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[fauville]

more f/detective fics in ao3 please and thanks

[ponderingmoonlight]

Honestly, I'm thinking about what if sukuna's s/o(in his og era and when he's still human) died and they vowed that they meet again in another life and they will love him again

MANY many many many years later, itadori become sukuna's vessel and sukuna met his dead s/o who's reincarnated. They have exact voice, face, attitude and everything. The only thing that changed is their last name and THEY HAVE WEDDING RING AND THEY'RE MARRED TO SATORU

And worst of all, sukuna is still inlove with his s/o and LIVID

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When I tell you I had to run home and write this IMMEDIATELY I mean it. What a absolutely amazing idea for a fic, there you go! Please let me know what you think<3

PS: I changed it up just the tiniest bit because it fitted better in the story I had in mind, hope you still like it though

Promises you can't keep

Pairing: former!reader x Sukuna; reader x husband!Gojo Word Count: 2,5k Synopsis: When Sukuna realizes that you did not only break your oath to wait until he returns back to you but married Gojo Satoru after 1000 years of him waiting for you, he goes insane. Warnings: pretty rough language, heavy hurt on Sukuna's side

„Ryomen“, you breathe out, whole body shivering in nothing but grief.

A thick veil of rain and teardrops pours down on the lifeless body of your lover without any mercy. How did this happen? Who on earth would be able to defeat the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of all times?  You always thought that this would last forever, that nobody is able to take this blessing away from you. But there he lays, covered entirely in his own blood while you clearly feel that his strength is leaving him with every passing second.

“You need to look at me, (y/n).”

He had so many enemies, countless people who wanted to defeat him. But no one could ever hold a candle to him – no one until now.

“(y/n). Look at me”, he gasps again urgently.

His hand gently caresses your cheek, a grin plastered on his face. You want to bury yourself against his body, close your eyes and pretend that none of this is actually happening, that your lover isn’t dying in front of you. But you know that look on his face all too well – the stare of death. After all, you took enough lives with your own hands to know how this feels.

“You have to promise me something.”

“I’ll promise you everything”, you cry out, holding onto his hand for dear life while the pounding rain seems to soak through your bones.

This is all too much to bear. You want nothing more than stabbing yourself and lie beside him, waiting for death to finally wash over you. But you know he wouldn’t allow that, that he has other plans.

“I taught you how to use cursed technique, use it. And when you do, we’ll meet again, you hear? No matter in which live, I will find you. Promise me that you’ll wait for me.”

“Of course I will. O-of curse I will wait for you”, you mutter.

“This isn’t enough. I need more assurance. Show me that you mean it”, he demands.

Without thinking twice, you use your powers to cut a gaping wound into your very own forearm, running blood mixing with the rain in an instant.

“I swear I will find you in another life and that I’ll love you until that! I insist by my blood, by a blood oath!”

He smiles while you can sense that life slowly begins to leave his weak frame.

“That’s what I wanted to hear…Don’t break your promise, (y/n)”, he mutters, lids so heavy that he’s barely able to keep his eyes open.

“I would never do that”, you reply, determination filling you gaze.

You will do what he told you. You’ll turn yourself into a cursed spirit and live on until you finally meet again.

Until you are finally able to hold Ryomen Sukuna in your arms again.

“Fuck”, you mumble to yourself, scratching your head while you desperately fight against the pictures of Sukuna that occupy your mind.

Even after more than 1000 years, it seems like this man put a spell on you, haunting you even in your dreams. Well, given the fact that your husband just found out one of Sukuna’s fingers disappeared, the wave of your past seems to catch up with you faster than you thought.

Your phone buzzes violently on your nightstand, making you sign in frustration. Who the hell is this? What could be important enough to contact you when you definitely have more urgent problems at the moment?

“I’m busy sleeping”, you mumble into your phone.

“Gojo-san, you need to come here immediately…I found the cursed object”, Megumi’s unusual bothered voice explains briefly.

“Where’s Satoru? I thought he’s around that area too”, you mutter.

“He’s buying sweets at the moment. Can you please just come here? I wouldn’t call you if it’s not urgent.”

You know that Megumi’s right, that he’d never call you if not necessary. But why on earth is your husband out there buying sweets when this is actually his mission?

“Sure. Give me 5 minutes.”

To be honest, it doesn’t really sit right with you to get in contact with Sukuna again, even if it’s only one of his fingers. But he has to be naïve if he thinks you waited for him, right? After all, he was gone for more than 1000 years, swallowed by earth without any sign. When Satoru Gojo came into your world a few years ago, he showed you what life really is about and even accepted the fact that you are half curse half human, protecting you from the elders with every beat of his heart. Yes, you love this man with all your heart. So much that you gave up the idea of getting back together with Sukuna and started a new life with your now husband.

None of this matters, though. Sukuna is sealed, forever trapped in 20 of his fingers. Even if he’s not over you, he won’t have a chance to confront you anyway.

With a swift motion, you get into your car and drive to the location Megumi has sent you earlier. Everything will work out just fine, like always

______________________________________________________________

“Sorry for keeping you waiting Megumi-chan, got stuck in traffic. Oh, who’s your friend?”, you question while eyeing the pink-haired boy in front of you up and down.

“And why on earth is he half naked?”

Meanwhile, Sukuna laughs to himself inside Yuji hysterically. Finally. Finally he found another vessel. Finally he’s able to search for you again. Oh, how much he missed to hold you in his arms, to hear your sweet voice. How have you been? Did you wait for him like you promised? Of course you did. After all, you told him over and over how much you lo-

“Something really bad happened, Gojo-san”, the black-haired boy that caught Sukuna’s attention earlier speaks out while scratching his head.

Sukuna needs to take a closer look. Who is this woman? She surely is attractive, looking almost like…

“Come on Megumi-chan, stop being so shy and call me (y/n) already.”

You. His heart drops, gaze hungrily soaking up your striking sight. Oh, you didn’t change at all, looking exactly like he remembers you with your wry grin and delicious curves. He waited for this exact moment more than a thousand years.

Finally.

Finally he’ll be able to hold you in his arms again, to rule the world with you by his side like the both of you always imagined. Can this day get any better?

“I prefer Gojo-san, though. After all you’re married to Gojo-sensei.”

…

What was that? Married? And that name…He heard it before. It belongs to the current strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

His stomach turns. This can’t be true, it has to be a misunderstanding. Back then, you made it very clear that you’ll wait for him no matter what happens, he showed you how to reincarnate yourself, he is the one responsible for you still walking on this earth.

You…You wouldn’t betray him like that, right?

“Anyway. What is so bad that you had to call me? And where’s the cursed object?”

“I ate it”, Yuji explains briefly.

Time stands still as you can only stare in disbelief at the boy in front of you, too stunned to speak. Fuck, this is bad. This is very very bad. Not only because that poor teen will probably die, but because it means that he’s reincarnated. Sukuna is back walking on this earth, free to do whatever he pleases. And you know well enough that this could be the end of everything.

“He ate it?”, you repeat with low voice.

Your heart seems to stop beating, your usual so confident smile fades away in the wind.

“Yup”, both boys confirm your worst nightmares.

You need to take a step back, to get a hold on yourself while your finger plays with your wedding ring. This is bad, this means trouble, this is the worst thing that could have possibly happen.

“Gojo-san, are you okay?”, Megumi asks, voice filled with concern.

It’s like you’ve forgot how to breathe, your lungs refusing their service. The eyes of that boy, that orbs that are filled with nothing but innocence and kindness. If you look close enough, you can tell that he’s inside him.

“Get that moron here right now”, you hiss, turning around to face Megumi so fast that your head begins to spins.

Fuck, what are you supposed to do? There are exactly two options:

1. Ryomen forgot about you anyway and will continue his cruel plans

2. He does in fact remember your promise very well and still has feelings for you.

While option one is pretty bad already, you are almost certain that option two is equal to the end of the world. Ryomen is fucking cold-hearted, sadistic and selfish. The only time he ever opened up in his entire life was for you. Oh, you just knew how to make him soft, how to make a thoughtful lover out of a man that wanted to burn the entire world down.

“Long time no see, (y/n).”

You feel like fainting, mouth dry like the desert. It’s his voice. And god, it sounds as horrible and unpromising as 1000 years ago.

“You look younger than I expected”, you comment dryly while turning around.

The worst thing you could do right now is showing him your weakness. You know this man all too well to be aware of the fact that he’ll use everything against you he can grasp.

“And you look like a cheating whore.”

His voice makes the blood freeze in your veins in an instant. He isn’t just mad. No, he’s absolutely furious.

“Ouch, that are some rough words to say.”

Before you have time to even comprehend what’s happening, he grabs your wrists and forces you to look at him, tight grip making your skin burst.

When you look into his eyes, you can see nothing but hatred and disgust in them – a mixture that makes your guts turn.

“Is this a wedding ring on your finger, (y/n)?”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“You were gone for over 1000 years. How long did you expect me to wait for you?”

Your voice isn’t more than a fade whisper, completely swallowed by the threatening way he stands in front of you.

“You swore. You fucking swore.”

“I moved on. I found a man who truly loves me and I love him with all my heart, without any fear or pursuit of power. He accepts me the way I am, he fights for me-“

“And I didn’t do that?”, he yells so hostile that you flinch.

“He showed me that I don’t have to subjugate people. The jujutsu sorcerers at Jujutsu High accept me the way I am, I would even say they like me. And admiration is so much better than submission. I changed my view of the world and this view doesn’t match your fucked up one at all.”

Sukuna can’t believe it. All these fucking years, he waited for you patiently. You were the only thing that occupied his mind, the empire you could have built together. Are you really giving that up because of a random man that put a ring on your finger? Are you giving this life of luxury and nonchalance up for some brats? This doesn’t sound like you at all.

“The (y/n) I knew gave nothing about all of these things”, he spits atyou.

“The (y/n) you knew died a long time ago”, you reply.

He hates the way his heart burns in agony because of your words and how he feels like falling apart. He is the king of curses, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of all times. You should be happy that he chose you to stay by his side, to support him while he reaches his goals. Why on earth do you choose a miserable life like this over him?

It doesn’t matter.

“Then you are my enemy and I’ll kill you.”

“Here I am everybody! Look what I’ve bought!”

There has probably never been a moment in your life when you were so happy to hear the voice of your husband.

“That boy eat the finger, Satoru”, you explain briefly without breaking eye contact with your former lover.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So you’re Sukuna, huh?”, Gojo mutters besides you.

Something inside Sukuna snaps. Instinctively, he lunges himself at Gojo, over and over trying to punch into his pretty face. Is this really the man you chose over him, the man you decided to marry despite the promise you’ve made?

