful hands and then he fell asleep next to you.

and you still with a fucking erection that couldn't be fully satisfied.

[cassyapper]

so like i know this occurs in the other irterations of sdc and it’s not an ova exclusive but mmm jotaro and avdol's banter post their fight now that i know both characters in and out makes me realize how it's soothing jotaro's nerves. like how their conversation’s purpose is to make jotaro realize he's not out of control and someone can catch his leash so to speak if splat goes nuts again while jotaro is learnign to control him umm does that make sense. jotarooo puts so much trust into avdol in this first scene. like jotaor is so scared that’s why he locked himself in the jail cell and then this dude with the same spirit as him shows up and tricks him into leaving his sanctuary and jotaro can’t believe it it’s too good to be true and he keeps countering like "what if star threw the iron bar what if i hurt you" and avdol just calmly replying "oh that's not possible. magician's red can melt anything" like HHGN HNGH. JUST REASSURING HIMMM. do you think avdol saw his own fears as a child staring back at him in jotaro then. im throiwng up

[hematomes]

would do this on anon but you knew it was me immediately last time so 🙄 /lh

anywaysss heres what i think of u :3 you're really caring and sweet, you're easy to talk to and rly funny. i think you overwork yourself a bit but uni is hard so thats kinda unavoidable. ur also very pretty and im a liiittle (very) gay for u <3 and you are definitely on my dream blunt rotation i would LOVE to get high with you hhgn

ZBDJZ IM SORRY I HAVE WEIRD ABILITIES

but omg <333 jupiter.... ur adorable, and pls you're so pretty as well gay feelings are unavoidable

ALSO SAME ISTG

[whumping-every-day]

oh fuck! that’s a tasty mental image 😋 ash clumsily, painstakingly, bandaging up callum & easing his pain as much as possible cause he can’t bear to see callum suffer but fully aware that there’s gonna be Consequences for disobeying callum’s explicit fear of his teeth. whatever you do, don’t imagine ash putting the muzzle on HIMSELF so callum groggily enters cell next day & ash immediately kneels at his feet, shaking, head touching stone, hands stretched flat at callum’s boots, anxious mess 😈

hhhHHHHHHH dude. Buddy. My pal. It is not often someone gives me whumperflies with my own characters. So, congratulations!!! This idea swept in and took me for everything I had. 

Warning for needles/stitches/blood/mild gore up ahead! It should also be noted, for those who haven’t followed the last few exchanges, that vampire venom in this universe (from a young vampire) doesn’t turn people, but has pain-numbing qualities! 

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His hands are covered in blood. There are tears in Ash’s eyes, and an itching in his gums, as he tries again to get the needle through the hunter’s skin. Callum has stopped screaming; now he’s limp, ashen pale as Ash’s clumsy fingers grip the needle.

The hunter is lying on the cot in his room, the third of four renovated cells. Golden hair sticks to Callum’s cheeks and forehead as Ash works. It’s worse like this, when the human is limp and unconscious, because at least when he was conscious and hurting he could tell Ash what to do. 

“C-Callum?” Ash tries again, but there’s no answer, and the next time he blinks tears slip down his cheeks. “Callum, I’m, I’m s-sorry, I don’t - I don’t know how to do this-”  

He’s never given stitches before, only seen Callum do them himself. 

It’s more serious this time, Ash could tell that even without his nose informing him of just how much blood the human has lost. There’s so much of it, and with every second Ash wastes, more comes seeping out.

The panic is there, hot and tight behind his eyes. It’s like a weight, physically pressing down on him - the urge to crumple to the ground and curl up and sob. Callum has always been larger than life to him; a pillar of strength and stability. Whenever Ash is frightened, or hurting, he could come to Calluma and Callum would fix it. But this time it’s Callum on the table. This time, if Ash panics, Callum will die. 

The vampire’s hands are shaking, and every inch of him is terrified. But he grips the needle tighter, and reaches down to pull the edges of torn flesh together. 

The wound is a nasty one. It looks like talons, as far as Ash can tell; four long, wicked gashes with ragged edges and a messy finish. There’s a patch of flesh that’s been gouged out, hanging by a thread of sinew, and Ash retches as he carefully snips it away. He’s stitched the first of the four gashes, but the other three are considerably deeper. 

