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summerlovingbaby · 4 months ago

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massage

“ Would you like a massage?”

Remus appeared in the dorm doorway, leaning on the frame, still wearing his bag but absent of his coat. He must have been in the libary reading. He looked the same as he always did. Acrylic yarn sweater with black pants. Green converse that were at one point black, but faded to such a state of disrepair. Remus didn’t care. Shoes were shoes, and as long as they had no holes they were functional.

Y/N placed the towel back on her head and flopped backward back on his bed, she couldn’t be bothered to respond.

“ Headache?”

“ No… long day,” she decided was an appropriate response.

Remus ditched his bag in the doorway and stepped out of his shoes without unlacing them, “ Do you want me to rub your feet?” he offered again.

Y/N rose to her elbows, and removed the rag from her face that she used to block out the sun that seemed content to disturb her. She could have magically closed the window, but couldn’t be bothered. She looked at him strangely, narrowed her eyes at him and nodded.

He took a seat next to her feet, lifted them from the bed and placed them gently in her lap, he kissed her ankle carelessly before carefully untieing each of her shoes and slipping of her lacy white socks. Y/N flopped back on her bed forgoing the towel and settling on draping her arm over her eyes to relax.

“ Want to talk about it?” Remus offered, rubbing at the ball of her feet, almost so gently it tickled.

“ Not to bad, being overdramatic really but this school is running me ragged. It’s just awful. I must be coming down with something, I have to be, I’m usually not this bothered by everything, but the suns too bright all the time and people talk to much and- Merlin! Remus, what are you doing to me?”

She snatched back her foot and looked at him with an accusatory glance. Gradually he applied more pressure as he rubbed her feet though it was never absent of his hands usually delicate nature.

“ Rubbing your feet,” he said innocently. He opened his hands and Y/N placed her feet back in his lap apprehensive.

Remus looked innocent, with his round glasses and thin frame but that was by no means accurate. Most of the marauders successful schemes were planned by him, and he could be clever when he wanted to. He got his ideas from books, and Y/N had the vague thought that he was not studying for his runes exam, and doing something much more cynical.

“ Keep talking,” he urged, grabbing her other foot, and using the heel of his palm to dig into the heel of her foot.

“ James might kill me with Quiddich, and Lilly and Marlene have been fighting again, which means I’m back to baby sitting them like were back in grade school- Remus!”

His fingers had worked their way up to the smooth skin on her calf, she rose suddenly and brought her knees together. Remus had never seen someone so intensely beautiful. The way her cheeks flushed with a violent red and her the way her hair splayed around her, slightly frizzy and unkept from laying on it so long. Her bottom lip was trapped in her top teeth, as she blinked desperately at Sirus, with an expression somewhere between confusion and desperation.

“ What the hell?”

“ I’m just rubbing you feet,” he shrugged curtly.

“ No, you’re doing that on purpose!”

“ What?” he shrugged, giving Y/N a devilish smirk, that he somehow made slightly charming.

“ Making me… making me want you,” she whispered as if it was some horrific secret. She was by no means a virgin, but rather shy in aspects of insisting sex, and preferred when Remus took the lead, even when she was undeniably horny and wanted Remus in ways that would be concerning to most if she voiced them outloud, she would keep her head down, and hoped Remus would understand what her looks meant from across rooms or the simple tugging on his sleeves.

“ Want me?” he asked, pretending to be confused.

He read in a book somewhere about eurageros zones, and wanted to see if what he read was accurate. Turns out it was because Remus could read the desperation all over her face, like she was begging to be fucked. They hadn’t had sex in weeks, neither of them having the time, and Remus had the time, and now he had an erection.

“ Because it sounds like need someone to treat you well,” he suggested. Y/N’s eyes went wide before she nodded. Remus narrowed his eyes and nodded as well.

#marauders era #remus x reader #poly marauders #marauders x y/n #remus lupin #remus loves chocolate #minors do not interact #smut

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richarlotte · 7 months ago

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More about your leveling up process?

I wash with disinfectant soap, use hibiclens beneath my arms and anywhere else that’s prone to sweating or odor, and use sunscreen religiously. I’ve done a lot to clear up my KP and lighten my hyperpigmentation, but the most important thing I’ve learned is that all my time and money would mean nothing if I wasn’t consistent. I used to get bad body acne, and after a chest and shoulder peel, a trip or two to the dermatologist, continuous care, starting to wash and change my sheets daily, and really focusing on clearing the scarring, it’s finally gotten so much better and the scarring has nearly disappeared. I shower morning, after exercise, and at night and make sure to moisturize properly.

I just recently had a 24-inch 2x6 closure and 4 24-inch bundles made into a middle part wig. It’s thick, luscious, bouncy, and it looks amazing. I used Raw SEA Straight bundles, I straighten it with minimal heat and it stays bone straight no matter the weather or humidity, and it’s absolutely gorgeous. The hair I use looks healthy, feels amazing, and the price makes sense for the level of quality. I have a lot of wigs but this is in my top five; it works for everyday wear and it looks nice even when it’s tied up so it’s versatile and easy to wear in braid, a bun, or even a low ponytail.

I wear natural makeup most days. I’m currently using products from Charlotte Tilbury, Dior, Nars, Hourglass, Anastasia Beverly Hills, Urban Decay, and Tom Ford and loving how easy it is for me to create natural looks. I’ve been focusing on natural soft matte makeup and really learning how to apply bronzer to emphasize my cheekbones and the results have been better than expected. I’m very good at eye makeup and I love the lip combos that I do, but sculpting my face is the one thing that escapes me. I wear lashes but they’re pretty minimal and I do my eye makeup in a way that makes my eyes look wide open instead of overly seductive.

