#i love this man so mucch

[adversary-to-inamorato]

"I reach out my hands to what lies beyond. The things I've touched and the scars I've worn, I want to memorize them all."

my beloved ♡

[lifeandtalesofatransgirl]

Went on a Lil date with my boyfrienddd, he's honestly just the prettiest guy, I love his eyes he's so amazing :>, we got to eat a bunch of rich people food and it had biggg portions, it was amazinggg.

[devdozes]

♥ Love you Love you Love you Love you

AND 100 FOLLOWERS THANK YUO SO MUCCH AAAA FLAMEREAVER PHAINON AAAA!! Phainon header art is mine!! Flamereaver phainon fanart below at the end of the post

The first time you met Phainon, he was leaning against the marketplace wall, bathed in the amber glow of Amphoreus' setting sun. His fluffy white hair ruffled in the breeze, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he greeted you with a grin, the picture of an ordinary young man with a penchant for teasing.

But you were never one to trust easily. Especially not when his swordsmanship—so graceful, so precise—felt oddly reminiscent of a ghost story whispered through the alleys at night. But in the end you fell for him, you fell into an inescapable rabbit hole for him.

The Flamereaver.

A nameless swordmaster who carved a path of ruin, driven by a thirst for the Titans’ Coreflame. A shadow in the black tide, their identity unknown.

You brushed the thoughts away at first. Phainon was charming, sometimes irritatingly so. He paid attention to the smallest details, catching things even you overlooked. His laughter was easy, his movements controlled, but there was something about him—something lurking beneath the surface. A momentary flicker in his gaze when he spoke of fire, of war, of lost things.

And then the Grove of Epiphany burned.

You stood at the edge of the ruin, the scent of ash thick in the air, staring at the lone figure amidst the wreckage. His back was to you, but you knew that stance. That impossible, immaculate swordplay.

A gust of wind carried the embers, and he turned.

Phainon’s blue eyes met yours, and for the first time, they were cold.

Madness and obsession entwined within them like an inferno restrained by sheer will. His sword—slick with molten red—gleamed under the fractured moonlight.

“Ah,” he murmured, voice still as light as before, but tinged with something… older. “I suppose you’ve figured it out now.”

Your heart pounded. “You’re the Flamereaver.”

Phainon sighed, running a hand through his ashen locks, expression almost sheepish. “I preferred when you just thought I was a little too perceptive.”

“Why?” The word came out raw, barely above a whisper.

He tilted his head, considering. “Because I must. Because the Coreflame calls.”

His sword rose, an invitation, a warning.

“Will you stand in my way?”

You didn’t know how to answer.

Because the Phainon you knew—the one who smiled, who made a game of guessing your thoughts, who felt so achingly human—was standing before you, wreathed in the flames of a legend that should never have been real.

And yet, he was still Phainon.

Still the man who watched the stars with you.

Still the man who now waited for your answer, his gaze unreadable, his grip on his sword loose—but ready.

The flames crackled around you both, but all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat.

And his quiet, unwavering breath.

Then, he spoke again, his voice softer, almost pleading beneath the weight of something neither of you could control. "I didn’t choose this. The Coreflames… they are my burden. I must take them all, or—" He clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes for a moment before opening them again, burning with desperate resolve. "Or everything will be undone."

His fingers tightened around his sword, knuckles pale. "It’s madness, I know. But I have no choice. Every Coreflame I claim brings me closer to an end I cannot escape." A bitter chuckle escaped his lips, but there was no mirth in it. "So tell me, will you hate me for it? Will you turn away now, knowing what I am?"

His gaze softened—achingly so. Even with those cold, inhuman eyes, he looked at you as if you were something precious. Something he wished he could hold onto, even as the fire consumed him.

"If you stay…" Phainon exhaled, his grip trembling for the first time. "You will see what I truly am. And I fear—" He hesitated, his voice dropping into something barely above a whisper. "I fear that I will not have the strength to let you go."

The fire roared behind him, licking at the ruins of a past he could never return to.

And yet, in this moment, with his sword lowered and his heart laid bare, Phainon stood before you—not as the Flamereaver, not as a legend, but as a man on the edge of despair, clinging to the last remnants of something real.

You.

And then, as if realizing his own weakness, Phainon took a step back, forcing steel into his voice. "You should leave." The words were clipped, calculated—like the swing of a blade meant to sever something before it could grow too deep. "Go before I change my mind."

But his eyes betrayed him.

Even as he turned away, as he tried to retreat into the cold, his gaze lingered, filled with something twisted and aching. A love so consuming it bordered on obsession. A longing so desperate it threatened to unravel him.

Phainon had always been good at deception. But not with you.

Not when his very soul was screaming for you to stay, even as his lips told you to run.

And in that moment, you understood.

Phainon did not fear the Coreflames. He did not fear battle or ruin or even his own demise.

He feared losing you.

And the worst part? He already had.

Your breath hitched as you took a hesitant step forward. The embers danced around his silhouette, painting him in a light both divine and damning.

"Phainon…" You whispered his name, but he did not turn. His grip on his sword tightened instead, knuckles bloodless.

Another step.

The blade was at your throat before you could react, its edge gleaming with the reflected flames of everything he'd destroyed.

"Don’t."

The word was hoarse, raw, barely above a breath, but it carried the weight of something lethal. Phainon's expression was composed, carved from cold steel—but his eyes.

His eyes betrayed him.

They held the torment of a man drowning, even as his hands pushed you away.

"You don’t know what you're doing," he continued, voice sharper than the blade itself. "I warned you. You should have listened."

But you did know. You knew exactly what you were doing.

And you knew what he was doing, too.

You could see it in the way his fingers trembled, the way his chest rose and fell with breathes too uneven for someone as disciplined as him. You could feel it in the space between you—so close yet impossibly far.

"Then tell me to leave," you said, voice steady despite the sting of metal against your skin. "Tell me you don’t care. Tell me you wouldn’t regret it if I walked away right now."

A flicker.

Just for a second, his lips parted—silent, breathless, as if the words had caught in his throat before they could escape.

Then, his jaw clenched.

He pressed the blade a fraction closer, the bite of it sharp but not enough to draw blood. It was a warning. One that you knew, deep down, he would never follow through with.

"Go," he forced out. "While you still can."

And yet, despite his words, his gaze remained locked onto you, burning with something far more dangerous than fire.

Something desperate.

Something that screamed that if you took another step, if you reached for him—he would break.

And he would take you down with him.

But maybe… maybe you were already falling.

"One more step," he murmured, his voice flat, almost bored, "and I’ll carve you open like the rest."

A lie.

You knew it was.

You could see it in the tension coiling through his muscles, in the way his grip on his weapon was almost too tight, as if it were the only thing tethering him to this wretched act of self-denial.

But his eyes—

Those blue, frostbitten eyes were void of the warmth that once greeted you at dusk. They didn’t waver, didn’t soften. They remained locked onto you with the lethal calculation of a man who had convinced himself of his own monstrosity.

And still, you moved closer.

Another step.

Another drop of blood slipping from his blade.

Something inside him snapped.

With a sharp inhale, Phainon moved faster than breath, his weapon slashing outward—stopping just short of your throat. Close enough for you to feel the whisper of its edge, for the heat of freshly spilled blood to radiate between you.

