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becauseplot · 1 year ago
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literally cannot work on my main fic bc i am afraid of getting a specific pair of character's dynamic/relationship wrong. try to open the google doc and i physically recoil. ough. i just wanna write my silly block men fanfic. 0(-(
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inupibaldspot · 10 months ago
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Film through Shoko’s Lens
Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Reader
Note ₊˚⊹♡ : You’re looking through Shoko’s perspective:) clumsy!reader
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Shoko grumbles as rubbles and specks of dust fly over, a tornado forming as a foreign force destroys the house. “He is going too far again…”
“I mean… He is a show off.” Geto, who had a smile on his face, hand shading his eyes which were squinted. The debris finally stopped flying and was now settling down. “I guess he is done. Let’s go.”
Shoko walks over to see Gojo peer over the ledge as the first thing he decided to do was squabble with Utahime, she could also see Mei Mei sitting on amongst the rubble. Mission complete.
She suddenly feels a force as she peers over to see you hold her hand, fingers intertwining and a wide smile on your face. Shoko smiles back as guides you near the rubble. “Utahime— you okay?”
“Shoko—!”Utahime gleamed at the fact her friend was also on this mission as she ran up the stairs and then pulled her into an embrace. “Never become like these two.”
Shoko could almost hurl imagining to be as egotistical and shameless as her two mentioned friends. “I won’t become scums like them.” Her eyes wander to you where Gojo was now standing next to.
She watches you saying something which makes Gojo grumble and him proceeding to pull on your cheeks as you complain.Utahime and Meimei had already left the vicinity now probably headed back to Jujutsu Tech. “You guys can go ahead. I need to do some shopping in town.” Shoko says.
Geto turns around and looks over to Shoko. “Oh alright.” She hears footsteps come closer to her. “I’ll come with you, Shoko—woah-” You smile at her while walking towards her , before almost tripping over nothing as if you have two left feet.
“Holy shit.” Shoko hears Gojo shouts before he is quickly beside you, propping you up straight in the air with his hands on your collar. “I’ll come along too then. y/n might get into an accident.”
Shoko shrugs. “Ehh—? Stop being so clingy Gojo.It’s pathetic.” She says as she takes a cigarette piece from her pocket, while Geto throws her his lighter. “I can take care of y/n just fine.”
You jump in, one hand in the air, made into a fist; the other hand on your hips. “I can take care of myself just fine!” You chirped.
“The fuck you mean, Shoko?” Gojo shouts back while Shoko huffs, lighting her cigarette both completely ignoring your earlier statement. You were incompetent in taking care of yourself! “The last time I let her out with you, she roamed around the park alone and got lost!”
“I needed to go pee. What was I supposed to do?!”
“They completely ignored me, Geto…” You cry as you hold onto the tall dark haired boy’s shirt comically making him laugh. Geto brings his hands up to your head as he tousles your hair.
He turns to the side to find Gojo fuming, stomping his legs on the ground while Shoko smokes, completely ignoring the other boy. “It was kinda funny how they make you seem like a kid who can’t go unsupervised.”
“Argh— Come on let’s go.” Shoko watches Gojo walk over and grabs your hand making you give him a confused look. The white haired boy doesn’t say anything, his hands feel as if they are burning and his heart seems to accelerate at an inhuman pace. He grumbled something Shoko could not hear before she watched you smile at him.
Shoko puts down the cigarette bud on the ground and stomp it under her feet before she follows the bunch. She noticed Gojo dig out a packet of gummy bears from his pocket and wave it infront of your face.
You gleam with excitement as you jump clapping your hands together as you wait for Gojo to open the packet of sweets. Gojo smiles before he brings it up to himself to feed you the sweets, and if Shoko was seeing it right she swears she sees your cheeks bloomed with the faintest shade of red, making Gojo take a step back with mouth slightly agape. How cute!
“Satoru, don’t feed y/n too much. She has been having dental problems.” Shoko hears Geto say, making her look in your direction; there was Gojo his head placed on top of your head nuzzling into you with his arms slinging from your shoulders cooing ‘how adorable you are.’
While you were there with your face grouchy over Gojo’s weight on you and your cheeks filled to the brim as if resembling a chipmunk. This made Shoko let out a quiet laugh as warmth spewed into her heart.
She is sure in due time, Gojo will finally win you over and are sure to date; if there is any indicator last night she found you both snuggled together under a blanket on the sofa of the common room, you asleep leaning into Gojo while he plays with your finger, face full of fondness.
Geto will become stronger with well deserved respect. She will also graduate and quickly become a doctor. When she is done, maybe Gojo and you will probably be living together somewhere with fingers intertwined yet— She doesn’t want this moment to end, a moment with all four of them as she then brings her phone up to her three friends already squabbling about something followed by a thud of you falling on the ground and Geto and Gojo shouting ‘y/n—! She passed out!’ and ‘call an ambulance!’
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sweetieviktor · 1 day ago
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"it's the tradition", feat. viktor.
summary: it's christmas in runeterra and couples are sharing kisses under the mistletoe.
word count: 1.000. (yes! exactly 1k im happy with it :]
content warning: just fluff as always! :DD (written with s1 viktor in mind!!!
author notes: ITS 5AM AND IVE WRITTEN 2 FICS IN A DAY, maybe im going to die but fuck it we ball. love viktor and love xmas, i wish i could use sweaters but in brazil december is sooo hot but yeah, here it is a lil something for the holidays. hope u like it!! :)))
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whenever some holiday approaches, piltover academy is adorned in it's colour by students. it's december and the halls are decorated with reds and greens all the way, bringing joy to those who look up and see the fairy lights blinking slowly to them. christmas is coming, and so is winter.
everyone is using their thickest coats, but there's still some people who are cold, even if they are holding hot drinks to warm up both their hands and their body, or if they are rubbing their arms, creating some friction that could maybe help it, or sharing kisses under the mistletoe meticulously placed on the tree near the entrance of the academy, which have all kind of things hanging on it. some letters addressed to santa, little brilliant baubles made in all type of materials you could think of, red bows and colorful lights, all made by it's students.
you wanted to spend your day like this, enjoying over your partner's warmth under the mistletoe. well, life isn't fair. he was already working and you needed to work too, but maybe you could bring him some sweet milk and cookies on your lunch break, right?
so once the clock hitted midday, you walked to the cafeteria, the same one you and viktor got out on your first date, and ordered enough cookies for both of you. the women on the other side of the counter packed them to you, putting the little bag on your right hand, while you carried the cup of sweet milk on the other. finally, you got out, hands full, hoping that you could bring him some of the christmas spirit when leaving those in the lab.
when you made it to the academy again, it was even more crowded than earlier, students going in and out, chatting and joking around, throwing snowballs at each other and playing in the snow. and again, the couples kissing under the mistletoe. and all you could think of was him. oh, how you missed his kisses. so you hurried up, the flashy holiday themed colors in the halls blending together in an indistinguishable blur.
once you reached his lab, you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for an answer. you could feel how your heart thumped against your ribs, maybe it's the nervousness or just because you runned all the way to come here in time. “come in,” was all you could hear from inside.
you turned the door knob, pushing it so you could enter the lab. he was hunched over his desk, but once he looked past his shoulder, realizing you were the one who got in, his golden eyes immediately lighted up, just like the fairy lights, but shined even brighter when he seemed the baked goods you carried, then turning again to his work, “just wait a bit, i will finish this, ehh- hopefully soon.”
you came from behind him, leaving both the bag and the cup over his desk, “i know these are your favorites,” you put your hand on his shoulder, “and it's my break now, but soon i need to get back to work,” his hand stopped, no longer making calculations. he looked up at you, then at the papers in front of him, thinking if he should or not give in.
sighing, he let the pencil over the papers. you knew he would keep working if you didn't say it. “i guess i could give myself a break, then,” the corners of his mouth quirking up while he reached for the bag, opening it and letting the smell of the cookies bathe the place, bringing coziness alongside it. he shoved his hand on the bag, picking one up and biting onto it, humming softly when it melted on his tongue, then bringing the almost half cookie to your lips, only to put away and eat it himself.
he was laughing loudly, keeping a hand over his mouth, to prevent any crumbs from coming out. “you ain't fair,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. you knew he was just joking, but you wanted to eat too, “i brought those so we both could eat. together!”
“i know, i know!”, he said, getting the cup of sweet milk and taking a sip of it, “but it's fun to tease you. can't help it,” he shrugged, looking at your pouty expression turning into one of anger. picking another cookie, he proceeded to feed you first, your frown immediately disappearing. he was trying to not laugh again, but he couldn't contain it, as he did so, soon the frown came back to your face.
“stop making fun of me and let me eat, for jannas's sake,” you also couldn't keep your smile from growing, it was such a good atmosphere that, even if you were mad at him for stealing your cookie and laughing at you, you couldn't be mad for longer than thirty seconds.
you were laughing with him, happy with how your lunch was going, eating and talking, so busy with everything that you didn't see him fidgeting, looking for something inside his jacket pocket. once there was no more food nor milk, he cleaned his hands, bringing one over you both, holding something up. a mistletoe.
you scoffed, running your hand over your face, “really, viktor?”, you were astonished, he truly got one of those just he could have an excuse to kiss you?
“well, it's the tradition, isn't it?”, he grinned, placing his free hand on your waist, bringing you closer, “any person who's under the mistletoe must kiss, it's correct?”
“yes, absolutely correct,” you put both hands on each side of his face, kissing his lips softly, tasting the sugar on his mouth. “but you taste like milk and cookies,” you kissed him again, just to make sure you got it right, “maybe next year i will bring you more of these, so we could kiss under the mistletoe again.”
“oh, christmas may be my favorite holiday now.”
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mayon3sa · 5 months ago
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: ̗̀➛ THRIFTY
Synopsis:Having to clutch up the last round of a game is frustrating. What’s even more frustrating is getting clipped by one of the team members from the other team because they died. What happens when said clip ends up going viral and people start laughing at how the dynamic between the two strangers is. Not only does it end up going viral but it also encourages new friendships to be made through it and maybe even more than just friendships.
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THRIFTY : PATCH ONE ☁︎ USER BARBONIE273???
SERIES MASTERLIST ┊ ⋆ ┊V2: NAWT COOL(TBA)
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Playing Valorant alone was always one of your biggest fears, even though you were a professional player and had enough experience to speak up for yourself you always fell victim to the what if thoughts during certain games. Spiraling down those thoughts always seemed impossible to let go of ; Lucky something always distracted you from venturing any further into those thoughts
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, just as you were starting to worry your phone rang making you stop what you were doing and picking up the incoming call
“Y/N hop on val i’m on stream right now girly” Jirous voice rang through your phone
“I’m setting up my stream wait, in the meantime join the discord vc”
“Girl hurry up”
“Damn bro stop rushing me i’m almost done i'm fixing my mic, I’ll join the discord when i finish up bye bye”
“Hurry up if not i’m not playing with you bye bye”
Just as you were done setting up your mic you joined the discord vc to see shindo and shinsou also on the call
“I thought you guys were streaming why are you on call” you questioned
“Ehh we got bored and decided to just chill in call and hear you guys play val” Shindo said
“50 bucks y/n throws this game” shinsou said
“Haha hilarious you asshole, you wanna talk about throwing games let's talk about your two week lose streak back to back”
“Alright bro you didn’t have to do all that, just say you’re pressed and move on i guess”
“When i see you shinso it’s on fucking sight bro, bring your boxing gloves hoe”
“Or what”
“Oh my god both of you shut up, Y/N join my party i already sent the invite”Jirous voice interrupted you and shinou’s bickering
After nearly 20 minutes of you and Jirou playing you guys were approaching the end of the game with one last match having to take place in order for you guys to win the game. Saying you were exhausted was an understatement so needing some fun in the game you held a poll on your chat asking what you should do for the last round and surprisingly majority voted to play pistol only as it would’ve been fun. And that’s exactly what you decided on doing
“We should all do eco this round, with light shields and classical pistols” You had said to your team's general voice chat
“I’m down i’m getting bored of this game either way” a girl said
“Yeah i’m also down why not” Another girl said
“I mean why not we could win this round so sure” yet another girl also agreeing with your idea
“Jirou play eco this round let’s win this last round with thrifty that would be funny as hell” You commed
“Sure”
Just as the round started you lurked around b site playing around with your raze kit and knife making markings along the walls 
“Y/N there’s someone around the corner i set up cypher traps but they have guardian one tap and you're done for” jirou commed
“Relax i have roomba with me we’ll be ight”
“Y/N says that and she’s always first to die with than damn robot” Shinso said 
“Shut the hell up bro if i miss my shots i’ll get a medium to put a hex on you”
“Girl shut up and shoot 2 of them are coming to sight” jirou commed
“Damn bro y’all on my ass i know, i got it”
As Y/N as holding down b site two enemies had entered site you used paint shells as decoy and shot two of the enemies
“2 down, i think some might be lurking mid jirou tell iso to hold mid”
“Iso IS holding down mid dumbass look at mini map”
“Well not anymore she’s dead go hold down mid i’ll rotate to a”
“Shindo do you ever think about like what if dress to impress ever added a serving cunt category like imagine someone dressed up as maddie from euphoria” shinso talked into mic
“No because honestly think about it that would make the game so much better, i NEED that category added”
“I got sage, our phoenix commed 2 in a Y/N let’s rotate”
“Bro our whole team just full on died it’s just us” jirou said as she was checking player starts
“We’re winning this with hopes and dreams bro”
“Trust, trust i’ve been practicing my aim i can clutch this watch” y/n said
Just as Y/N and jirou were holding down a sight the enemy teams yoru had teleported behind jirou, though it was a good strategy on their part jirou managed to kill them, leaving the round between the enemy chamber, you and jirou. You do have to say as smart as the chamber was for using decoys they weren’t smart enough to kill jirou, they weren’t smart enough to realized you had your ultimate so just in time when they peaked you managed to kill them
‘THRIFTY’ was all that was heard as the round ended
Not wanting to leave a sour taste on the other players you left a message you thought was nice and Whitty on general chat ‘no scope :P wp’ 
“Alright jirou i think i’m gonna hop off i need to take care of my hedgehog bye jirou bye stream I'll see you guys hopefully tomorrow at the same time as today stay safe and hydrated guys”
Meanwhile…
“I FUCKING LOST TO A RAZE WITH NO DAMN GUN HOW BRO HOW” was all that was heard through bakugos stream
“AND WHAT KIND OF NAMES IS BARBONIE273?”