I wear jewelry every day. I usually wear gold Cartier that I’ve collected over the years or other small pieces, but I make an effort to accessorize. One of my favorite fashion magazines said that the key to looking put together was wearing at least a few pieces of matching jewelry, so I’ve made an effort ever since. I have a really nice pair of diamond stud earrings that I got on my 17th birthday, and I wear them on special occasions. I also have a small collection of more adventurous jewelry and charm jewelry, and then I have a few different tennis and pearl pieces. For everyday wear, I try to keep it basic.

I usually do my nails simply. I either do chrome or french tips; sometimes I do a really nice dark red, but I try to keep them short and neat. I have acrylics and usually do gel polish on them; I use a cuticle oil every day and make sure that I’m getting fills frequently because I want my hands to look good. I’m going to do perfume in this section because I do my spritzes of perfume right after I apply my cuticle oil. I love perfume. I think that perfume is amazing, and it’s an amazing tool, but you honestly do have to be careful with how much you’re applying. There’s nothing worse than the smell of overpowering perfume. I avoid strong perfumes, essential oils, and ouds and limit the number of sprays I do.

#richarlotte x

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leronboi · 1 year ago

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Heyoo! I finally got the charm I had design and it came out okay lol. I believe I made the Beast too blue and dark, but I can fix that. I'm gonna talk abit more below.

I think it came out well, but I'm more disappointed on the quality of the charm and print? I ordered 3 and on one of them, there is an apparent white layer that wasn't cleaned off well. Idk about acrylic charm making, but I don't like that white layer being so visible like that.

And I also don't like how visible Belle's face is on the Beast's side. Behind her hair, you can see her face which makes me a lil upset. It can also be like that with the Beast's eyes where you see his other pupil on his side. Idk if the print wasn't thick enough or if the lineart is dark enough to see thru, but I have double sided design charms myself and they don't have that problem of seeing the design from the back/front side. Unless pink is a very transparent color or something? I want to know why her face is haunting me on the other side of the charm :/

I was hoping I could sell these if people were interested, but I don't think it's good and I don't want to give out this quality of a charm.

I got these from Vograce and I don't know the general quality of their charms from other people, but I would like to know if someone had similar experiences. I could have gotten a bad batch or I did something wrong on my end.

Overall, these are okay and I'm disappointed XD. Thank you for reading this small rant lol.

#myart #lerons rambles #Belle #Ryuu #Belle 2021 #Idk maybe I'm fussing over nothing #But I've seen ppls charm design from Vograce and they looked good #And I'm upset that mine didn't come out that way #Idk what I did wrong :/#Maybe I had high expectations #Idk if I'll look for a different manufacturer #If yall are still interested in this charm regardless of my complaints #Then let me know Ig?#It'd be nice to know if there is interests #I'm all bitter now XD #lerons charms chaos

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 2 years ago

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Hey I really like your creepypasta stuff and I was wondering about general headcannons for Jane and clockwork ? Thank you!

I haven't gotten any clockwork requests yet! And i get very few Jane requests! Super excited for this one...

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jane

Very much into trad goth and romantic goth subcultures

Lesbian, she/her, 24 years old

5'8"

Her favorite band is She Wants Revenge

She lives in the manor, but she and jeff are kept far away from each other due to constant fights breaking out between the two

For a while, liu tried to help them work out their differences as a mediator, but that obviously didnt work

Jane, however, is actually good friends with Liu

She has a huge crush on nurse ann

I mean, who doesn't

Shes a very quiet person, generally

Very logical, ordered, scheduled

She is one of Sally's primary caretakers, along with Liu and EJ

Her ultimate fantasy is to have a date with her soulmate in a graveyard

Shes very interested in fashion, even designing some of her own fashion lines, but they are nothing more than sketches as she hasn't taken the time to learn how to sew yet

She's one of the very few creeps that keeps her distance from everyone else

She has a few close friends, namely, Ej and Liu, but other than that she doesn't really talk to anyone

She is polite and civil, but she doesn't go out of her way to be overly friendly

She is African American

Her proxy tattoo is on her thigh

I like to imagine her voice sounds like a deeper version of Amy Lee's

She likes having her nails done, and especially likes having acrylics with charms on them

Her favorite set (and the one she gets done over and over again) are black nails with silver crosses, pearls and chains

I feel like she has very intense PTSD from everything with Jeff, and refuses to be anywhere near fire, or men that she doesn't know for too long

And sure, it makes her work harder, but she's slaying so its not all that bad

As far as her work goes, she is normally used for spying and recon missions, as she is very stealthy, and even if she does get caught she can be very persuasive and manipulative

I feel like she would be the type of person to have very few tattoos and piercings

The tattoos she does have, they have meaning

For example, she has a rose on her left arm, and a daisy on her right arm, as these were her parents favorite flowers

I feel like she would use very high quality perfumes, like gucci and dior stuff

The best way to explain her signature scent is "expensive"

She is absolutely a boss bitch <333

Clockwork

Lesbian, she/her, 23 years old

5'6"

She's very butch <333

The best way i can explain her personality is Applejack from mlp

She's very extroverted and enjoys hanging out with people around the mansion

She wears so many flannels

Seriously. Someone needs to stop her from buying them

Flannels and blue jeans are her jam

I imagine that she smells like old spice, because she thinks all "female" deoderants smell too weak

Also, old spice fits her aesthetic better

Shes so gay for Jane

I feel like Jane would know at least a little about Nat's feelings

She wholeheartedly denies having said feelings though

She loves physical sport, and can often be found wrestling or sparring with another creep

As a result, she is tanned and buff

She has a septum ring, an eyebrow ring and has contemplated getting small gauges

Her proxy tattoo is on her shoulder

Other than that, i don't think she would have many other tattoos

I can see her having something like a star on her shoulderblade, or maybe a dolphin on her ankle, but thats about it

I would think that she's really close with Toby, Jane and maaaaybe Liu

Her proxy work normally consists of fast paced missions

If you need someone beat up quick, shes your girl

I feel like she would try really hard to be a plant person, but she just can't figure it out