You didn’t flinch.

He noticed.

His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk, wasn’t quite a snarl. "You don’t get it, do you?" His voice was quiet, laced with something dark. "I am not playing with you."

His weapon remained poised, steady, the weight of it absolute.

And yet, in the flickering light, you saw it—the minuscule tremor in his fingers, the unspoken war behind his stare.

He wanted you to fear him.

He wanted you to run.

But even now, with his face splattered in blood and his hands heavy with ruin—he could not bring himself to push you away.

"Why aren’t you afraid?"

You didn’t answer. Because you knew fear had never been the problem.

He let out a sharp breath, his control slipping. "Damn you," he whispered, his grip tightening. "You should be running. You should hate me."

A muscle in his jaw ticked. He took another step forward, backing you into the ruins. Not to corner you—no, it wasn’t that. He just wanted to be closer. To see you clearer.

To feel your warmth in the cold abyss he had thrown himself into.

His free hand, the one not gripping his sword, twitched at his side. He wanted to touch you. To brush the soot from your skin, to trace the shape of you with reverence, to make sure you were still real. That you hadn’t left him behind like the rest.

Phainon inhaled sharply through his nose, his expression twisting. He was losing this battle.

"You don’t understand," he growled, his voice raw now, slipping past the walls he had built. "I would burn this world for you. I would tear the Coreflames from the Titans themselves if it meant keeping you safe."

His blade lowered an inch. His control cracked another fracture.

"But you… you are the one thing I cannot have." His voice was hoarse, his breathing uneven. "Because I would ruin you. I would drag you into my flames, and I would never let you go."

You could see it now, the full weight of his obsession. The way it clawed at his ribs, at his very being. He could not afford to love you, and yet he did—so completely, so utterly, that it hurt.

And still, despite it all, you took another step. Closing the space between you.

Phainon shuddered. His sword fell from your throat. He let it drop, let it clang uselessly to the ground between you. His hands, empty now, hovered—hesitant, desperate, aching.

His breath was unsteady, his entire body wound too tight, as if one more second of restraint would shatter him entirely.

"You should run," he whispered one last time.

But his hands had already found your face. His sharp golden claws went over your skin, the cold metallic claws made you shiver, touch featherlight, as if he was afraid he would break you.

Or maybe… as if he was afraid you would break him.

His forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm, shaky. His heart thundered against his ribs, wild, unrestrained.

"I should let you go," he murmured, but his grip only tightened. But Then— Phainon trembled.

For all his power, for all the flames that had swallowed cities at his command, he was fragile beneath your touch.

His breaths came shallow, uneven. His body was wound tight, every muscle locked in a battle he had already lost. And when your fingers—warm, steady, unbearably gentle—cupped his face, he broke.

A sharp, wounded inhale. A shudder.

Then, the first whimper left his lips.

It was soft, barely there, but it shattered something inside him. He tried to hold it in, to swallow the weakness, but it was too late. His knees buckled slightly, his weight pressing into you, seeking something—anything—solid to hold onto. His forehead still rested against yours, but now he was trembling, his breath hitching as the first tear slipped down his cheek.

"I…" His voice cracked. His hands, rough with callouses and stained with blood, clutched at you like you were his last tether to sanity. "I can’t—"

Another whimper, this one quieter, almost strangled.

Phainon, the Flamereaver, the man who had stood alone against armies, who had burned everything in his path, was crying.

Not for the world he had lost.

Not for the lives he had taken.

But for you.

Because he knew he could never have you the way he wanted—not without dragging you into his fire, not without dooming you to the same madness that consumed him.

And yet, he couldn’t let go.

His fingers dug into your waist, clinging as if you might disappear. His body shook against yours, and when you ran your thumb over the tear-stained skin of his cheek, another broken sound escaped him—something between a sob and a sigh of surrender.

"You shouldn’t be here," he whispered, but it was an empty protest. One he didn’t believe himself.

Because when you held him, when your fingers combed through his bloodstained hair, he leaned into you like a man starved.

Like you were the only thing that had ever been real in his world of fire and ruin.

"I love you," he choked out, the words raw, torn straight from the depths of his soul. A confession and a curse all at once. "I love you so much it’s killing me."

His grip tightened, desperate.

"And if you don’t leave now…" He exhaled shakily, pressing his damp face into your shoulder, his body curling inward, caging you against him. "I’ll never let you go." . . . . . You had always loved Phainon. Not just the man who teased you beneath the golden glow of Amphoreus’ sun, not just the warrior with an unreadable gaze and a blade that moved like lightning, but all of him—the bloodstained, broken, and burning parts too.

Your heart ached, raw and desperate. He had tried to push you away, to scare you with the sharp edge of his blade, but he had underestimated you.

You were just as lost in him as he was in you.

With trembling hands, you cupped his face, your thumbs gliding over his cheekbones, wiping away the smears of blood that marred his skin. The red smeared under your touch, streaking his pale skin with warmth that did not belong to him.

His breath stuttered, his lips parting slightly, but he didn’t pull away.

He never could, not from you.

Your thumbs brushed down, grazing the corner of his mouth, lingering there. His lips were slightly chapped, parted as if he wanted to say something, but the words never came. Instead, his breath hitched—a shuddering, fragile thing—and you could see the war raging inside him.

The desperation. The love so overwhelming it made him weak.

Phainon’s hands twitched against your waist, torn between pulling you closer and keeping you away. But you made the choice for him.

You surged forward, claiming his lips in a kiss that burned.

It was not gentle. It was not soft. It was everything you had both held back for too long.

Phainon inhaled sharply against your mouth, a strangled gasp lost between your lips as his hands finally—finally—snapped up to grasp you, no longer holding back. One hand tangled into your hair, the other clutching your waist so tightly it almost hurt, pressing you against him as if you might disappear if he let go.

You deepened the kiss, tilting your head, and he whimpered against your mouth. The sound made your stomach twist, heat pooling in your chest as your fingers slid into his silver-white locks, pulling slightly. He groaned, the sound low and needy, and then he kissed you back with a fervor that nearly stole your breath away.

Phainon kissed like a man who had never known softness, like he was trying to carve the memory of you into his soul. His lips moved against yours feverishly, desperately, like he was terrified this moment would be ripped away from him.

His tongue flicked against your bottom lip, hesitant, seeking, and you granted him entry without hesitation. The kiss deepened, turned messier, hotter. He swallowed your gasp as his arms caged you in, his body pressing you closer, like he was trying to mold you into him, to make you his in every way possible.

Your hands slid down, over the hard lines of his shoulders, his chest, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles. His heart pounded beneath your palm, beating wildly, erratically, and you realized—he was scared.

Not of you. Never of you.

But of what he might do to keep you. Of how far he was willing to go.

Phainon broke the kiss with a ragged gasp, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath warm and uneven. His hands trembled where they gripped you, his body taut with restraint, as if he was fighting himself even now. "Please.. Stay.. By you, I am forever incomplete."

THIS WAS RUSHED IM SORYRYR IM USING MY MOBILE DATA

[skullguts]

GAAAH LOOK AT THE GAYS HAVING FUN!!

OOH how about snorpy and chandlo enjoying some time at the fair?