“THIS HAS TO BE SOME JOKE THERE’S NO WAY BRO HOW”
Just as he managed to somewhat calm down from the anger of that match he cut the clip and uploaded the rest to twitter
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A/N. AHHHHH i finally finished the first chapter im so exhausted ngl but yayyy
taglist.@twinnintwink , @sara4uuu , @captainshindo , [open just ask to be in it :))]
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kombuuuu · 2 years ago
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gwen romantic hcs or scenario please? 🥺🤲
Spidery Romance.
Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader
another bunch of headcanons (and snippets, ur favs) with my favourite girl 🤍
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GWENNBBBBB MMMWMAH HHHNG WEBEWEBWEEEHHHH
Gwen: Blue
You: Pink
Dad Stacy: Black
A cat..: Purple
mom friend this, mom friend that
how about just mommy?
is a HUGEE comfort roll in the realtionship
will do little things for you that you wouldn’t even realise
like keeping random containers because she knows you like them
jars 🫙 🤍‼️
she loves taking care of you, loves being who you go to for things
it makes her feel needed, which we know she struggles with
so she loves a partner who’s more co-dependent, like she is
“Baby?”
“Help.”
“Honey, what am I supposed to do with that?”
“Open it, please“ :(
“Oh, you sweet thing… What are you going to do with an empty pickle jar.”
“You’ve eaten all the pickles?”
“I’m… going to grow an ecosystem.”
ABSOLUTELY steals shit for you
she’s not rich, seeing as she doesn’t exacccctly live in her own universe
hey, star crossed lovers are multiversel..
so she steals
just nicks things from the mall she thinks you’ll like
little trinkets or anything small and shiny she can find
also cat figures
small, cute cats. she loves anything about them and will go out of her way to take em for you
(you think she just wants to deny the fact she loves the cats. or stealing)
your OWN little klepto cat
(you both love that game)
“Hey, Sweets.”
“Oh-! You’re home!”
“And I brought a cat.”
*gasp* “What breed !!”
“No clue, but look it’s tail moves.”
Will take you out to movie dates any time she can.
never really knew how to treat a lady so she takes notes from stupid eighties shows
will throw rocks at your window
or climb up the tree next to your house and break in even though she could just go thru the front door.
buys (steals) chocolates in heart shapes and roses to decorate your bed
it’s not even valentines she just wants too
don’t forget the candles and scented bath salts with a whole ass spa set up in your bathroom
“Baby? Wh—“
“[Name]! I missed you.”
“I missed you too, babe.”
“What are the flowers for?”
“Our anniversary’s not ‘til September.”
“Beautiful, we don’ need a reason. Just wanna appreciate you.”
smile and giggle like a little bitch? of course you will
Will eventually tell you about her spider woman endeavours
she’s guilty of hiding it from you
when you trust her so much
slipping out of your shared bed at night to go patrol feels
dirty.
She finally caved to her subconscious and spills it
you don’t freak out on her but she can tell you’re stressed
she tries to comfort you even when you have to opportunity to ruin her life
you could end it between the two of u right then and she’d forgive you
but not herself
“I’m spider-woman.”
“What?”
“The hero, [Name]. Well, vigilante I guess—“
“What the hell.”
“Baby, please. I know I should’ve told you sooner—“
“Do you know how much danger you’re in? Are you crazy? What happens if you get hurt and I’m not here? Fighting crime like that. Fighting villains.”
“I know, sweet girl, I know.”
she comforts you through it while you basically have an existential crisis in her name
you’re more scared she’s going to get hurt
or worse
than you are betrayed,
you can get why she kept this a secret
it takes you a couple week to hone down the worrying
gwen is hella patient with you 🫶
“I don’t like this. You’re putting yourself in harms way, and it’s careless,”
Guilty stare
“,But i’m not gonna stop you.”
“Thank you, [Name].”
“Please don’t die on me.”
“I won’t, baby.”
and when your finally calm you can kind of see the appeal in it
she convinces you to let her swing you around the city
and despite you both knowing you’re probably gonna pass the fuck out
you agree cause it’s cute
“Gwen.”
“Yeah baby?”
“I think—, maybe you don’t understand what I mean by ‘I don’t like heights’.”
“Wh— Oh.”
“What d’yu mean ‘Oh.’?!! You only just realised??”
“I come up here so often, it’s like a second thought!”
“It’s the fucking Empire state!”
“Ehh…”
She’ll take you nice places around brooklyn
mostly high up
to let you see the view
and to finally see you in it
she draws you any chance she gets
especially when she takes you to those places
shes been to em so often that she’s got muscle memory for the line to every building, but now she gets to trace the contour of your face around it too
will web you to the building if you ask
just so you won’t fall
“You know there’s not a single universe where I wouldn’t catch you, right.”
“There’s a first for everything,”
She snorts “Sugar—“
“I love you, Gwen. And trust you with my life. I do not, however trust wind.”
“Understandable, love you too.”
When you meet her dad he’s a little skeptical at first
only because you’re so nervous and he’s taught to be suspicious as a cop
but eventually he likes you, and you him
your both like old pals and it confuses gwen
he takes on a very fatherly position in your life
one you missed out on
gwen is ecstatic
the two people she loves the most in the world like each other
the stars aligned for her
she tells you about her struggles with him and is glad it doesn’t affect either of your relationships
“Do you treat my daughter well?”
“Dad, please.”
“Gwen, it’s okay. I’d like to think I am, sir.”
“Cause if you hurt my little girl, everything you do to her will feel a lot worse for you.”
“Dad!”
“I would never hurt your daughter Mr.Stacy, I love her. It’d be stupid of me to let her go.”
He smiled and clapped your back
*groan* “Why.”
she likes to keep you comfy
kinda has a thing for the housewife vibe
so she’s willing to do a lot for you
she’ll notice how empty it is in your house when she’s not there
it’s quiet and lonely
so totally for you (and not also her)
she’ll get you a cat
a small black american bobtail
she had found him while on patrol
saw a box left littered at the park and decided to pick it up
closer she got, more ‘mews’ she heard.
when she saw a short, stumpy looking kitten in the box
her heart melted
so obviously she took it
“For [Name].”
‘mew :3’
“Co-parenting practice.”
‘mmrp’
“God damn it.”
loves the cat with her whole heart
and so do you
you name it Peter
he’s adopted but he doesn’t need to know that
when he does something bad you threaten (emptily) to put him in back out in the street
“Go get a box, Peter. I’m gonna make your momma put you back where she found you.”
“He can’t understand you, baby.”
“Yes he can, look at how he’s looking at me!”
“See his face!? He’s so mocking me!”
:3
“Sure, baby.”
EEE 🤭🤭🤭
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st4rgiirll · 1 year ago
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piercings and tattoos
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dom!nikki x afab!reader x dom!tommy
as you can tell, i got lazy at the end 💀
warnings: p in v, mention of piercings and tattoos, mention of parties (its mötley crüe what do you expect?) threesome, blowjob
let me know if i missed any warnings!
lowercase intended!
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you opened your eyes, the bright lights shining from the open curtains. you groaned, your head was pounding and you could barely remember anything from the night before. the only thing you could remember was the massive party the crüe had, the mass amount of jack you had drunk and the coke you had snorted had kept you going for most of the night.
you felt a pain on your back, a sharp one. it was like needles stabbing into your back. you got up, wiping your face with your hands and walking to a mirror. you gasped at the sight you saw. a tongue piercing, an eyebrow piercing and a septum piercing. how had you let this happen? you huffed once more before heading into the kitchen, grabbing 5 water bottles and some asprin.
you made your way upstairs slowly, careful not to trip up the stairs. you walk into tommys room, placing an asprin and a water bottle on his bedside table before walking to nikki’s and vince’s room and doing the same. sadly walking into vince’s room caused you to see him with 2 girls along with some trauma coming out of there.
you sat down in your bedroom, mindlessly strumming your guitar to take your mind off the pain in your lower back. after a while, you heard shuffling on the landing and you walk out of your room, expecting vince but seeing tommy instead.
“why’re you up so early?” you ask, since hes not normally up at this time.
“could ask you the same thing.” he groans, rubbing his eyes.
“im up early most of the time, you? ehh not so much” you say, smiling at him.
clearly we woke nikki up from this conversation as he came out of his room.
“can you shush tommy? you’re so loud.” he says, his voice raspy from just waking up, tommy puts his arms up in frustration at this.
you laugh at his reaction before frowning, the pain on my lower back starting to really hurt.
“can one of you check my back for me? it hurts like a bitch.” you ask, turning around and lifting my shirt up a bit at the back.
you hear the boys gasp and chuckle when they see your back.
“what? what is it?” you ask worridly.
“well, you got a tattoo last night.” nikki smiles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“what? seriously?” you ask, laughing a bit.
the two boys nod at this, chuckling. you rush downstairs, tripping on the last two steps and you check the mirror by the stairs. the tattoo was nice at first, it showing lightning coming from a heart that said ‘n+t’s bitch’. when you saw that you audibly gasped.
“nikki! tommy! what the fuck!” you yell, despite the headache, you were still frustrated.
“what’s up princess?” nikki smirks, knowing what you were freaking out about.
you blushed slightly at the nickname but you quickly brush it off.
“who took me to get this done?” you ask quickly.
“we both did sweetheart” tommy chimes in.
“who d’ya think picked out the design” nikki winks.
you groan quietly, looking to the other side of the room to avoid eye contact. that was cut short by nikki putting a finger under your chin and facing you towards him.
“we think its pretty hot anyway” he smirks.
“you do?” you ask, seeking confirmation.
“of course we do” tommy adds.
“thats good then, i guess i am your bitch” you joke, seeking a reaction out of them both.
tommy takes your hand leading you into his room, nikki following close behind and locking tommy’s bedroom door.
“yeah you are y/n. our bitch, understand?” nikki says, you gulp, nodding your head as you felt heat pooling between my legs.
“i need your words y/n.” he says sternly.
“yes! i understand nikki..” you say, looking up at nikki innocently.
“good girl.” he replies, smirking.
“now lets get this party started hmm?” tommy asks, silently asking for consent.
you nod, smiling at the two as they come closer. tommy leans in, kissing you sloppily while nikki runs his hands over your thighs. you break away the kiss when nikki taps your thighs.
“can i?” nikki asks, referring to the shorts you had on.
you nod, tommy pulling you back into a kiss while nikki pulled your shorts down. he parted your legs, giving himself more access. he kissed your clit before licking a strip through your slit, making you shudder and moan in tommy’s mouth. you gasped, throwing your head back as nikki started to tongue-fuck you, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
in the meantime, tommy took your shirt off as well as your bra, kneading your tits.
“dont stop tommy! s’good!” you moan, putting a hand in his hair and tugging it.
