#im repeating myself now oops

[newttxt]

Are you okay with your art being reposted with credit?

someday ill type this up in an faq i swear.

short answer: no. please dont.

long answer: i really don’t like reposts on tumblr and twitter because i have accounts there, so id rather ppl just interact with my art rather than a repost (bluesky too, though ill admit i fell behind on posting there oops).

on instagram, i guess its okay since i don’t have an account there, as long as its with credit leading to my stuff on other platforms.

all of this comes with the huge disclaimer that many artists do not like their stuff reposted, even with credit. so thank you for asking, and pls never repost other ppls work without permission

[capybonara]

Kingdom of the Dead

Today we dive into parts of Zorca culture and history!

Original post that inspired this is found here!

Unlike most zora, the zorca don't have a kingdom or territory to call their own. In the past, families have tried to settle resulting in disastrous consequences involving groups fighting for resources, and struggling to keep families fed. In the end, existing pods agreed it would be better for all to remain on the move.

The downside to their nomadic life is at times food can be scarce. Adults can go for days without eating but it takes a toll on children and pregnant women. A zorca needs nearly three times the nourishment while pregnant, and without enough it can't come to term. Over the years, zorca numbers have dwindled due to a high infant mortality rate or because many women abstained during lean times.

This has resulted in the zorca turning to monsters as a food source, including sea monsters, though the latter is a dangerous task. Monsters can tie a Zorca’s appetite over for a while, but due to a monster's connection to Gannondorf and the Blood Moon, pregnant women have discovered they carry little to no nutritional value so they avoid eating them and children are forbidden outright. (it's basically dubious food!)

Sea monsters can be a bounty but because they're so dangerous, Zorca don't hunt them often unless times are desperate or if the family feels their numbers can win.

Other families have resorted to scavenging to keep their numbers fed. And while it keeps the waters clean of refuse, it's considered taboo in “polite company” and zorca have been labeled as vagrants due to this behavior in some territories. It has also fueled horror stories that they prey on other races.

��� Relationships with the Zora

🫧 Hungry and with limited options, zorca families have turned to other zora for help. Envoys/diplomats like Kaska speak on their family's behalf, appealing to other territories for permission to hunt in their waters.

🫧 In return for hunting rites, zorca have offered their services as monster hunters, escorts, warriors, etc. Bards perform for the entertainment of others, and many trade hard-to-acquire items zora wouldn't normally be able to obtain themselves.

🫧 On rare occasions, a zorca or two have ventured inland, but whatever they brought back was never enough for their large families.

🫧 Every adult does their part to keep the family fed, but each year fewer children are born. Some pods have members from other pods who have long died off, leaving them as the last in their line.

❓Where did they come from? ❓

The zorca themselves don't know much about the origins of their birthplace. Was Gannon behind it? Did their ancestors cause their own downfall? Or is it something else?

The only clues to their history are from the songs of their ancestors...

🪕Bards and their role as historians 🪕

Because Zorca are always on the move and spend most of their lives in water they don't have the luxury of keeping records in books or scrolls. So bards have taken on the role of historian and record keepers. Particular songs have been passed down through generations, each telling a piece of the zorca’s history. And whenever possible, new songs are added to the collection, continuing the tradition of preserving their culture.

Songs of the past are already small in number, adding to the mystery of their origins. Matriarchs have charged bards to commit these songs to memory so they may be passed down, and many spend their entire lives studying the lyrics to uncover any meaning their ancestors may have left behind.

Elder bards will theorize and debate constantly with one another over lyrics. So far, the majority agree with certainty their ancestors dealt with a curse, and a lake might possibly be a place of their origin. As for the how, where and why, that remains unanswered.

The alarming question that hangs over the zorca is why are there so few songs from the ancestors. How did previous generations forget them? Did particular generations die off before they could be recorded? These are questions without answers and no clues on where to even start looking.

Experienced bards gladly take on several apprentices, and help them memorize the songs of their ancestors while also teaching them knowledge of the craft. Each young bard is taught the traditional ways of singing and can choose an instrument of their preference. By the time students complete their apprenticeship, they have discovered their own style and are encouraged to write their own songs and record what they see and experience. 

🎶 The Archive of Hymns 🎶

While a bard is free to create what they wish, only certain songs are chosen to become part of the collection. It's a great honor to have a piece be added to the Archive of Hymns. If records of the past cannot be uncovered, then more stories must be added for the sake of future generations.