Can't draw this without drawing THE scene 😌

[drorpheusn1fan]

I LOVE THIS COSTUME SO MUCCH RAHHH

Future man gotta come save me

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Halloo! ive been reading ur blog and i love it sooo mucch 💌💌💌

can i request for angsty nozel with his wife? so she was a noble and had been busy dealing w her family bussiness. one day she came home late and finding nozel waiting for her. he thinks that shes neglecting her own family and there the argument began. and she accidentally said something sooo hurtful to him due her exhaustion. the ending is up to uuu!

thank you laaura, i hope u live a great life and good luck on your exams! 💟💟💟

Hiyaaa~! ^^

Thank youuu!! ^^ I'm glad to hear that you like my content T^T <3 Oh I love me some hurt-comfort from time to time, so most certainly ^^ You're very welcome, and thank you, I hope the very best for you too!

Pairing: Nozel x f!reader Genre: Hurt-comfort Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~1.2k Content/warnings: Wife/reader implies that Nozel would have done better marrying a "numbskull to boss around", reader is a bussiness woman right down to the bone, reader ends up apologizing and comforting Nozel, Nozel is maybe a teeny tiny bit ooc? maybe, hurt-comfort

You were a business woman. Or you considered yourself as one even if the self-given title was a bit misleading considering that you were of noble birth. But you didn’t want to be the kind of a typical noble woman. The text book Noble Lady who didn’t do as much as sit around and order servants around. And gossip.

Hated the gossiping types. Though of course some rumours could be useful in the business world, but that was another thing than maliciously speaking out rumours in order to just make another person’s life difficult. There was discussing events, perhaps even people, and then there was ‘discussing people’.

The latter you hated.

But you, you were someone who was determined to make it in the working world, and had earned the position you held in your family business. You had earned it. Worked for it. And you were going to succeed in it. For your family, your husband, but first and foremost, for yourself.

Actually, you had been a bit surprised to learn that Nozel had harboured feelings for you back in the day, because you had thought that he would have wanted a ‘typical noble wife’ for himself. But instead, he had fallen for you.

He had called you capable, strong, kind and caring; he had called you as someone he would be proud to call a wife and carry the Silva name. These were separated instances of course, but nowadays those discussions linked together in your mind. They made you smile, on most days, because you felt like he understood you.

He was a working man, after all. He was a busy person, too. And so he should understand you, if you were late, and caught up in endless meeting and paperwork. Because he was caught in it too. Which sometimes made married life difficult, but you made it work. You made it work because you loved each other, and cherished the moments you had together even more.

That… was what you expected to come to when you came come that evening.

Not him, standing there with crossed arms in his silk pyjamas and a robe.

“You’re late,” he only said.

“I know, I know, I had a meeting and it went on and on, you know how it’s like. When people can’t get things done and you’re stuck in a circle,” you told him while taking off your outer clothes.

“You’re working even longer than I am these days,” he continued, going somewhere, but not saying it straight.

“I’ll make time for us when I can, I promise.”

He sighed with a frown, which told you about his growing irritation, which in turn made your brows furrow.

“Honey… I’ll try to-“

“You’re not trying enough,” he spoke on top of you making your eyes shoot wide open.

“Ex..cuse me?” You asked, wanting to think that you had heard wrong.

“You’re not making us, our family, the Silvas, into a priority. Instead you value your previous life higher and spend more time with them than here.”

“Of course I spend time with them!” You argued. “Because it’s a part of the business! It’s like telling you that you can’t spend so much time with the knights!”

“I am spending less time with the knights! Because I am here waiting for you!”

“I didn’t ask for it!”

“That’s what married couples are supposed to do! Want to be with each other.”

“Be stuck at home you mean?!”

“I want to see you when I get out of work!”

“Well maybe you should have married a good-for-nothing numbskull that you can boss and show around then.” And that… that was when you heard what you had just said.

You heard it, and… worst of all, you saw it. You saw it in his eyes, the way his eyes widened this time, and how he was biting his molars together to keep himself from saying anything else. To hold his tongue.

His eyes turned to the side, which his posture followed as he turned away to make his way to the window.

It had been a topic of a conversation back, way back, when you had started dating. That he didn’t want someone who’d idly follow his wishes, but would instead be someone who had a mind of her own, who could stand by him. It had been important to him. Because he knew that he could be quite adamant, stern, cold even, and he wanted his wife to be someone who could be there to support him as he tried to unlearn the traits he had picked up while growing up.

And now you were telling him that he didn’t deserve such support. That only someone who would mindlessly follow anyone for the sake of a title would be the only kind of a person, who’d want to be with him. That anyone strong, would look at him and conclude that he was too much work, a rotten piece of work. Damaged goods.

You, essentially, told him that he was unlovable. 

“Nozel I…” you started, taking a few steps closer to him.

“Don’t…” he said but didn’t turn around to look at you. Instead he just looked out of the window into the night.

“I didn’t mean that…”

“It’s fine.”

He wasn’t fine, you knew as much.

“Look I…” you made your way to him and wrapped your arms around his middle, placing your head onto his shoulder. “It’s amazing that you want to see me at the end of the day. I want to see you too, but it’s… I wouldn’t ask you to quit being a knight.”

“I’m not asking you to quit,” he replied with something that was almost a huff. “Just cut back on the hours. Be more present here. Be a family.”

He had a point. Because you were building a new family with him. But it wasn’t as simple as just being an entirely separate family from what you had. You didn’t want that, to just cut out everything from your past. You wanted to have bits from both families.

“I want to have a family with you too, to be a family, but my family is also a part of it. I can devote more or my time to us, but you need to devote more of your time too then.” It sounded like a business deal, but you thought it to be a fair one. Because the common wish for you both was to spend more time together. This would be the way to do it.

There was a pause lingering in the air, for a few seconds, until he finally spoke up.

“Alright. Deal,” there was a hint of a smile in his tone, just a hint. But you’d take it. You’d take that sense of consolation, of acceptance and forgiveness; the tone of moving forward.

But the real consolation came from how he placed his hand on top of yours, and how he sank into the embrace.

You’d make it. Together. In this life.

[s-sh-ne]

i love this man so mucch RAHHHH

I love how Obi-Wan enters a hug. He always stretches out his arms way before he reaches the person. It's very "hugs please!" And I love it😩

So cute🥺

[hitsuyou-fukaketsu]

Gloria a rex lapis

[become-potatoes]

red guy from dhmis? :)

SCREEEEE AHHH I LOVE RED GUY SO MUCCH HES MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN DHMIS

idk but his overall demeanor, the monotone in his voice, literally just everything about him ahhh he’s such a funny guy and I want to be his friend

also like plot-wise (especially with the original yt series) I feel like he had te most interesting story with how he like exploded at the end and stuff and all the symbolism ughhh it’s so good man

[violetnotez]

How about Tamaki Amajiki with a shy, introvert, nerdy S/O who's studying to become a entomologist (someone who studies butterflies and moths?)

Tamaki x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 2300+

⤷ Warnings: mild cursing

⤷ Synopsis: Tamaki is more than happy spend the day with his s/o at butterfly conservatory, since butterflies and moths are their passion. It’s just such a strange world to him, and he’s pretty nervous about it-especially when the bugs seem to take a liking to his hair

This fic is for the @bnhabookclub Bingo Event! Here’s my masterlist to see all my work for this event!