She can also play the acoustic guitar

She only really plays it when Sally asks her too, though

When Sally first got in the mansion, Nat would help lull Sally to sleep by playing a song and singing softly by her bed

It really helped Sally warm up to the manor, and get comfortable living there

Ever since then, Sally and Nat have gotten really close, making Nat one of the first people she asks to play dolls with, asks to watch tv with, asks to dance with, etc

I feel like she would smoke every now and then, but its only to help calm her anxiety and she only does it when she knows there aren't any small children that could potentially be watching her

I feel like she would have BPD and maybe some OCD

#creepypasta #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #slender mansion #creepypasta x female reader #clockwork #clockwork creepypasta #jane the killer x reader #jane the killer creepypasta #jane arkensaw #jane the killer

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simp999 · 2 years ago

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A New Home Ch. 9

Various splatoon manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.2k

A/N: Don't come at me for some gear similarities with other characters, I came up with these beloved characters before I even knew what the splatoon manga was aaa

Back to the start! Previous Next

Your newfound team continues to make great progress over the course of a couple days, and you wonder how much longer Rider will be training the blue team for.

Your team has been doing lots of ranked, and you're all already around rank A.

It doesn't take long for you to get a grip on their weaknesses and strong points, and their personalities. Leo reminds you of a mix of Gloves and Aloha, wanting to be trendy and fun, but he's also easily excited. Emotions are all over the place with this squid, he's pretty cool though. He kinda reminds you of an annoying little brother whom you're bound to love.

Milo's never one to be quiet, and he's got a big heart. That could be a good or bad thing, but you like to think of it as good. He's definitely the big brother type, and would do anything for his team. It's also pretty funny to see this scary, 6'1 or so person just start info-dumping, it's adorable really.

Tasha's always distant, and you find out that that's just how she is, it's not that she dislikes you or anything. She takes great care of her weapon, but struggles with voicing some things. She's often very blunt and feels bad about it at times, but doesn't show it.

One thing's for sure though, these guys are all passionate about the game. And they feel like family, they give off a sense of home, which is very comforting.

Tasha snipes another one of your opponents, saving Leo from getting splatted and securing another KO for your team. You look over at her, proud of how far they've come. Leo shouts a ‘Booyah’ and Tasha nods in acknowledgement. Now it's not just a jumbled mess of people everywhere, you all know your positions. Their weapons were already good for a team, they just didn't know how to use them.

Tasha stands in the back, always on support. Leo always heads straight in, always on the offensive. Milo's job is to focus on the goal at hand, like the splatzone or tower, not letting anyone near said spot. You support all of your teammates, as a leader should. You're impressed with the progress you've made today, and offer to go to the mall with all the money you've just won. Leo's all for it, wanting to get a new video game that just dropped. Milo's down too, looking forward to a well deserved meal. Tasha's fine with it, she's craving boba anyways. You really need some decorations for your room, so you count up the money you have and make your way to the mall.

Your first stop at the mall is the tea and boba shop, each getting a cup. You get your favorite flavor, Leo gets blueberry with mango popping pearls. Milo gets all watermelon, and Tasha gets a large cup with grape tea and strawberry popping pearls. Your next stop is the video game store, SquidStop. There’s a lot of anime figurines, video games, bags, hats, and other merchandise. Leo’s quick to spot a pink squid plush and run over to it, claiming it as his own.

“Hey look! It looks like Aloha!”

Oh? He’s a fan of the S4? You suppose his energy does match Aloha’s somewhat, you’re not surprised he’s a fan. Milo goes over to him and shuffles through the plushie bin to find an orange squid plush. You see the smile on his face widen, the orange plush is safely secured. Leo looks over at Tasha after hugging his plush and gets an idea. He quickly sorts through the plushies to find a purple squid. He holds it above his head once found, and looks over at Tasha.

“Hey, look Tasha! I found Skull for ya!”

So, they’re fans of the S4? That’s nice, now you have an alibi for knowing so much about them if it ever comes up. You’re just a regular S4 fan is all, yup.

Tasha was browsing the acrylic charms when Leo caught her attention, and you notice her quickly pull up her bandanna and mumble something incomprehensible before going back to the charms.

Leo makes his way to the video games, looking for the latest ones. You figure that you should complete the collection, and you grab a cyan squid from the pile. You find a bunch of posters, some figures, and other merchandise to make your room feel more homey. You’re aware that this is going to be an expensive shopping spree, but you think you’ve deserved it. Tasha makes her way over to you, showing you four acrylic charms. They’re little squids, each corresponding to your main colors. Lime green for Milo, royal blue for Leo, purple for herself, and your main color for you. She shyly asks you if you think the others will like them.

“I think they’re cute, I’m sure Milo and Leo will love them.”

You didn’t want to embarrass her, but that’s just too sweet. She really does care for her team, even if she may not say it verbally.

The next few stops are the clothing stores. Milo was complaining about how his glasses got scratched in your guys' last battle.

“You should get some sunglasses or something, you look dorky with those y’know.”

Leo’s not wrong, but you found that it suited Milo’s soft personality well. But if you intend on being a scary team, you suppose that Milo would look good with sunglasses, even just for battle. Plus lots of the stages can get quite bright during the day.

“But they’re prescription! You know how bad my vision is, Leo!”

“Y’know, we can always just get prescription sunglasses, Milo.”

Milo complains that they’re too expensive, but you insist on paying for them. They’ve already done so much for you, after all, it’s the least you could do. You get Milo a pair of prescription tinted shades, and you make sure they fit just right before leaving the store. You spot an iconic piece of headgear, and you get an idea. You wordlessly go up to Tasha and gently grab the purple squid plush out of her hands. She’s hesitant to give it up, but she’s sure you won’t do anything bad with it. You go back to where you saw the piece of headgear and shield what you’re doing to the plush before spinning around with a smile on your face and presenting your masterpiece.

“Ta-daaa!~ It’s Skull now!”

