#hiebies ✧

[luneariaa]

hi hi!!! it’s been,,, a long long long while! wanted to reach out (this year has been like a fog tbh ahhhhh!!!) and see how things were going, and say i hope this year + the new year has given you/brings you so so many good things & fulfilment ^-^

OMGGG HIII IT'S TRULY BEEN AWHILEEE HHH I MISSED YOUUUU 😭😭💖💖💖🍁‼️‼️ YOU'RE SO KIND, THANK YOU SO SO MUCHHHH !! WISHING THE SAME AND ALL THE BEST FOR YOUUU + HOPING THAT YOU WILL GET/ACHIEVE ON WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WISHING FOR !! (o´▽`o) 💗💗💗💐💐

I feel you SOO BADD like been so busy lately with work too,, BUT all is manageable so far ( THANKFULLY ),, so I completely get you !! 💌💌💌☹

[hiebies]

your shining autumn (blue green, colours flashing)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | desc; nanami drabble because i miss him

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | pairing; nanami -> x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist

the warmth of the sun is penetrating. a warm morning that transitions the day smoothly into a balmy afternoon, an ache soothed by the chill of the breeze. all in all, the day is as it usually is- perfectly pleasant.

the warmth of the room seeps into your bones, stretching through one body and into another, two lovers curled up together and bathed by sunlight. it crawls into the space, sugary sweet and clinging to scattered dust particles reflected in beams of light.

“oh- sorry, do you want me to move off your arm?”

the echoing voice is quiet, a melody playing in a minor key that cuts through the sun and the warmth, drawing all attention in the room to a sharp focus.

“it’s okay,” the lovers move in tandem, connected by sunlight and warmth and each other, “just- turn over, or hold my hand instead?”

laughter briefly echos when both come close to toppling from their perch on the couch, resting place disturbed, only to again be settled like falling leaves- as easy a transition as the changing of seasons.

“did you know, that you have very nice hands?”

a murmur of agreement, voice joining its partner and bathing both lovers in the silence that follows. a thumb skips over the crease of a palm, tracing calluses and old scars, nothing untouched or unseen. to be loved is to be seen.

“this one is your lifeline- did you know that? no? hm.. it’s a long one.”

“it’s just a line on my hand.”

“a very important line that means you’re stuck with me for a very long time, dear.”

tired eyes glint and a slow smile stretches wide, laugh catching on the amusement caused by such a statement.

‘a long time, hm?’

“..are you listening to me? i was saying that i managed to get a good deal on those flights to malaysia, and here you are spacing out on me!”

a hand carding through honey coloured hair, twisting through strands usually combed back; contained, controlled, neatly into a box for later on. it settles, pulled like a magnet to the body against his front, the warmth.

he is a flower in the care of a cautious gardener, and in turn he blooms, radiant like the spring.

“my apologies dear, tell me more?”

but when the springtime ends, do not all brilliant blooms begin to wilt?

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | notes; it is officially october 2024 and, wow, getting broken up with is so not fun! however, apparently being sad makes me finally get inspo to write, that’s indeed interesting! anyways, this is rusty, but i miss nanami and writing so this is what we all get c:

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hiebies 2024 ©

[linguisticdiscovery]

What’s your hockey nickname?!

Coincidentally my dad went by “Hiebie” in high school, which matches this pattern pretty well. So I guess my hockey name would be “Hiebie” too. Or maybe “Dr. Hieb”.

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/hockey-nicknames-heavy-metal-band-names

[hiebies]

if i could hold you for a minute (i would do it again)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | desc; this is me coping with jjk 236

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | pairings; gojo -> x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist

familiarity breeds contempt- or, it would, if the familiarity wasn’t the only thing keeping the contempt away. an ugly shadow, something disfigured and maimed; grief. the apartment is clean, routine still carefully in place, even on a day that feels impossible- days that feel impossible are common, but this one makes all the other impossible days seem ridiculous.

inside this clean space are things out of place- a ‘World’s Best Teacher’ mug sat on the coffee table. an empty packet of strawberry flavoured chewing gum, metallic wrapper crunched and discarded to the side. a broken pair of circular sunglasses rest on the edge of the table, well loved and well worn.