Bingo Slot: Hair Playing

This is my first one shot with little Amajiki, so sorry if it’s not very good! I lowkey wrote all this at 1 in the morning, so I honestly have no idea what sleep deprived me came up with 😂💀

Also I’m in mobile and at work so I can’t add a “Read More” 😭 I’ll try to get to it when I’m at home!

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You gasped, your eyes blown out of sockets as you looked around at the garden. The smile you were sporting in your cheeks was uncontainable-there we’re just so many butterflies.

They fluttered to and fro like little fairies, each one having a different wing design and a different color. They were so beautiful, so delicate, their wings creating a symphony of small sounds as they fluttered on to the available flowers and trees.

You mind instantly began to pinpoint the different species, the little bodies so used to humans that they were zooming across your own as if you were apart of the forest yourself.

There was a monarch, a painted lady, red admiral, orange sulphur-

“Do-do you like it?”

Tamaki was watching you nervously, his voice nervous as his eyes trained on your shocked face.

He knew how much you loved butterflies and moths, something he had learned about you very early on in your relationship. You had a special bond with the creatures, always researching and learning about new species each day.

After he had learned about this conservatory after you had talked about wanting to go, he knew instantly he had to buy tickets for you to go. He had made a surprise until now, your complete silence making him nervous.

Maybe you didn’t want to go here? Maybe he heard you wrong?

“Oh Tama, it’s-it’s amazing,” you breathed out, your smile evident in your voice, “its perfect,”

You grabbed his hand tenderly, your digits softly gracing the pads of his flesh. Tamaki gulped, a blush evident in his face-he still wasn’t used to this whole relationship, it was honestly scary to him, but-it felt nice. He loved having your skin against his, almost a reminder that none of this was a dream and in fact real.

Now that he could breathe a sigh of relief, he let himself melt into your touch, a nervous smile gracing his lips.

He had to admit it, this place was really breathtaking. The trees were incredibly tall, almost as tall as a whole house, the canopies dropping down as if protecting the butterflies from the outside world. The flowers decorating the floor were bright and colorful like confetti, matching the multiple colors of the butterflies. The damp dirt was sweet, making the whole conservatory smell like the earth after a rainstorm. Everything about this place felt pure and peaceful, making Tamaki feel more at ease.

You squeezed your nervous boyfriend’s hand, turning to look at his adorably shy expression.

“Cmon Tama,” you cooed sweetly, “lets go explore-“

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Now you were sitting on the floor with Amajiki, both your legs crossed casually. You had your phone out, giggling softly as you took pictures of the shy boy.

“Geez Tamaki, I didn’t know you were such a butterfly whisperer,” you giggled, taking another round of pictures of him.

He arms were stretched out along his body, a squirming expression on his face as he tried not to move. Amajiki had to have at least 10 butterflies on each of his arm, not including the ones fluttering on his chest and head, the butterflies somehow all crowding on to him.

“I-I didn’t know-either,” he stuttered out.

He looked so sweet like this, trying hard not to disturb the little creatures on his body.

You smiled again at the boy, settling into the floor as you peered into his indigo blue eyes.

“Do you know what it means when a butterfly lands on you?” You asked quietly, a small smile on your lips.

“No-I dont,” Tamaki stared at you, his eyes wide. “What does it mean?”

You leaned in to him, looking at each butterfly with warmth and affection.

“Well honestly, there’s a lot of interpretations-some say it means transformation and growth, a sign you're discovering your inner wisdom. In dreams, it can mean you're on the right track about a decision, or just good luck.”

You smiled, giving him an embarrassed look.

“Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear me ramble-“

“It’s okay, you can talk about them,”” he interjected, taking care to not move his jaw too much in order to not scare the butterflies. “I think its-it’s....sweet, that you know so much,”

Tamaki was blushing, his cheeks tinged with red. He would be completely embarrased to admit it out loud but-he absolutely loved to hear you talk. You were usually shy and kept to yourself, but when ever you got passionate about something and just rambled, it was-well-nice. He could almost get a glimpse into your mind, seeing how the ideas just flowed through you and created such interesting thoughts. It was intoxicating to Tamaki, and he could never get enough of it.

“Do-do you know what this one is?” he asked timidly, his eyes trained on a beautiful red butterfly with an inky black trim.

“Oh, that one?” you cooed, leaning in slightly towards the little bug. “Thats a red admiral- red butterflies usually symbolize intense love and passion, so sometimes its associated with lovers,”

“Do-do you like those ones? The red?” he asked. His arms were beginning to feel tired frm keeping the butterflies up comfortably, but the ticklish feeling of their beatiing wings took some of the sting off his aching limbs.

You shrugged your shoulders, a carefree smile on your lips.

“I think they’re beautiful,” you said, “but they have alot of bad associated with them. Like some myths from Scotland say a red butterfly is a witch in disguise. Or from Korea, they say that if you touch a red butterfly and then touch your eye, you’ll evetnually go blind.”

Tamaki gulped, his inky blue eyes wide.

“Well thats a little-intense,” he stammered.

You giggled at his obivous shock, your nose scrunched so so adorably Tamaki felt his heart squeeze.

“Yeah just a litle,” you smiled softly.

Your hand reached out, Tamaki watching your every move as you delictely picked up an orange butterfly, its design swirling with black an white.

“This one- is one of my favorites,” you mused, your eyes drinking in lovingly the little orange creature.

Tamaki sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“It-its beautiful,”

You simply nodded, a sweet smile on your face as you watched the butterfly flutter on your pointer.

“This is a monarch-I pretty sure you’ve seen it before,”

Tamaki hummed in agreement-come to think of it, he had learned about his butterfly. He had only vaguely seen it in grade school, maybe in one of the science books he had read in class, but he had never seen it up close.

It was so beautiful, the orange so vibrant yet gentle, the black design looing almost handpainted-perfectly and imperfectly created by Nature’s own hands.

“I think these are absolutely beautiful, but what I really like is the folklore behind them.”

“In Mexico, many pople believe that the monarch migration are actually souls from the Land of the Dead that visit each year during the Fall season. They decorate their altars, and even sometimes dress up as them to help the souls come back to earth and visit their loved ones.”

You gazes at the little creature, your eyes full of admiration aad affection.

“It just-sounds so sweet ya know? That all these people wait for these little guys, and feel so mucch hope and love for them, because they’re a promise that their love never truly dies,”

Tamakki smiled timiidly at the little monarch-how could he tell you that thats exactly how he felt aout you?

You were his little monarch- he had waiting for someone like you to come into his life, to be a promise that everything was going to be okay. That any insecurity or problem he felt he had with himself wasnt so bad as he thought it was- to give him hope that in the future things would turn out okay. He was terrfied some days that your love was all just a fantasy, that maybe, for some reason, you didnt truly love him like he did and you were just dating him out of pity. It was hard for him to get out of those very low stupors, when he felt like he had no worth, but rememebring your smile and your voice and they way you said “I love you” to him made him realize it was all in his head- that your love for each other was real. You were his promose that love was true and never just went away.