Callum wakes just as Ash is pouring alcohol over the crude line of stitches. It’s not a scream he lets out so much as a roar, loud enough to rattle the tiny cell, and to have Ash habitually scrambling out of range. But the hunter slumps back against the cot a moment later, and Ash watches with his heart pounding in his ears. 

Callum’s torso is already full of scars, although most of them are hidden under the new outpouring of blood. Even so, there are many; silver-white and rippled, in the shape of claws and teeth and violence. Ash presses the sopping red cloth against the last three gashes, and Callum moans, eyes moving listlessly behind half-closed lids. 

“Callum?” Ash tries again, but there’s still no response. The vampire whines softly, fearfully, and it’s distinctly inhuman. 

Callum’s not waking up. So Ash will have to do this. 

The hunter groans when the needle goes through his skin, and Ash jumps as one of his hands comes up, gropes blindly for the source of the pain. 

“G’ off… hhgn. Get offa me.” Callum’s bleary with pain and blood loss, and for the first time, Ash hesitates to obey an order. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, and he says it over and over as the needle goes in and through Callum’s flesh. The hunter snarls, twists on the bed, and the needle slips in Ash’s hand again. Callum is horribly pale, and the four lines of red scored against his hip look dark and dangerous in the dim light. He screams through gritted teeth when Ash does manage to hold him down, but it never lasts for long. 

It’s when one of his screams ends in a whimper that Ash can’t take it anymore. Ash knows screams like this, he’s been forced to make them often enough. 

Callum shouldn’t have to scream like this. Callum is kind, and good, and merciful, and Ash knows a way to stop his pain. 

Even if it will lead to swift retribution when the hunter is healed. 

“Callum?” It’s whispered this time, almost guilty. Ash bites his lip as he presses the cloth against the bleeding and takes one of Callum’s hands. 

He knows better than this. He does. The warning rings in his mind, one of those half-remembered commands he’d been given in his early days here. 

No biting. You bite me and I will put a stake in your chest. Understood? 

His chin wobbles as he takes Callum’s palm, gently uncurls those calloused, work-worn fingers. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m, I’m sorry, Callum.” He doesn’t ask the hunter not to be mad at him after. Ash knows the consequences. 

He has to be careful; Ash’s thirst for blood has been largely beaten out of him, but if he proceeds without caution… Ash holds Callum’s hand with one of his own, and reaches up to his own jaw with the other. Callum had been the one to teach him this trick; the vampire finds the spot behind his ear, just under the venom gland, and presses. 

His fangs drop instantly, and Ash whimpers at the feeling as venom start to pool behind them. His canines are still smaller than they should be, and Callum says that they probably won’t get much bigger. They’re like infant teeth, only instead of being young, they’d been yanked out and snapped off so many times that they refuse to grow any longer. 

They still feel plenty long enough when Ash raises Callum’s palm to his lips. 

He doesn’t let himself hesitate over placement; blood is still coming from Callum’s injuries, dampening the hunter’s bedsheets and spilling in rivets down his bare hip. There’s a deep-set terror in the vampire’s heart, but his resolve is set as he fits his teeth over Callum’s palm and bites. 

The human’s palm is salty against his tongue, and his skin gives way under the creature’s teeth like puncturing fruit. Ash does his very best not to taste the blood as venom comes flooding into his mouth. It’s slightly bitter, thicker than saliva and chalky in his mouth. Some of it gets pumped through his fangs and into the hunter’s bloodstream, but most of it spills over, collecting behind the vampire’s teeth.

As soon it stops coming, Ash pulls away. He’s shaking from the ground up, cold terror gripping his chest from the gravity of what he’s just done. The venom is pooling in his mouth still, and it’s entirely instinctual to nuzzle into Callum’s palm, lapping gently at the bite marks. The venom can be absorbed through the skin or through blood, Callum had said - so Ash cradles the man’s wrist and runs his tongue over the marks until the pressure behind his fangs eases. 

Then the hunter stirs. His eyes open just for a moment, colorless blue staring blearily into space. Then he fixates on what Ash is doing, and for a moment, it’s like the whole world holds still. Then, 

“You - hhnggn. You fucking…” He’s still bleary, still weak, but Ash can see the way Callum is struggling for consciousness. The hunter wants to be awake. 