“You have something that belongs me”, Sukuna states, pure hatred dripping from his voice.

“I know you want my woman back because she had a thing with you a thousand years ago. But I need to disappoint you: she’s mine now”, Gojo replies with a cheeky grin.

All the countless nights you spent together, the humans you killed on each other’s side, the empire the two of you built back then in your era. And this is your replacement? He can’t help but feel…

Grief. Fuck, even if he’d never admit it out loudly, you were the only thing besides his powers that Sukuna really valued, maybe even loved. He shouldn’t care about things like this, about your new lover. But he’s absolutely livid, the thought of this man touching the body that belongs to him making him see nothing but red.

Over and over, he tries to beat Gojo Satoru, to show him that he is not to be trifled with. But even though that annoying brat acts as his vessel now, there are still 19 parts of him missing. To beat this man, he’ll definitely need more than one part of his soul.

“C’mon, get back on track boy, don’t let this old fart take over your body”, Satoru speaks to Yuji.

Slowly but surely, Sukuna feels the control slipping through his fingers. No, he isn’t done yet, he has to kill the man that proclaimed you, he has to force you to stay with him at any cost. He waited to damn long for this moment, he can’t lose control now-

“Man, that is really annoying”, Yuji speaks out with his usual voice.

You can tell immediately that he’s gone, almost falling backwards in relief. That was a damn close call. If Satoru wouldn’t have made it one time, who knows what would have happened.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”, Satoru asks softly, hand placed on your back in order to support your trembling body.

“Yeah. Just a little surprised to see my ex after 1000 years I guess”, you breathe out.

All Sukuna is able to do is sit down and watch as this fucker wraps his arms around you and places a small kiss on your forehead, asking you over and over if you’re okay and what happened.

This is unacceptable. You are his and his alone. He will not allow another man to touch you, let alone marry you.

He leans back in his chair and lets himself close his eyes for a brief moment. No, Sukuna won’t allow you to be happy. Even if it’s the last thing he’ll do, he’ll kill Satoru Gojo as soon as an opportunity presents itself.

“I’m coming for you, (y/n).”

[pictureinme]

hey, it's the anon from the ask for @mypoisonedvine, that I asked for breeding/mom!kitten, I saw the answer yesterday but I was so shocked that BOTH of you answered me that I just took sometime to process, anyways....(I'm a little bit shy now) if you want and could write, it would be amazing, love your writing, thanks for taking your time to write things for us ♥️

i'm so happy you sent this at ALL, n the fact that i got 2 do it... i am honored. MWAH MWAH MWAHH I HOPE YOU LIKE IT im def doin more w momma kitten ...

little one

patricia ‘kitten’ braden x f!reader word count: ~1.3k tags: fluffy smut, breeding kink, nipple play, established relationship (they're each others wives <3), pregnancy, baby shopping

(ao3)

Kitten rubs at your thighs, kneading ever so slightly, while your hands are running through her soft curls. The two of you had been like this for an hour now, just feeling each other’s bodies in the dark. Times like these were your favorite, there was no pressure to perform.

Her hand moves up your thigh, delving ever so slightly underneath your silk slip– well, it was hers, but how could you resist such opulence?

You smile to yourself as she massages around your mound, taking her time with you like always, “Did you need something, Kitten, dear?”

She hums coyly as she’s wont to do, “Perhaps…”

With that barely escaping her mouth, her fingers dip to delve between your folds, collecting the wetness from her constant petting. You breathe out a gentle moan as she explores those oh-so-familiar parts– it was really air escaping from your lungs with a sigh more than anything. Kitten was an expert at teasing, but there was none of that tonight, she wanted you to feel every sensation as it was meant to be felt.

Her other fingers, unbeknownst to you, lift up her own slip, revealing her already reddened cock to the cool air of your bedroom. She hums as she continues to touch you, but her other hand wraps around her length, slowly moving it to prod at your entrance.

You gasp at the suddenness, “Oh, that’s what you wanted? Could’ve used your pretty voice– ah!”

It seemed Kitten was of the impatient variety tonight as she suddenly pushed inside of you, unworried about the lack of ‘proper’ lubrication– she just needed to feel your warmth.

“Darling, you are so perfect,” she moves closer to you, her thighs touching your own as she moves all the way inside. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, my God…”

Kitten’s eagerness did not go unnoticed with the way her deep thrusts already reached your cervix, that delicious feeling threatening to overtake you already. Her moans were quiet at first but grew in volume and urgency as she heard your own.

She moves her hands to rub at your breasts through the silk, the feeling equally intoxicating to the both of you. Your nipples had been hard throughout her ministrations, so it was very welcome when she pinched them gently. Kitten's thrusts were deep, but slow as she felt each and every sensation your body would give her.

"God, you're perfect," she lets out a breathy laugh, "Can't wait to fill you up, hm?"

You mewl at her words, an aspect of your sex life barely explored coming to light, "Please, please���"

"Want to put a little one in you," she pets at your breasts harder, "These would get so sensitive and full, wouldn't you be a perfect little mammy?"

Kitten's flirty words were betrayed by her ragged breath, she was the one who needed to breed you– it was the most perfect idea in her eyes. Carrying her child, growing full with the love you two shared… a constant reminder, wouldn't it be? How could she ever resist that?

You grind back on her, meeting the thrusts with an eagerness that glinted in your eyes, "Please, darling, want you to come inside– want you to get me pregnant, fuck!"

She grins widely, pinching your nipple and reaching her other hand to rub circles around your puffy clit, "You're gonna love it so much, gonna take such good care of you, aren't I? Christ, you're gonna look even more heavenly with a full belly..."

Her continuing praises turn to fuzz in your brain as you feel that knot unfurling. Your orgasm overtakes you like a tsunami, the warmth enveloping your entire body– tingling all the while. The level of bliss as Kitten continued to chase her own release was immeasurable.

You pull your slip down fully so she can properly knead your chest– you knew she needed to see them when she filled you to the brim.

"Perfect little tits, my love," she chokes out, "Gonna suck them while I give you all the babies I want, oh!"

That's exactly what she does: her moans are muffled as she sucks incessantly at your nipples, the thrusts becoming shallower but faster. You whimper into the overstimulation, back arching off of the duvet. Kitten’s nails scratch down your sides, you could feel her everywhere.

At the height of pain and pleasure, you feel that telling stutter as she fills you– just as she promised.

Kitten’s gasps continue as she stills deep inside of you, not letting one drop leave you, “Can’t blame a girl for being thorough, can you?”

You giggle tiredly, head thumping back against the inordinate amount of pillows she always buys, “Kiss me, lover.”

Standing at the kitchen counter, you watch as the water takes its sweet time boiling. What is that phrase about watched pots? Whatever.

Distracting you from your obviously very important duties, familiar arms wrap themselves around your waist, and Kitten whispers into your neck, “What a lovely little wife you are, hm?”

“I didn’t hear you come home, love,” you crane your neck for her to nuzzle, “I… actually have a bit of a surprise for you.”

She nips at your jawline, smiling into it, “Is that so? Is it a nice or naughty surprise?”

You bite your lip as you move her hands to rest upon your stomach, “This kind of surprise.”

Kitten inhales quickly, you can feel her hands shaking slightly, “Oh, my… do you really… are you?”

“I’m pregnant, Kitten, dear.”

Hesitating only for a millisecond, she hugs you from behind– and you flip around to properly hug her. Tears are welling in either of your eyes, genuine smiles on your lips. You giggle from the thrill of it all– you’re really carrying Kitten’s child.

“I can’t believe it,” she squeezes your arms, making sure she isn’t in a reverie. “We’re gonna be mothers… oh my goodness, darling.”

You nod, tears of happiness spilling, “I took three tests to be sure. You’re gonna be such a lovely mum, Kitten, I just know it.”

She grins widely, tears glistening on her cheeks as well, “We are, (Y/N), we’re going to be lovely mums.”

The two of you bask in each other’s presence, simply hugging and kissing until the water in the pot begins to boil.

“Now, I know we don’t know the sex just yet,” Kitten walks with you in tow down the town center, “However, we simply must begin decorating, right?”

You chuckle, shaking your head slightly, but not in disagreement, “Darling, I’m only a month along now, can’t it wait?”

She huffs dramatically, putting a hand to her forehead, “My Lord, (Y/N)! By the time you’re wanting to decorate, you’ll be too laden with our child! It’s really for the best if we do this now, trust me.”

“As you wish, my love.”

Kitten enters many a store with you, deciding that yellow would be the most appropriate color for your little bundle of joy– the two of you were never the biggest proponents of assigned gender roles. Plus, it helped that Kitten simply adored all shades of it.

She popped onesies, toys, blankets, all sorts of things into the basket– you couldn’t deny how intoxicating it was to see her so enthused. She never refrained from checking in with you on whether you liked her choice, but you always did (ignoring the gauche pram she desperately wanted you to haul around town).

By the end of the day, she was hauling bags upon bags of simply baby supplies– not forgetting the maternity clothing you needed in the coming months, but Kitten insisted she would style you in much better things than those stores had.

All you needed to worry about was pushing the pram she bought home, a delicate-looking but strong place to show off your babe to all the jealous women of the town– that’s how Kitten described it, at least.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, darling.”

She looks at you from over her sunglasses, winking sweetly, “Anything for my pretty little wife. Gotta keep her happy for the baby, hm?”

[that-trans-autistic-guy]

Even More DBD as Incorrect Quotes from a Random Generator

Charles: So like, how far do you think the distance is from that window to the ground? Edwin: Enough.

Crystal: I never said I was gonna get back together with them. But I was thinking, they're in town, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave them a call? Jenny: No. No, Crystal, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one: a super volcano. Number two: an asteroid hits the Earth. Number three: All the Evel Knievel movies are lost. Number four: Person F calls Person C. Number five: Niko gets eaten by a shark. Niko: I’m Niko, and I approve the order of that list.

Charles: Some people are like slinkies. Edwin: What? Charles: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs. Edwin: Edwin: Please don't push the Cat King down the stairs. Charles, pushing the Cat King down the stairs: Too late.

Crystal: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're impressed. Edwin: But you do know better.

Edwin: Ew. What kind of tea is this? Charles: I boiled gatorade.

Niko: Are you mad? Jenny: No. Niko: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

Charles: What the fuck is with english teachers and being like; "write a story about a deep and personal memory that impacted your life". Ma'am, if I do that you're going to send me to the counselor's office.

Crystal and Charles: Isn't it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

Charles: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Edwin: You and me. Charles: *tearing up* Ok.