You had tied a Skull bandana around the plush. Tasha shakes her head but you can tell there’s a smile under her bandanna, and Leo laughs at what you’ve done, but he’s quick to find a golf visor for his own plush. Once the gas mask and special forces beret have all been acquired and put on their individual plush, you guys make your way home to sort out all the stuff you bought.

Next part

Apr.29.21

#splatoon 3 #fanfic #x reader #splatoon manga #splatoon manga x reader #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon x reader #splatoon fanart

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sugarwithsarcasm · 5 months ago

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"Stop being so difficult Bakugo," Mina flicked the side of his head, "Listen to Denki here, just....be nice for once."

"Yeah bro," Denki gave him a smug smile, "Just use the method and poof! You got yourself a boyfriend!"

Katsuki Bakugo is whipped so bad that he somehow resorts to actually half-listening to Denki's advice. With his own charm, of course. (Read: He kind of fucked it up)

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Katsuki Bakugo was, often to his detriment, a very passionate person. He’d yell at his video game screen whenever Denki or Kirishima would find a way to shoot themselves in battle. He would get overly invested in English presentations and try to find a way to make them the most pretentious sounding in the class. One thanksgiving, he almost set his house on fire after he realized the pie dough he had spent four hours trying to perfect came out a sticky and goopy mess.

Point being, he had a tendency to be dramatic at times, and being a fifteen year old boy in the beginning stages of a crush, even he was starting to find himself fucking insufferable.

Izuku Midoriya. That was his kryptonite. Freaking Deku. He wasn’t exactly sure when or even how he started looking at Deku and the stupid little chemicals in his brain started going feral, but, well, that’s what was happening.

Like any fifteen year old boy with a crush, Bakugo acted like he knew everything. And, also like most fifteen year old boys, his arrogance was starting to get in the way of acting on said crush.

Bakugo tried to take a deep breath, but ended up inhaling so sharply he made himself cough a bit on his own saliva. The fact that it was only then that his lab partner briefly looked away from her absolute trash tik tok for you page and not during any of the fucking labs made him want to scream.

“Oh my god this is the third time this period Katsushit” she tapped her annoying as fuck pink acrylic nails on the counter for the thirteenth time that period, “please, I’m begging you, read a wiki how article on breathing or something.”

“Why don’t you shove your phone up a flamingo’s ass and go be quiet in the corner, Go eat some shrimp or something, pink raccoon.”

“That wasn’t very nice”, Mina pouted, shutting off her phone and putting it in the pocket of her pink metallic bomber that for some reason kept getting on Bakugo’s nerves, “did Kirishima text you about tonight by the way? You are gonna come, right?”

“No.” Bakugo began stuffing his pencil in a random pocket of his backpack.

“No as in Kiri didn’t text you or no as in your being a little bitch?” Mina bit her lip and glanced over at the teacher who was making fun of one of the players on the basketball team.

Bakugo grunted in response, slinging his backpack over one arm and then the other.

“Midoriya’s gonna come.” Mina sang, nudging him in the shoulder.

He paused for a moment, poorly hiding the light blush that began to creep its way on to his face. “Fine. I’ll come along but for the record it’s only because Deku‘s mom never lets him get out.”

Luckily, whatever the raccoon was planning on saying was cut off by the bell, which due to the speakers being blown were chaotically distorted, blared throughout the classroom. He began walking out without her. He rolled his eyes but was secretly a little relieved when she started walking after her.

“Hey guys!“ an evil, annoying shrill startled Bakugo..

“Denki!“ Mina ran over to hug him, like the extra she was, “How was your second period?”

“I don’t know, I slept through it all,” Denki pulled his hand out from his hoodie pocket and shot Mina with some finger guns as they began walking towards the cafeteria, “did you guys check the group chat by the way? Kiri and I were having our morning anxiety attack.”

Bakugo pulled out his phone and opened 192 notifications for the group chat he had been forced into, named ‘Denki’s funeral’.

“Not your I heart hot mom's hoodie!” Mina gasped.

“Yeah! I was like, sweating bro,”Denki turned over to Bakugo who was silently listening to their conversation, waiting for the perfect moment to insult the pair, “Since I know you won’t actually read all the messages I’ll catch you up; yesterday when I was doing my laundry-“.

“For once.” Bakugo grumbled as they got in line.

“-my mom came in and saw my I heart hot mom's hoodie! She asked me where I had found it, was it mine, did I ever wear it, blah blah blah. And I was all; ‘mom I’d never wear anything degrading to women like that! It’s my friend Kirishima’s! He forgot it and I decided to wash it for him, like the holy child I am.” Denki clasped his hands in the air, trying to emphasize his point.

“Only your dumbass would get in trouble for having a hot moms hoodie by your own fucking mom.” Bakugo chided, trying his very best to contain his laughter. Mina was already losing it.

Denki laughed, “I know man! But get this, Kiri came over this morning and my mom told him that if she ever caught him with that hoodie again, he’d call his mom!”

Bakugo couldn’t help it and began to cackle. The three of them tried their best to contain themselves as they got to the front of the line.

Since November that year, Denki had found a hoodie that had written ‘I heart hot moms’ and had worn it almost every day since, it was so stupid it was funny.

“Can I have the double chocolate chip muffin?” Denki chirped, smiling at the lunch lady.

“Diabetes.” Bakugo whispered in his ear before walking away with his bagel.

“Bakubro!!” Kirishima’s voice echoed throughout the cafeteria.

“Did you finish your English essay?” Bakugo deadpanned.

“Stop being so annoying Bakugo!” Mina swatted his arm as if he was a fucking fly. “Sorry, he’s just grumpy, his little Deku didn’t talk to him before school today.”

“Shut up.” Bakugo actually saw Deku running to class late, he probably had overslept. That dumbass was lucky he was cute.

“Okay so to answer your question, lots of things were done in English,” Kirishima sipped his chocolate milk as Bakugo sighed, “no, I l did not finish the essay. Instead, I wrote a book.”