Ash whimpers softly and drops his hand, and in that instant Callum lashes out and grabs his jaw. 

It’s nothing like being grabbed before; it hurts, fingers digging into the creature’s jaw with strength born of panic. Callum’s eyes are somehow both alert and distant; Ash whines against his palm, the same one he’d been lapping at like a mangy dog mere seconds ago. 

Somewhere in his mind, Ash knows that Callum is delirious. He’s lost so much blood, traveled for so long, dragged himself back to the lab leaking out of his side by luck and sheer stubbornness. It’s still ice down his spine when the hunter bares his teeth and says, low and dangerous,

“You fucking bit me.” 

It’s like one of Ash’s nightmares has evolved and come to life. 

The terror takes Ash’s knees from him, and the hunter’s hand comes with, still digging into his cheeks, the corners of his jaw.

“ ‘m sorry,” he whines past the hunter’s palm. “I’m sorry, Callum, S-Sir, please-” But Callum’s eyes are wild, unfocused. The man hisses in a breath through his teeth, glares up at the ceiling - he’s marshaling himself, it looks like, trying to get his bearings, trying to gain control of the situation. 

He might have been able to, Ash thinks - if anyone could, it would be Callum. Except that the flesh of his left side is mangled like raw meat, and he’s lost so much blood his fingers are cold where they grip the vampire’s jaw. 

He tries to get up anyway. Ash yelps a muffled protest as Callum tries to sit, then immediately goes grey. The hunter hangs there for a moment, feeling the gravity of his injuries, and then sinks back onto the cot with a little moan. The sheen of sweat on his skin has gotten shinier, and if he listens Ash can hear the human’s pulse; weak and quick, batting away in his chest like a caged bird. 

Callum’s eyes are open, but he’s started to shiver. 

It takes everything Ash has not to crumple to the floor and sob, cradling his throbbing jaw. He’s bitten Callum. Callum, the one person to ever be kind to him. Callum the hunter, who hadn’t needed to be kind, but had still taken him out of filth and despair and shown him a gentle hand. 

For a moment, Ash fears that Callum will try moving again, will try to get up and grab for a weapon. Instead, Ash sees the moment his venom starts to work. Callum’s pupils are already dilated, but there’s a visible change between one moment and the next; the hunter makes a startled little sound, and his fingers loosen from their fists. 

Ash’s vision is blurred with tears, and the terror that clogs his throat is both old and new. There will be repercussions from this, he knows - he doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. 

He doesn’t know what Callum will do, now that Ash has crossed this line. 

He still pushes himself back to his feet and snatches up the needle. Callum’s pulse thrums in his ears as Ash douses his hands in alcohol again, then rethreads the needle. There are two gashes to stitch still, and he’s lost valuable time; the blood is coming slower now. 

“Please lie down,” he whispers as he pinches skin together with shaking fingers. “Please, Callum, just h-hold still. I’m almost done, I’m n-not going to-” He can’t even say the words. Ash sniffles, blinks, feels wetness on his cheek. 

His pleas are mostly unnecessary, though; at the first pass of the needle Ash winces, expects another scream. Instead Callum just grunts and frowns, as if he’s tasted something unpleasant. 

The man is distant while Ash stitches up the last two slices. There’s no reaction to the pain of the needle, and no response when Ash waves a hand in front of his face. It’s like the hunter is a shell, reduced to a limp, unfeeling body. 

Ash pours alcohol over all four messy lines of stitches, and all Callum does is wince. 

The bandages happen on autopilot; this Ash has done before, and he’s careful while he presses down gauze and winds linen around the hunter’s middle. 

Then, when he’s done, he stands there for a moment. Callum is pale, blonde hair a shock of color against his cheeks. His scar is more pronounced now, gnarled and warped down the left side of his face. 

Ash lifts a hand to his own face, where an iron muzzle had once sat. His fingers dig in where Callum’s had, holds the shape of his jaw. 

No biting, the man had said. It was the only thing he’d said; the first concrete command he’d been given, something Ash had clung to back in the very beginning, when obedience had meant being forgiven simply for existing. 

The world blurs before the vampire’s eyes as he goes to the tool room. 