Crystal: Hey, can I get a sip of that water? Esther: It’s not water. Crystal: Vodka! I like your sty- Esther: It’s vinegar. Crystal: …What? Esther: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

Charles: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

Edwin: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees? Crystal: Bees? Edwin: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES! Crystal: Wait- *Charles approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

Jenny: What’s something you guys are better than Edwin at? Crystal: Mario Kart. Charles: Yeah, video games. Niko: Emotional vulnerability.

Charles: So apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually "Severe psychological distress."

Charles: You're a lying piece of shit! Crystal: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Edwin: I'm leaving and I'm taking Niko with me! Jenny, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

Charles: If you were to have sex with any insect scaled up to human size, what would it be? Jenny: What the hell is wrong with you?

Charles, about Edwin: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

Esther: *writing a letter* Esther: Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty... And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

Charles: How do those little boys on XBOX parties always know what slur to call you? Crystal: They're empaths.

Charles: Mama. Just killed a man. Charles: Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead. Charles: MAMAAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Edwin: What?! Let me hide the body, where is it? Is there anyone around that can hear us? Edwin: ...Are those song lyrics? Charles: Those are song lyrics.

Crystal: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Edwin: *sighs* Edwin: I killed a man.

Edwin: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

Edwin: What's this? Charles, hugging Edwin: Affection! Edwin: Disgusting. Edwin: ...Do it again.

Edwin: If you've ever had a crush on me, god bless your poor, misguided heart.

Crystal: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why. Edwin: Only if you also don't ask why. Edwin: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag* Crystal: ... Crystal, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

Niko: Source? Crystal: Divine intuition.

Crystal: Made you all playlists! Crystal: Jenny, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Crystal: Edwin, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Crystal: And Niko has the ABBA Gold album.

Charles, to Niko: You know, the Cat King can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching. Charles: *blows airhorn at the Cat King* GET FUCKED!

Niko: Croissants: dropped Charles: Road: works ahead Crystal: BBQ sauce: on my titties Monty: Shavacado: fre Jenny: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Edwin: Edwin: ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

Hello everyone! This is my stories masterlist - where you can find everything I post around here with their current status and links. I don't have much posted yet but this is going to help me organizing myself, so there it is ♥

I mostly post here and on AO3 if you'd prefer.

If you want to make a request, they're currently open and I'm open to angst, smut, fluff, it alltogether, anything you wish. Those are the current topics I'm interested in writing about; I might add some more within time.

Resident Evil (Any character)

Call of Duty (Any character)

Red Dead Redemption 2 (Any character)

♦ Leon S. Kennedy Salvatore - f!reader; +18 | smut, fluff | finished "Leon’s on a working trip and it has been taking much longer than it should. As he doesn’t like to spend much time away from you, he texts you daily, and since you miss him so deeply, you decide to videocall him."

······················✦······················ Happy b-day, Agent Kennedy - f!reader; +18 | request Its Leon’s birthday. He thought you went out for a business trip, when actually, you have a little surprise for him at home.

♦ Albert Wesker Bunny - f!reader; +18 | smut | finished "You wake up in Wesker's mansion after accomplishing a difficult mission and he gives you a new drug he's been testing. The effects are quite... dear to you."

━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⟡ ━━━━━━━━━━━

♦ Simon "Ghost" Riley Shades of Red - f!reader; +18 | longfic, romance, drama, eventual smut, slowburn | ongoing chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 "The sole survivor of a terrorist attack that killed over a hundred. The soldier responsible for saving her. He wants to help you, but his own trauma make him withdraw when he wants to get closer and intoxicate when he wants to remedy. He kisses your scars and hopes you’ll runaway. He wants you to run away. But you won’t."

······················✦······················ Metamorphose - f!reader | angst, fluff | finished "You and Simon deal with the pain of losing a baby."

······················✦······················ You came — you called. - f!reader | angst, fluff part 1 | part 2 "After being abused by your current date, in need of comfort, you call your ex-boyfriend and recurring fling, Simon, to talk."

······················✦······················ Take me back (to the night we met) - f!reader | angst, fluff | finished "Simon gets a call from the hospital saying that you are hospitalized, in a coma and in great life risk.

♦ Mixed Alejandro's NSFW Alphabet - +18, sexual content - minors dni. Ghost's NSFW Alphabet - +18, sexual content - minors dni. Price's NSFW Alphabet - +18, sexual content - minors dni.

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[starleska]

Ngl I must confess…I’ve always mixed up the Outlast and Resident Evil franchises. Idk why. Maybe something in the color palettes? Impossible to tell. I got real good at telling the difference between the games recently tho. However, at the exact same time you started posting Ramon Salazar, another person I follow started posting Franco Barbi. Once again, I do not know why, but I GUESS their silhouettes were too similar. I was back at square one and mixing them up for awhile.

I recently started to tell them apart effortless again! Which is nice. All is well in the world. And now YOURE POSTING FRANCO BARBI—

Regardless, good for you, good for him. At least I can still tell them apart now. I love both of them. <3 I hope y’all are doing well, invite me to both weddings. I imagine they’ll be wildly different aesthetics. 👀 I’m here for it😂

(also, once again, I hope you’re doing well and having a good time! I’ve been rather stressed lately but your blog and new blorbos make me feel better, it’s all so fun <3 that being said, still take breaks if you need them, I’ll be just fine, everyone will be fine 💖 old posts are just as fun as new ones. XD Tumblr user Starleska and the menagerie of F/Os would never hurt me…unlike…planning what to pack to housesit next-door…dungeons and dragons and other ttrpgs with my far nerdier family…being unable to really pound the pavement looking for jobs until I know the autism evaluation process is over…multiple friends drawing and writing my male blorbos pregnant/about to be pregnant (as gifts and/or psychological warfare) bc they love domesticity but don’t believe in me-pregnant or “fpreg” no matter what I say about the matter… c’est le vie, vastly first world problems. I wish you the absolute best!!! Take care!💖)

dfghfd WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THESE ARE TWO VERY DIFFERENT GUYS!!!!!!

i would be offended if i didn't think you were inching towards falling for one or both at some point...and if you weren't coming into my inbox talking about getting your faves pregnant 😂💖 (speaking of, your pals have excellent taste - you should tell me who your Franco simp friend is, and see if they'd be interested in Ramón 👀)

i do get it, i do...they're both short, murderous mutant men with violent tempers and small yet dedicated fanbases who find them impossibly sexy 🙈💖 but Ramón Salazar is like...his first iteration is all formal and cunning, yet with a tendency to explode and go into childish fits of rage, whilst his second iteration is all airs and graces with a colder, more measured exterior. whereas Franco Barbi...i mean, i think we could write whole books on everything wrong with him 😂😂 if you value your life don't listen to Franco's audio lines i think i blushed so hard it hurt and all the colour drained out of my face at the same time- congratulations on now being able to tell them apart!!! that means you miiiight just survive long enough for them to grow attached to you. what would you prefer? Ramón softly caressing your face and calling you 'my dear', being enticed into becoming the Castellan's princess? or Franco chasing you down, cornering you and murmuring absolute filth into your ear? two very different flavours, but both equally enticing 😉 (or, y'know, maybe you have some self-respect and i'm just shooting blanks 💀) awww honey it is so good to hear from you - but i'm sorry you've been so stressed!!! 🫂🫂 that is far too much stuff to be dealing with all at once. how's the progress re: the autism assessment now? don't worry, it won't last forever - and all of these other problems will seem smaller once your time is freer! sounds like you've got lovely things in the pipeline as well, so please do remember to chill out and rest and come and scream about your faves on here for relaxation purposes. doctor's orders 🥰

[slenderofthewildcard]

UPDATED INTRO THINGY MA JIGGER!!!! Ace is helping with making it not look like shit like my last one! I'm simply here to keep things organized so Wildcard doesn't get distracted, apologies for the intrusion.

=General information=

Aliases: Wildcard, idiot, dumbass, Wc, ne m'oublie pas fleur (BY ACE!), eldest sib. I don't think the insults need to be included. THEY'RE ENDEARMENTS ACE!

NEVER USE: Joker, don't use that name anymore f!@#ers! Slurs should also be avoided please. (OOC Mod will be a bit more strict with asking the name Joker to not be used please /lh it is for Mod's comfort.)

Pronouns: She/he/they, card/cards, dice/dice's, luck/luck's, chaotic/chaotic's. Whatever the f!@# else no preference any and all these are just the main shit.

A 9ft tall (MINUS HEELS) land shark based slenderbeing with a cool as shit fashion sense! Please get more clothes dear....you can not just wear that one outfit. Watch me! I have a f#$%ing dozen of em!

Trans masc, pangender, aroace (maybe cupio f@#$ if I know and apothi) demi-queerplatonic and grayplatonic. Platonic partners with Ace! (I am generally referred to as Pink, but hello.) and eldest sibling to the suits!

I F@#$ING LOVE GIFTS AND TRINKETS GIVE EM HERE!!! Cards and dice and shiny shit! I will take anything you f!@#ers give me!

Hey f!@#ers! I'm the f!@#ing WILDCARD!!

Mess with the sibs or those I give a shit about, you mess with me.

Dealer at THE suits casino, I like to shake it up every now and again, everything in life's a f@#$ing gamble, all in the cards.

So....what d'ya say?

Wanna make a bet with a Wildcard Doll?

OOC Mod status: Slow but answering when I have the energy ^_^

OOC under cut.

This blog is a slendlr roleplay blog.

General rules and info:

Mod is not a minor but would appreciate asks be nothing more then suggestive, flirting is allowed with Wildcard but luck is as dense as a rock.

Mod uses pink/pinks/pinkself and xe/xem/xyr pronouns.

Magic anons are allowed. General rule of thumb, be nice, don't be bigoted and any hate will be deleted

(You are allowed to be mean to Wildcard and to bother them within reason as long as it's clear its for in character and not just to be a jerk to people like Mod or others. It is in fact encouraged you snark Wildcard its amusing.)

Shipping is also allowed.

If something is said or done in character that makes you uncomfortable or is too much during an interaction PLEASE let me know.

Blog may sometimes cover topics such as violence, death, cannibalism, threats, biting, and censored swearing (and probably other things...). Things will be tagged as needed.