“didnt plan on it.” he mumbles.
you didnt even feel your orgasm building until you let go all over nikki’s face, moaning out in ecstasy. you catch your breath, breathing heavily and letting out a small mewl every now and then from nikki nipping at your thighs and tommy kissing your neck.
“you ready for the fun part?” tommy smirks, looking at you with excitement written all over his face.
“yes tommy” you reply, kissing his cheek.
nikki comes up from his spot between your thighs, as much as he loved it, he wanted to be inside you more than anything. tommy positions himself infront of you, taking his pants and shirt off while nikki does the same but behind you.
“now, get on your hands and knees pretty girl” nikki says, pressing on your back slightly with his warm hands, while you obey.
he lines himself up with your pussy, his tip running through your folds causing you to let out a loud moan of his name. tommy starts to jerk himself off a little before putting his cock infront of your lips, tapping them. you open your mouth, eager to taste him. you cant help but moan at the taste of him in your mouth.
before you could even start moving, tommy grabs your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. while nikki grips your hips, pushing himself into you, groaning slightly at the feeling.
“you’re so tight, s’ tight for me hmm?” he hums, slapping your ass when you dont answer.
you moan at the contact, lifting off of tommy’s cock to reply.
“yes nikki! tight just for you!” you moan out, before sucking tommy off again.
you feel the coil in your stomach get tighter, telling you that you were close.
“m’ so close” you mumble, muffled by tommy’s cock.
“think shes close nikki” tommy laughs, letting out a groan.
nikki starts to go faster at this, hitting your g-spot almost immediately. you can feel it become tighter.
“gonna cum!” you moan.
you cum, and shortly after tommy and nikki do too. your legs give out, causing you to collapse on tommy.
“m’ tired” you mumble, cuddling into tommy.
“i know, lets get you a bath and then you can sleep” tommy says, you agree wanting the two to take care of you.
they run you a nice bath, washing your hair and body for you. when you get out, they dry you, giving you one of nikkis shirts and tommy’s pajamas pants.
you leave the bathroom, wobbling but making it to the bed without falling completely. you smile as you feel the bed dip either side of you, the feeling of arms wrapping around you was enough to lull you to sleep.
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zippidi-dooda · 6 months ago
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Overblot design ratings starting at the bottom
DISCLAIMER: everything is ranked higher than Leona cause his toes
7) Score: 6.5/10
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I think this is self explanatory-put shoes one, cause 1: ew, dirty floor may step on a nail and 2: you got long nails, if you stub a toe, the nail will break or be pushed back into toe and it will hurt, though I will say I like the "tights" or ink covering the legs and ankle bangles. The stitched rags are a cool idea but compared to other designs, it doesn't exude fear or an aura of power. I like the upper half though, it suits you and I like how the fur across the shoulders represents Scar's mane. The hair and makeup is nice, but the makeup is lacking compared to others.
6) Score: 6.8/10
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The makeup is amazing, love the addition of the crown->that plus the shell necklace are a lovely representation of Ursula. I was surprised and happy to see this ob transformation but it's kinda just a darker version of Azul's merform to me so lacking a bit of creativity, still like it though
5) Score: 7/10
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Admittedly this design is very plain compared to even the two before him, but it gains bonus points for changing flame color based on emotion like Hades' hair, the hair here is also styled just like Hades' so if we think about it, someone could have literally blowed his hair out during the battle like happened to Hades, plus I like the mask, similar to the masks that light up when you talk which is fitting for Idia's chatacter
4) Score: 8.3/10
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Shoes are freaking amazing, the snatched waist, the tight fitting ... uh skirt, dress (?), the dangly jewelry, amazing, love baggy-Jammi but Jamil needs to wear more slick clothes like this, black and blood red suit him, makeup is great, inky chin pubes are ehh, turban is a bit over the top but it represents Jafar when he first gets his power which is fitting and the medusa hair is also representative of Jafar's transformation and looking at Jafar's dialogue we now know that deep down Jamil loves puns which is great. Will say that although each character gets a skin tone alteration when the ob, I found Jamil's most apparent and he kinda just looks ashy, but still a great design
3) Score: 9.3/10
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So when I first saw this, I hated his crown, sun, peacock headdress thing but seeing it more and more, it's kind of fitting, Vil is the only one who could rock something so "extra" (I mean that in a nice way, idk the right word for it), and if it represents a peacock it matches with the feathers on his legs, and I guess the claws do too. Honestly, I think this design was more inspired by the Evil Queen in Snow-white and the Huntsman (I may be wrong on that, don't quote me) but again, it is very fitting for Vil as a character. The subtle hints of red are nice, love the crown and the puffed sleeves and the dark veil. All of it is very grandiose and regal very queen, very Vil, but the dirty collar peaking out (and kinda the sleeve style) reminds me of Snow White which can be fitting for both the Queen and Vil because they both hate the one people praise but are always overshadowed by them, no matter what they do people will remember and connect them to the one they hate, even if they had succeeded in getting rid of them. The corset's okay, just shows that the rose has thornes, makeup's okay looks like his dorm crown and makeups nice but not much else
2) Score: 9.8/10
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He is adorable. Should I be scared, yeah probably, but he looks like an edgy cupcake I love it. Has one of the best makeup designs, love that the crown stays but just becomes more deadly, love the choker, love the spiked collar, love the high boots, his heart is displayed for all to see, double belts are always a safe bet, the painted roses represent the queen how things went wrong, the thorny vines wrap around him showing how sharp his words can bite, and the cards hanging from him, dyed in black like him are a lovely addition to the ensemble because it represents how even when gone mad, the Queen's soldiers dutifully followed her orders and came to her defense which, if Ace hadn't done anything, would be exactly the case for all the Heartslabyul students when Riddle overblotted
1) Score: 10/10
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I mean, come on now, look at him. I love the minty skin tone here its representative of Maleficent and really suits him. The cape shifting from purple to thorny green flames is also representative of Maleficent at the end of the film which I love, the crossing cage on his chest and under his skirt reminds me of the gates/windows/doors patterns of the time Sleeping Beauty is based in and we know he love architecture so points there, the style of the shoes/tights also look like the style if the time a little dorky but cute. He wears bangles and ink runs up his shoulders but I think it's interesting his arms and hands are mostly uncovered which is uncommon in almost all of the ob forms. The design of his corset is nice, don't really get the point of the belt tied in front but hey if it come down to it, grab and throw him over your should then sprint away, he'll be thrown off for a second but greatly angered afterward but hey distraction. The hair brushed back really seems to make him look more royal than he normally does which is nice and we can see his scales which are perfectly enhanced by the makeup outlining them. Now, I do like the green glowing between the plates of his tail but seeing the same pattern going on in his horns throws me off since I think I got too used to seeing his normal horns, his horns do look longer here but I'm not entirely sure that's true or if its just an optical illusion cause of the colors. Overall, the true extent of his strength and power are showcased clearly in this form which I think is great, and I see his cape is still dragging on the floor despite his height and the fact that he's floating so I need to see him walk down the stairs and swish his cape around like Mother Gothel
And that's it, what ranking would you give these Overblot forms? Which one would you wear?
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how does dying feel. Is it nothing, a sudden darkness, or do you bleed slowly, feeling every ounce of pain? Later, in the story, when Hamilton can 'switch' between the scene and the world, can he do it while getting shot? Or is he forced to endure the suffering? Does burr ever feel sorry for subjecting Hamilton to that? Or, more likely, does he ever stop feeling sorry?
Okayyyy some crispy questions in the mail 👁👁
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It's gonna be quite the soup of text so uh. Open the read more for answers!
Before we talk about the technicalities of Dying, I wanna clear up how mortal injuries in general work in this story!
All "Scripted" injuries [like Lee getting shot, literally anyone getting shot] would only appear as bloody and bruised and stuff in "in universe [according to script]" view, while if one is stage aware or in the view of the stage, it wouldn't appear affected. Though whatever they see, if they get injured in script, they would feel it physically. So. Ouch.
So to answer the first question, I guess you could say you'd feel every bit of it until the script says otherwise. Or uh, if you die on the spot you just. Black out. Your consciousness gets shut off/you essentially get put to sleep — pray they shut it off entirely or you'll have to... stare into darkness for a bit in pain.
Second question! Does Hamilton get to avoid the pain? Weeeell,,,, he does have the option to flip to stage view at will if he tries, but as disclosed before, he would unfortunately still feel it. And considering it also affects how he feels physically, I believe he wouldn't have enough energy to flip to the stage, unless he does so during the melody-less monologue. Even then, the impact of the "shot" would most likely fuck up his workings, so he miiiight get a bit of an unpleasant flickering before finally setting into in universe view while he uh. dies. He'll feel being shot and be able to see himself bloodied for a bit. not fun!
Ultimately he's not... "actually" wounded though, as again the physical effects only apply to the in universe. And it should ease up nearing the end of tw3e. That's... good???
Third. Would Burr feel sorry?
Of. Of course he'd feel sorry— hell, he already does according to script. and after getting the knowledge that the pain is not entirely tied down to the script, he'd feel Worse. I like to think that Burr interrogated Hamilton on the details of this dknfkdrjkr
Does he ever stop feeling sorry?
Ehh. Ehhh. As long as Hamilton still feels pain he feels sorry. I imagine. But they both understand that's to be expected, so try not too get to caught up in that, we have a narrative to tamper with!
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ferg0s · 2 months ago
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heyy! just wanna start off by saying that I love your works!!
ideas for short requests that you asked for:
finding out that their s/o:
- is hyper flexible
- is a horrible singer
- is a good cook
- can speak many languages
got these off the top of my head so feel free to do this for whatever fandom you’d like!! (these may be more like headcannons but ehh)
have a good day/night!
old habits die hard so im gonna be doing the GOM from knb :(
Aomine:
Aomines version of a perfect night was going to his favourite park and playing basketball until his feet melted into the concrete of the court. It was what kept his head clear, tired him out after a long day of feeling restless and gave him an excuse to impress his new girlfriend. He was like a child showing you how fast they can run, thinking that was the epitome of strength. He'd drag you out to the court, begging and pleading with the same phrase; 'only one game, i promise - ill get you ice cream after'. Which you had come to learn was a lie. You would be there until he had dunked on you at least 35 times.
Again, you found yourself acorss the court from him. He had decided to be gracious today and agreed to a half court game. Dribbling the ball in his hands, alternating it between his legs, he gave you a smirk. You had been getting better, due to the involuntary lessons you got by playing with him, and he had decided to get a little more serious with you in that regard.
"You sure?" He says, a smirk on his face. You roll your eyes and get ready to defend the ball from going into the net behind you. Bending your knees and putting out your hands - like he had taught you. "Shut up and move already-" you reply back.
He did tend to get carried away from time to time, apologizing by letting you get a point in after. Which is why your games mostly ended in ties. It was just natural for him to be competitive, and better than you. He moved forward, faster than you could react, his eyes mapping out a perfect set up for a shot. In the split second it took you to register what was happening, you panciked and moved without thinking, side stepping infrot of him - but he had already accounted for that. Any experienced player would know that getting so close would cause a collosion and a subsequent foul - but how could you know? It seemed to happen in slow motion, watching his body get closer to you as his elbow got closer and closer to your face. In a last ditch effort, you began to lower your head. He saw the same unfolding infront of him, not being able to stop the flow of his body mid move. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the feeling of your nose against the tip of his elbow, thinking of ways he would apologize to you afterwards. Did he even have enough money for that? What if he didnt? Whats the cheaptest item at that stupid hello kitty store you like? Fuck - none of them were cheap!
His body came to a hault, finally stopping. He began to frantically look around, trying to find where you had landed while ignoring the pain - wait, there was no pain. He waited for the pain to travel up his arm bone from the tip of his elbow, but nothing happened. Did you manage to back away in time, or was his tolerance for pain just that strong?
"Help me up!"
He looked down, his eyes meeting yours. It took a good minute of him looking at you to figure out what had happened. His eyes travelled down your face and to your legs - both of them in a perfect line spread out. You had done the splits last second to avoid being knocked over by him.
"Help me up, jackass!"
He puts the ball in one hand, resting it on his hip as he aside reached down to grab your hand, helping you stand back up. "Are you okay?" He asks. "Yeah-" you say as you bend down to dust off your pants, "I used to do gymnastics when i was a kid - guess i still had it in me," you chuckle as you straighen back up. He stares at you for a second as the words process in his mind, a smirk slolwy forming when the words finally set in.
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"-yeah, thats so cute," he says, dejected and unamused, as you hold up another overpriced toy infornt of him. He should have known this would happen - you weren't the type to not call out his bullshit. He should have known better than to make that stupid comment after helping you up, now being forced to fund another trip to that stupid store as punishment.