“—said not to, but i just couldn’t resist! so i bought another bag of the frozen berries and I’ll just make room in the freezer!” the voicemail ends, a lilt to the end tone of the voice and a laugh that sounds more like a cackle. the phone in hand beeps, then asks to replay or delete the message.

fingers tap at the screen, pressing a number to play the message again. every movement is mechanical, familiarity bleeding like an open wound, the space staying exactly the same, unchanging. a temporary salve over a gaping wound, stitched together by barbed wire and sealed over with duct tape.

a body sat on a couch, accompanied by the imprint of another; still. just a body, moving through familiar motions or things that had been, but no longer are. the voicemail starts over again.

“hi baby! you didn’t pick up before, so i thought i’d do you the honour of hearing my voice like this instead- isn’t that great? i’m out at the moment—”

and eventually, it ends again too, leaving only silence.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | notes; i feel like i had my kidney cut out with a rusty spork. when did i get so fond of him im actually ill. how do i tell my teachers that i can’t pay attention to the class because i’m grieving over a fictional character. this was very self indulgent & i wanted to do something but i have such low energy rn :’) tldr; gege, when i catch you gege.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hiebies 2023 ©

[hiebies]

can i get a kiss? (your lips on mine)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | desc; to share in a gentle passion, the press of skin to skin in the most authentic way one knows how.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | pairings; clive rosfield : cidolfus telamon : dion lesage : jill warrick -> x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist : p1

kissing clive is like a bonfire in the cooler months. the smoke, his eyes, follow you from a distance and you feel it more intensely the closer you move to him, to a warm body and warmer hands. the bonfire, clive, is warming you when your bodies are close, radiating all that is important in such a moment. kissing clive is kissing a reverent man; a man who’s body is a balmy summer, who’s lips caress your lips with every press and drag. ask him, for his warmth and he will be happy to give it to you, like a child seeing the stars for the first time.

cid’s kiss is, well, electrifying. his mouth is always seeking yours- your acceptance, your adoration, your lips. he leads many people for his cause, his beliefs, what he knows to his core is right; in the same way he leads his admiration for you, for your lips and the peaceful haze they give his mind that oftentimes wanders too far. he kisses you to enforce this, to enforce that you are with him; present, tangent, physical under his hands that wander to any part of you they can hold.

dion kisses you like you hold his beating, bleeding, uncovered heart between your hands- his heart that he has ripped from the gilded cage of his ribs and presented to you; and you do hold his heart, always. he kisses you like he wants to live by the rules of that same heart, to act on those whims, always. his hand presses over your heart, pulse in his fingertips matching its rhythm, completely at the mercy of the adrenaline running through his body; stood standing, holding you, kissing you.. because kissing you is the biggest assurance he has.

lips pressed to lips, hands held and fingers laced together with her heart as airy and candy floss- this is how jill feels every time, every kiss, every taste of you she gets. a reprieve to the cold that wraps around her bones like puppet strings, a soothing pressure to her mind and soul. perhaps it is shiva’s affect or perhaps it is just her, but jill’s hands are colder than most- soothing when placed against your face to cool you off, or that in which she touches your skin to surprise you during a kiss, offering her laughter as due payment for your surprise.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | notes; perhaps i’m just,,, slightly maybe (read: very) hyperfixated on ff16 at the moment :]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hiebies 2023 ©

[hiebies]

can i get a kiss? (can you make it last forever?)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | desc; to share in a gentle passion, the press of skin to skin in the most authentic way one knows how.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | pairings; barnabas tharmr : benedikta harman : joshua rosfield : hugo kupka -> x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist : p2

kissing barnabas is like the waging of a battle. the beginning comes as the aftermath of careful planning, the cunning wit of a man all too familiar with the realities that can come from the crusades he commits to feel your lips on his. his lips are warm, dry but not chapped, at first a press of skin to skin- lips to lips, testing the waters. his hands follow his lips pressing to yours, calloused thumbs pressing and dragging over the apples of your cheeks and over your jaw. he spends his time breathing you in like the brine of the ocean air- present, yet alert to you. always you.

when joshua indulges himself in kissing you, he is always mindful, always aware, always present. his lips somehow always taste like berries, perhaps it is because of his hunger for the sweet fruit- or maybe perhaps it is because of the salve he once bought on his travels when they began to chap terribly one winter.. perhaps it is simply a combination of both. kissing him is a reprieve, a slow lull like the setting of the sun on the horizon, plush of his lips to yours and tongue tracing the seam of your mouth tentatively, as always, he tastes like berries.