Fun stuff and mentioned Characters above outside this blog:

100 faces meme list (For doodles, Wildcard and Pink are both options for this)

Slendlr writing asks (For writing prompts with Wildcard)

A03 where mod sometimes puts slendlr oneshots and lore snippets

Wc's Voice (Attempt) (OLD)

Wc's voice claim (updated)

Together with you Animatic (Wildcard, Pink and Icelandic animatic :3)

Ace/Pink - @/pinkslenderfolk

THE SUITS

Hearts - (who is not available anymore I believe) @/slenderofhearts

Diamond - @/slenderofdiamonds

Spade - @/slenderofspades

Club - @/slenderofclubs

Tags list:

slendlr - general fandom tag

the wildcard - general tag

friend of the wildcard (used for an interlude when Pink was a messenger for Wildcard and anytime ey post on here) - general tag

make a bet - ask tag

ooc post/mod post - out of character posting by mod

mod answers - out of character ask answered by mod

(Additional tags for when Mod remembers to use them....will be edited in later for older posts))

ace - tag for asks/start of interactions with Pink in chara

the suits - tags for asks/start of interactions with wildcards sibs in chara

kingsley - Wildcard's cat

Lore events are sometimes also tagged with set tags but i do not remember them all (usually under the influence of magic anons ex. cheesed wildcard, etc)

Wildcard's text will always be red.

Non red text that's not listed as being Mod/ooc is for Kingsley, Wildcard's cat.

[alltoomaples]

roaming stars (IG Version) | c. leclerc

a/n: ik ik this is kinda short and posting this after sooo many blue moons later but i was procrastinating in writing and had A LOT to catch with uni. no promises that i'll be regular but hey! i'll drop in suprises like these at random times you won't even see it coming! and special shoutout to @octaviareina <3 i hope you like this :))

before you start, here's part 1 of roaming stars incase if you haven't read it

lemme know if you want me to continue this? and should i do more of these instagram versions? happy reading folks <33

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scuderiaferrari: What a grand slam! Melbourne you were absolutely amazing.

and big warm welcome to y/n to our family! her first day as our team photographer speaks about work through today's work! benvenuto nella nostra famiglia y/i/n (welcome to our family y/i/n)

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y/i/n: absolutely loved my first day at work with my new family! forza ferrari❤️

user1: y/i/n 's photos are just next level!! TALENT!!

arthurleclerc: would you send her during f3 races too scuderiaferrari ??

scuderiaferrari: well well well, thoughts y/i/n

y/i/n: oohhh this is exciting hehee

user2: SHE'S SUCH A TALENTED PHOTOGRAPHER

charlesleclerc_ : isn't she?? she's a legend

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charlesleclerc_: à ma lune, avec amour ❤️ (to my moon, with love)

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y/i/n: mon soleil!🥺❤️❤️ (my sun)

y/f/i/n: you were amazing today! but hey where's our credits??

carlossainz55: yeah! where's our credits for today mate?🙄🙄

charlesleclerc_: 😬😬😬

user1: wait- CHARLES IS IN RELATIONSHIP!?!? AHHHH😍😍

user4: charles and y/n! i repeat- CHARLES AND Y/N!!!! MY HEARTTTTT💛💛💛

user2: they look so adorable! and the way he calls his moon and she calls her sun AHHHHHH

user3: P1, Grand Slam, Girlfriend at the race?! he literally had the best win of his life!🤧💗

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y/i/n: sunshine makes me smile a little bit more❤️

ps: here's your credits kids y/f/i/n , carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: justice!

y/f/i/n: finally!!

charlesleclerc_ : ❤️❤️❤️

user1: how adorable are they!!!!!!!

user3: get yourself someone who looks at you like y/n and charles look at each other

pascaleleclerc73: jolies photos! je t'aime les enfants❤️❤️ (lovely photos! love you kiddos)

y/i/n: je t'aime maman❤️ (love you maa)

charlesleclerc_: je t'aime maman❤️❤️ (love you maa)

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charlesleclerc_ : home sweet home❤️

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y/i/n: your home looks so prettyyyyy

charlesleclerc_: ikr! she's the golden hour

y/i/n: i-😳😳🥺

pierregasly: brace yourself up y/i/n! cause you're about to get messy

y/i/n: IK!!!😵‍💫 NEED YOUR 101 HELP LESSONS ASAP

charleslecelrc_: OIIII!! YOU TWO😠😠

user1: these expose charles comments thou >>>

user2: i love you guyssss <33

user3: finally soo over the moon that he has found his loml💛

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y/i/n: Monaco. la mia nuova casa dolce casa❤️(Monaco. my new home sweet home)

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charlesleclerc_: ❤️❤️

arthurleclerc: can't wait to meet yaa sis!! see you sooon

y/i/n: see you sooooon bud

pascaleleclerc73: bienvenue à la maison mon cher (welcome home dear)

y/i/n: ❤️❤️

user2: i think this is what falling in love actually feels like

user1: they're soo adorable that my single heart cannot wait to fall in love

[piastrinorris]

i know you said you'd write other characters if prompted, and you've talked about ralph from timewasters before, so: what if lauren rejected his offer to dance on his birthday but [the reader] took him up on it instead?

Pairing: Ralph Penbury (fanon surname) x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1182

A/N: Sorry I've been a little burnt out on fics lately, but this prompt really got me excited about writing again, so thanks for that! <3 I might make a follow-up if people want it? Writing for Ralph is so fun.

You couldn't believe it when the envelope had found its way through your door. The Penbury twins had invited you to their party. Conventionally, it's not that surprising; your families had close political ties for years and so you'd grown up alongside them for pretty much your whole life - though there was always an air around them that you only felt as though you were friends by necessity, not for any genuine reason. Certainly, now that you're all adults now with your own social circles, there's no need to force any kind of friendship. So it's very sweet that you've been invited.

You wonder whose idea it was to invite you. Victoria was always rather indifferent to you, unless you were willing to 100% conform to her games to make sure she was either the leader in imaginative ones, or the winner in competitive ones. And Ralph... Sweet Ralph. Your first love. With his penchant for finding the fun in life and his infectious smile and his gorgeous, big brown eyes... Always in Victoria's shadow, but nonetheless happy to be there. He'd stopped showing much of an interest in your presence somewhere within his teenage years, so you doubt it came from him, but one can dream.

You buy a wine-red dress that hugs your figure beautifully, with silver fringing all around it, and silver shoes and jewellery to match. Maybe Ralph Penbury isn't the love of your life, but there'll be plenty of other suitors there. Perhaps you'll meet one of them.

At the party, all everyone can talk about is the new quartet who speak in "exceptionally strange" terms, even for a typical jazz band. One of them had arrived late, and the song they played wasn't one you'd ever heard before - and you like to think of yourself as quite the aficionado when it comes to music. Nobody can keep their eyes off the four of them - though, one in particular especially stings. Ralph has never been yours, so you have no right to feel jealous over the way he looks at the drummer, but here you are.

Finally, when the second band of the night starts to play some slower songs, you watch him approach the band - and more specifically, her - with Victoria in tow. Naturally, Victoria has two of the men throwing themselves at her, though she leads only one of them to the dancefloor. You watch Ralph talk to her. You watch her pull a face of disbelief and - almost laughter as he talks. You watch his face fall, licking his lips as he stammers something and walks away to a table, muttering something to a waiter who quickly disappears to reappear moments later with a full bottle of wine. Ralph uncorks it and, not bothering with a glass, starts drinking from the bottle.

Nobody seems to be approaching him. They're all having so much fun themselves that they don't care that Ralph is suffering at his own birthday party. You approach the table and take one of the seats next to him. "Well, hello, stranger!" you coo. "Happy birthday!"

His eyes light up at the sight of you. "My goodness, how long has it been! I was hoping you'd be here!" That sentence makes your heart flutter. Maybe it was Ralph that sent your invitation after all.

You take his hand - the one not still holding onto the bottle - into your own. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, dear. I mean, if there's one thing I've heard around the circuit all these ears, it's that the Penburys know how to throw a party!"

Ralph looks up with a smile, shaking from side to side as he singsongs, "Guilty!" which makes you laugh. He smiles for a moment, though it falters. "Though Vic is really the face of it all."

"That makes you the brains, surely?" you offer with another smile, which he very briefly returns. His attention flickers between you and the band who you know are positioned behind you, on the other side of the room. You clear your throat to get his attention back, "Say, Ralphie, would you do me the honour of getting to dance with the birthday boy himself?"

His whole face lights up as he nods in agreement. You stand and hold your hand out to him, which he takes for you to take the lead as though the roles are reversed between you. He does take the lead as he holds you in his arms to start dancing. You hear a faint clack-ing every time he steps on the dancefloor, and bite back your laughs at it. "So," you eventually manage to get out, "are you and Vic planning on gracing us with some kind of tap routine tonight?"

Ralph giggles, and the sound is positively delightful. "No, no, funny story, we bought these for each other for our birthday! Aren't they wizard?! We had seen a tap show earlier this month with some friends and we haven't stopped talking about it since, and so we both decided to buy the same gift for each other!"

"You two had a word for that, didn't you?" you reminisce.

"Twintuition!" he singsongs again, making you laugh again. Suddenly, from nowhere, Ralph hurriedly bends down and presses a quick peck to your lips. He jolts back up immediately, his cheeks flushing bright pink. It only makes him look more adorable.

You snake your hand up to gently caress his jaw. "And why would I do that?" He finally looks down at you, perplexed. "I've been waiting for that my whole life."

"My dear Ralphie, what on earth brought this on?" you beam, though unbeknownst to him as he refuses to make eye contact with you, instead staring straight ahead and blinking hard and fast.

"I, um. I'm so sorry. All that wine, it, um. Clearly took all my inhibitions with it. I... Completely understand if you want to leave now."

"You're pulling my leg," Ralph half-accuses, though the smile that plays on the corners of his lips shows you he isn't serious. "I rather thought you were... Well above my league. I couldn't even bear to sit myself in the same room as you, for fear of dulling your radiance."

You bring your other hand up to rest on the other side of his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. "And yet, would you believe, I felt the same way about you all these years!" A wicked grin spreads across your face. "So, that would mean we've got quite a lot of catching up to do..."

Ralph's facial expressions go on a journey, from confusion to surprised realisation to elation to downright mischief. "I know just the place to give us all the, ah, privacy we need!"

You bite your lip to keep a laugh away, looking down at his feet and then back up at him. "I do think those wizard new shoes of yours might betray us in the secrecy department."

Within seconds, he's kicked them off, scooped them up and offered you his free hand. "Shall we?"

[thekatebridgerton]

Okay, even though it's a very big deal and important to Sophie's character and story, I need more on the AU of "Benedict convinced her that he will never marry, they're going to bohemians who live on his art (and Anthony) and they get married anyway."

oh yeah, I'd love to see Benedict trying out that plan, while everybody else knows it's never going to work out.