Ash doesn’t like the tool room. Even now, over a year post rescue, the tool room fills him with dread. It’s not large - it’s an offshoot of the lab, about the size of a large closet, which Callum uses to store the tools of his trade. 

On the walls are things of iron; arrows, lances, chains, manacles. The muzzle sits, mounted proudly on the far wall. Ash comes to a stop in front of it and folds to his knees. 

He had started to believe Callum, at some point. He’d believed that the hunter wouldn’t hurt him, that he’d really let Ash stay in his home and keep him safe, even though Ash was something that shouldn’t exist in the first place. But now…

Tears spill down his cheeks as Ash retrieves the muzzle. It’s the leather one, the one with a steel bit that tasted like mercy. The smell is musty when Ash lifts it up to his face. It settles hard and cold against his cheeks, his jaw, and Ash whines as the memories surge. 

He’s been bad. He’s been so bad, the creature thinks; he deserves this, he deserves to be treated like an animal if that’s what he is. 

Ash makes it back to his cell (room, he thinks; Callum had made it into a room) and pulls the heavy door closed. He can’t lock it, not without the keys. But he folds down onto the cold floor, and he pulls the muzzle straps tight enough to dig into the corners of his mouth. It’s never tight enough, it doesn’t burn - in some corner of Ash’s mind, he knows that’s a good thing. But there’s a much larger part of him that is remembering, as if waking from a dream, how he deserves to be treated. 

The bit sits cold and hard against its tongue. The creature curls up on the cold floor, like it can’t even see the cot, and it cries. 

-

[END]

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[haikyuu-loves-thiccies]

Can I request Fukuroudani headcanons with a busty, and doting manager who does her best to take care of them? Like, forehead kisses, hugs into her chest, pep talks, etc? That okay? Much love and admiration for your craft!

omg never speak to me again unless you refer to my writing as my craft lmao

- First off the managers love you because you keep the stinky boys off of them lmao

Third Years.

- Bokuto has to have the first hugs of the day

- seriously the instant emo mode is if someone else gets the first hug of the day lmao

- and he ALWAYS needs fucking pep talks

- Akinori and Yamato are known to try and take the first day hugs from Bokuto, just for fun

- Yamato specifically

- Akinori gets kinda embarrassed about the,, boob hugs.., ;)

- Washio just respects your boundaries so he'd never try to initiate a hug or anything but then you GIVE him one and he's like ??! shutting down

- and he's not exactly sure how to hug back either lmao

- but he,, kinda likes the boobs ;)) you might hear him mumble the word “Soft”.,,, ;)

- Komi is happy to have your affection! He's a little more patient- or should I say less jealous- so he's perfectly fine for waiting for his attention.. as long as he gets it!!!

- Unlike Akinori and Yamato he wont poke fun at Bokuto for wanting your affection so strongly because like.. same.

Second Year..

- Keiji thinks Bokuto is very childish for always demanding to be first

- But he really respects YOU and your ability to calm him

- He probably texts you randomly about ways to keep Bokuto from acting up

- Y'all swap techniques lmao

- Although  he doesnt have the tiddy to do the specialty hug...

First Years

- Shuichi is so like !!! nervous!! but excited!! He loves your affection but like also !? Cute girl!? Hahaha whaat??!?!?

- He's sweet to you and likes talking to you when he's benched

- sometimes he'll bring you parts of his lunch/sweets and be like,, here!!!

- what a sweet lad..

- Wataru is like

- Constantly staring at you but like he can't approach you properly

- and it's not like a Yamamoto situation like he's not really scary or anything

- he's just like.. hhgn.. she's cute....

- when you give him hugs and pats and all the good stuff he melts...~

Thank you for the ask akfnaknf!!

[twstedrabbithole]

I really want to get the Magical Archives and new comic anthology book for Christmas. But, explaining the entire concept of the game to my parents will take a long time! (It already took me long enough to explain Persona 5 to my mom). Hhgn...I've been obsessed with TW since mid-spring, it's gonna take me so long. I honestly don't know how the heck I'm going to explain to my parents, I'm stuck...i really don't know what to do now

Hmm, well you don't necessarily have to explain the plot! I can't say for anyone but myself but generally if I tell my family how obsessed I am with a game they've given me some small merch and such!!