You looked up at Tamaki, your soft smile turning into a surpressed chuckle. Somehow when you had been talking about the monarchs, even more butterflies had landed on Tamaki, making hard to even see the color of his shirt now.

“Tama, do you need some help?” you giggled, looking att he doting man with wide innocent eyes.

Tamaki blinked a few times, waking himself up frm his daze-did that many butterflies land on him?

The ache on his arms seemed to get even worse, making his muscles quiver from the effort.

He gulped, a shy grin on his face.

“Y-yes, thatd be nice,” he said, loving how sweet your giggles sounded.

You began to gently help Tamaki say goodbye to his new found friends, tapping gently on his arm to send vibrations that would make the butterflies stutter away. Some were a little more determined, making you have to take it off his shirt by placing it on your finger and gently blowing on it to make it fly off.

All your gentle prodding was making Tamaki blush intensely- he honestly loved your touches, but he was always too nervous to say so.

He simply sat there, relishing the feeling of your skin against his clothing as the dull ache in his arms began to wash away.

Afer a few minutes of prodding, you finally gave a sigh.

“Alright, I think thats the most of them-just now for your hair…”

There were a few butterflies perched in his inky locks, making their colorful wings stand out even more in the almost black landscape of his tresses.

You reached out, your hands beginning to rack against his hair, lifting the strands gently in order to get the butterflies to melt away from his body.

Poor Tamaki’s face began to heat up intensely- this was something he absolutely adored. Whenever you burshed, combed, or even just touched his hair, he instantly felt at ease. His whole body felt warmed up with a bubbly sensation, and butterflies filled his stomach (no pun intended).

He sighed in content, his long black lashes fluttering downward- he could honestly sleep right here, with you touching his hair so soothingly as the butterflies beat their gentle wings in the background.

You definitely noticed that little sigh, a small chuckle escaping your lips.

“You like it when I touch your hair Tama?” you asked sweetly, your heart swelling when you see Tamaki’s cheeks look so warm.

God-why was your boyfriend so adorably cute?

I-uh-uh yes I do,” he stuttered out,clearly sheepish, “could-could you keep touching me-like that?”

You grinned softly, your hands wracking into his hair even more,

God, you could scream with joy right now. Your boyfriend rarey asked for touches, unless he was extremely tired or distraught- it took alot for him to admit he wanted any type of touches, and in public too. He must feel so calm in this moment, and you couldnt be more happy for him. Your heart swelled,a strange sensation of wanting to just kiss him taking over your body.

“Sure thing,” you whispered, your digits caressing his locks. You two sat in complete and comfortable silence, Tamaki focusing on your every touch while you simply relished playing through his har, twisting and brushing the inky black locks.

Amaki felt so at peace it was almost nervewracking-all of this felt like a dream, and he was scared that if he opened his eyes, he would wake up to nothignness. You wouldnt be there, the butterflies would disapperear, and his whole world would no longer be decorated in colors but in meek grays. You were his eveything to him, and he couldnt let you go.

Tamaki gulped, his brows knitted downi n conflict.

“Y/n I-is this a dream?”

You gave a short giggle, finding the comment quite adorable.

“No, sweetie, it isnt-why do you ask?”

“Because-this feels-it feels to good to be real.”

You faltered slightly from touching his hair, your fingers stopping in their tracks.

Too good to be real?

“Tama, I-” you tried to ask gently, but Amajiki beat you to your words. His eyes fluttered open, his hand reaching for your wrist and bringing it downwards, holding it close to his chest.

Y/n, youre-youre my marposa,” he stated, his voice almost forceful, as if he was trying to convince you of his words. “Youre my promise of love. Please-I know it doesnt make much sense but-but you mean everything to me, and I, terrified that of this is-”

Tamaki words were muffled against your lips, your flesh pressed up gently against his own. He tensed up slightly, his body full of shock until he finally succumbed to it, his cheeks on fire as he melted into you.

You pulled away from the stuttering boy, a blissful smile on your lips.

“-fake?” you finished his sentence, “Did that feel fake to you Tamaki?”

The boy didnt know what to do-his whole body felt like it was on overdrive, his skin feeling tingly and warm and shivers crawling deliciously down his back.

Only you could make his nervousness feel exhelirating, and he drank up every minute of being so intimate with you.

N-no,” he stammered, his eyes watching as you smiled at him, your head cocked towards your shoulder.

“You have nothing to worry about-Ill always be right here with you,” you tenderly grabbed for the boy’s hand, your fingers dancing lazily against his digits.

“Youre my promise too”

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[flaine1996]

YOOOOOH OKAY SO I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS AND JUST CAN I SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS???!!!

Things that i love:

-Sol is such a petty betch and I. AM. HERE. FOR. IT.

-THE WAY ANA DESCRIBES SOL ITS LIKE SHE TOOK HER IMAGE OF HER IN MY HEAD PUT HER PEFECTLY IN PAPER AND THEN SOME!!!

-hadrian. Hadrian. HADRIAN.

-i really really honest to god love how hadrian was portrayed here. Yes he is a puppy dog in love but he doesnt take shit especially from sol and I am SO SO SO VERY HAPPY because sol is a feral bitch and she needs people who can reign that in

-Bria was written wonderfully. And im so so sorry sol feral ass was jealous. Shell give props to you though for being bold just not on her man

-THAT UNNAMED CHARACTER SLAYED ME!!! HIS COMMENTS WERE ON POINT I DONT EVEN KNIW HIS NAME AND I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM HAHAHAHAH

-THAT SCENE AT THE END WAS SOOOOFTTTT AND IM LIVING HERE FOR IT

-SOL YOUR A DUMB HOE BUT I LOVE YOU AND YOUR SUPREMELY OVERDRAMATIC ASSS AND YOUR INABILITY TO BE NOT EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED AS WELL AS INCAPABLE OF TALKING ABOUT FEELINGS

Thank you once again Ana!!! Thus commission was everythung i dreamed of and more!!!

Rising Sol

Commission made by the lovely @flaine1996​

The Pitch: A jealous scene between the MC and Hadrian.

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The air is clogged with life.

Voices and drums and clinking of glasses. Laughter and curses and crashing of plates. Smells of food and drink and human bodies meshed too close together fill his nostrils as effectively as the mad cacophony overwhelms his eardrums, but Hadrian can’t even take any refugee in his sights.

The obscure, shady tavern is overflowing with people, almost all as dubious as the slightly worrying slant of its walls. A raucous band of minstrels is performing loudly from a podium made of cracking wood, and most patrons aren’t seated nursing their drinks, but instead, dance and prance around to the mad beating of a gigantic drum.

To say that Hadrian feels lost would be an understatement.

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[life-with-hogwarts-students]

Thread of Dorcas playing Persona 3: Portable whilst Regulus watches (Very Out of Context)

(Dorcas is playing as a female protagonist)

Regulus: This unknown boy is creeping me out

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Regulus: OO PRETTY GIRL SHES HOT Mitsuru queen

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Regulus: Awe Yukari’s cute

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Regulus: WHY DOEES SHE HAVE A Gun

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Regulus: HOBBYY???? WHAT HOBBY NEEDS A GUN

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them: was everything okay?