Not all songs crafted by bards are added to the Archive. They might have their own life expectancy by becoming folk songs! Unlike those recorded in the Archive, a variety of these songs are altered by other musicians and given exaggerated details with each telling, and some may be forgotten over time.

Young bards are never discouraged, however. Not every song needs to be profound. A bard has a job as historian but they also sing to tell stories that evoke emotion in their audiences!

🫧 How does a song earn a place in the Archive?

There are certain stipulations a song must meet to be added to the Archive. While meter is something every bard strives to perfect, it is the lyrics and the emotion they invoke which are the main focus. Songs that tell a story, and solidify a piece of their dying culture are few and far between, and treated like gold.

It was agreed generations ago that all history must be preserved. Even the stories that depict their people in a negative light. Every piece must be studied so it can help the zorca lead future generations on better paths than where they are now. The songs each bard creates are given to the council so they can be judged.

No one is turned away. Save one.

[todayisafridaynight]

this writing shit hard as hell

[barkingangelbaby]

venting so much i ran out of tags lmao

[astrxealis]

comin in ere just rq to say tldr (final. real.) fuuta !! i want him to be voted innocent/forgiven bcs i hope he can. make peace with himself. i think he's truly a good guy at heart even if that doesn't excuse all that he did (i think he's. some sort of victim too and he deserved better. by this i mean like w his friends?? some sort of pressure and all. also the fact all the blame got put onto him which sucks but also with context, if that context is right, is rather deserved ngl. also i'm worried if he gets voted guilty bcs something bad will def happen)

[certifiedloverboyyuuta]

fuck around and find out.

Flirt with Suguru at one's own risk. He’s gonna have his girl come handle that. Then handle him.

(ummmmmm....no woman should come on to my (too) nice man like this but if they do, I hope my man talks to siri like 'call. my. girl. now.’)

Contains; Hard(ish) dom geto suguru, rough fingering, name calling (slut, baby girl, probs whore too if i know myself) exhibition (he finger fucks her where some can see if they’re outside, but oh well) pussy slapping, spanking, one face slap, spit kink. character (you) is kinda rich girl brat/rude/actively entitled in the first dialogue oops get ready for more of her bc geto suguru is no1 brat tamer. Ouji (王子)means prince in Japanese and that’s Suguru’s nickname made a little less corny by being put in Japanese. Also her nickname is of course Hime (姫) bc im that guy.

--

“You know, you’re really pretty. What are you doing here?” Some girl asked him.

“With my girl.”

“No way you're this pretty out here with a girl.”

Suguru huffed a laugh, trying to get out of her radius, but she clung to his wrist. “You haven’t seen my girlfriend.” He laughed again, ripping his limb away from her. “Leave me alone, okay?”

“First years like you usually don't stick with the girls they start college with.”

Suguru gave her a bemused look out of the corner of his eyes, sighing off to the side, trying to track down Satoru and give her another target. For the first time ever, he couldn’t spot a mop of white hair bobbing across the crowd. Thing was, he really hated the attention. He was holding two drinks in his hand, and he needed to get back to his girl, but this chick wasn’t allowing him to get out from behind the little bar system the frat had set up. 

“Whatever you think. Can you move?”

The girl smirked. “I think you’re lying about your girlfriend. I think, me being older and farther along in college is making you nervous.”

Suguru sighed, repeating, “Whatever you think, can you move?”

“I don’t let pretty boys out of my sight that quick. C’mon, hang with me and my friends. We’ll show you a great time.”

His phone was beneath one of the cups, thankfully, so when he instructed ‘hey siri, call Hime-sama,” it dialed and you responded, a bit distanced so he could barely hear you call him a prince, but he still said, loud enough for his iphone to hear, “Some chick is hitting on me, come get her?”

“Are you really calling your girlfriend?” the chick asked, scoffing, “You’re really that loyal to her? You know where she was?”

“I don’t care, I know she’d call me if some dude was doing the same thing. Probably doing shots with her friends, waiting for me to bring her a drink, which you are blocking me from, mind you,” Suguru said, attempting to side step her again, but the woman stopped him again. Now he was getting frustrated. This had been entertaining, at first, but she wouldn’t move, and this kitchen wasn’t nice enough to have an island with two escape routes. At this point, he was considering calling you again, just so he didn’t throw a drink in this chick’s face and be the asshole. He was 20(21 this month) here, underage drinking, and this person looked 26/28, maybe? 

Suguru reflected briefly; this was Satoru’s dream situation. Older woman (kind of).

“Where are you going?” she asked, giving what he thought she thought was a seductive smile. 