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Midorima:
If his horoscope told him to travel to Egypt and open a stall in a bazaar, just so he would get his luck for the day, he would. Without question. You had learned to accept his little quirk very early on. Red brought bad luck today? You would walk 30 minutes with him becuase the bus seats had a hint of red in them. Red was goodluck today? You would spend an extra 30 minutes waiting for the next bus because that one had red stripes on the chairs. It was a never ending cycle of how your life could be more difficult than the previous day.
Todays horoscope? Avoid unpleasent sounds. Sometimes, the horoscopes worked in your favour. Making an impromptu date for you and him. His idea was to spend the day having a picnic a nearby park close to a zen garden, saying the gongs they chimed at every hour would bring goodluck. You suggested a karaoke bar, saying music was the opposite of unpleasent sounds.
"You're right-" he said, squinting his eyes as if he's made a scientific breakthough. You didn't need to tell him twice, before you could evern suggest a place to go, he had your hand and was dragging you out with him.
You saw it as a cute date with your boyfriend, whereas he was treating it like a life or death matter. He paid extra for the privacy booth, with better sound proofed walls which was away from the main area. "I do not need other people's voices giving me bad luck-" he stated as he took out the extra yen for the upgrade. Once he had paid, he rushed to get in the booth, trying to cover his ears as he walked past the other people singing, you following behind him, trying not to laugh at the sight.
"What should we put on?" You ask as you begin to shuffle through the cataloge of music. He shrugged. "Something pleasant," he replied, looking at the screen as he watched you go by each song. "Micheal Jackson-" He suddenly stated. You turn to him, confused as to why he picked Micheal Jackson of all people. "He's a virgo. Virgos and Cancer are supposeded to be very compatible today-" he stated, looking at you if that information was as obvious as the sky was blue. "okay-" you sigh, "Micheal Jackson it is-"
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Though he told himself he wouldn't do it, he would often look at his and your sign compatibly of the day. Something he felt guilty about because he didn't want that to dictate his feelings towards you. For the most part, they were very compatible. Enough to where he stopped checking that section of the cataloge a majority of the time. But today he checked it - out of curiosity more than anything. He tried to ignore the words written today as he was walking with you to the karaoke bar. He figured that there was a double meaning to it, he hadn'r read in between the lines or maybe he had read the wrong one entirely.
He didn't want to belive that your sign would cause his sign a great deal of pain today as it was stated.
But as he sat in the booth, mic lowered in his lap, eyes glued on you as you passionately sang the lyrics that were displayed on the screen, he realized that the horoscope was right. It was like listening to nails on a chalkboard, a dying cat, a screaming baby and garbage disposal all at once. Oh god, it was horrible. And it seemed to get worse the more passionate you got. In his pursuit to get away from unpleasent noises, he had trapped himself with it. Paradoxical.
In that moment, as you sang the lyrics of 'Bad' by Micheal Jackson, repeating the phrase 'i'm bad', he resisted thr urge to say 'yes, you are'.
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Kagami:
Despite his athletic abilities and accomplishments, Kagami belonged in the kitchen. With the 'kiss the cook' apron you had gotten him for his birthday that he adored, and a spatula in his hand. In another life, he would be cooking with the greats like Gordon Ramsey, but he was stuck being his dumb culinary gifted self. His love language was cooking - as shown by the meals he would make for you, and the weight you had gained.
"I don't want people to think I starve you," he had replied to your remark about your weight gain. When you tried to explain that you wanted to cut back , he looked at you terrified. "Is my cooking bad?" He asked worried, mentally trying to figure out where he had gone wrong and what he had to fix. Too much salt, too little maybe? He couldn't comprehend why you wouldn't want to eat what he made for you, not after all the hours he spent making a separate protion for you to your taste preferences. Less spice, more spice, more sugar - you name it. You wanted vegetarian? He would make the same dish, but a separate vegetarian verison for you.
So when he had walked in on you in the kicthen after he came back from practice, he was surprised to see you wearing his apron, eyes glued to one of hs recipe books as you mumbled the ingredients and steps written in it. He put his gear down and walked towards you. "What are you doing?" He asked. You look up, not realizing that he had come back. "Oh-" you had the look of a child getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to. "Nothing - i just wanted to make dinner tonight," you smile, "My treat tonight - you told me how hard practice has been getting so I wanted you to rest,"
Kagami had always been the one to cook, especially after practice, it was his way of winding down. It was his therpay. He tried to think of the last time you had cooked... realzing you had never. You usually were his assistant anytime you were in the kicthen. Always just chopping whatever he needed or getting whatever utensil he needed at the moment. As much as he wanted to tell you he had been thinking about the new roast beef recipe he saw online all pratice, he sighed, giving you a smile. "I'd love that-" he said, trying to hide hwo his heart fluttred at the thought of you doing something like this for him. He was used to being the one cooking, to be cooked for had his stomach doing flips.
But the once cute thought of you moving around the kitchen making something for him turned sour when he saw you actually cooking. He was a very by the books person, measuring everything down to a tee, using proper measureing tools to do so. He was sitting on the kicthen island, ready to step in when you needed help - but at that moment he was trying his hardest not to jump up and hand you a measuring spoon.
"How much is a 1/2 cups?" You ask as you glance up from the cooking book and to him. "Half a cup... from the measuring cup," he replied. But his answer fell on deaf ears as you grabbed the carten of heavy cream and began to pour it directly into the pot. Stopping to examine the amount, and adding a bit more. 2 teaspoons of salt, you just began to haphazardly put salt in, testing some of the pasta sause on a spoon, before adding more.
"Are you following the recipe?" he asked, trying not to sounc condecending as he forced a smile on his face. "Of course-" You scoff as you stir the pot. It seemed like you were taking the recipe as a suggestion more than a step by step instruction on how to make teh dish. Making up your own protions, not even bothering to step near the drawer with the measuing tools. He wouldn't admit it, but he had a micromanaging problem. Especially when it came to cooking. He would turn into a back seat driver, only for cooking, when someone else even thought about stepping near a heated surface. In an attempt to control himself as to not break your heart, he excused himself to go take a shower. Hoping that the nightmare would be over by the time he came out, preparing himself to put on a fake smile and eat all of what you had made, hoping there were leftovers in the fridge from the night before.
Sitting at the dinning table, he watched you bring in the plate of creamy garlic pasta. One of his favourite dishes. It smelled good, but most pasta was deceiving when it came to smell. The presentation was good. You sit down acorss from him, waiting for him to take a biite. He looked at the food, trying to mentally prepare his stomach for whatever concoction you had made him. He grabbed the fork, taking a hefty amount -only to make you happy - lifting it up and giving you a smile. "Bon appetite," He said, his voice a little uncertain. He looked at the food again, bringing it to his mouth, closing his eyes to brace himself for the taste. He put the fork in his mouth, not knowing what to expect.
"Oh my god-" he said, his eyes wide as he chewed the pasta. He looked shocked, as if he hadn't expected the taste. You stiffen up, a look of worry washing over your face. "Is it bad?" You frown. He looked at you, still chewing. "This is fucking delicious!" He said, mouth still full as he chewed.
And it had been. Better than his own. He didn't realize how hungry he was until he had swallowed the first bite. It was perfect, the perfect balance of all the flavours. He practically inhaled the entire pot you had made, leaving none for you.
It had taken him years to perfect his craft, years of failed and disgusting dinners in order to get him to where he was. But he figured some people were born with it. The way you would just measure with a glance, judge based off taste alone, and never doubted yourself when you carelessly added spices. Using the recipe books as a friendly suggestion while he read it like the gospel.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a littlr jealous of your talent.
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Kise:
Given his job, he travelled a lot. He prided himself in the fact that he had visisted so many countries, often bragging that he had picked up on some of the languages, self proclaming himself as a polyglot. Often showing off the minor phrases he had learned from the various countires he had visited. He knew it added to his charm, a good looking man such as himself complimenting a girl in a varity of languages.
Though his pronunciation was terrible, and the words he said often didn't grammatical make sense in that language, no one corrected him on the account that they didnt know the language and didnt know what the fuck he was saying. And he took every opportunity to show off his talent - if you could call it that.
Arriving in Dubai for a shoot, with you next to him, he knew this was the perfect opportunity to not only spoil you but to also woo you off your feet with his arabic. Though most of the people you two encountred spoke to you in english, he still used every opportunity to sneak in a little arabic in the conversation. Earning a polite nod from the person he was talking to, who was trying to figure out what he had just said, but he was too engrossed in his act to notice that.
He tried to steady himself as he stood barefoot in the sand, trying to hold the reign of the horse next to him, but the sweat forming in his hand made the leather slippery. They had been out in the sun for hours, and the ecessive clothes he had on did not help. He had hoped that they would have atleast put him something topless. The horse next to him neighed loudly, trying to move, making him break his pose. The photographer yelled for a break, instructing the horses caretaker to calm it down, giving them a few minutes rest. You walk up to him, with a small towel in hand. "You look good-" you say as you hold it out for him. He takes the towel and wipes his hands. "Its hot as hell-" he groaned. "I think I might faint fron dehydration-" and it was true. Though the clothes didnt show it, he had been sweating like crazy from standing in the sun for so long. He looks around, hoping to find someone to ask for some water. One of the assistants walk past him, holding a bottle of water. He turned to you. "Can you get me a water, please?" he asked. You look over to the man he was looking at, noticing the bottle aswell. "I don't know where they put them-" "Its okay-" he smiled. Time to impress you, once again.
He called out to the man in broken arabic. The man only looking because he heard him speak. Kise began to - try to anyways - ask him for a bottle of water. His pronunciation sounding better in his head. But he got the message across.
"water-" was the only semi coherent thing he was saying.
The man, after listening to him repeat this sentence a few times, replued back, asking if he wanted water. But it confused kise, it didn't sound like the arabic he was used to. The little arabic he did understand. He was about to just flat out ask in english, until you spoke up.
"Can you bring us two waters please?"
The man nodded, walkming away to where they had moved the water. Kise looked at you, confused. You look over at him. "Different dialect, im guessing Moroccan," you say casually, "I'm guessing that why he didn't understand you."
"Since when do you know arabic?" Kise asked, shocked at the sudden revalation. "I went to school with a lot of Arabs-" you shrug. "And you never told me?" He asked. You just shrugged. "I dont know much anyways-"
Which he came to find out was a flat out lie.
The entire trip consisted of him watching you effortlessly communicate with the locals, often stepping in to say what he was trying to say.
On the airport back, he let out a scoff while smiling. "I can't believe you never told me-" he said as he looked at you. "Didn't think it was that interesting," you shrug. Arriving at the check in counter, he hands your tickects and passports to the man behind the counter. The man accidentally ripped the edges of one of the tikcets, mumbling to himself as looked down at the rip. You reply back to the man, who seemed to perk up when he realized that you understood him. A sight that Kise had gone used to, the locals seeming impressed when you spoke the language - and though you didn't admit it - very fluently.
He smiled as you, taking pride in the fact that you sounded so beautiful when you spoke. The man and you talked for a bit, waving him goodbye when he had checked you in. Making your way to teh first class lounge, Kise turned to you. "What dialect was that? I didn't recognize it," he asked. "Oh that wasn't arabic. He spoke Dari-" you replied.
Kise froze. "what?" he asked confused. you stop and turn back to him. "Persian," you say, "Now c'mon, im starving, i want something to eat."
The whole flight back consisted of Kise asking you how many other languages you knew. Wondering how linguistically confused your kids would be groiwng up.
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kise definitely yells Free Palestine on da top of his lungs. and i lub him for that.
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msue0027 · 2 months ago
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Can i be picky, pricky, mean and bitch a little? Pretty please?
So, I've watched x-men apocalypse (wow, I'm soo early to this party). It was nice, and look, there's my country (so of course I'm gonna have opinions). And well. I've been reading fanfics, and as i skim thru the tags i see Nina Gurzsky, and then again, and hm again, and who tf is Nin... Oh, NINA, as in Erik's daughter. Wait, Gurzsky?
What kind of surname is that? Because it's not Polish. (but we can fix that.)
I know in comics Magda is of Romani ancestry but i don't remember it being mentioned in the movie? So i guess she's polish-polish. And "Gurzsky" looks like she's 4th or 5th generation of emmigrants to america, has let everyone pronounce the name anyhow which led to diff spelling, and doesn't speak polish anymore.
(Really, who came up with that name, I'd like a word. What was your reasoning, your reasearch, the background you came up for Magda? Maybe it makes sense and is justified to be like that? Maybe I'm wrong, don't have all the info, misunderstood something? Then I'm really sorry.)