Regulus: NOTHING WAS OKAY!!! THE STATION WAS WEIRD AF

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Regulus: when the game says you need to sleep you sleep

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Regulus: 'dont tell anyone what i saw???' tthats not concerning at all!

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Regulus: HELMET MAN!!!

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Regulus: 11TH GRADE???? THE PROTAGONIST IS SO SMALLL

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Regulus: sexism??? in this economy??? its more likely than you think

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Regulus: GOOD GODS THE PRINCIPAL IS SO CREEPY WTF

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Regulus: 'SMIRKING CLASSMATE????' THATS WHAT THEY CALL THE LIAM OBRIEN???

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Regulus: OMG HE LOOKS LIKE A FRAT BOY AND HES GONNA BE OUR FRIEND!!!

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Regulus: yukari didnt havve to come for junpei like that but she really did

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Regulus: omg junpei sweetie, hes such a himbo but also not a himbo???

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Regulus: LIN MANUEL MIRANDA????

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Regulus: I dont need to but im gonna ask ALL THE QUESTINs

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Regulus: HES GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSSING US HOW DARE

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Regulus: idk why but whenever he talks i hate him

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Regulus: mysterious old gentlemen?? thats me

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Mitsuru: the moon is beautiful tonight

Regulus: SO ARE YOU

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Regulus: I THOUGHT SHE WAAS GONA CONFESS

FOR A HOT SECOND

AND THEN I REALIZED THAT WOULDNT HAPPEN CAUSE PEOPLE ARE COWARDS

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Regulus: THESE MONSTERS ARE FIGHTING CAUSE THEYRE DISTRESSED??? WELL IM ALWAYS DISTRESSED TOO YOUU DONT SEE ME STARTING FIGHTS EVERYWHERE

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Mitsuru: are you ready

Regulus: never

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Regulus: DEPRESSION IN THE BUILDING BAYBEEEE -ooo blood

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Regulus: FIGHT THE GHOST MOPS YASS

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Regulus: oof them good beats im vibing

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Regulus: merlin, this game takes the english out of me

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Regulus: smollenemy boisss

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Regulus: ITS A GHOST PIXIE WITH A HAND

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Regulus: THAT HAND HAD A FACE ON IT??? or am i SEEING THINGS??

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Regulus: we love the mcfucking stairs, thanks Dorcas

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Regulus: aweee ghosties wearing cute pink pyjama pants

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Regulus: i wish these hand things fought with their middle fingers, would be so mucch more interesting

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Regulus: Shuffle time -EVERYDAY IM SHUFFLING

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Regulus: junpei's me; burning my mouth with the hot food knowing FULL WELL THAT ITS FUCKING HOT

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Regulus: yukari??? tired?? EXCUSE ME???

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Regulus: im love fortune telling lady

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Regulus: EAVESDROPPINGGGG TIMEEE

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Regulus: apparently rio is Dorcas' beloved lmaoooo

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Regulus: YUKARI FLIRTING WITH USSS YESSS

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Regulus: FRIENDS THAT ARE GIRLS??? NOPE YUKARI IS OUR GIRLFRIEND (remember they're playing as a female protagonist)

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Regulus: akihikos mood changes tho; one minute hes like 'you better be training' and the next hes like 'go have some fun'???

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Regulus: YUKARI FLIRTING WITH USSSSSSSSSS

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Regulus: WE GOING ON A DATE WITH MITSURU!!!

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Regulus: YUKARI DATE WITH US ON A DATE SHE SWEETIE SHES POURING HER HEART OUT TO US THIS IS TOTALLY A DATE

Regulus: LOVERS ARCANA??? I WAS CORRECT THEYRE DATING

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Regulus: HORROR HOUSE??? I THOUGHT SHE SAID WHORE HOUSE!

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Dorcas: are you ready to hang out with junpei

Regulus: im always ready

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Regulus: hes stopping to stare at us??? well, we are beautiful

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Regulus: sausage fest??? JUNPEI WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

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Regulus: what type of life has theo been living??? wtf??? spoonfuls??? my guy does he need help??

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Regulus: fuck tanaka, and not in the fun way

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Dorcas: you wanna take theo out on a date

Regulus: FUCK YES I LOVE HIM

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Regulus: men are cowards

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Regulus: the way junpei talks about akihiko is like hes in love with him like dude you tryna set us up or yourself???

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Dorcas: you can date any man in this (as a female character)

Regulus: disgusting

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akihiko: i dont want u to rely on me during fights

Regulus: thats completely fine we have Dorcas

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Regulus: i love being talked about behind my back

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Regulus: SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AKIHIKO

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Regulus: MOTORCYCLE??? IM EVEN GAYER NOW

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yukari: what are we gonna do?!

Regulus: cry

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junpei: what type of messed up ride is this??

Regulus: a fun one

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Regulus: YAS STRIKE A POSE JUNPEI GOOGLE MAP ALWAYS TAKING PHOTOS BAYBEEE

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Regulus: does someone know how to drive a train???? i feel like that would be a good skillset to have

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Regulus: Dorcas' making us cry and now junpei's freaking out, great

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yukari: how did you know which ones the break

Regulus: ITS CALLED GUESSING -or Dorcas has played this before

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Regulus: a yawn-b-gone??? do you mean energy drink???

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Regulus: someone pls get akihiko high, he needs it

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Regulus: Theo, my sweet boi i love him

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Dorcas: someone was injured their car fell-

Regulus: nice

Dorcas: ????

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Dorcas: i will cheat to get these questions right

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Regulus: not Dorcas losing her cool over rio

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Regulus: not Dorcas tryna murder headless ghosties while they couple dance

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Regulus: lets get us some boiiisss and by bois i mean personas and not actual bois cause yike

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Regulus: oh no, drunk man. we don't love drunk man

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Dorcas: Translate 'pan' into english

Regulus: BRAID!

Regulus: Wait- I MEANT BREAD

Dorcas: BRAID?????

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Regulus: i cant believe we have to do the test

Dorcas: REGULUS YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING IM ANSWERING THE QUESTIONS

[i-need-air]

So, uh, I’d love to ask for a match-up, if that’s cool.

I’m 5’3”, in my third year of college, and have diabetes (if that’s important). I’ve got short wavy brown hair and wear glasses. I’m a bit on the curvier side and have three piercings in one ear, two in the other at the moment. I plan on getting tattoos, have recently been wearing mainly jeans and shirts ranging from cute to semi showing off.

I happen to love reading a LOT. I have a whole library of my own books and am working on getting more. I love anime and manga too. I read comics and doodle a bit, writing a tad too.

I’m aiming for a Forensic Science degree, but I absolutely suck at math. I’m protective of my friends, even have threatened to hurt a person if they so mucch hurt my friends. I crave hugs and cuddles on a daily basis (cursing 2020), but I also just would enjoy spending time getting to know people before attempting dating.

Personally, I have no true preference, just that I know someone well before deciding to date. I don’t care if they’re a hero or villain, just that I know that I can trust them.

I hope it’s not too hectic!

When I read your description I started thinking you'd be great with someone laid back, calm but with a little bit of sass or spunk. All to match your energy. So here I am, considering between Aizawa and Shinsou because I believe you'd genuinely make a good pair with them. I'll go with Aizawa because:

Aizawa:

× This man will smirk whenever he sees you.