I can see Anthony himself with Kate trying to hide her laughter behind him, handing Benedict a wad of cash and telling him to enjoy life with his new mistress "go paint, and frolic on meadows, or whatever you plan to do in this new free spirit life of yours, write to me about how the plan works out, actually why don't you start your boehemian lifestyle by visiting Francesca, you know, our sister who lives in Scotland"

And Benedict being so happy that he convinced Sophie to be his mistress, and that he's finally free to live his life with the wind in his hair and no pressure to be a Bridgerton boy #2 that he just takes Sophie and rolls with it.

2 months later

dear Anthony

I may have punched Michael for offering to be Sophie's patron, sadly Francesca and John wouldn't let me disfigure his face. But I saw Sophie looking at him too much, so if you hear I made him less pretty, it was with just cause. Actually if you hear I killed any gentleman who offered to pay Sophie a higher sum than me to be their mistress, this too would have been justified murder.

love Benedict

3 months later

Dear Anthony

I am sick of this! F everything, Sophie is too kind and to funny and too pretty. People keep acting like she's single and available, just because she's my mistress. I'm going to marry her. I think she might leave me if some idiot actually proposes before I do.

She could leave me and I would die. Also, I think I may be about to become a father because at the rate I'm going with Sophie. It's actually surprising that this hasn't come up. So, that's twice the reason to marry her. And there's that. So the next time you see me and Sophie, she is going to be Mrs Bridgerton, if you don't like it, I don't care.

love Benedict

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Dear Kate

How do you get rid of a Bridgerton? Really, I thought Benedict would calm down when I became his mistress, but for some reason that just made him more clingy. Please send help. Because Francesca keeps smirking at me and won't hide me in her chambers so I can have alone time.

love Sophie

Dear Kate

Why was your reply only laughter too? what do you mean there's no way to shake him off? you mean Anthony never actually lets you breathe? is the clinginess for life??? I can't even go to Francesca's castle on my own because Benedict thinks I'm going to run away with Michael!! Michael the merry rake! I don't even like him, sure Michael Stirling is attractive and funny and..... Kate Benedict stole my quil now, just send help

love Sophie.

Dear Kate

When I said send help I didn't mean tell the dowager Viscountess Bridgerton to send Benedict a family heirloom that looks suspiciously like a wedding ring. Whatever happened to letting Benedict be a free spirit? why are you throwing me under the carriage wheel?. Didn't you write the book on how to handle demented Bridgertons? I need it asap.

love Sophie

4 moths later

Dear Kate and Anthony

Were married now. turns out that's pretty easy in Scotland. feel free to offer congratulations.

love Sophie and Benedict

And I can just tell that Anthony and Kate are full giggles at Benedict's blatant attempts at acting like he's married and Sophie intentionally correcting people with a 'no, I'm just his mistress' because it would drive Benedict up the wall that people love his mistress so much, because Sophie is so darn lovable, while Sophie just shrugs it off, because it is what it is. And doesn't realize that there are a lot of people just waiting in the wings for this golden angel of love and kindness to drop Benedict and move on to richer pastures. But Benedict knows.

Screw the free spirit lifestyle, he's going to marry Sophie and return to England to be a gentleman farmer in My Cottage who paints and travels with his wife looking for Art and business investments. He can be her boy toy and Sophie can run his finances. that's the life he wants. They can support art and culture as a married couple.

I honestly love this au because I like the idea of the Bridgertons making fun of Benedict behind his back. and taking bets on how long he will last with Sophie as a mistress before he cracks and marries her.

and that's the tea.

[eroticcannibal]

Hey Risu I think ud have some sound advice about this... I want to learn to draw n be an artist (digitally) but my brain screams when I try cos I'm new n not good at all and idk how to counteract the brain so I can draw shitty things until I get good.... It's hard to have fun when my brain is saying I'm shit and should quit :( Any advice? (I love ur art on ur art blog BTW... Ur art is good but like, not what I'm used to seeing and it's kinda nice to see how a hobby artist art looks cos I'm so used to more professional artists who take comms on twitter)

I was thinking of doing some of my shitty art to song lyrics (they're some of my fav, I draw my ocs in some sort of pose and then slap the lyrics on top in fancy font text or write it on my drawing tablet by hand) - and just don't care how bad it looks but I'm unsure if I can get my brain to not scream at me for not being enough long enough to do it :(

Any advice would be nice <3 p.s. My art is so bad it's like a kid trying to draw (derogatory but only at me) n I don't really have anyone in my life for support cos if it's not good they don't care :/// (well I have one friend, he's also a hobbyist as well, rarely draws cos he has the same issue of not being good and perfect type deal)

Oh hey its how I feel about my art 24/7 (and how most artists do!) So I will run u through all the things I find helpful

Listen. Brains are little bitches, ok? They LIE. They are MEAN. You need to practice telling ur brain to shut up. Like "hey, thats not fucking nice, I'm not listening to u until u have something helpful to say!" And its hard, cus its you, but with practice it gets easier to ignore ur brain being on one. Treat it like a toddler who is kicking off and calling u mean names cus u won't give it chocolate. "Thats nice dear im busy with my art". Like u gotta remember, for anyone trying to get started with art, it looks like a kid trying to draw because that's when most people stopped drawing. Same with any other skill u stop in childhood. My kid struggled so much with handwriting due to being ND that it switched to typing and guess what? Still has the handwriting u would expect from a small child. Because it stopped writing as a small child. I have the coordination with running and throwing of a young kid cus thats when I stopped doing sports. People who stop reading books young will find it harder to read books for an older audience. U do those kiddy drawings, do lots of them, you WILL get better.

Another thing. Heres a secret. For every artist, the majority of what they produce is shit. No really, all of them. Not just the crap you have to produce to git gud, but like, every amazing piece of art you have seen has like at least 5 fucked up sketches that got scrapped. Whole bits of painting that got covered up. All art is made up of mistakes and fuck ups. And even if u are sat there going wow this is perfect! The artist is DYING because they can see a hundred little mistakes that u cant. Art is all about perspective and honestly the perspective of the artist is the worst one. We are too familiar with the details to see our art for what it really is.

The thing that helped me most tho was when I went to art museums in Paris. I saw so much "good" art and im like. OK. This is technically good I guess? But it was kinda meh. The museum of modern art was the most disappointing cus, and listen I stan modern art ok there was some good shit in there, but there was a fucking rack of skis. Someone gone bought some skis and put them away and thats art. Hello? Oh someone painted some squares and came up with some deep meaning and im meant to be impressed. And then I go outside for a fag and I open tumblr and see some crappy 2 minute MSpaint vent art and u know what? It made me fucking feel. It make me feel like NOTHING in that museum had. Who is fucking deciding what "good" art is? I dont remember being consulted! I dont think I fucking agree that "good" art is good! I think shit art is good! Some fucking ship art scribbles has more meaning for me than the fucking mona Lisa, yknow?

And then I went to an exhibit of Picasso's sketches and doodles. Napkins with little scribbles on and shit. And they were so normal. Nothing impressive. And it was wonderful. I've done better sketches! I promise u u have done better than some of that stuff. Honestly so many artists aren't even "better", they're just successful. And idk but I think success is a poor way to measure arts worth.

There is a genuine magic to a hobby artist just. Doodling what makes them happy. Not for money, not for fame, not for skill, just because they want to. Art for arts sake, yknow?

Also I understand it can be very hard to share ur work but I would encourage u to do so with ppl u trust to give u fair feedback. Feel free to send me what u make I will be more than happy to tell u how great it is

[s-el-fships]

6 and 8 as a general question about all your selfships, and 1 and 2 for Veronica!

6- do you have any alternate timelines or universes in your self-ship? what are they like?

yes! of course some of my alternate timelines are timelines where characters didn't die-- a couple of my f/os are unfortunately dead in canon (but let's pretend the power of love saved them okay? lmao;;; )

the one i keep mentioning as a drabble i'm working on is a more villainous/darker au. kind of as a vent piece, but there's of course self-indulgence in there as well. that's sort of the name of the game with f/os though, i guess! :0

i also like to think about what it'd be like for them to be in the real world with me vs my self inserts in their worlds! it's nice imagining they're out and about with me, or just chilling with me, checking on me, etc. i suppose that counts as an alternate universe in a way!

8- does your f/o seem to match a "type" you might have? how so?

i've been told that some of mine definitely fit the kind of "type" i seem to have. haurchefant is definitely in line with that! i saw someone say that he and sidon were the same genre of character, and i definitely like sidon, so.

edelgard and veronica are both the same kind of genre i think, too, which edelgard does mention in heroes! girls who ultimately just... really need someone by their side, and with support they can leave behind the darkness within them and do the right thing. while of course the villainy is a lovely aspect in some ways, the idea of being able to help them just... makes me really happy, and i don't want them to feel lonely anymore. perhaps a bit overly sentimental?;; (also edelgard has an axe and that's really freakin' cool)

ryuko is a similar genre too i think, but she's kind of like. a variation of the genre. she's someone who needs love and support as well, but her concerns are more self-motivated as opposed to a desire to do good or control others. they all learn a lot on their journeys and i think they're all amazing! <3

eula is another kind of variation on that genre too? spent so much of her life feeling scorned and hated, yet chooses to the do the right thing anyway after others finally give her a chance to. she's strong but still keeps a front up, but once you get to know her you understand her way of thinking more. i think that's really cool too!

if you'd like me to elaborate on anyone specific i'm happy to, but i hope the introduction here was fun, lol

🌟1- does your f/o have any special nicknames for you? what are they? do you have a favorite?

it took her quite a while to keep from just calling me "summoner". so it makes me happy when she just calls me by my name honestly. sometimes she'll hit me with a "dear" or "darling" and it makes me so happy. it's so sweet ;v; she's a bit formal with her pet names still, so it's cute when she tries new ones.

🌟2- do you and your f/o share any hobbies? what are they? do you see one another as rivals, collaborators, something else?

our hobbies are more complimentary than shared, if that makes sense! she enjoys reading the things i write, and i like making cookies and the like for her when we have tea together. we draw together sometimes as well, which is always really fun!

[strawberrypaul]

miami

request: "if you're still in the mood to write.... maybe something cute about going to miami with john and the boys in '64? 💗" okay i'm so sorry if this didn't turn out the way you imagined. i just started writing and got carried away and it might not be super "cute", it has some angst but also fluff. if this is nothing like what you asked for, please let me know and i will do my best to write something else <3

word count: 3.3k oops

pairing: john lennon x f!reader

warnings: accidentaly angsty, mild verbal abuse (?) not really tho, arguments, achohol, annoying men at the pub and probably bad grammar and typos.

summary: john comes home from the studio and can't wait to tell y/n some great news; they're going to miami! but y/n is unsure and that causes some conflicts.