Nonetheless, let us begin. Gurzsky
So i guess anglophones just skip this surname all together, but let's try to read it. It would be something like goo-zh-ski or goor-zz-ski. Both are bad and hard to pronounce. Why is the "z" there? Why complicate it unnecessarily? Let's drop it (some ppl would do it anyway, even if it being there was justified, it's called simplification and it happens when there's many hard consonats next to each other, or something, i'm half asleep). My brain did it intuitively upon reading this name. It shouldn't be there. There's no reason i could see. So it's Gursky now.
Ehh. How many times? "-ski" is traditional ending of a polish surname, and used to indicate nobility. "-sky" is traditional transliteration from cyrylic alphabet, it's for the russian surnames. (And the ending "-sky" came there from Poland.) (I'm very passionate about that, sorry not sorry. But don't get me started at another polish surname "-cki" bc americans always pronounce it wrong. That “c” is separate letter and not just “k”, and i don't think i can find corresponding sound in english language (so you might be forgiven) and i don't want to bombard you with IPA (never mind, next day me kinda wants, so, it’s like “ts”, or german “z”), especially that it's not main topic of that post. But really, you could put some effort. We know the language is very different from your own, with weird sounds, but please, try. We're gonna love you for that. For one word. Anything really. Well, you already know “kurwa”, so maybe one more. Sorry, i digress.) So, it's "-ski", but not really. This type of surname changes based on gender. "-ski" is masculine, and "-ska" is feminine. Yes, not always, there are women with “-ski” and men with “-ska”, but then it does not flex at all (same form for both genders). You just have to ask. But that's minority. So now it's Gurska.
And surnames don't have to follow general rules of orthography and flexion, they can have their own unique spelling and way of decletion, you need to ask the bearer of the name. But. They still usually do. So looking at that name? It begs to be the deriving from mountains: góry. So it should be Górska. Pronounced: goor-skah. Now it is a Polish name. A good one.
So. I'm gonna use this name for that little family. It's canon for me now. Magda Górska and Nina Górska, and Erik was going under Henryk Górski. (Kinda cute if you ask me.)
Oof, I'm done. That was long. Thanks for coming to my little ted-talk, hope you enjoyed :))
(ps. i have rewatched scenes set in Poland, and Erik actually intrudeces himself as Henryk Górski, which means i was right but also why have a made this long-ass analysis? It was fun tho, and too much of my half asleep brain power went into this not to post it.)
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ryuichirou · 7 months ago
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Some replies! Mostly about weird dicks and ehh having kids I guess…
characharing asked:
''Is Ruggie's grandma packing?'' OF COURSE SHE IS, ANON, GILF RIGHTS
Yesss!! POWERFUL GRANDMAS OF TWST!!
Anonymous asked:
Somtimes i feel like when I leave this blog for a few days, idia gains like, 270 new kinks
Exactly, now imagine how Idia feels. Every new day should feel like a holiday, but he sure is struggling lol
Anonymous asked:
Yesss, Riddle gets to savor all the exotic dicks whether he likes it or not as the Queen intended. Wonder which one he'll like the most? I feel like Deuce might also join in but probably by accident
I am a romantic at heart, so I would assume that Riddle’s favourite one would be the long, supple and slippery eel one. It just sounds right. 😌 It’s also probably the most unpredictable because it moves, and Riddle hates unpredictability, so we get a perfect match.
Deuce would definitely join in by accident, and he would probably feel kind of guilty for enjoying the exotic dick so much… maybe because of how much adrenalin and panic he felt when he experienced knotting for the first time, but his body reacts very strongly to Jack now. And experiencing one of the tweels would feel so weird that it would actually fry his brain for a couple of hours…
Che’nya should visit NRC more often. For no reason in particular, he just should.
Anonymous asked:
On the topic of parents, I was asking myself who would be the most likely to raise a kid together in canon in the future, and I think that if Kalim has kids he will definitely rope in Jamil, no matter the kind of relationship they have. His life would be even more at risk as the head of the Asim, so I can imagine he would try to get someone he can trust to become the legal guardian of his child/children in case something happens to him, and we all know that there is no one he trusts as much as Jamil. "And when I'll die you'll take care of them" "When!?". I don't know, it's just kind of funny to think about how even without Kalim, Jamil would still be stuck with the kalimlings (who probably don't even get along with da-, I mean, uncle Jamil)
Oh there is absolutely no chance for Jamil to get away from nurturing another Kalim, even if the first Kalim hires 10 nannies for the kid. For the sake of protection too.
“When I’ll die” lol so ready to kick the bucket and leave Jamil with kalimlings…what a word 😭 Jamil’s entire life is Kalim. Even if Kalim is gone, Kalim is still there. Maybe Kalim will do what his father did and leave 30+ kalimlings behind just so uncle Jamil doesn’t get lonely.
Anonymous asked:
out of the twst cast, who do you think would selfishly ~baby trap~ their partner? like tbh i don’t see floyd as the type, if anything a baby would make him fuck off lol
Yeah, a baby would absolutely make Floyd fuck off lol Which is ironic, because while I don’t see Riddle as someone who would necessarily do it, he gets pretty unexpectedly unhinged sometimes… I don’t see it, but I don’t not see it if that makes sense. It wouldn’t be a premeditated decision; it’s more like a crime of passion. If he manages to make a baby with magic somehow… the chances are super low, but considering how unstable Floyd can make him, never zero lol
To answer your question properly, I can’t think of many options to be honest, but two characters who came to mind first would be Malleus and Azul. My reasoning for Malleus: lay an egg => demand attention.
And Azul would do anything to tie a person to himself if he needs to; a baby would bring a lot of unnecessary expenses, but if nothing else works, putting a bunch of eggs inside his lover’s body is always an option. Wow, both of them are egg related…
We are talking about the boys here, but I feel like even if Azul was a lady, he wouldn’t want to get pregnant herself. The world would hear the most menacing “I’ve already paid the surrogate, Idia-san” ever.
Ortho could do it in a yandere scenario, I think. Sebek and Kalim are also suuuuper not likely, but somehow more likely than the rest of the boys.
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37 for v and vik
11 for handers
Hiiii! Thank you so much for the prompts! I'm gonna write the Handers one in a second post (will tag you) but here's the V and Viktor one 😊
36. A kiss without a motive
CW mentions of sex and drug use (none happening on screen) and large age gap (obviously).
I'll put the fic below the cut 😊 The boys are falling in love!!
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Through a series of clicks and hisses the clinic door slid open and the security gate followed. Heavy boots pounded the concrete floors and the scent of clove smoke overtook the sterile air. Viktor knew who it was without even looking up from the boxing match playing out on the tiny screen in front of him.
"Hey, V," he called out, taking a swig of bourbon from the bottle on his desk. "You in for a tune-up?"
"Guess you could say that," V replied, coming up behind him to rest his hands on his shoulders and chin on top of his head.
A smile crept over his features at the contact and he paused the playback to lean back and look up at him. "What's up?"
"You got time for me?"
"For you? Always. Well, usually."
"Who's winnin'?" V asked, nodding to the frozen image on the monitor in front of them.
"Good question. Seems pretty evenly matched. I've got money on the girl on the left though, she's got a killer right cross."
"Think I could take her?"
"Ehh, keep practicing those punches, maybe. Or upgrade your arms. No one's fighting fair these days. Speakin' of, you here to talk business or pleasure?" His hands came up to rest on V's, gently stroking over his skin with a hum.
"Hmm, let's call it a bit of both?"
"Okay, now I'm intrigued. Let's hear it."
V took a step away to give Vik some breathing room and pulled a small vial from his pocket. He tossed it to the older man who caught it in one hand, examining the viscous, dark fluid inside. "Need some help with an analysis," he said, coming back to stand at Vik's side.
"What the hell is it?"
"Blood."
"Whose?"
"Don't worry 'bout that. It's a favor for a friend."
Vik sighed, turning the vial over in his fingers. "You've got some strange friends, V. You know that?"
"Yeah. Tell me 'bout it." He gave a wry half smile and a shrug.
Rolling himself over to the workbench, Vik snapped on a pair of nitrile gloves and went about prepping a sample. "What am I looking for? Drugs? Toxins? Infection?" he asked as he loaded a small amount of blood onto a slide and slipped it into the scanner.
"Dunno," V replied, taking a seat on the desk, legs dangling. "Anythin' weird."
"Very specific," Vik said, rolling his eyes and slipping on a pair of reading glasses as he looked over the initial results on the display. "Well, it's definitely human. That's a start."
"Anything off?"
"Mm. Not sure. There's a few irregularities. I'll run some more tests."
He could feel V's eyes boring into the side of his head, could catch the slight smile on his lips in the reflection of the monitor.
"What?" he said, finally glancing over at him.
"Nothin'. Just think you're cute when you're workin', that's all."
"Cute?" he scoffed, features twisting in dismay. "Not cool? Or ruggedly handsome? I'll take any of those over 'cute'."
"Nah, cute works." He hopped down from the desk, coming up behind Vik once again, draping his arms around his shoulders and pressing his cheek up against his.
"V..." he warned
"Hmm?"
"Work now, play later," he said, even as he relaxed under V's touch.
"Didn't I just say business and pleasure?" he asked, lips pressing into Vik's neck.
Vik turned his attention back to the monitor for a moment before he reached up and pulled off the glasses. "Gonna take a while anyway. Might as well make yourself comfortable," he said, swiveling around in the chair to face V.
V took that as an invitation, leaning down to plant both hands on Vik's thighs while he moved in for a kiss. "I like the way you think, old man," he murmured, warm, spiced breath tickling his skin.
"I dunno if we've got that kind of time."
"Hmm?" V asked, lashes fluttering over dark, half-lidded eyes.
Vik's hand cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over the deep scar there. "You know."
"Woah, hey, just wanted some affection, I can keep it in my pants." He chuckled, pressing another kiss to his cheek.
Somehow that surprised him. "So... not that kind of pleasure?"
"Missed you," V said softly. "Been busy. Been a while since I just got to... y'know, relax."
Thus far their relationship had consisted of more than a few rushed nights and stolen moments. Their friendship was intact and their business relationship just as healthy, but it was merely sex that filled in the gaps. Wonderful and exciting as it was, that little voice remained in Vik's mind that nagged at him that he was just a convenient bedfellow. V, after all, was a free bird a third his age, the possibility that there was more to it than that seemed exceedingly unlikely. And yet...
"Missed you too."
"Bet you were busy as hell. Heard there's been a lot of action lately."
"Sure. No complaints here. Never can have too many eddies. You know how it is. Still found plenty of time to wish you were here, though."
Wish a swift but gentle motion, V wheeled him back against the desk then took up a perch on his lap.
"You, uh, sure you're not looking for something else? I can fit in a quickie," Vik said, though he wasn't convinced he meant it.
"Nah. Not in the mood. Like I said, just wanna relax. You mind? Should I move?" V asked, hands resting on his chest.
"Stay," Vik replied, fingers curling around his hips, pulling him in closer so their lips could meet again.
"Why you actin' all weird about this? I mean, if you'd prefer—"
"No," he cut him off. "It's not like that. Just wasn't expecting it. You don't usually swing by just to chat."
"My bad..." V murmured, eyes downcast. "Didn't think you'd want that from me. Figured I'd better come bringin' dick or eddies if I wanted to stop by."
"That's not—" he sighed, trying to bite back his own emotions. "What the hell did I do to give you that impression? We were friends long before... all of this. Was kinda hopin' we still were."
"Course we are," V defended, brows knitting together.
"So what's with the hangdog look? And why would you think I only care about your body or your wallet?"
"Heh, really puttin' me on the spot here... no mercy." He sighed, running a nervous hand through his curls. "I mean it's good, damn good, you and me. I'm not lookin' to ruin that. I dunno if we're on the same page but—"
"I can't figure out if you're about to tell me this was all a mistake or that you've fallen madly in love with me."
V sputtered, the words catching in his throat. "Shit, Vik, I— yeah. Maybe a little."
"Which?"
"Both?"
That was... something. "Both, huh? You've lost me, kid. You're gonna have to spell it out for me."
"Christ, okay. It's like this: I like you. Like, really fuckin' like you. Like more than a friend or a doc or a lay. But I'm not an gonk, I know a fling's a fling and I don't expect anythin' out of it. Still doesn't stop me from feelin' the way I do. Sometimes I don't wanna fuck or get a tune-up, just wanna be held and kissed and told nice things and shit. Ugh, and here I am making a huge ass outta myself."
"V..." he started, but didn't quite know where to go. "You do realize how old I am, right?"