× I feel you two would get along the most out of the two. He's chill, giving you time and space to do your own thing but you'd also have this domesticity and love many crave.

× Adores the library idea and I feel he has his own books to help you fill it if you don't mind.

× I hope you don't mind him laying on your lap and napping while you read bc that's paradise for him.

× Is so respectful and proud of your career choice [& want him to tutor you? Dksjskdj]

× He's very loyal to his friends too so that's another reason for him to genuinely respect you as a person. Except the same loyalty toward you.

× Aizawa is one to get to know the person a lot before attempting to date and is patient and understanding throughout all steps. He shows interest by learning about your hobbies, job, you...

× Physical contact is gradual, just as you two get to know each other and it ends in such a magnetic pull into each other, all very natural.

[majorshiraharu]

Echoes In My Mind; Chapter 1 - Icy Alliance - EchoxReader Fic

Echo x (Female) Reader fic 

---------------------------------------------------- Content Rating: Mature/18+ Eventual NSFW Smut Warnings:  Swearing Violence Anxiety Mention of violent canon events

-Trigger Warnings for future chapters:  Torture Injuries Recovery Nightmares PTSD (rather warn you now before you become invested, after this warnings will only be labeled for individual chapters at the start of each) 

-This fic will be added to my ao3 account and to the masterlist, if you want to be added to a taglist please let me know. Y/N = Your name  Y/O/N = Your original name (since your character is going under an alias for most of the fic, before later on revealing her real name)

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Intro: After order 66 you escape the Empires grips and go on back to your bounty hunting ways, your ship was damaged in a mission gone wrong and you’ve been stranded on a cold icy planet doing whatever jobs you can to fix your ship and finally get out of here. Along the way, you run into some guys with familiar faces, one who reminds you of the man you loved that died years ago at the Citadel 

-You're collecting your reward for a bounty you just turned in - just then a male Gotarite comes up behind you grabbing your shoulder - you whip around pulling your blaster out of its holster as you use your elbow to push away the hand, now with your blaster pointed directly at his face - "Vegree?!" you shout, lowering your blaster. "I thought you were going to blast my head off, what the kriff were you thinking Y/N?" he spits out angrily both of his offset green beady eyes staring at you. "Man I'm sorry but that's what you get for grabbing me from behind like that, you're lucky I recognized your stench so quickly" you said as smugly as you could manage. 

"Whaaat didd youu jusst saayy?!" Oh great you thought, you know shits about to go down when he starts stuttering like that.   "I'm just teasing you old man, stop getting your teeth in a twist, you might bite your tongue off" you said trying to cool the tension rising. 

"Wellll listten heere Y/N, iff yoouuu ssso mucch aas pooinnt thhatt tthiingg att mme aggainn wwe'rre gonnnaa hhavve mooree prrobblemmms!" he shouts, clearly not taking your jokes well.  "More problems than we already have, haha, I find that hard to believe, well anyway what did you want?" hoping that changing the subject might make his mood better. 

He lets out a big snort as he swallows his anger with you to finally move on to his point for being there, "I got a mission for ya, pays well, might get ya out of this dump." 

"Well, what is it, who's asking, how much, who I gotta kill, or capture, anything to get out of here with my sanity."  "Can't tell ya who from, it'll pay ya enough to fix your ship, but no killing, it's purely a spy mission" he says looking around for anyone listening. 

"A spy mission, urgh, fine, who or what is my target and what do I need to get" you scoff out, you've always hated spy missions because they usually involved you getting found at some point, the last spy mission ended with you running to your ship under heavy fire, that mission was also the reason you were stuck on this godforsaken trash pile of a planet. 

"Stop complaining, ya want in or not?!" he asks pulling out a datapad  "Fine" you growl reaching out for the datapad.  He waits for a moment before handing it to you, "Ya will find all ya need on that, just make sure to deliver what they want by the deadline, I ain't the middle man on this one so ya better not get snippy with da wrong people" he says in an almost worried way as he gets up and walks off into the crowd of people in the cantina. 

What's that supposed to mean you think to yourself, he's never been so worried or secretive about a mission before. You turn on the datapad looking over the words and images on the screen, seems easy enough, you'll just have to steal another ship to get to the location, which was on a nearby planet, great, good luck finding a decent ship in this place. You would just take a ship and run, but being a bounty hunter that wouldn't help you get any jobs and would probably end with someone putting a bounty on your head, so best to just borrow one for a few hours so you can complete this mission and then fix your own ship.

You get up and walk outside, breaking the datapad in two and discarding it as it instructed, it's cold outside, your face feels like it's already starting to freeze, you head towards the landing pads and the shipyard - it's pretty empty today. Then you spot an all-black ship, it looks strange among the rest, almost like it could be an imperial transport shuttle, but you've never seen one like this, sadly imperial or not it would have to do, there was nothing else nearby and not to mention you wanted out of the cold so bad you'd gladly pick a fight with some imperials right now if it meant getting out of this cold. -You hack the control panel on the outside gaining you access to the inside of the ship, where you notice a skull painted on the side and a bunch of posters, eww this ship must belong to some lonely strange guys by the look of this messy place and the different things scattered about.   You walk to the front of the ship working on hacking the panel so you can fly out of here, this is harder than you thought, normally you were pretty good at this stuff, but someone has heavily modified this ship, no wonder it didn't look familiar, whoever these people were they knew how to modify a ship that's for sure.

-Suddenly you hear people talking, and it's getting closer, oh kriff you think, with your luck, it's probably the people who own this ship, and by the sound of it there are 5 men, you could probably take them as long as you got the jump on them. -You put the cover over the control panel trying to be as quiet as possible as you hear the door to the ship open "kriff" you let slip out as you try to duck into a hiding spot behind part of the wall near the door. "So boys now that we've delivered this bounty and finally gotten some grub where do you all want to go?" asks one of the men, he has a distinctive accent, they all start talking, making it hard to tell what they're saying, especially over the sound of the one guy shouting about wanting to beat up some clankers. You try to take advantage of their babbling to sneak a peak for how you might get out of this predicament. 

 Well, there's no way out, they're all standing right by the door, and there's no way to sneak by them or - your thoughts are cut off by the sudden realization that the cover you had hastily placed back on slid off the console and crashed hard onto the floor, stopping their bickering. 

"We really need to fix this thing, Tech, Echo, get over there and patch that back up will ya" the one with the accent says, causing you to shake with anxiety, knowing that in any second two of those guys would be walking right by you, should I attack them, or should I try to explain myself, you think quickly unsure of your choices as your anxiety swallows you up, hearing their footsteps coming closer, you close your eyes. -You try and dart out from your hiding spot to hopefully catch them off guard giving you enough time to get out and into the snowstorm outside, but instead, you just run right into the guy who was just around the corner crashing to the ground as you land right on top of him with a grunt. "What the heck" you hear the rest around you yell, as the one below you lets out a small grunt before looking up at you, right into your eyes, both of you just kinda stare at each other, unsure of what's going on. 