I believe you should just say to your parents how much you really want this book, as it's something tied to something you really like and are obsessed with!! And if they ask what exactly Twst is, you can give the bare bones explanation so they have a better idea!! It doesn't have to go in depth, just the basic concept of Twst.

Believe me, I know explaining Persona 5's concept is a bit hard. But trust me as someone who plays both games (and a bf who's super obsessed with P5), Twst will be much easier to explain! You don't even have to explain the gacha part of twst, since what you're asking for is the physical merch.

I'm sure any parent who's child full heartily expresses their liking and obsession with a particular thing, will most likely give them a present for it! Especially if they're pointed in the right direction of what you want exactly, being the books!

I'm not sure how well my answer will help you, so feel free to dm me if you need more advice!! This goes for everyone too! If you're looking for advice it would be best to dm me, since I don't actively check my inbox because I'm busy writing or working on art!

[bitterpngs]

i am struggling so hard to find relevant academic articles for my paper

[palettepainter]

More art of Rosie, a Lou X Alexis NG - Lou belongs to me, Alexis belongs to @dreugalp

Since Lou owns a casino I wanted to draw Rosie in her own casino suit, the outfit on the right is her casino suit, may be changed later. She may look sweet and innocent on the outside, but she is actually quite manipulative and can be very persuasive when she wants something. The outfit on the left is her more fashionable clothes, like Alexis Rosie likes pretty clothes that her look pretty or cute, and she is a HUGE fan of the colour pink!! I really liked drawing this, I may do more with my other next gens and HHOC’s, if you want to suggest which HHGN I should do one of these sheets for and what outfits they could wear feel free to suggest.

[mcnypieces]

It doesn't take Andria long to spot the green-haired punk turned pirate. He's taller than most humans, even if he's still shorter than her. Grinning, sharp teeth glinting against the sun, she walked up to him, hands jammed in her pockets. "You Bartolomeo? Gotta message from our darling, sweet Aya for ya - said she ain't able to make it today. Poor thing's sick, so she sent me 'stead." She says casually, the little light atop her head dully blinking once. Yep, definitely an anglerfish.[RIP Barto]

@bucketfullofocs // : ✗ ✗ ✗

     What habits had a man with no general concern for the public? A lack of eye contact, a common scowl, the apparent lack of disinterest when someone tried to approach him in the middle of the day. Bartolomeo found himself focused on the newspaper in hopes something of interest came up ── more specifically, if he could find anything recent about Luffy and the Strawhats. It was remarkably common for him to have his nose in every new paper the moment he got his hands on it. Ah, the habits one could garner from dedication …

     The voice calling his name is just enough to get his attention, if only because it was directly referring to him. Though his eyes do not stray away from the paper, it’s at least apparent he’s listening. Thumbing through another page, tongue idly flicks over a fang as he continues skimming. ❝ Oh, Scales sent you? She didn’t have to send anybody in her place. Even if she didn’t show up I would’ve gotten the hint she couldn’t make it-dabe. Well, I might’ve gone to check and make sure she wasn’t in any trouble but ── ❞

     It’s difficult to keep any disinterest at the mention of her name. Eyes finally stray from the page in the midst of his idle reply and finally settle on the fish-woman before him. At first he seems to be a little shocked, though only at the fact she was clearly not a human. Tall and fit with a strong gaze. He had seen fishmen recently enough but not a one had been female. But his words stop suddenly as her light flickers. Teeth, larger than him, a small light like a lantern protruding from her head; it was reminiscent of the nightmare he had recently had, and the countless questions regarding the habits of deep sea life .

     Bartolomeo nearly tears the news into two halves stumbling back out of his chair. Arms and fingers crossed without a barrier, a natural instinct that insisted he protect himself from unknown atrocities that could possibly occur at the hands of an anglerfish. The cannibal bore no ill will towards fishmen. Rather, he found them quite interesting despite the fact none of their techniques could break his barriers. But not this one. At least, not for the time being. Aya had told him many times not to worry about ever having such an encounter with a terror of the deep, and yet …