"Yeah. And?"
"And I'm a grizzled old ripper with a bum knee and a bad temper."
"And I'm a failed merc with the shelf life of a carton of synth-milk. What's your point? 'Cause right now, it sounds like a whole lotta bullshit."
When V put it like that, it really did. "Point is..." He inhaled then side, taking off his sunglasses to look V directly in the eye. "I dunno what my point is. If you're serious, and I mean *really* serious, then maybe we're on the same page after all."
V's eyes, the ones that had seen much loss and hardship and death, softened, a smile creeping over his features. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Vik echoed, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him in for a hug. "Sorry, I'm not good at this sorta thing."
"Just hold me," he whispered, nestling his head in the crook of Vik's neck. "You're great at that."
And he did until the scanner beeped, and even beyond that, unwilling to let him go for a long while.
"Results," V said, pulling away at last.
"Right, results," he echoed , turning around to read the findings. "Looks like someone raided a pharmacy. Got some high end meds in there. Not the sort you can pick up from a ripper or the local apoc."
"Any way you can remove 'em without messing up the results? Leave all the blood stuff, but just... clean it, so to speak?"
Vik turned slowly, a look of exasperation on his face. "I knew that seemed shady. I'm not helping you cheat a drug test, V."
V smiled sheepishly, giving a noncommittal shrug.
"Ugh, seriously, kid. Is that why you came in here laying on the charm? To con me into this?"
"What? No! The fuck, Vik, it's not like that."
"You're not gonna pull the wool over my eyes," he continued.
"Frankly, kinda over the whole drug test thing. I'll fail fair and square, it's whatever... little more preoccupied with what we just talked about."
The earnesty lay bare on his face, and Vik's annoyance fell away. "Oh," was all he managed, clearing his throat as he tried to recover his dignity. "Well, uh, sorry for jumpin' the gun there. Get off that stuff though, yeah? It's not good for you."
"Yeah, yeah, heard it before. Don't gotta preach."
"I worry about you," he admitted.
"Yeah... I know." V leaned in again, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth and another to his jawline. "Gonna my act together. Promise. Gonna try, anyway."
"Hope you will," he returned, taking V by his cheeks and kissing him soundly. "I'll spare you the lecture for now."
"Thank God," V chuckled, relaxing against him once again. "Thanks, Vik. For the uhh... talk. Feelin' pretty damn good right now."
"Feeling pretty damn good myself," he replied, stroking his fingers through his hair. "You gonna stay a while? I've got a couch, beer, and a new movie with a shitty plot, if you're interested."
"Got biz to wrap up, but I can be back by nine. Sound good?"
"Sounds perfect. Bring dinner?"
"You know it. See ya 'round, 'kay, Vik?" He asked, all soft smiles and bright eyes.
"See ya, V. Take care out there. Come back to me in one peace."
That smile grew as he turned away and made his way back out to the street. Like a child with a crush, Vik's heart fluttered in his chest as the door shut behind him, the taste and tingle of him still on his lips.
Tonight... he could hardly wait.
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ravetillyoucry · 8 months ago
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Chapter 4 - A Lot’s Gonna Change
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The two didn't expect leaving for lunch without their phones to be too big of an issue, but the near hundreds of missed calls seemed to say otherwise.
It was a miracle Hosah's shitty flip phone hadn't imploded by this point, as Jeanne had been endlessly spamming both his and Teddy's mobiles. This was never good. Jeanne was not the type to be the one to call anyone, meaning something had to be extremely urgent.
The ringing of the phone as the two now waited for Jeanne to pick up was painful to say the least. Waiting for an answer to just what their superior needed them for killed, Hosah's stomach churning as he anxiously stayed put in the assistant's pocket, knowing they'd probably have to leave again as soon as they'd gotten details on just what was going on.
"Thank god, I thought I'd never get ahold of you. I need you both over here, as quick as you can. I'll text you the address." The voice on the other side of the call was hard to make out, but even through the static, the panic in Jeanne's voice could be heard loud and clear. This was extremely out of character for him.
Teddy opened his mouth to inquire further, but the other line had already been put down and hung up before he'd gotten the chance to.
Jeanne must've had a lot of money to pay for so much phone credit. The address texted to them was one neither of the two recognised. It didn't seem to be a specific location or house, just a street name and a few directions following. Now they'd just have to catch a cab in the middle of the busy city. It'd be a hell of a lot easier if Jeanne hadn't worded his texts as if it was some sort of treasure hunt, Teddy wasn't sure what 'far down to the left' would even mean depending on where abouts the taxi dropped them off.
Eh, surely the police tape would make it easier to spot.
Neither of them had any idea what would be waiting for them when they arrived, but they didn't want to take any wild guesses that'd get their hopes up. It must've been something massive, and given the tone of their superiors voice, it was most definitely something tragic. Without failing to check whether Hosah was ready or not, the assistant began the mad dash to the scene of the crime.
Unfortunately, Hosah was it's certainly not ready. He'd never been in a car accident before, but he could assume this is pretty much how one would get whiplash. As the running slowed and Teddy got out into the streets, it was deemed safe to hang back out of the pocket to get some fresh air, and to hopefully avoid having to sit in his own throw up.
Chasing down a cab was tough enough, but dealing with an overly nosey and annoying driver was the hardest part. After multiple failed attempts at waving a taxi toward the detectives, Teddy was not going to let the one person that had stopped for him go without the two of them in that bright yellow car.
Like his life depended on it, the assistant jumped into the backseat, not even waiting to collect his breath. "Sir.. I need to get to.. Uh-"
The driver cut him off right as he was about to get to the most important part of the journey.
"Hey, hey, slow it down sancho. Where we going?" The man turned around, hand outstretched for the rookie detective to shake it.
The fuck? Teddy stared, dumbfounded for a moment. Deciding getting offended wasn't worth his one hope at getting to the scene quickly, he begrudgingly returned the handshake and repeated the address.
"Ehh, that's no house, not even a building. Fuck you going there for, ah?" At this point, he'd actually started driving, thank god.
Hesitant to answer truthfully, the backseat passenger decided to give a brief synopsis of all he knew, which in reality was nothing but the address.
"Work emergency."
The cabbie kept turning his head back, despite the road safety violations he was sure to be racking up in the process. He looked to be about middle aged, white european, probably Spanish given the rude nickname he'd assigned to Teddy. His thick moustache similar to a 70's indie rock star, with a denim baseball cap barely covering his already balding head of hair. Essentially, a look that resembled that of your average truck driver.
"Psh, what job do you do? Field inspector? Count one less grasshopper than yesterday? Aye, back in my day, we all did real jobs. I worked since I was ten years old yeah? Now look, society and all that. That computer, just destroyed all we knew." The man's rant was nonsensical and incomprehensible at best.
Teddy was already exhausted, "I'm a detective. There's been a murder there. I only just got the call, everyone else is already there."
That seemed to do the trick, as the man muttered a quiet 'Thank you for your service' before actually focusing on the road.
This guy must be allergic to silence or something.
"... So, murders huh? How'd you sleep at night?"
"Well, I didn't do them. I know I'm bringing them justice, that helps me sleep soundly." Hosah was kind of taken aback as he stayed silent in the pocket, he'd never heard Teddy speak to bluntly before. In all honesty , he didn't think the rookie had it in him.
The man just laughed, so hard as if it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Ahhh I like you, I like you. Funny guy huh? You tell jokes? You're joke guy?" in all honesty, what he'd said really wasn't that funny at all, but as long as he got to his destination, Teddy couldn't really care less how his small talk went down.
Soon enough, the obnoxiously vibrant vehicle had long exited the blocks upon blocks of buildings, now cruising around the scarce outskirts of the city whilst Teddy kept his eyes peeled for any signs of his team. Thankfully, 'Best of Blur' CD blaring out from the radio seemed to keep taxi driver quiet for the time being.
Despite the next day being the first of September, it was unnecessarily hot out, so much so that Hosah desperately needed to poke his head out if he wanted to either keep his guts inside of him or stay conscious. He'd never been particularly good with warm weather, given it was snowing three quarters of the year back in his home town, and having a weak stomach on top of that was just a downright evil mix. If there truly was a God, it wanted nothing but to mess with Hosah just the littlest bit.
He'd never seen this part of the city, if you could even consider it that. Scarce buildings, lots of fields, something unheard of around these parts; and a particularly good part of town to hide a body or two. Even the goriest of scenes Jeanne didn't bat an eye at, which is what unsettled Hosah so much about earlier. This had to be mass devastation of some kind to shake his boss so badly.
The breeze blowing through the crack of the passenger window blew Hosah's hair back from his face, and he finally understood why dogs liked it so much. Although he was worried, the tiny man couldn't help but enjoy the sights out of the window and his short break from stuffy confinement within the pocket.
As a familiar hand crept upwards against his lower half, Hosah realised his freedom was short lived. Looking up at the giant, he pretending to just be fidgeting with his face- as Hosah did himself almost constantly, with a conveniently placed finger up toward his mouth as he made eye contact with the pocketed detective. Hosah's eyebrows furrowed, now he just wanted to yell out and bring the drivers attention to himself out of spite. He was sure Teddy was just looking out for his safety and whatnot, but it didnt piss him off any less.
Approaching a red light, Hosah took this as his opportunity to snoop out of the windows. Luckily for them, when he squinted into the distance, he could just make out a few out-of-place cars parked in a neat row by the side of the road. If this wasn't it, they were stranded and would have to survive off of dead grass for the rest of eternity. At this point, Hosah was elevated enough that his entire upper half poked out of the pocket, enough so that he must've caught the taxi driver's attention through the rear-view mirror.
"Hey- Hey!! You can't sneak another passenger in my car man, I don't care tiny or what, you pay the same fees." The guy got so worked up he didn't even realise the light turning green. Although Teddy was sure taxis were supposed to charge off of distance travelled and not passengers taken, he didn't want to get into a petty argument in front of his boss, whom he so desperately wanted to like him.
"Right, right, sorry, he's ah.. He's sick, passed out, didn't think to-"
"Whatever, I don't discriminate. I'll take anyone, as long as they're paying." Sure. Now Hosah really was feeling sick, being spoken about like he wasn't there right infront of his face was always an easy way to annoy him.
It was a good thing there was no one else around them taking this route, as they'd been sat at a green light for a minute at least before the taxi started going again. Approaching the aforementioned parked cars, familiar Honda Accord came into clear view, Jeanne's car!
"Think we've found your buddies," The driver slowed, passing by the taped area to get a good look at the scene of the crime. He turned and handed Teddy his business card "You call this number and you ask for Felix next time you need a ride, yeah? Twenty dollars, I give you discount 'cause I like you two."
Without arguing, Teddy took the card and gave him what he asked, insisting he should keep the change, mainly because he'd definitely be seeing Felix again in the near future if he couldn't find a car in the next twenty four hours. The two rushed to go and find Jeanne as Teddy uttered a few quick Thank you's on their way out.
It certainly looked like nothing from the outside. Just a whole bunch of police and detectives in an empty field. Hosah almost doubted the urgency of it all, until a familiar face appeared in-front of them.
"Fifteen bodies. Can you believe that? Fifteen? All in one plot, lined up shoulder to shoulder." Jeanne's voice shook as he described what all the officers were stood looking at.
The plot of land they'd all huddled around was way too small to fit even half of a regular sized body, they'd had to all been shifters.
Jeanne continued, seemingly unsure of what he was about to say, "The officers were just cruising around after someone had called talking about a suspicious guy walking around with a miniature shovel. Like, the flower planting kind, anyway, they caught him digging something up, and when they came out to ask him what was up, he ran." He could barely string along what he wanted to say, Hosah didn't think he'd ever seen him so stressed, or even showing so much emotion at all.
"There weren't any shifter paramedics available as soon as possible, the last of the bodies must've been killed.. I don't know, barely a few minutes before they'd spotted him. If you'd have been here when we got here, might've had a shot.. Nevermind. I- Yeah. Just, don't stress yourself out about it."
Oh. That guilty feeling rushed straight to Hosah's head, he couldn't tell if he could see, or hear, or even breathe. If he'd have been here. If none of the past week had ever happened, there could've been one less body. Hosah knew getting hung up on 'what ifs' was pointless, but it was the fact Jeanne had said it that cemented the thought into his mind. If he could've been here, he could've done something.
It certainly wouldn't have been the first time he'd taken the role of paramedic, and hell, he'd even been successful on the rare off chance, but that's what stung so badly about it all. Even if he gave it his all and failed, at least he had the fact he tried his hardest to cushion his fall. But he wasn't there, he couldn't have tried, and it was all too late now.