7 p.m. Since it’s August, and the end of summer has begun, when you lifted your head from your book and turned to look out the window - you could see the sun already setting. The entire sky was a perfect blend of warm oranges, purples and blues. The sunrays’ vibrance and warm colors seemed to find their way straight to your heart and a smile slowly showed up on your face.

It was hard not to fall in love with evenings like these. The living room was dark, only the light from a floor lamp in the corner of the room and a couple of candles lit up the room. But it was nice, cozy even. Right next to the couch’s arm rest stood a little wooden side table with a record player on top of it, softly playing “Love me Tender” by Elvis Presley - a classic choice. Everything was at peace and you were content, the only thing missing was John. Sure, you supposed you enjoyed a bit of you-time every now and then but you would be lying if you said you didn’t prefer to be alone with John. He was your partner, and your safe spot. As an all-the-time-busy woman you didn’t get the perks those other housewives got; You didn’t get to spend all day at home and you didn’t get to make dinner for your husband when he got home from work. But the thing was, that’s not what you wanted anyways. You enjoyed working, you enjoyed running errands all day, and most of all you enjoyed getting home after a long day at the office and cook dinner together with John.

With all these beautiful thoughts passing your head you found yourself missing John a lot more than just minutes before. When was he going to come back from the studio? He left at seven this morning, he’s been away for over twelve hours now. But right as you turned your head away from the clock on the wall, to dive back down in your book, the front door flew open. And with it, John came storming in. Hastily he tried to rip off his coat, throw off his shoes and started to unbuckle his belt. You simply stared at him in disbelief. Maybe you took back what you had said earlier about not enjoying time alone in complete silence. What the hell was the hurry about? Now John had rushed to your shared bedroom and you could hear him rummaging through the drawers. You shook your head and put down your book to stand up and walk over to the bedroom door frame. Crossing your arms over your chest you continued watching him throw out clothes from different drawers, waiting for him to even notice you.

“Care to say ‘Hello’?” you spoke up with a slight annoyance. His head shot up to look at you with wide open eyes, it was like he froze for a second. He let go of whatever he had in his hands to walk over to where you stood, opened his arms to embrace you. With a kiss on your head he let go of you.

“Of course, of course. Hello, dear. I’m sorry.” he hastily said. Just as you were about to ask him what on earth he was doing, making the bedroom a complete mess, he opened his mouth to speak again.

“We got great- no, fantastic, news today! You won’t be able to believe it, we’re going to Miami!” he said with excitement, face lit up with joy. “They’ve already got it all figured out with flights and hotel. And the best part; you’re coming with us!” John almost burst with excitement at this point. He waited for you to jump in his arms cheering. But you didn’t. And in no time John’s facial expression completely changed. He now had a confused look on his face. His brows were furrowed and his eyes filled with questions. He took a step back from you in an attempt to understand why you weren’t just as frantic as he was.

“Love, what’s wrong? We’re going to Miami!” he asked. You sighed, letting go of a heavy breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Your shoulders fell as you looked down on your feet. Fiddling with your fingers, you were unsure of what to tell him.

“I- uh… John, I can’t go to Miami” you started, eyes still on the floor.

“What do you mean you can’t go? You always talk about how you want to go on vacation to all these different places” he said in confusion. “Besides, it’s only two weeks” he stated. You didn’t know what to tell him. Two weeks. That’s a long time, you thought for yourself. You thought about your parents, and your job. You visited your parents about every other day, they lived nearby and since they were getting old you felt a responsibility over them. You have helped them get groceries and run errands for a large number of years now, you couldn’t just leave. What if something should happen to them, like an accident and one of them needs to get rushed to the hospital? Anxiety rose inside you as horrible thoughts crossed your mind. And work, you couldn’t just leave work behind you for two weeks. Not even for two days. Working in an office meant piles and piles of paperwork every day. You couldn’t imagine what your desk would look like when you got back from Miami, if you went. No, you simply could not go with them. You walked over to the bed and sat down. You sighed once more before you started to explain to him.

“I can’t leave my parents here, or work. You know that.” you said looking up at him with doe eyes. “What if something happens when I’m not here? No one will be there to help. And work, I will have sky high piles of paperwork on my desk when I return” you continued.

John let out a loud sigh, he sounded almost frustrated? He started walking back and forth in front of you and you stood up. Placing a hand on his shoulder you started saying “John, I’m sorry but I just-” but you got interrupted immediately.

“No. Stop. I don’t want to hear your excuses. You’re just being ungrateful. I arranged a vacation for you, to bloody Miami, and you say you can’t go because you won’t be able to take care of your adult parents for two weeks?” he snapped unexpectedly.

Your jaw dropped. Did he just say that? No, unacceptable. You would not let anyone talk down on things you held close to heart, and especially not your parents. You felt your face heat up with anger and your body fill up with adrenaline. This was not gonna be pretty.

“You did not just say that…” you started, still in disbelief. “How dare you say that?!” you spat, raising your voice at him. “Don’t you dare talk down on my parents! You know damn well how special they are to me. They have helped me so much in my life, they gave me the childhood every child deserves. The very least I can do to return the favor is to take care of them” you were almost shouting at this point, tears had begun streaming down your face. “But I guess you don’t understand that, you don’t have your parents” you muttered and you regretted every word of that sentence the second they were said.

“What did you just say?” John began quietly. You frantically shook your head. “No… no, I’m so sorry John. I didn’t mean to say that” you tried but it was too late. “Did I hear that right?” he raised his voice. “You’re standing there, shouting at me for ‘talking down on your parents’ and then you proceed to add that you assume I don’t understand because I don’t HAVE any parents?” he, too, was shouting now. “Do you hear yourself right now?” he asked angrily. You didn’t answer, you were in chock. You had to admit you were a little scared even. “I said, do you hear what you are saying right now?” he repeated with a military-like voice. You couldn’t handle this, you had to get away from this situation. You quickly grabbed your purse and wallet, put on your shoes and grabbed a coat, stormed out the front door and one second later you were gone. You didn’t know where you were going though. You couldn’t go to your parents house, you didn’t want to bother them having to explain what had just gone down. Your only, and best, friend was away on vacation, so you couldn’t escape to her house either. Ha, ironic, you thought to yourself.

You were just walking with no destination. You passed a pub, stopped, took a few steps back and decided to have a look. You entered the bar and was greeted by the smile of a middle aged man standing behind the bar. He was holding several bottles at once, making drinks for the people sat on the bar stools in front of him. You simply smiled back to him and took a seat on a free bar stool.

“What can I get for a lady like you?” the man asked politely. You gave him a fake smile. What was ‘a lady like you’ supposed to mean?

“I want a glass of whatever the strongest alcohol you have in store” you answered while straightening your back. The man looked surprised but then nodded, immediately getting started on your drink. One moment later the drink was put on the table in front of you. “That’ll be £4 then” the bartender said, still with that ridiculous smile on his face. You started digging in your wallet for some money as a male voice was heard behind you. “I’ll pay for that” the man said. You turned around to see who this man was and when you looked up you saw a tall man with slicked back hair, wearing an expensive-looking suit. He looked like the typical red-flag-guy. You’ve met a lot of those in your life, so you knew one when you saw one. You shook your head telling him you had money of your own, but thanking him for his kindness. “No, no, I’ll pay. A lady like you shouldn’t have to pay for her drinks” the man insisted, a distasteful grin showing up on his face. What’s it with all these creepy men and saying ‘a lady like you’, you thought. At this point you had almost finished your drink, but that man was not going to give up on you any time soon. You were getting tired of his ‘but you’re such a pretty lady’ and ‘I bet you I could treat you better than your man at home, I mean, why are you at a pub alone anyway?’ bullshit. You took a last sip of your drink and slammed it down on the table, catching the people around you's attention. “Fine, you can pay for my drink” you said monotonically. “But don’t you ever call me a ‘pretty lady’ again”.

Grabbing your purse you stood up and walked out the door. You had had enough. With a fast pace you instinctually started walking back home. After a few minutes of walking you felt a wave of fear wash over you. The anxiety kicked in and suddenly you were crying. You were not far away from home when you started running for your life. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, rain started pouring down. What was wrong with these men?! Can’t they leave a woman alone? The adrenaline made you run faster than you thought was possible but you suddenly stopped when you realized you had reached your front door. Your first instinct was to just open the door but you soon got reminded of what had happened before you left. So instead you took a few deep breaths and gently knocked on the door while trying to pull yourself together. But as the door opened and a man you deep down loved so dearly stood in the doorway with a tired smile, you lost it. You ran into his arms and to your relief he put his arms around you and held you close to his chest. Hearing his heartbeat immediately calmed you down and you closed the door behind the two of you. John helped you out of your clothes and into new warm ones. He made you a cup of tea and sat down beside you on the couch. He did keep a small distance though.

“I’m so sorry, John, I really am. It was a horrible thing for me to say” you shuddered, still cold from the rain. You could hear a quiet sigh come from John.

“It was, yes. But I forgive you, y/n” he said calmly, nothing like how he had shouted at you only hours ago. “Besides, the things I said - that was not okay. You’re never ungrateful, and I know how much your parents mean to you. I’m sorry, really sorry” he said and looked down to his feet. You could tell he was ashamed of earlier. But you were too, and you were going to forgive him. You stroked his cheek with your cold hand and made him look at you. “I forgive you, John. And I know, I shouldn’t worry so much about my parents. They’re adults and can take care of themselves just fine. I just feel guilt over not giving them the love they deserved when they gave me everything as a child. I guess this is my way of saying ‘thank you’ to them”. John took your hand from his cheek and held it in his. “You don’t need to explain, love. You’re too good for this world, and what you’re doing is more than enough” he told you. John’s words hit you like an arrow in your heart. It was like his words were the only piece missing in the puzzle that was your life.

Squeezing his hands you looked up into his beautiful hazel eyes, and you breathed out. “I want to go with you to Miami” you said. John’s eyes shot open and a smile appeared on his face. “What?” he said, surprised. “I said, I want to go with you to Miami” you laughed, knowing damn well he heard you the first time. John jumped up from the couch, his hands still in yours as he pulled you up with him. He grabbed you by your waist and spun you around. When he put you down, you were laughing so much your stomach hurt. John placed his index finger under your chin to make you look at him, and when you did, he pulled your face closer to his and kissed you right on your lips. It was a kiss of pure happiness and you couldn’t help but smile like a child on christmas. This was love, if anything.

John broke away from the kiss and inspected your face for a moment before speaking. “Well, we better get to packing then. The plane is at nine tomorrow morning”. You let out a giggle before giving him a peck on the lips, typical John.