And sure enough, at 9:40 in the fucking morning, Kirishima pulled out a stack of lined paper that had been stapled and drawn and written in Crayola with such sloppy writing it looked like a kindergarten assignment .

“Ooooo” Mina, being the simp she is for Kirishima, grabbed it.

“I call it; Kirishima has an anxiety attack and a frowny face. But not like a frowny face as in the words, but like, an actual frowny face.” Kirishima said, pointing to the title and the frowny face which had been written in red crayon. “It even has its first review! I showed it to Mr. Aizawa and he wrote ‘get some help’ and gave it five stars!” Mina and Kirishima cheered. “He didn’t cancel the essay though…”

“He just didn’t understand it. No one understands masterpieces until 30 years after they’ve died anyways.” Mina said, awkwardly patting Kirishima’s hand.

“Kaachan!” Bakugo felt his soul momentarily jump out of his body and tried to jump out the nearest window like that one brown cat that tried jumping out of the window once it saw Denki last week when he went to volunteer at an Animal Shelter. Deku seemed to notice this and laughed. “Sorry Kaachan!”

“Go away” Bakugo mumbled, staring at Deku’s tattered shoe laces.

“Deku wanted to ask you something.” Bakugo glanced up, noticing Todoroki’s emo ass hovering over Deku, who was playfully swatting his elbow.

“No.” Bakugo tried his best to sound tough as he angrily sipped his chocolate milk. Tasted chunky. The school must’ve invested into the football team again.

“Kaachan! I was wondering if you were going to go to karaoke tonight!” Deku buzzed with excitement.

Kirishima and Mina began winking at Bakugo from behind Deku, god Bakugo wanted to beat them up sometimes.

“Yeah whatever. Don’t expect me to sing though.” Bakugo sighed, trying (and failing) to pretend he wasn’t paying attention to Deku's reaction.

Kirishima, Mina and Denki (who appeared out of fucking thin air) began cheering loud enough so that the weird upperclassmen’s table began looking at them funny. Bakugo was too distracted throwing plastic utensils at them to hear Deku’s mumbling.

“Bro, you should totally listen to what Midobro is saying. Stop being so rude.” Kirishima walked close to Bakugo, flicking his forehead. Bakugo made a mental note to steal his beloved cookies later to piss him off.

“What is it now Deku?” Bakugo said a little louder than he intended.

“Um well, my mom’s kinda worried y’know? I was uh,” Deku but his lip, his face growing a little red, “..she trusts you and she was wondering if you could um, walk with me to the karaoke place?”

Mina, Kirishima and Denki started silently screaming, jumping up and down celebrating. Bakugo wanted to drown all of them.

“What, Deku you're like, a 5 minute walk from uptown, don’t tell me you can’t handle yourself alone for 5 minutes.” Bakugo rolled his eyes, trying to ignore Kirishima crossing his arms, Denki mouthing no and Mina pretending to throttle him, “Why doesn’t your boyfriend over here walk you over?” Katsuki nudged his head towards Deku’s emo ass friend Todoroki, who let out a deep sigh slowly shaking his head.

“What?! Todoroki- I’m- He’s not-” Deku’s face went red.

“Really Bakugo?” Mina deadpanned, giving him a rather judgy look for someone who expected to be showered with love for just aggressively complimenting stupidity. Bakugo mumbled for her to shut up, her response being a frustratingly disappointed look.

“I have a history exam tomorrow. Momo, Jirrou, Tsuyu, Sero, Tokoyami and I already have plans to study so I will unfortunately not be able to accompany my friend Midoriya.” Todoroki gave him a cold glance. It was always so frustrating how nerdy and emo he was, Bakugo would sometimes like to daydream of him absolutely losing it like a normal person (Bakugo) goddamnit.

“If you don't, that's fine-” Deku began rambling, staring at the floor. Bakugo sighed, and held up his hand, trying to gesture to Deku to breathe and let him speak.

“Whatever. I’ll pick you up at 6.” Bakugo rolled his eyes, trying to play the flush on his face as anger through his aggressive tone, “Now get outta my way, I have to walk myself to class.”

“Thanks so much Kaachan! You're awesome!” Deku chirped from behind Bakugo, who had been speed walking, hoping to end the conversation sounding…cool?

Denki, Mina and Kirishima quickly ran after him, speed walking behind him.

“Well,” Mina popped the pink bubbles she had been blowing with some pink bubblegum she would give out to just about any girl that batted their eyelashes at her and ask, “That was a disaster.”

“I know man! I was really hoping Jirrou would come, I was gonna totally serenade her with my awesome singing voice.” Denki’s voice screeched from behind them.

“Not that bro!” Kirishima playfully shoved the side of Denki’s face. “Bakubro totally lost his groove.”

“When does he not?” Mina remarked, annoyance laced in her voice.

“Whatever, I’m gonna walk with him alone, at night. You guys talk big game for a bunch of losers who would combust if they were alone with their crushes for five seconds.” Katsuki finally stopped walking and turned around to face the three of them, rolling his eyes at how Kirishima and Mina were both aggressively trying to not make eye contact.

Denki beamed, “Guys don’t freak! Look at it this way, we have like 8 hours to teach Baku here the method. ” He waggled his eyebrows, clearly being vague just for the attention.

“Is the method preying on self-insecure people?” Mina questioned.

Kirishima snickered, panicking and disguising his laughter as a cough when he saw the glare Bakugo was giving him.

“Hot mom’s over here is right, come one guys we gotta scheme up a method for a bro in need.” Kirishima pumped a fist in the air.

“First, compliment how he looks when you pick him up. Swoon him.” Denki talked in between the final few bites of his chocolate muffin. “Then, do them indirect touches. Brush up against him and stuff. You know the drill.” Denki winked at him, causing him to shudder.

“No.” Bakugo smirked, “I’m going to flirt with him like I always do.”