"Echo" the one to the left of you shouts, grabbing you and pulling you back locking your arms behind you. Did he say Echo? you think,  "Let me go" you shout cracking the back of your head into his helmet and kicking him back, freeing yourself, you try to run, but the one called Echo gets up quickly stepping in front of you and grabbing both your wrists as you try to push him away,  "I said let go" you yell kicking his leg, "OW!!" you scream out realizing you just kicked your shin into a leg that was metal. "Are you okay?" he asks instantly letting go of your wrists, as you bend down to hold your aching shin, you look up to see a worried look on his face,  "Why do you care?" you said coldly as you stood up, still in pain, making him frown.  "I care because you just kick my solid metal leg." he says in a joking way, making you look away, feeling guilty for being such a jerk.  "I'm sorry" you say while staring at the floor, "I'm just trying to finish this mission so I can fix my ship and get off this damn planet." "So you were going to steal our ship?" he says raising an eyebrow with a smirk crawling across his face.   "Just to get to the mission location, I was gonna bring it back" you basically shout, now getting flustered by the way he's looking at you. 

"Well, where are you headed maybe we can take you."  "Wait now hold on there" one with the gray hair and bad attitude says  "We aren't seriously going to let this little girl hitch a ride to some bounty on our ship, are we?" he spits out.

"HEY, I'm not a little girl, I'm a bounty hunter" you shout at him, causing him to roll his eyes and cross his arms.  "I think we are" says the one with the accent grinning at the displeasure these words brought to the face of his comrade.  "Sorry about that, Crosshair here doesn't trust easily, my name is Hunter, this is Wrecker, over there is Tech and well you've just met Echo" he says pointing out his comrades to you. 

As he does this you notice they all look kinda similar, the one called Echo looks a lot like the clones you use to fight alongside.  "You're clones?" you say hesitantly,  "Yes" said Echo,  "Well actually we've all been altered in some way to enhance specific skills" says Tech in a way that was almost too fast for you to understand. "It's good to meet you, umm..."  "Y/N" you blurt out nervously,  "Y/N" Hunter says finishing his sentence.  You notice Echo smiling at you after you just blurted out your name, causing you to slightly blush, trying to look away from him in a way that wasn't obvious. 

"Well Y/N, where are you headed?" asks Echo.   “I'm headed to Luminues, the planet not too far from here, it's just a simple mission to get some information from a warehouse for someone."

"Hmm, for a mission that sounds so simple I'm surprised they'd pay enough to fix your ship, who's asking for this information?" Hunter asks looking concerned,  "I know, they didn't give me much information on the job and I don't know who they are, but I promise it will just be a simple in and out and then I'll be out of your hair" you say trying to sound convincing.  "LET'S GO THEN" shouts Wrecker,   "All right" says Hunter sternly, "but we can't help you and if our ship gets damaged we'll need some of that bounty in return",   "No problem, I'd be happy to share whatever I have left after I repair my ship" you say thankful that they are willing to even take you in the first place. They all take their spots, standing or sitting around as Tech starts the ship and sets it on a course to Luminues, you awkwardly stand near the wall staring out into space until you notice Echo walking up to you. "Umm...so you know clones?" he says unsure of how to phrase his question, "Yeah, I use to...." you cut yourself off, remembering that despite not being a Jedi you were still labeled as an enemy of the Empire and you didn't want to give yourself away, "umm, I um I...I worked on ships for the Republic" you said pretty unconvincingly, Echo looks at you tilting his head and raising a brow, he seems to understand that you can't say exactly who you are and accepts your lame answer.  "Well then Y/N, I guess if you mostly worked on ships we probably never met, I was on the front lines a lot, fighting with the...” - suddenly he gets cut off by Crosshair who hits him in the shoulder,  "She doesn't care Echo and remember we're trying to stay low key" he says jabbing him with his elbow,    "Eh, sorry" Echo says with a sad look on his face as he turns away to walk towards Tech.  "We'll be landing shortly" Tech says while pressing a bunch of buttons,  "You might want to hold on to something" Crosshair teases, making you let out a snort as you walk closer to the front of the ship, at that moment the ship makes a hard turn before it jumps back to just barely make a landing on the small landing pad causing you to grab onto Echo to stay on your feet, he grabs your waist trying to steady you before looking up at you, both of you blush before letting go of each other. - Tech opens the door leading outside. "Okay, we got you here, Echo can give you our com channel so you can contact us when you need a pickup, otherwise we'll be here waiting." Hunter says walking toward the open door, Echo softly grabs your arm typing their com channel into your comlink  "Thank you" you say quietly smiling at Echo, causing him to let go of your arm and look away,  "Uh, no problem" he says quietly in return. -You walk out the door as they wish you good luck, let's get this over with you think to yourself finally setting off for your bounty.

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-Notes: Hope you all enjoyed this, I haven't written a fic like this in a while so it's nice to do this again, Chapter 2 will probably be out sometime next week, I will post updates. If you want to be added to a taglist just send me an ask or request so in a comment <3 uwu 

[chaotic-catra]

Leyend of Korra reaction post: Book 2 S2 SPOILERS

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I love how much Tenzin’s kids love Korra, they always treat her like their older sister

TENZIN WE HAVE NO TIME FOR YOUR STUPID CRISIS LET THE GIRLS GO TO THE SPIRIT WORLD

The battle between Unalaq and Korra’s dad was SO COOL I love to see them waterbending because they make it look really similar to earthbending which is diferent from how katara used it

I also love to see Korra bend because her control is so much better than Aang’s since she had a proper training, specially with fire. She is more balanced when using the elements too.

OMG BABY KORRA CRYING WITH HER TUMMY OUT IN THE SPIRIT WORLD THIS SHOW IS EVERYTHING

 IROH BEING HER SPIRIT GUIDE???? I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCCH

NOT BOLING ACTING LIKE HE REGRETS LEAVING THE PSYCHO AT THE ALTAR SKSKSKSKSKSSKSK NO ONE IS TRYING TO SAVE THE WORLD AS HARD AS HIM, FUCK THE AVATAR.

Korra and Unalaq transforming into giant neon people reminds me of that scary scene from Dumbo where the diabolic elephants kept changing their shape

out of context giant unalaq

once again: this sHOW IS SO FUCKING DARK, THIS IS SCARY

COULD THESE IDIOTS STOP DOING THAT TO AANG’S STATUE EVERY FUCKING SEASON FOR FUCK’S SAKE???????

Something that I didn’t like about this season is how after a certain point it got really messy, instead of untying what they had built they kept adding and adding more things and it felt like watching two seasons in one. It's like the first half of the season had a well marked path and then the second half added a lot of things in all the episodes. By the time I finished the season, I had many things left without explanation and I am not sure if it is because they were not very well explained (or explained at all) or because by the end I was already too tired to pay too much attention to details. In any case, LOK is always committed to expanding the ATLA universe and not copying what they know we’ve already seen and that’s something I love, I understand that they didn’t have much time to plan the second season, I don’t think it was bad I just think that they could’ve organized it differently but I’m still in love with this show.

[heleizition]

I love!!!! your art of the dc characters and im new to the dc fandom and which shows/comics do u recommend i should binge on?

!!! thank u so mucch !!!

im rly not a good person to go to to start reading dc stuff bc i know nothing... it depends on characters u want to get to know u know ? i started with young justice 1998 and then wroked my way through other stuff, related or not ... im a mess man