benedikta’s kisses are always just a bit different from their predecessors. some are teasing and so fleeting they are simply brushes of her mouth- to yours, to your cheeks, to the tip of your nose, to your jaw; anywhere she can reach in the moment. other times the press of her mouth is incessant, coated in sticky product and leaving smears around your mouth- the direction of her tongue dragging over your bottom lip, the way she prefers to direct such a like a puppeteer would. sometimes, in quieter moments, her kisses are slow- languid, not fleeting nor incessant, lips warm and hands seeking only to cradle your face close as hearts beat together in seperate ribcages.

when he so deigns to, hugo kisses you like he is a man starved for air- like your lips against his is a sensation he cannot live without, that your lips are a need and not a want. he needs your pretty lips, puckered and puffed out as his hand squishes at your cheeks and he tips his head back in laughter, other hand resting on your waist where he has you splayed out over his lap. his kisses are like he is starved, like you are his oasis, plentiful in the bounty that is his to claim and the happiness it grants him upon stealing a kiss from your mouth.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | notes; i’m so totally very most definitely not biased at all for anyone, totally. (it’s barnabas, he gives me cuteness aggression.) i hav a pt 2 w everyone else leftover, it should b posted over next few days :]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hiebies 2023 ©

[hiebies]

it won’t be the same (you are my achilles heel)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | desc; something happens and you are different, then, i watch you walk away from me. why are you different now?

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | pairings; clive rosfield : cidolfus telamon : dion lesage : barnabas tharmr -> x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist ; p2

the morning is light, sweet like the scent of fresh rain and flowing with simple melodies- no string quartet to detail his failure to depollute himself, no staccato to lead into the cacophony of his mind; no whistle of brass instruments, not an off key scrape to even disturb him. clive can simply exist, watered down and trickling into a slow stream of consciousness instead of the typical roar of a torrent in his mind- no, the morning is sweet, as he thinks that it always should be. the pollution of noise comes in the late afternoon. the string quartet starts when you take your first step away from him, then the staccato follows the slump of his shoulders and the shaking of your head; whistling brass and off key scrapes come when you turn, walking away. the evening is dark.

dusty air fills his lungs, a strange comfort. the same cup has been sat at his desk for a week now, imprint of a lipstick stain left as the sole curse of his lack of focus. cid is a busy man, he is a stubborn man, yet he is cursed to stare at the imprint of your mouth on a week old dank metal cup. your lips, wrapped around the edge of it, choking and sputtering on a laugh as he appreciates you- the lamplight reflected in your eyes, the crookedness of some of your teeth, the curl of your lips and the crease in your brow. resplendent. he brings his own cup to his mouth, drinking in a swill of his drink until his mind hazes, even slightly when he remembers that damned lipstick stain, is all you’d left.

dion kisses you, just to kiss you- sweetness on the tip of his tongue, touch simple but perfect as he cradles your face in his hands. dion kisses you, just to kiss you and pulls away, hands sweetly placed against your cheeks and watching your eyes. watching your eyes, your eyes are wet like crushed autumn leaves on the pavement and he can feel his heart weep as he feels the seasons change; all while he watches your eyes. his hands drop from your face, now holding yours- he pulls the parts of you that are conjoined to his chest, where you both end and begin in an infinite moment; please, please don’t let me watch the seasons change again. then, the seasons stop changing all at once, you drop his hands and he knows winter will not leave him.

hearts beat, breaths mingle, fingers twist. stubble on smooth skin, dry lips to wet lips, palms of hands cradling cheeks. barnabas remembers all of this well as he finds himself at the top of the hill he’d found, watching the whisps of a memory take a tumble through strands of green. the whisps collect to form into solidity, a swirling vortex until they connect, phantom smile curling until it collapses and the image is destabilised. he finds himself then focussing on reality, on the whisps of green and the real figure further ahead; walking away, leaving. a kiss to the forehead, unsteady feet, hands wiping at wet cheeks. how can this really be for the best.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | notes; so, hi! it’s been like a week haha. this, may possibly be, the product of an angst shot i read & it had a song which i realised was by an artist i don’t mind this one OTHER song to- tldr; the up theme song was also in the mix and oh GOF MAN

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[hiebies]

₊˚⊹ welcome ! ⊹˚₊

hello & welcome to hiebies <3

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ | astra : she/her

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ | have a look at my carrd for infos !