“Bakugo…we’ve been over this. Just because you like insulting him doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt his feelings.” Kirishima scolded.

“Shut up! My method works more than your aggressively calling people dude and bro type of flirting method.” Bakugo snapped, Kirishima’s face going a bit red.

“Oh shut it twink!” Mina swatted his shoulder.

“ Excuse you-”

“For the love of everything, we just want to see you two happy ‘kay?” Mina cut him off. “Take it from someone who sat next to your little boo for an entire semester– he doesn’t really react to your insults that much, but praise? That’ll light that boy up! Don’t be a blockhead and just…be polite.”

Bakugo sighed, feeling strangely guilty at the puppy eyes they all seemed to be giving him.

“Whatever, I’ll try but when it backfires you all owe me boba.” He mumbled, Denki, Kirishima and Mina erupting in cheers as the bell rang.

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Bakugo began to dread having to go to Deku’s house that day, struggling to ease his mind and focus on his studies during the rest of his classes, instead opting to sketch a boy with messy green curls and bright emerald eyes.

“Who is it!” Deku’s mom yelled from somewhere inside the Deku’s small cozy little house. The white metal door swung open. “Oh! Bakugo! Right on time too, my, my haven’t you grown up?” She cooed, Bakugo shoving his sweaty hands in his hoodie pocket.

“Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled, not making eye contact with her. “My mom says thank you for the lemons by the way.

“Hm, oh well tell her anytime! Well, I’ll go call Midoriya. He’s in his room doing his homework.” She disappeared from the doorway, allowing Bakugo to panic alone by himself.

“Kaachan!” Deku slid towards the doorway, Bakugo quickly putting on a scowl out of instinct. “Kaachan, you actually came!”

“Of course I did,” Bakugo was about to curse Deku for being stupid, but instead bit his lip, noticing Deku’s mom silently observing the two boys.

“Well, um.” Deku’s mom shuffled forward, planting a kiss on her son’s forehead, “Stay safe you two boys, and Bakugo, bring him back before 9.”

“Yes ma’am.” Bakugo played with his fingers inside of his hoodie, Deku’s mom chuckling before whispering goodbye and quietly closing the door.

“Thanks so much for coming again Kaachan!” Deku smiled, the two of them walking towards the sidewalk.

“Whatev-” Bakugo remembered Denki’s advice from earlier, “No problem.” (How desperate was he?)

They walked for a bit in silence, with the exception of when Deku commented on the stars that night and Bakugo grunted in response, clueless to how he could respond to that . Bakugo tried to keep himself cool and collected while simultaneously trying to hype himself to try and actually interact with Deku instead of awkwardly walking together in the quiet darkness.

“I like your stupid fucking eyes.” Bakugo blurted out as they were passing the park.

Deku’s eyes widened in surprise, “wait, like actually?” His face went red (Bakugo’s face was redder, wishing there were cars driving in the street next to them that he could run into.)

“Forget it, Deku.” Bakugo tried walking ahead of him, but Deku’s stubborn ass just sped up to keep up pace with him.

“Kaachan? Can I tell you a secret and can you promise not to be mad?” Deku squeaked from beside him.

“No,” he said, slowing down his pace so that Deku didn’t have to practically run to keep up with him.

“My mom said she trusted me to walk by myself. She didn’t say I had to walk with you, I lied.” Deku’s face reddened.

“What?” Bakugo stopped walking, the two of them standing on the bridge in the park that overlooked the koi pond. “Then why the hell am I even here?”

“Kaachan don’t be mad, but,” Deku whimpered, his voice shaking. He looked like he was about to cry, his face red, his hands sweaty.

And it was on that stupid bridge over the stupid koi pond in the extra stupid fucking moonlight that it hit Bakugo, that he was the dumbest most dense person in the world.

“Kaachan, I um, I kind of um-” Deku bit his lip. “ Ikindoflikeyou.”

“I’m sorry?” Bakugo stepped closer to Deku, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“Don’t be mean, Kaachan.” Deku softly mumbled, a defeated look crossing his face as he stared at his shoes. “I know you heard me.”

“Deku, stupid, fucking Deku,” Bakugo grinned, probably looking like a serial killer to any onlookers, “I kind of like you too.”

Deku looked up, his beautiful emerald eyes lighting up with joy, “Really! I thought you hated me!”

“What? No! I was flirting with you dumbass!” Bakugo laughed, feeling giddy with excitement, still he tried to look smug.

“You told me I looked like I ate paste in Kindergarten!” Deku laughed, walking beside him.

“That’s because you did Deku.” He taunted, bumping the green-haired teen to the side a bit as they strolled through the park. “Wait..am I supposed to like, kiss you or something?”

Deku smiled, his face flushing a bit. “Why don’t we just start with holding each other’s hands?” Terrified, yet happy nonetheless, Bakugo slowly reached down to hold Deku’s soft, sweaty hand. He grinned like an idiot over at Deku, who laughed, caressing Bakugo’s equally sweaty hand with his dumb. “Who’s the dumbass now Kaachan?”

“It’s still you, you dense asparagus, It’ll always be you Deku.” He looked over at Deku, running his free hand through Deku’s fluffy green hair, something he had always daydreamed about doing.

“Always?”

Bakugo squeezed Deku’s hand, “Always dumbass.”

(Mina screeched at the both of them when they walked in hand in hand at the Karaoke bar)

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errantsquam · 8 months ago

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Singapore Cheap Shipping Ratings

Going to be starting a series of reviews for merch manufacturing 'n stuff from Singapore. Tag is #merch hell.

As always, I go into detail on my process in my newsletter, which comes with free bird facts, so check it out if you haven't.

Introducing: Singapore Couriers

Shipping is expensive, especially overseas to the other side of the world. If you're in Southeast Asia, trying to get a half decent shipping rate for your international buyers is...painful. So, without further ado, here are my reviews:

Singpost

Go-to government mailing service.