The next morning you were woken up by a loud knocking on the door. You rubbed your eyes trying to see anything in the bright bedroom. You were looking for the clock on the bedside table and after trying to see what time it was you successfully read 8 a.m. You put the clock back on the bedside table and as you were about to lay back down you were hit with realization. 8 a.m?! The plane to Miami was leaving in an hour! Oh no… this was not good. You turned your head to look at John, who was of course still fast asleep. You shook his shoulders and gently patted his cheeks a couple times. He let out groans and mutters, letting you know he was at least half awake.

“John, wake up! It’s 8 a.m, if you don’t get out of bed in ten seconds we’re going to miss the flight” you informed him while getting up to open to see who was knocking on the door. Looking through the peephole on the door you saw three men with matching outfits and similar haircuts. Knowing exactly who these three men were, you opened the front door, preparing yourself for the worst. Through the door stormed George, Paul and Ringo. They immediately rushed into the bedroom to find John sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Why’s it always you John?” Ringo asked irritably.

“Go on, out of bed you go” said George while pulling on John’s arms to help him.

Paul simply stood in the doorway with crossed arms and a smile of disbelief on his face. “What were you two up to last night? This room’s a bloody mess” he laughed. John didn’t. “Shut up” he simply replied.

You were in the hallway packing the last few things for your trip. The only thing everyone waited on now was for John to get dressed so you could leave for the airport. You had called your parents the night before, telling them about your trip. You were nervous but struck by relief when your mom basically begged for you to go. She explained how they could take care of themselves, besides, you were not going to leave them forever. It was only two weeks after all. “I’ll come over and water your plants every few days, alright?” she had said over the phone. A smile had made its way to your face and you answered with an “Alright, mom”. It had been quiet for a while as your mom spoke again “Just don’t miss us too much, okay, honey?” she sounded almost concerned. And as a wave of sadness washed over you, you said “Can’t promise you that, mom”. You said your goodbyes and hung up.

As you came back to reality after reliving the memories of your conversation with your mother from last night, John, Paul, George and Ringo stood in front of you in the hallway with sweet smiles. You smiled and nodded before opening the door. You let the four boys out of the house and before closing the door you took a last peek inside. Why was it so hard to leave home? you sighed for yourself. Maybe it was the separation from what you loved most that gave you this extreme anxiety? You didn’t come up with an answer and your thoughts got interrupted by a car honking at you. You quickly turned around to see Paul’s hand waving at you, signaling for you to get in the car. You mouthed a “I’m coming” and turned to the front door again. Crouching down you lifted up the doormat and stuck a key under it, in case your mom should stop by.

Exhaling deeply you got up and started walking away from the house. You stepped into the car and sat down next to John. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly, giving you comfort. “It’ll be alright, darling. It’s only two weeks, remember?” he whispered so only you would hear him. You didn’t look at him, afraid you would break down again, but you smiled and stroked your thumb over the back of his hand. You were so grateful to have a man like John in your life, and not one of those obnoxious men at the pub. He knew how to treat you the way a woman deserves, and for that you loved him more than words can explain.

The car started rolling and you looked over to John to meet his eyes. He smiled and quietly said “Let’s go to Miami”. A broad smile soon appeared on your face as genuine happiness filled your body. “Yeah, let’s go to Miami” you replied, putting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. Yeah... maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

[karasunology]

⸙ ˚₊ ➷ BOKUTO KOUTARO BEING A DAD HEADCANONS! ❞

✎ . . . will you please write about oikawa, bokuto, and sugawara as dads?? :>

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ bokuto koutaro <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.

[ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA VERSION. ] [ MIYA ATUSMU VERSION. ] [ KUROO TETSURO & KOZUKE KENMA VERSION. ] [ IWAIZUMI HAJIME VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . no thoughts, head and heart full of bokuto koutaro

BOKUTO KOUTARO.

➜ bokuto wanted to have a baby with you

➜ that's it that's the tweet thank you for reading😌💅

➜ i'm kidding don't leave, i have abandonment issues

➜ just like oikawa, kou ─ your husband, has gotten baby fever and it wasn't going down any minute until bb boy gets his way

➜ phew, i'd let him get his way with me✋😳

➜ bokuto was great with kids, always playing around with them in a park as if he was one of them, and both of you knew that

➜ and when bokuto sees that you're also good with kids, mans knew he wanted to build a family with you

➜ he wanted not just one, because seeing what both of you created taking in different forms and pieces of their parents would leave him so proud

➜ would very much take it as a sign from the universe saying to him that the both of you were meant to be patents

➜ the day he lets you awknowledge his little daydream, was when the both of you were sitting down on the coach re-watching his match last week after babysitting one of your guys' friend's kid

➜ mans couldn't TAKE IT ANYMORE

➜ the way you coo at the child, you cooked with the child and just the way you tenderly supported the kid with your arms as you helped him reach a toy from the shelf

➜ and of course, you accepted it; there wasn't any other man other than kou that you wanted to start a family with

➜ let's just say mans wanted to make one right then and there after you confessed to him that you wanted to start a family with him as well

➜ and y'all did just that💀

➜ after receiving the news of your pregnancy, bokuto has never been more happy, aside from those times he won a match on nationals and, well ─ marrying you

➜ but in the white noise of excitement and joyfulness, there was a lingering thought and it was terrifying; what if he doesn't make enough time for both you and his child because of volleyball? will he have to take a break from it? would your child love him?

➜ bokuto was now down to emo mode just with the thought of your guys' children hating him

➜ and when the thoughts became to unbearable, he contacts akaashi.

“ bokuto-san, ” koutaro could tell akaashi was thinking about it before saying something,

“ you're one of the best men i know that's good with children; don't waste your time sulking about nonsensical what if's, when the present is right there in front of you ”

➜ akaashi was, to say the least, your one of your children's godfather.

➜ but the day your babies was going to arrive, it was as if your husband had a switch and unlike the usual ─ he was the one supporting you

➜ he held your hand, squeezing them to let you be aware that he's right there by your side, knowing that you needed all the support right now and he gave it to you

➜ tenfolds the support you gave him

➜ and when be first saw the first triplet being born, he knew right there that he fell in love once again, but with the child he has co-produced with the love of his life !!

➜ i just wanted to say that y'all's kids are NIGHT OWLS, literally, gets the biggest bursts of energy at ungodly hours

➜ koutaro would still get anxious and terrified, but there was something about your triplets that puts him at ease ─ like, one thing he'd be doubting himself and then the next thing, he'd be all fuzzy inside when his three triplets just looked like a litter of puppies asking for his attention on his lap

➜ and he'd just, revert back to reality seeing how blessed he was and stopped doubting himself and just live in the present

➜ EYE ─ I'M SO SOFT I CAN'T😭✋

“ now say dada ” he encouraged the little sunshines on his lamp as a youthful giggle serenated from his son's lips

“ dawa ─ ” the baby tried to copy his words, before shreiking of laughter when kosuke saw the defeated look on his father's face, somehow bringing him joy

➜ while his baby girl, kouzumi, was peacefully attached to him as the most interesting in her golden eyes were his hair ─ attempting to reach her arms to his hair, making grabby arms

➜ after a few months, you've noticed how much your triplets were in sync with their father ─ all together, being balls of sunshine

“ you've been trying for hours kou, take a break. ” you laugh, as you looked up from the book you were holding seeing your husband housing an offended look, and of course ─ a weird sound, a scoff? you didn't know, until, your other son imitated him

➜ almost perfecting the one he made

➜ and bokuto was ECSTATIC

“ hONEY, HONEY, OH MY GOD DID YOU HEAR THAT? ” he squealed, as his son imitated his sound again

“ he's responding to me !! ”

“ dO IT AGAIN KOSUKE ” he says as he takes out his phone

➜ the type of father to do the peek-a-boo game with his triplets and doing it perfectly as they're just enamured by his father as if he was doing some avada kedevra shit 😭🗿

➜ hey queen!! 🙆👑 GIRL, YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN, CONSTANTLY RAISING📈📉 THE BAR🔝 FOR US AND DOING IT F L A W L E S S  L Y

➜ the type of father that would never miss any important moments with his children, even though he's a busy with volleyball especially since it's his profession

➜ the type of father that has too many videos of his children on his phone saying papa in different ways, trying to imitate him, first steps, first laugh & JUST EVERYTHING

➜ has a whole usb of his children, three folders for each of them

➜ has a whole ass frame of his daughter's drawing from five years old of him and her and he would NOT let anyone touch it other than him and maybe you when you when you need to dust off the frames because it's getting too dusty

➜ you guys would always be there to support him no matter what, either in the stands of at home

➜ but when you guys do visit his games and cheer him on, MANS WILL BE UNSTOPPABLE

“ mommy !! look, daddy's coming ” kaoru, the youngest of your triplets, tugged softly on your coat

➜ you smiled as you saw your husband running up to you and your kids after his matches as a few reporters, in respect, stood a few meters away from you guys, taking kosuke on his right arm, the other with kaoru and on top of his shoulders was kouzumi tugging on her father's spiked hair she could never seem to get over with

“ ahH ─ my hair baby girl, you're kinda hurting daddy ” koutaru laughed as your daughter tried processing his words before wrapping her arms around his head softly to not fall off a small gasp escaping her lips

“ i'm sowry for hurting you daddy! ” she exclaimed as her brothers tried telling her off while the reporters just watched in awe at her

“ don't hurt daddy just because he lets you on top of there ─ ” kosuke scolded her, slightly jealous that she had the highest view

“ ─ yeah! ” your youngest vigorously nodded his head as he agreed to his brother, both obviously pouting that she had the chance to be ontop of their father's shoulders

“ uh kou, i can take them now since there's a few people wanting to interview you. ” you offered as you jerked your head onto the reporters directions smiling at them

“ oh no ma'am !! it's alright, we also kinda wanted to interview your children as well, since a lot of netizens are curious about them, seeing them everywhere on his socials. ”

➜ you guys agreed as they start asking you guys questions, but more to the triplets as they responded cutely, their identical amber eyes looking at them like an owl in curiousity

➜ JUST IMAGINE THREE ADORABLE OWL LOOKING KIDS HANGING ON TO THEIR MOTHER OWL AND BOKUTO JUST LOOKS LIKES A MONKEY BAR LMAO

➜ like these kids just attached to him lmao

➜ but there are times where he has to go on tournaments, training camps, olympics & probably photoshoots/commercials ngl and these three owls he left in your care are in EMO MODE LMAOO😭✋

➜ they got it from their dad, and you were now stuck with three emo bokutos but times three

➜ wow multiplication

➜ when she's a mathematician😍

➜ but bokuto would honestly also miss his children clinging to him for dear life

➜ like they would never be separated without having facetime calls every five hours

➜ but your kids understood that he has other things to do and theg try not to complain that much for your sake

➜ your kids are actually sweethearts okay 🥺

➜ when they grew up, his sons were still attached to him but they weren't as clingey as when they were in their childhood days ─ but your daughter phew, your daughter used to be the clingiest of them all and now it's just none, nonexistent, vanished, obliviated, avada kedevra LMAO

➜ like you know how teenagers be

➜ and your husband was DEPRESSED ABOUT IT

➜ his bb girl won't touch his hair anymore :(

➜ his bb girl won't be a little girl no more :(

➜ especially when kouzumi starts having boyfriends😭 MANS WAS SAD THAT THERE ARE ALREADY BOYS OTHER HIM IN HER LIFE

➜ it felt as if it wasn't even yesterday that kouzumi said that she don't need no prince, she'll be both a fucking princess and knight in shinning armor

➜ ugh periodt💅

➜ and koutaro's nows just like

“ WHERE DID ALL THAT TALK GO ?? ”💀💀💀

➜ ALSO BOKUTO GIVES THE BEST ADIVCES NO CAP

➜ gives volleyball advices, relationship advices better than u could ever

➜ this is getting too long but, even if some of his kids may not show it anymore, they still love their father so much and won't let anyone replace him because he's basically the ace of their hearts.