     ❝ O-Oi oi! You’re an an anglerfish-woman-dabe!! ❞ The obvious stated. A bit of a stammer. The height difference between them is far more noticeable with him backed up against a building standing stiff and uncertain. ❝ Don’t tell me you just let guys do that thing with you, that... hhgn, ❞ it’s difficult to discern if his noise is from a sudden bout of sickness from remembering or general unease. He opts to choke past it, ❝ Did Aya really send you? She… she really didn’t have to do that-dabe . ❞

      His last words are honest yet mildly unaccepting. Though it’s difficult not to be fearful of the terrifying things he’s heard, it seemed wrong to be completely dismissive of the woman. She had come out here on Aya’s behalf, after all. But no matter what he did he couldn’t seem to shake the unsettled worry from his tone. It was judgmental and rather crass to be acting in such a way. To him, however, the behavior is normal ── especially when he might end up losing his life .

[mioships]

Butterscotch, Bubble gum and Lemonheads for Amajiki please? ÛwÛ

HOLY COW HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS I AM SO SORRY, PLEASE ACCEPT THESE LATE LATE ANSWERS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME QUESTIONS ;M;

butterscotch: what’s your go-to date night idea with your f/o?

i answered this Sort Of in a different ask game a little bit ago but. i always love talking about dates with him. i love dating him. i love everything about him. anYWAY. date nights include dinner and an activity, usually something that we can discuss together! going to see a movie or a play together is pretty rare, since we can’t just open it up for discussion in the middle of it. which isn’t to say that it doesn’t ever happen, but. we prefer to watch movies and stuff at home. we have a pretty big DVD collection. we like to go to museums and bookstores and cafes and little pop-up shops and tiny concerts. we’re always down to try a new dessert shop!!

bubble gum: do you have any AUs of your self ship?

i answered this one in a previous ask, but since then i’ve remembered some others! tamaki and mio’s story is actually just one big soulmate au – they began as the sun and the moon, who disliked each other because the universe didn’t prefer one over the other despite how hard they tried to gain her favor. so the universe cast them down to earth to resolve their differences and so they are destined in every lifetime to find each other and fall for each other.

lemonheads: any risque headcanons about your f/o?

HHGN BLUSHES,

in the interest of keeping this blog Mostly PG-13, i will not answer this explicitly but i will give you this:

i believe manifest has the power to work in subtle ways too, such as… :) changing the texture of his skin :) or the scent of his body :) or the flavor :)

thank you so so much for sending these in!!

[awkward--sigma]

Purple Dino Questionnaire!

Day One: Start!

Describe the difference between your online persona and your personality in real life.

My online persona is way more open i suppose, but if I doesnt know you I can replay reeeeaaally slowly (Ask my gf ok, i’m so sorry), but if i’m comfortable from the start, i’m pretty open,  Me in real life is, too, very shy with people i dont know and I dont like to speak up, aka I get very anxious. But if i first open op, i wont shut the fuck up again except I feel hurt of course. 

What were you people interested in when you were kids? Of course, there are multiple so any number will do. What phases did you have? Do you still have those to this day?

When I was a kiddo i looooved horses! like horses was my entire life. I was riding in 9 years and had own horse in about 4 years (I miss it)  I went though the emo phase (:’)) and that kinda stopped when I was 17? I still am a bit emo tho .. 

Name a character (of any franchise) that you think is overrated.

Hhgn I hate saying stuff like this in fear of making anyone sad ya know? So this oppinion i will keep for myself. 

If you were to voice over an anime character, who would you choose?

None! I dont think my voice would fit anyone!  

What are your pet peeves?

People who ignore my oppinion or if I send them something I care about and they come with a small ‘I dont give a fuck’ text (who doesnt?), but I find those really annoying, like no. 

Do you wear shoes inside your house?

No? Who does that?

On a scale of 1 to 100, how edgy are you?

Problably 72% lol 

Do any of you have “anime crushes”? Do you get them often?

*Whispers* Dazaiiiiiii I doesnt get anime ‘crushes’ as easly anymore as I used to, like once I couldnt see an anime or read a book, etc without falling for someone. I can now

What are the five things that make you happy?

Hanging out with friends and family 

A good book 

Going to the gym 

My fave character 

Merch (I’m so weak) 

What’s your Myer-Briggs personality type? If you haven’t taken the test in a while or if you want to see what your “personality type” is, here’s the test!

INFP-T