Recommended:

- Local: Yes

- International: No

Pros:

- You can use stamps on these, and if you have a grandparent who left behind their huge collection or some free handouts, you can subsidize shipping to be pretty cheap.

- Post offices are everywhere, so it's usually a 5 minute walk to drop off your stuff.

Cons:

- You still have to drop your parcels off since there's no door to door pick up

- International tracking disappears off the face of the earth the moment it hits the destination country, which is not ideal. I sent two acrylic charms to the US, and one to Canada....

One caused my friend to go through the effort of calling his post office and dealing with a lot of customer service hell. Another one went missing. That is a pretty bad failure rate. This awful tracking is also well-documented.

Conclusion: If you love your customers, please don't use Singpost as a tracked service. Put disclaimers if you really want discounted tracking.

Justship

Newer shipping startup with competitive prices.

Recommended:

Local: Haven't tried, but there are more well known services (like Ninjavan).

International: Yes! Absolutely! But for smaller parcels, only US/UK is supported at the moment.

Pros:

- Really damn good customer service. Quick responses, friendly, and most importantly, *transparent*.

- Lets you set up a spreadsheet for bulk shipping, and provides integrations with storefronts like Shopify (sadly not BigCartel)

- Tracking in the destination country instead of disappearing

- Door to door pickup

- Parcels don't seem to be tampered with much? At least from what I've seen.

Cons:

- At the moment, there is no tracking while the parcels are being delivered to the destination country. So the opposite of Singpost, but still preferable. (However, they have told me they will be looking into it.)

- For smaller parcels like acrylic charms, cheap shipping only works for the US/UK. For everything else, it automatically defaults to the pricing of a higher volumetric weight, which is way more pricey than Qxpress. (Same as previous bullet point, they have told me they will try to support other countries in the future.)

- Door to door pickup is only for 5 or more deliveries. Otherwise, they expect you to drop it off at their warehouse, which for me is pretty far away.

Conclusion: Easily the best service here. Unfortunately they're a bit limited since they're a smaller company, and bulk orders are better, but the consistent quality is good, especially if you want to provide a good service to your customers (who are already paying 11USD minimum).

Qxpress

Cheap mailing service with a lot of existing big boi infrastructure in place.

Recommended:

- Local: There's better, there's worse. Eh.

- International: Yes for smaller batches (<5) or non US/UK countries

Pros:

- Ships damn near everywhere

- Door to door pickup regardless of order size, parcels, etc. They have dropoff stations too.

Cons:

- Tampers with your packages.

Smaller envelopes are safe, but they also paste a shitton of shipping labels over your stuff, some which may have truncated addresses.

Others have reported that they might open and repack larger parcels. Not exactly the best thing for privacy, or stuff in the parcels remaining intact.

- Door to door pickup takes their sweet time. Again, there are also reports of them missing the pickup.

- Doesn't appear to have a convenient option for bulk shipping, but I may not have noticed it?

Conclusion: Comparable prices to the other two, more flexible, but comes with standard shittiness of a large company cutting costs. Only use this for smaller shipments if Justship won't cut it. Your packages won't get lost, but they sure will get fucked with.

Tl;dr Justship is the GOAT.

#merch hell #art resources #merch manufacturing #shipping #singapore

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kaz-playz · 1 year ago

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You

Yeah you

Please hand over the NY hc’s 🔫👁️👁️

*you don’t have to dw lol*

:O!!! Pointing a gun at someone is bad manners! Tsk tsk ☝️😔

I'll still do it because you said please, though.

Getting this out of the way now. He had lice in the third grade. Nothing wrong with that. Just wanted to note it.

Is VERY italian

Illiyork because I had to: when he told his italian family, they asked if illy was italian.this is totally not me sneaking a mixed french+italian Illinois what (bau if anyone wants to know about that hmu). Anyway his family was expecting not to like him but illinois came by and CHARMED THE PANTS OFF THESE PEOPLE. They love him so much. More than all the other in laws.

Had to rebreak several of his bones more than once to get them to heal properly.

Can dislocate his limbs and relocate them on command like a FREAK.

Hes not allowed to keep rats and pigeons in the house :( but he has his own place just for his animals literally right next door. Theyve connected the two houses with a makeshift tunnel.

I love bens voice for him but sometimes in my head i imagine him sounding like schlatt.

Not a lightweight, but could be drunken under the table by the entire country except the west (-alaska) and utah. I rest my case.

Is not against painting his nails. He let Chicago put acrylics on him once.

He lets the kids put makeup on him for funsies.

Thats all for now sorry for shoving the others into his hcs byyyeeeeee

#welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #wttt #wttsh #ben brainard #new york wttsh

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merryfortune · 1 year ago

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Propeller Sprout

Title: Propeller Sprout

Ship: Zinniashipping | Aoi/Miyu

Fandom: yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,254

Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Established Relationship

“So cute…” Miyu mumbled to herself as she scribbled in her notebook.

Aoi’s ears pricked up whilst she read a novel from the other end of the lounge. She felt Miyu squirm, her toes scrunched up and brushed up against Aoi. It wasn’t a very big lounge. Not when Miyu was sitting in one of end of it and basically laid out over it.

“What’s cute?” Aoi asked.

“You are.” Miyu flirted and poked out her tongue.

Ever easy to fluster, Aoi felt her cheeks turn a rose pink.

“You are!” Miyu insisted. How could she not as her girlfriend looked even more adorable than she did before?

“Am not.” Aoi denied, though it was pointless to.

“Are too.” Miyu continued to banter. “And,” she added, she began to get up, her chest all puffed out as she happily debuted her trump card, “I have proof.”

“Alright, then, let’s see it.” Aoi replied.

Exactly what Miyu wanted to hear.

She really wanted to show Aoi what she was working on.

Back at her school, Miyu was quite well known through a few of the different faculties over there. In the sports faculty, she was known for being a shark in the water. She was a swift and strong swimmer, the star of the swim club with many accolades conjoined to her name.