[breitzbachbea]

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I've thought so long and hard about this ask and I am so glad you asked me for it!

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(CW Suicidal Ideation. It's at least alluded to.)

I was going to present a more serious one, but it's really long and I also have a few gripes with it in the grand scheme. It was the argument between Harry and Charlie in Italian Affairs, Chapter 20 "Tipping Point", Scene 3. The fact that Charlie changed his mind about what they should do without no clear reason has bugged me since writing it but man ... I still love the emotional core so much. Harry's worst tendencies showing (he gets really physically aggressive), Harry and Charlie yelling at each other nose to nose, Marco backing away physically because it makes him uncomfortable. Allusions to how suicidal Harry perhaps still is and how selfish he is in his rage, but Charlie trying to save him whether or not he'll get a thank you. It's so well written and I have to keep it, I only gotta figure out how to give it a stronger foundation. But this testament to Harry's character, Charlie's character and most importantly their relationship is so dear to me. They bicker all the time, Harry jokes about dumping Charlie in the hallway when he comes to him and Michele crying about Marco, Charlie is constantly dragging Harry for his looks, but they do love each other, even when they're both hurting each other sometimes. Charlie made the conscious decision to not let his best friend descend into this hellhole alone and he looks to him as guidance. Harry will pull through when everyone else has given up and you just need that sometimes. Harry hates himself so much at times, but he knows that Charlie loves him, that Charlie cares and that he loves Charlie for being just another weirdo in this godforsaken world. They've always been there with each other. They will be at each other's side until death does them part.

But here's some funnies underneath the cut!:

Here is a huge chunk of my probably favourite scene from "No Rest For The Wicked":

“I definitely don’t have any wisdom in me, though,” Sophie told Michele. “Wait no, I do – Potatoes good. That’s wisdom these days, with everyone losing their shit over carbs or whatever.” She nodded before she rested her head back into her brother’s lap. “Potatoes good.” She patted the exposed skin of her chubby stomach twice. “Potatoes good indeed,” Harry said while everyone else tried to hold their chuckle in. Sadık’s chest jumped as he laughed low in his throat. “Old Irish proverb.” Sadık leant his head back and his stomach shook as he laughed. “Do you have any wisdom to add to that?” Michele asked Herakles. “You’re usually the one with the proverbs, Michele,” Herakles replied. “And you’re usually the one who bores everyone to death with ancient philosophy,” Sadık told him. Herakles’ thighs rested on his lap. “Oh yeah, ‘I know that I know nothing’, that one I could’ve come up with as well,” Sophie said. “Socrates really isn’t that special, I can ask dumb questions, too, that get everyone mad at me,” Harry said and Sadık stared at Herakles with an excited grin. Herakles took a deep breath through his nose and sighed twice as long. Sophie cackled when Harry added: “It doesn’t even have to be a lot, one’s usually enough.” “I mean,” Michele said and took a deep breath as well while he stared unfocused onto the floor. He had picked up his coffee cup and finally turned to look at Harry. “I love you and I love to entertain your ideas, but the stupidity you can put into a single question is astounding.” “Thanks Darling, I know my genius can be hard to handle at times,” Harry replied with a grin and Michele shook his head with a loving, yet furious glare for him before he sipped on his coffee. “First you’re telling me that I’m not dumb as bricks and then you’re like that to Harry,” Sophie said. “And you are right to say it.” “Fucking brat, don’t throw bricks sitting in a glass house,” Harry told his sister. “Why, did one of them ever hit you? Would explain that face.” They giggled together. “So, ancient philosophy, my friend?” Michele asked Herakles, who had spent the past few moments with his hands in front of his face. “Oh, no, I think your friends are far more interesting than any dusty story about philosophy that Herakles has told us a million times anyways,” Sadık said and Herakles dropped his hands.

Just ... the dynamics are SO perfectly captured and expressed here. Harry and Soph as siblings who find great joy in bantering, both with each other and together about something else. Michele and Harry's relationship that oozes of the comfortable love of a couple that has known each other for 25 years. Michele and Herakles as old friends, whose humor lies in knowing each other inside out. Herakles and Sadık's turbulent but nonetheless familiar tone and behaviour around each other - They can't help it, they're both rivals as much as they're lovers. Knowing each other so intimately and weaponizing that against each other, so that things don't become boring between them.

I'm also still convinced that nothing will ever top “Don’t let me cockblock you, Happy fucking.” I've written here already why I love this scene between Charlie, Michele and Harry so much. Enjoy!

[stariwrites]

I was wondering if you're still doing asks could I maybe get an AoT one?? If you're not busy! 👉👈 I've read some of your asks and they're just beautiful!

So I'm like a loud introvert. Basically I come from a loud family with some HoH members which basically means I'm really bad at fixing the volume of my.voice because I don't hear the difference. It's a whole thing. But I am also nervous shy bean, please don't look at me I know I just laughed really loudly it's not my fault lol. It has helped me to appreciate the quiet and respect other's need for it

But once you get to know me I'd like to say I'm kind and perceptive. My love language is acts of service and just....being there and getting them what they need. It's a great feeling to help the people I love. I will admit I swear like a sailor but I'm also Irish and that's just how we talk? But I know it's not the same everywhere some countries take cussing really seriously whereas to me the f word is a describing word. But I'm really good at working with people and crowds and I've spent years studying politics and geography and working on using my loud ass self for good.

I love traveling and seeing things and sharing them with the people closest too me. Art, food, music and knowledge of there's an adventure to be had I'm on it and ready to go.... As long as we plan everything to a tee. None of that "oh we'll wing it" I will toss you out of the car if you come at me with that. It always ends in disaster.

I am of average height maybe a little short, chubby but funky and I have a soft baby face and bit eyes. My eyes are my favourite part of myself. As my cheeks give my an eye smile that my friends say make me look real soft and approachable. I sneeze like Panpan from we bare bears and I wish it was just something I put on because my friends keel over every time and it's not on purpose I just sound like that!

I love books, the smell of winter mornings, tea, coffee, dogs and the feeling of sunshine on my skin. I'm the mom friend despite being a shy bean and hope to comfort people with my presence even if I can be a bit intense and bad tempered at times.

I hope that's enough. It's so weird writing about yourself lol. I genuinely can't wait to see what you think! Bye!

Hi love! There’s more under the cut, I figured I would make this a read more because of that.

I would pair you with Connie Springer!

Connie is a loud extrovert so if you ever laugh too hard and people start to stare he will do anything in his power to make people focus on him instead of you. Whether that be laughing loudly too or raising his voice. He doesn’t mind if you talk loud either. He’s also fine with the quiet but will probably fill in the silence.

Connie is also perceptive. His love language is quality time as well as words of affirmation. If he notices you’re down he’ll try to make you laugh or be there for you when you need it. He’ll shower you in compliments too. He adores your kindness and because of that he finds you to be a wonderful person to hang out around. He loves the good vibes you give off. If he was ever down and you did something for him, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. He’d be all flustered but would smile. Connie would find you swearing like a sailor fascinating and he would probably get used to it while everybody else is still a little taken aback. He’s astounded at how well you deal with people and he’ll tell you as much. He talks about you to his friends a lot and brags about how cool you are, especially to Jean.

He would love hearing stories about your travels and would love to go with you. At first he might not be so on board with planning but once you two start to do it, he loves it. He’ll show you a place you can visit all excited and he actually finds it fun to plan things with you.

He loves everything about you and will call you adorable even if you deny it. The pentanes he gives you are sunshine, babe, baby, dear and sunflower. Your eyes were what drew him to you in the first place, that and the fact that you were super approachable and he felt comfortable around you. He loves your sneeze and will laugh every time you do. He would make it his ring tone.

Connie is in awe of you and just how compassionate you are. He watches you take care of your friends and vows that he’ll be the one to take care of you. He loves dogs too and would ask if the two of you could get one. He finds your presence comforting and wants to provide the same feeling for you.

You didn’t put any songs down so I just did songs that I thought would fit the vibe of your relationship, if you want me to change anything lmk! You can find the playlist here. 

1. What’s It Gonna Be? by Shura

2. Tongue Tied by Grouplove

3. Rebel Beat by The Goo Goo Dolls

4. Tightrope by Walk the Moon

5. Out of My League by Fitz and The Tantrums

Mini blurb: 

Connie always thought you were beautiful from your soft baby face to your eyes so filled with wonder. He thought you were beautiful in the little things you did too, like how you would take care of the people closest to you. Your laugh caused butterflies to soar in his stomach. He’d find himself laughing beside you without a care in the world. He found you beautiful in the way you sneezed and how cute it was, he found you beautiful when you would leave him meals if you realized that he forgot to eat. He found you beautiful when you were planning for a trip and even if you were angry he still found you beautiful. But now, watching you stand in the Sun with that carefree smile on your face he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. 

“I love you,” the words were sudden causing you to stare at him with wide eyes. It was the first time he said it, but you could tell he was serious. You’d never seen him like that before, he was so certain. In a life full of uncertainty he realized the one thing he was certain about.

“I love you,” he said, louder than before. You walked forward until the two of you were face to face and intertwined your hands. 

“I love you too.”