So clouded in his own guilt and selfishness, Hosah couldn't hear Teddy's pleas to just say something, anything. Anything that would tell him he was still, at least on a physical level, alive and well. The ringing in his ears was far too loud, and his vision far too blurred, even his heart in his throat prevented him from making a sound.
The tiny man blinked, snapping back into reality,
"Hosah, Hosah, hey-" Teddy's voice was panicked now, although there was no reason to be really, it's not like his boss could've died in the minute or so he spent wallowing in the pocket. "Hosah. You're crying."
"What? No, no I'm," he felt for his face, realising there were in fact tears streaming down his face. "Shit, ah, I am," Hosah had to laugh, or he'd probably start sobbing for real.
"He's wrong, you know. I took a look at the photos, and, looks to me like the fifteenth body bled to death. I- Well, I don't really wanna sit and describe it, but, you know," the assistant blabbered on, trying to find any minor detail that'd bring comfort to the disheveled man in his pocket. That didn't really matter to him, though, he didn't want to hear logic, he just wanted to drown in sorrow for a while.
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The rest of the day was a blur. Hosah was all too caught up in his own head to really know what was going on around him. He sat once again on his assistants desk, pacing from one end of the paper to the other, reading body number #15's report until he could recite it from memory. Young girl, barely an adult, unidentified but matches description of a recently missing person.
He pulled his hair and scratched at his face, but that didn't change her fate. Teddy seemed to be right, upon close inspection to the pictures, there were decently wide piercings through the palms of both her hands. Hosah was no forensic pathologist, but that seemed enough to do the trick if left long enough. It made him sick to look at the pictures, whoever did this must've thought themselves to be some kind of artistically edgy try hard. Kneeled over the stack of files, notes and photographs, the detective scoffed to himself.
This wasn't artistic, this wasn't beautiful in any regard. None of these fifteen people had any interest in dying, they were just accessible and easy enough to use for whatever sick message this individual was trying to put out.
"Still looking over these?" The voice seemed to appear out of nowhere, making Hosah practically jump to his feet. Jeanne always had a way of emerging out of thin air when he'd least expect it.
He cleared his throat in an attempt to brush off his surprise, "Yeah, you know how it is."
The two sat in the quiet of the practically empty office for a few seconds. It had already gotten dark outside, and Teddy had wandered off to get coffee a good while ago by now.
"Mm, I'm sorry I told you , that, earlier. We were all stressed out, my brain went, I wasn't thinking straight. It's not your fault." Jeanne had leant down close to the surface of the cluttered desk.
The shrunken man just shrugged, too exhausted, both mentally and physically, to argue about it. "I get it. It's fine. I know not to get worked up about that kind of stuff." He lied, he really didn't know not to linger on the possibilities, what could've become of everyone he had the chance of saving.
"You might have a little body, but you have a big heart. Big, bleeding heart. You're empathetic, and you can't let this job take that away from you. You know, I wish I could feel like you seem to do." These kinds of sweet words meant a lot coming from someone Hosah had looked up to for so long.
Jeanne had always been the 'cool older cousin he so desperately wanted to be like when he grew up' type of figure. A mentor, someone that stuck up for him and helped him out. Honestly, the pair didn't really know much about each other and their pasts, but they didn't need to. They didn't even need to be anywhere near each other to know all it'd take was a call, and they'd be there.
The, lack of, response from Hosah seemed to make his superior nervous, "I worded that really weirdly, but you get what I'm talking about."
"Thanks. Don't overthink it, I get what you meant in the moment and I get what you're saying now." Well, he understood the sentiment at least. What he didn't really get was how one could feel in the same way as himself, was it not normal to experience every emotion as if it took over your entire body and mind? Weird. Hosah was aware he wasn't the most Average Joe, but he thought he at least had the same inner works that made up every human.
"Well," Jeanne stood to his full height, which wasn't too substantial, but still towered above Hosah's, "Don't be hanging around too late. I'm not sure Edward will appreciate it."
And just as quickly as he came, the illusive detective disappeared into the dimly lit maze of hallways. Although he could've sat and stared at the case file for another minute or so, staring at the empty space where Jeanne stood just a few moments ago seemed more productive. Besides, he worried if he stared back down, he'd fall straight to sleep right then and there.
Familiar footsteps approached, shaking Hosah's attention toward the opposite direction. Teddy was back with coffee and a singular bottle-cap. Eugh. The shifter knew all too well what this meant. Suddenly he felt as though he had been transported into the kinds of romance dramas his mom would watch back home, sweet and shy girl-next-door shrinks and is found by her dashing and mysterious boy crush, and only a true loves kiss can return her to normal. He wasn't actually sure how the two correlated, but it seemed to be a common enough trope to be laughable.
The assistants voice was hushed as he profusely apologised for taking so long, sitting back down in his seat and preparing a portion of the hot drink for Hosah.
"We're even now, you make me coffee, I make you one," Teddy wheeled his chair up closer, taking the first sip for himself.
Hosah couldn't tell if it was the sleep deprivation that made him laugh, or just the overall stupidity in the statement. Either way, he could use the caffeine. He'd already spent far too long trying to forget about the fact he'd let a few tears slip back earlier in the day, falling asleep on the commute home would be the ultimate loss of pride he had for himself, and any respect his assistant held for him.
Looking into the small sea of black coffee before him, the shifter realised just how disheveled he looked. Damn. Mental note taken, see a doctor immediately. Realising the fact he could barely keep his eyes open, Hosah took that as a sign he should probably drink up now too. There was just something about a bottle-cap full of coffee being so difficult to lift that was particularly embarrassing. Worried his shaky arms might slip, potentially ending up with a piping hot liquid burning at his skin, Hosah hurried to finish as quickly as possible. Luckily, partaking in such a mundane activity such as sharing a drink with a coworker didn't result in a disaster.
Focusing on something else in the room was a good idea. The tiny man's eyes nosied around his surroundings before landing on the digital clock to his right. God, almost ten o' clock already.
"We should head back now. It's getting late." Hosah stood to his full height, ready to be chauffeured via pocket all the way home. 
By now, he was very much tired of the pocket, and the subway station, and of his entire existence. The process of back and forth every day was getting increasingly boring. There was no fun in being cramped up in a stuffy coat all day.
Fortunately, the fact Hosah was slipping in and out of consciousness the whole way home made the journey much more bearable, although the falling feeling and the jolting awake so often became increasingly annoying after the third or fourth time.
He couldn't really care about dignity right now, just the fact he was able to sleep at all given the repeated mental beatings he'd received just in one day. This kind of job was bad for his health, high stress causes higher chances of being stuck at his shrunken height, or so that's what his doctor theorised. Most shifters had a cause for their shifting. Strong emotions, high stress situations, imbalance in hormones, underlying diseases, but Hosah, after years of bi-weekly checkups, had no excuse.
Hosah's shifting was a total mystery. There wasn't a single thing in the book he hadn't tried to get himself under control. Medication, therapy, monitoring his diet and his heart rate, hell, he'd even been hypnotised once, but his height changed were so sporadic, they couldn't be predicted in the slightest. In fact, the only commonality in it all was that stupid dream.
On the topic of dreaming, the pocket-sized detective was shrugged awake by the rustling of keys against the fabric of which he leaned against. Home at last.
A sudden urge to stay stiff had taken over the tiny body, although he was awake, something inside of him refused to let him move. Even when Teddy gave a little sing-song 'We're home' , the shifter couldn't find it in him to budge.
Despite the fact regular, fully conscious Hosah will hate himself for it in the future, current sleepy Hosah just wanted to be held and carried all the way to bed. This wasn't like him, being touched, no less by Teddy, was not something he particularly enjoyed, but here he was, heavy lidded and drowsily smiling to himself as the gentle fingers wrapped around his waist.
Still in his work clothes and boots, Teddy set down the tiny form down on his sheetless futon. In his best attempt to make a quick and seamless exit , Teddy could barely get out a ‘see you tomorrow’ before being confronted by the scene in front of him;
“Don’t go, please” If the Hosah with half of a mind could hear himself right now, he’d be immensely disappointed in what he’s become.
There was no way in the world Teddy could ever say no to that request.
He’d never felt his heart beat so fast as he awkwardly leant back to lay besides the impossibly small man lounging by the side of himself. Despite the fact he could definitely use the sleep, Teddy didn’t mind spending this time lying awake praying he didn’t accidentally roll over on-top of his co-worker.
Trying not to even make the slightest sound, Teddy twisted his body toward where Hosah lay. There he was, fast asleep surely enough. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the man so peaceful, his eyebrow no longer furrowed as his body curled up, knees to his chest and arm folded the bottom of his face.
Teddy had secretly thought it many times before, but the man he’d carried around his pocket the last week was, in fact ,extremely beautiful. The first thing he’d noticed was Hosah’s big brown iris’ that made him look like a deer or something of the sort, then his high cheekbones and sharp jaw, now it was just how pretty he looked in such a serene state.
He was barely able to contain himself, his face from curling up into a smile as he watched the tiny chest rise and fall. That was another thing Teddy had found so beautiful about him, Hosah was just so small, the only thing he could think when he saw him this way was just how much the man looked like a little doll, the big eyes, the soft face despite having such sharp features, the detective just had an air of gracefulness that Teddy had only associated with the rococo style found in paintings.
For a moment, Teddy wondered what his boss would look like if he got an adequate amount of sleep and learnt how to shave properly. It already took a lot of will power to hold back from doing anything that could be humiliating or emasculating for the little guy. Such as, calling him things like that to his face. Teddy was just glad he was asleep so he didn’t have to witness just how badly his assistant was swooning over him. He’d already had to contain himself to an extortionate amount when Hosah had come up with such a cute nickname for him, now this was just too much to handle.
There had to be some kind of way to avoid getting these workplace crushes, but Teddy had already fallen too deep into it by now, and there was no shaking this one off it seemed.
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zylophie · 1 year ago
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hihi! i’d like to request for a mafuyu x reader (can be either romantic or platonic) where the two are close childhood friends + they comfort and look out for each other
please feel free to ignore/delete this request! thank youuu
Childhood Friends
↳ Where reader and Mafuyu are close even when far.
♬ x/modmafuyu is typing...
↻Hello Anon~ This was a really cute request ehe, hopefully this writing is to your liking~ 𝅘𝅥𝅮
Just for context:
[e/c] - eye color
𝅘𝅥𝅮 If you would like to order click 'here' and read the writing rules for each writer! Thank youuu 𝅘𝅥𝅮
■ Contents: Fluff [Platonic/Romantic]
► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Mafuyu Asahina
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PIT PAT
PITTER PATTER
A young girl was seen walking through the rain without an umbrella. Raindrops splashing onto her shoulders and head as she continued walking down the street without any care.
'..I need to head home' The girl thought, however her body did not move as she continued to stood in the rain as more drops splash on her, leaving her completely soaked.
'.. What am I doing..' She tried to forcefully move her legs into the direction of where her 'home' is, her mother must be worried sick especially since it was pouring heavily that day.
Due to the girl's dismay, her legs did not want to follow her commands. As she stood in the rain, alone, pondering on what to do next.
Only to feel the splatter of the rain on her head and shoulders coming to a halt.
"..Mafuyu?"
Mafuyu then turned her head around to see who was calling her name. It was familiar and not at the same time, however the case, she needed to put her 'good girl' persona back up again.
As she turned, she saw a familiar [e/c] orbs staring at her with curiosity, before beaming into a smile.
"Mafuyu! It really is you.. It's been so long since I've seen you." As they went and hugged her.
..Only why did it feel so stiff and cold? As the other person let go of Mafuyu.
"Ah.. Uhm, sorry to say this, but.. Who are you?" As Mafuyu took another look at them. It felt so familiar yet so unfamiliar to her.
"Ehh?! Well I guess it's because we haven't seen each other in years. Take another guess~"
As Mafuyu looked closely inspecting every detail on this person. Looking at their silhouette and how they said they haven't seen each other in years, it only could be..
"[name]?" As Mafuyu looked a little hesitant before blurting out their name.
"Oh? Finally remember me?!" As the other person looked really content on Mafuyu getting it right.
"Ah, I didn't know you would be back [name]. You didn't really send me a text about it."
"I wanted to surprise you~ Though it took you some time to figure out who I was."
"Ahaha.. Sorry, how was your studies abroad?"
As [name] was about to respond to that question..
ZZT! ZZT!
"A..ah, sorry [name], give me a moment."
As Mafuyu took out her phone, she was a little hesitant on reading the message. Only to appear a little bit.. Terrified?
"Mafuyu? Are you alright?" [name] asked, looking concerned.