˗ˋˏ ✰ ˎˊ˗ | multifandom : asks open!

✰ 20; sagittarius; semi-active; villain enthusiast ✰

byi | ask guidelines | abt me | mlist

[luneariaa]

DEARESTTT JADEE THANK YOUUU SM FOR THE TAG!! 💕💕🌻 instead of JJK, this time, i'm trying to write for Tekken lmao ( since the amount of fics here is still quite low?? for me at least 😭😭 ) and it's a Lars fic draft still 💗💗

“I’ll remember that, then.” Of course, you get on what he means, even some parts of you are still just as confused in a way. The sandy brown-haired Commander rests his back against the walls of the dojo nearby, not letting his gaze unwavering toward you.  That’s why you’re confused. Perhaps by his actions itself, or something else entirely..? “You gotta stop with being all sappy and stuff though. I’m gonna turn all mushy and it’s gonna be your fault.” You half-joked at him, releasing a soft breath that you didn’t even realize you’ve been holding. A lighthearted laughter came out from him, somehow realizing that his words had an effect on you. “And I wouldn’t mind that the slightest.”

tags ( no pressure! ) : @xxladyballadxx @kianaflame23 @tharmr-barnabas @hiebies @ilythecolorpink + others who wanted to join!! 💕🌻

tyty for the tag, @emelkae!

rules: post the last seven sentences you've written, then tag seven people.

this was actually never supposed to see the light of day (didn't even make it out of my notes to a doc lmao) so no title for this

How long until he himself is slain in the name of peace across the nation and finally laid to rest in waters marred by his own blood and for once not that of others? Surely the blood should be gone by now. But he can feel it, splashing up to his shoulders. Pouring down his lungs. He is wading in it. How much blood is on his hands? Too much.

open tag ofc!! buuuut for the challenge rules i'm tagging: @perpetualcynicism, @minhxiao, @frankenjoly, @legend-of-cupcake, @thirdleaflogic, @cocrante, @airbluest

[luneariaa]

aaaa tysmm for the tag dear jadee OMGG 😭💛💛💛 not really sure how this works still, buuuut-- 👀 not much drafts ( yet ) and had to do a lil digging thru my notes for this HAHAH 💕💕🌻

lunch visits ( higuruma + title may change )

the stranger at the museum ( nanami + title may change )

the clock tower ( teen! nanami + undecided yet )

random tagging ( no pressure ) : @xxladyballadxx @hiebies @ilythecolorpink + anyone who wanted to do this!! 💫

wip game!

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips.

author's note: thanks for the tag @seeingivy! ♥️ hopefully posting this list keeps me in check LOL

about love - nanami x f!reader series

What Are Friends For? - ino takuma x f!reader one-shot (to all the boys who live next door anthology series)

How Much Can You Lift, Bro? - todo x f!reader one-shot (to all the boys who live next door anthology series)

Rub You the Right Way - choso x f!reader one-shot (to all the boys who live next door anthology series)

A Helping Hand Part 2 - nanami x f!reader one-shot (to all the boys who live next door anthology series)

Crush - choso x f!reader one-shot

Teach Me Senpai! Lesson 2 - nanami x f!reader x ino

The Warrior and the Thief - Snake (Vinland Saga) x f!reader series (probably the most random one on this list LOL)

tagging (no pressure!): @pinkmirth @pseudowho @mochimooon @jadeee @if-dreams-do-come-true @dprkento @demonwoman @itsfairly

[yuuricino]

beejee Hiebies

Heebie jeebies

jeebie Heebies

[lyteatus]

Omfg can't relate enough to this

Maybe this is ridiculous notion or ‘gatekeeping’… but why can’t ace characters just, like, be ace? Like canonically ace characters (screaming between-the-lines info counts).

Why can’t they just exist in fannon as ace characters.

I get whole “heuheu I like this pairing and want them to fuck,” but how about we handle the whole ace spec part, yeah?

Ace characters deserve the same respect as het, homo and bi characters.

Plssssss let’s not diss their sexualities bc we wanna see them fuck someone