Then in the arts department, she was also known for her talent and craft with a pen and paper. She was quite diverse when it came to what she was able to draw. Everyone in her classes knew that she could draw the cutest little anime characters or the creepiest portraits. Sometimes even both at once. She wasn’t good at non-character related mediums but she would give anything a crack once. Watercolours, acrylics, clay, it didn’t matter. Miyu loved to get creative.

Though, conversely, she was known through the other departments of the school - like science, language, history, and mathematics, for example - for being an awful student. Flaky and undisciplined, rubbish at logic and recollection but shhh. This isn’t about the grades that Miyu was failing but rather the ones she was good at.

Like art.

“Tada.” Miyu said as she sat up, legs tucked under her like an eccentric genius detective from a certain supernatural-mystery anime, and flipped her notebook around so she could show Aoi her latest drawing.

It was just a sketch. Nothing too serious, pfft. It wasn’t half bad.

But Aoi’s jaw dropped as she felt as though she were looking into a black and white photograph of… herself. The portrait was gorgeous, thin lead lines which overlapped here and there but that just added charm to the shading, all to make a somewhat realistic portrait of her: Zaizen Aoi.

“Wow, Miyu, this is… oh my gosh.” Aoi stammered.

“Aww, I’m gonna get a big head if you keep that up, ma’am.” Miyu smugly replied, like she wasn’t rolling around in glee on the inside.

“No, really, thank you, I think its lovely, I hope you’re happy with it.” Aoi replied.

“Oh, I am.” Miyu said.

Aoi laughed. There was the lack of humbleness that she had been expecting.

“Do you know what my favourite part of it is?” Miyu asked.

“Er, um…” Aoi erred as she was put on the spot.

“C’mon, guess. It’s easy, I swear. Anyone could tell, I think.” Miyu egged her on.

“Alright then.” Aoi replied.

Miyu made sure she held her notebook steady so Aoi could get an extra good look at the drawing. Her eyes scanned left to right then up and down. She held her breath as she began her assessment.

Was it her fringe? It looked so fluffy with just the suggestion of linework and some fuzzy shading. Or maybe her cheekbones? Miyu had rubbed out the lines there multiple times to get the curvature right, Aoi could tell from the eraser work but maybe she wasn’t that happy with it if it took multiple tries. It could even be her lips. That would make sense. Miyu had drawn them extra stylistically kissable, Aoi would think anyway but then of course.

The delight of every artist, surely.

“My eyes.” Aoi finally guessed.

Miyu made a buzzer noise then chirped, “Nope. Close though.”

“I see…” Aoi murmured as her brows furrowed together. She continued to study the portrait.

Though that made Miyu impatient. She had been totally certain Aoi would guess correctly on the first try.

“Aww, come on, it's totally your charm point.” Miyu gave a hint.

Aoi stared for another three seconds and then her shoulders slumped, “I give up.” she said with a defeatist sigh.

“Your propeller sprout, duh!” Miyu said.

“My what?” Aoi snorted quizzically.

“Your propeller sprout!” Miyu repeated herself to little recognition.

Aoi’s lack of response continued to be lacklustre. So Miyu sighed and with startling precision, for not being able to see her own drawing, she pointed on the picture of Aoi she had drawn what Aoi’s “propeller sprout” was: the little pokey-outie bit at the back of her hair. The bane of her morning hair care routine.

“Ohhh…” Aoi said. “I call it my cowlick.”

“Well it's very cute whatever it is.” Miyu replied snidely.

Aoi laughed.

“It is.” Miyu affirmed.

“It's so annoying though, it never sticks down when I want it to! So many school picture days ruined by it…” Aoi complained.

Miyu gasped dramatically, “How dare! It’s your charm point, or so says me.”

Miyu’s antics continued to make Aoi smile and laugh. A bit harder now to consider it an annoyance now, she supposed. But the point, already well and truly made by now, was still not made enough in Miyu’s eyes as she scooted in closer to her girlfriend, putting away her notebook.

“It’s so cute and fluffy, see?” Miyu said.

She reached out and Aoi’s heart skipped a beat. Miyu toyed with the so-called propeller sprout at the back of her head, proving just how fluffy - and bouncy - it was. With just a stroke of her pointer finger, Miyu had it swaying side to side.

“Okay… it's a little cute.” Aoi grumbled.

“Told you.” Miyu said.

But instead of fully retreating her hand, she ran it through the rest of Aoi’s hair. It was soft and, well, fluffy. Her bob-cut slowly growing out, she wanted it to be long again, sort of like when she was a tiny tot again. Miyu smiled as she caressed Aoi’s cheek, though with clumps of Aoi’s hair through her fingers.

“Are your fingers stuck…?” Aoi asked, embarrassed.

“Ah, no, just thinking about how, well, all of you is cute. I shouldn’t limit your cuteness to just one charm point.” Miyu replied.

Aoi’s face went strawberry red. Miyu’s words were so sweet and earnest, it was hard to consider them flirting. She just said whatever she was thinking. She was that kind of person, free and open as a book.

“You are so shameless.” Aoi squealed.

“I can’t help myself.” Miyu giggled.

Though she did let go of Aoi’s hair and picked up her notebook again. She had some more ideas on how to draw Aoi now. Though, she didn’t retreat into her end of the lounge, instead she changed how she sat and snuggled into Aoi’s side. Aoi let her and placed her arm over Miyu’s neck and shoulders. She could probably read with just one hand so long as she was clever.

Meanwhile, Miyu began to draw some cartoony takes on Aoi’s physical appearance and her cute propeller sprout.

#femslash #zinniashipping #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #aoi zaizen #zaizen aoi #sugisaki miyu #writing tag #propeller sprout #is.... is this first time this year i've posted a fic for no reason like no bingo no challenge no prompt meme no nothing???#for my own?? satisfaction???#sugoi. but also. concerning. if so.

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