"Ah.. Yep! I'm fine.."
However before Mafuyu could reply she was on her way home, [name] gently gripped on her arm a little to prevent her from sending the message.
"I heard there was a nice cafe around here.. Mind showing me around? We could catch up in the meantime as well" giving Mafuyu a smile, although it felt reassuring to Mafuyu for some reason.
".. Sure. I could show you around and I would love to catch up as well" as Mafuyu put her phone away into her pocket, as she started walking. Only for [name] to grab her hand.
"..?"
"Ahaha, don't mind me, I get lost easily" [name] said. As they slowly began rubbing Mafuyu's hand as they walk.
Although Mafuyu doesn't realised it, she has gotten way too quiet for her 'good girl' persona and both were walking in comfortable silence.
⋘ At the cafe ⋙
"Here we are [name]. This is one of the best cafes I know around the area." Mafuyu said before stepping in with [name] following suit.
"Woah.. Its appearance on the inside is pretty cute."
"Hehe, probably because it is quite late already.."
Just as Mafuyu was about to leave the building, [name] grabbed her arm.
"I hope you don't mind but could we have a chat over some tea? I know it's late but I'll really like to talk with you since it has been years."
"...Sure" As they both went and sat near a table as [name] started ordering some items.
"How long will you be staying here [name]? Since you are studying overseas."
"Actually I'm back for good! I wanted to ask if it was alright if we could hang out more? Just like the olden days~!"
"Ah, I'd love t-"
BZZZT BZZZT
"..Give me a moment." As Mafuyu dug out her phone to read her messages. Her face was scrunched up a little before she could type out a reply, a hand was placed on top of her phone.
"I don't mean to be rude.. However, if it is fine. Could I answer the message?" You asked, hoping Mafuyu would comply.
Mafuyu nodded her head as she let go of her cellphone so you could take it over to your side.
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Mom: Mafuyu? Are you coming home now?
Mafuyu: In a moment. I'm busy showing my friend around
Mom: Please hurry up, it's raining. I don't want you to catch a cold. You don't want to make mom worry, right?
Mom: ..Mafuyu?
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Just as [name] had expected. It was her mom, at least they could try and do something about it now.
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Mafuyu: Sorry, this is [name], do you remember me, Mrs Asahina?
Mom: Ah it's Mafuyu's friend who went overseas. I take that you're with Mafuyu now?
Mafuyu: Yep! She has been a great help with giving me a small tour.
Mafuyu: However, could I make a request?
Mom: Oh? What is it?
Mafuyu: Could you let Mafuyu come over to my place anytime? Since you know I studied overseas, I would be able to teach Mafuyu a lot of things regarding her academics!
Mom: Hmm.. What days would it be?
Mafuyu: I should be flexible anytime, it's mostly when Mafuyu is free! Also, I am going to go to prep school to get a medical degree in the future. I think this will be beneficial to Mafuyu.
Mom: Okay, I'll leave Mafuyu in your care.
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'It worked?!' [name] was a little surprised but was glad it worked out in the end. After years of studying overseas really paid off.
"Hey Mafuyu, you're coming to hang out with me at my place after school tomorrow~!"
"...?"
Romantic Ending - [Optional to read]
"Whew~ the food was really well made. We should come here more often Fuyu~!"
"..Fuyu?"
"It's just a little nickname I made up~ cute isn't it?!"
"..Mm I guess so"
"It's pretty late, you should get going now Fuyu, I'll see you tomorrow then"
"Ah right.. See you tomorrow [name]"
As Mafuyu smiled and waved [name] goodbye before turning around to walk home.
Bzzt bzzt!
This time the buzzing phone was not Mafuyu's but yours. You quickly open up to see your friend messaging you.
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Friend: How did the 'date' go?
[Name]: It went well! I got to see her again! ..and her smile.
Friend: I just don't get why you want to see her smile so badly to the point of sacrificing your dreams..
[Name]: It's because I love her..
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creative-kny-fics · 1 year ago
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Hello! Could you do
Switches: Sanemi, Nezuko, Tanjiro?
Sure! I dont see why not! (Sorry for the delay...I've been trying to move forward with other projects)
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Switches: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Tanjiro Kamado and Nezuko Kamado
The Kamado siblings' mission seemed to be complicated. That mission? Well, let's let Giyuu explain it!
'Tomioka-San! Good morning... What's happening? You looks..'
'Hmm? Oh no! Calm down Tanjiro! It's just that I recently spoke to Shinazugawa, he seemed upset, not with me of course, but he asked me not to see him for the rest of the day to avoid any shouting or insults on his part', mhm, Sanemi had returned to being the same angry chihuahua always.
But don't worry, Nezuko and Tanjiro were definitely not going to let Shinazugawa be upset, so they went to his estate and knocked on the door insistently even though Shinazugawa had told them to leave from the first knock.
'Bloody hell! What part of what-?!'
'Sa-Sanemi!', Nezuko hugged Sanemi, it seemed he had no choice but to let them pass and apologize for the misunderstanding. 'Shinazugawa-San! We brought you ohagi! We passed by and wanted to come and say hello! How are you doing?'
'Good. And thank you, I guess... Sorry for yelling at you earlier, I wasn't in the mood', Sanemi apologized as Nezuko put her head on his lap and smiled.
Sanemi couldn't get angry with them, he wasn't capable after all, they were like his children now. 'Hmmm, why are you lying? I can smell that you are sad and angry. Has something happened?'
'No. Stop getting into my life Kamado', oh oh, I think Sanemi forgot that Nezuko can't stand it when someone talks bad to her older brother.
Sanemi still doesn't understand how, but Nezuko quickly started digging hard into his armpits. 'Don't talk like that about my brother!'
'Nezuko! Be careful! Shinazugawa can-', nope, Nezuko was going to accept the risks, but Sanemi was going to regret it, he would regret it
'Kahamahado gihirl! Why ahare yohou dohoing thahat?!'
'You treated my oni-chan badly! I'm not going to allow it! Tanjiro! Help me!', well, in that situation anyone would have doubted how Tanjiro could get his way as he could receive Sanemi's revenge.
But for his sister, Tanjiro accepts any risk and with a smile he sat behind Sanemi, finding a sweet spot that Tomioka had always told him about. 'KAHAHAMAHAHADO!! WHAHAHAT?! HOHOW?! GEHEHET OHOHOFF!!'
'Nezuko! Here!' 'Understood!'
Sanemi would definitely kill Tomioka for revealing that point. Nobody was supposed to know! But almost everyone knew it! Almost everyone knew that the space between Sanemi's armpits and ribs was a place that would make him scream and make him roll on the floor like a child.
However, he wasn't going to be able to do it, he wasn't planning on showing that childish side to both of them! It was humiliating!
'Hahaha! Shinazugawa-San! You... Are you rolling on the floor?'
'SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!! STAHAHAP!! YOHOU'RE GOHONNA REGREHEHET IHIHIT!! WHAHAHAT!? NOHOHO!! NEHEZUHUKO!! NOHOT THEHERE!', looks like Nezuko found another sweet spot hehehe.
Don't worry, Sanemi didn't get tickled for a long time, they both knew they had to stop when Sanemi started hiccuping and snorting.
'Nohohot a sihihingle word ahabohohut thihis...To anyohone...', they both laughed but promised that this would only remain between the 3 of them.
Mission accomplished! They had managed to make Sanemi's bad mood go away!
Now, next mission: Escape from Shinazugawa!
'And where do you think you're going?!', ehh, I think they couldn't accomplish that mission.
Sanemi quickly stood up and sat both brothers on his lap, tickling Tanjiro in his armpits and Nezuko in her waist.
'NOHOHO!! SAHAHENEHEMI-SAHAHAN!! NOHOT THERE!!' 'Ehehehe! Nohoho! Wahahait!! Eahahaha!!'
'You tickled me together! Now work together to free yourself!', well, let's hope that them manage to free yourself or that someone comes to their rescue
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busiest-bee · 4 months ago
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I’m scared to post this but if I don’t I’ll beat myself up about it. Fuck it we ball
I’ve been trying to put my emotions into words All day. But then I remembered. Oh right yeah. I can just. Say It.
Anyways Me being a loser (vent? I don’t know) under the cut
(Cool divider made by me using some splatoon assets I got off the wiki btw :•3 )
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(This is kinda long. Way longer than I originally wanted. So super sorry about that)
Anyways for a little while now I’ve been considering that I Might be some form of nonhuman/otherkin. Specifically a shapeshifter, but dogs, cats (both big and small), wolves, and bears are things I relate to heavily as well. (Not sure “relate” is the best term for what I feel but ehh I’m having a hard enough time with this as is) The dog, wolf, and cat parts are because of the kind of shapeshifter I..am?? That feels kinda crazy to say (and saying THAT is giving me some serious self doubt. But as they say, Fuck It We Ball).
Edit (8-24-24)- adding in cuz I just remembered: some visual similarities to lizards/reptiles so throw a little bit of That in the mix idk
Anyways yea the type of shapeshifter I’m talking about is actually a species I’ve been Sorta developing over a couple years now, it’s all come about pretty naturally tho. It’s basically just my brain saying “hey I Hate these parts of being a human. Let’s do something else” idk how to word it. So the kind of shapeshifter I am is more so based on what I hate about my irl body. That definitely plays into my gender dysphoria, and vice versa.
The bear part I feel less strong about, but it makes sense I guess. That came around when I had an intense hyperfixation on Splatoon. My favorite character is Mr.Grizz. Who is a bear. That hyperfixation was also the catalyst for me trying tinned fish!! (This is important to me bcuz I’m an Incredibly picky eater. Not fully relevant to the rest of this but Oh Well. I’m already oversharing on the internet in an attempt to come to terms with my identity, why not share a fun fact, Yknow?) Ever since that I’ve also felt very strongly about salmon. My favorite fish (I didn’t have a favorite fish beforehand) is sockeye salmon I LOVE them. They’re beautiful. They’re poetic. I want to eat them. Also my current layout (as of writing this) is splatoon themed. Specifically Salmon Run and golden eggs. I love the way the world of splatoon makes me feel. I want to be completely immersed in it. Golden eggs look so tasty and are so gender I HAVE to eat them.
I don’t know if this is a kin thing or if I’m just thinking too hard about it (that could apply to this entire post but eh) but I also relate (again, maybe not the “correct” term but I’m working with what my brain has so shh) to Chara from Undertale. Idk something about a little kid falling down into a mountain full of monsters, being adopted by said monsters, and giving themself up just to try saving them…their cannonical distaste of humans…something about them as a character really feels so intensely Me. I don’t think I Am Chara, but. Idk. This is all very new to me (admitting that I feel these things at least. I’ve been consuming some kin content for a while now. It’s fun!! Love moodboards and stimboards so much they’re so fun)
And maybe, if anyone has even read this far, u might be asking “bee! Your name is Bee! Your account name is bee themed!! Are u a little honey making freakazoid out to get lost in the pollen sauce?”
To which I say:
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All jokes aside. I don’t know man. Bees are very me, I am very bees, but I tried looking at bee kin/therian posts and i couldn’t really relate as well as i hoped. Although I might’ve just not scrolled down enough to find something that I really deeply felt in my gut. So just. Think of me like a fancy car (except creature) with a cool bee themed skin or something idk. (To be fair itd make more than enough sense for me to be a..kin?? Therian?? I don’t know. Of a bee. I have so many bee things. One day I will have more)
I’m still unsure of labels, if anything I just prefer the term nonhuman, gets the point across without being too specific, and doesn’t give me any of the bad icky feelings that make me feel like I’m lying no matter what I do or say.
Anyways yeah this was long and dumb and honestly? I’m terrified to post it. Ive been struggling to get my words out all day and I’ve been posting like a madman. But I guess using my social media as an outlet for all my emotions I otherwise wouldn’t really have anywhere to put will do that.
Sorry if none of this made any sense, I’m really trying to not only understand myself, but also to then Describe that understanding to other people. And I’ve never been very good at having people understand me.
If I end up realizing I was wrong I will promptly dig a hole in the ground and let nature overtake me and cover me in moss
(Also just a note: if anyone sees this, Reads this, and decides to like. Reply or reblog with words of encouragement/understanding or really Anything. I might not reply bcuz I have really bad social anxiety, especially on the internet. But trust me when I say that I read everything people say in the tags of reblogs, comments/replies, all of it. It’s all greatly appreciated, it really truly is.)
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(Cool ass Mr.Grizz divider made by me with an asset from the Nintendo online app in Wandercrust I think. Though I believe all the pics u can get from that are also on the wiki) (I should make a salmon themed divider holy shit)
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