His patience flew out the window. “Move,” he said, voice low and cold, glaring down at her. “I want to go see my girlfriend.”

“Just come upstairs with me.”

Thankfully he didn’t have to answer, because he saw his girl hurtling down the spiral staircase, hitting the main floor with a wobble, head whipping from side to side before you spotted him, rolling up the sleeves of your sweater dress. You nearly charged in, taking a look at the situation and making eye contact with him before you slid past the girl to wrap an arm around the back of his neck while you stood up on your tiptoes, kissing him once, twice. “Are you okay?”

“Honestly? Not really. She won’t leave me alone. Told me were bound to break up just because we’re fresh in college.”

You turned against him, your back against his front. He put a drink down to slide an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You crossed your arms, glaring at the woman. “Can you move, so he can leave? You’re being real weird, right now.”

“I’m not, I just thought-” the woman attempted.

You interrupted, snapping, “Let’s run this down; you won’t leave him alone, he called his girlfriend to get out of this situation, and you’re still here, trying him? That sounds like pressure, that sounds like you are gonna make him do something he doesn’t want to.”

“She told me she and her friends would show me a good time,” he said, setting his chin on the top of your head, enjoying this too much to let anything slide. With your curls fluffed a bit from the humidity in the house by an excess of people you looked like a lion. A very annoyed one.

“What? After you told her you had a girlfriend?” You put your hands on your cocked hips, thick thigh peeking out of the slit in your dress.

Geto set down the second drink, putting both arms around your waist, any nervousness he’d had about the situation throughly calmed by you. He always forgot how good your were at managing people. A smirk touched his face. He was going to keep talking, no matter the consequences. So what he was being mean?

With a gentle kiss to the side of your temple, soft curls brushing his lips, he spoke close to your ear. “Right after, and then I asked her to move. A second time. I asked her three times. Even told me to go upstairs with her. Should.”

You glared in the girl’s direction, crossing your arms over your chest, disturbing the chain of your purse but in your anger you ignored it. “What’s your name? Are you here on scholarship? My dad is on the board. My friend’s dad is on the board. And I have a few acquaintances, with their parents on the board. I think you chose the wrong person to fuck with.”

“I’ll leave.”

“Yea, leave, but i’ll still find out your name,” you called after her as she ran out of the room, fuming next to him.

“Listen, get me a shirt with your face on it. Text that says ‘property of (f/n) (l/n)’ and on the back, ‘my girlfriend’s father is on the board’. These parties are so tiring.”

“I know, Ouji, but we have to seem sociable before we can ignore them the rest of the new year.”

He grumbled, catching you as you tried to leave the circle of his arms. “Let’s go home. Please?”

“Alright, but we can’t irish goodbye this shit. Gotta say goodnight to Satoru and crew.”

“Oh yea?” he asked, gripping your hips with both hands, drawing your ass against him. He leaned in close, murmuring, “feel that? You’re gonna get that as soon as we get home.”

You breathed deep, tipping your head up, rocking your ass back against him. “Promise?”

“For my savior? So many orgasms.” he caught you up by your hips,  squeezing tight. “And you are not going to get out of that, even if you want, pretty girl. Matter of fact,” he hauled you over his shoulder, slapping your ass, forgetting the drinks he was bringing you. “Text them, you’re coming with me.” He wanted out of this party immediately. All he wanted to do was spend time with you and some random had taken that away from him. 

“Sugu, can’t we be polite?” You asked, though you were laughing, two hands bracing yourself against his back as he carried you out of the party. 

 “Nah, call that uber baby girl. I’m gonna make you reconsider your life.” Suguru sat on the outside bench, setting you down on his lap, groaning as you moved to straddle him, struggling to catch your purse in the middle of rearranging themselves.

“Like always?” 

He smacked your cheek before he gripped your jaw, massaging open red lips so he could spit in your mouth. “Call the uber,” he told you, wagging your head back and forth while you swallowed his spit, “be a good girl, or I’m just going to have to fuck you right here.” You moaned at those words and he hummed amusement, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck. He pressed kisses to your cheek, the corner of your lips, raising his honey brown eyes to glance around them. A couple people were watching their antics, not that you noticed, eyes shut, enjoying yourself as you rolled your hips to his.  You draped arms over his shoulders, nails digging into his skin when he released your hair, setting his fingers to the corner of your mouth instead. Suguru sighed as a little ripple of pain went through him,  meeting a few gazes pointedly. Look away. He liked that his girl was enjoying all his fingers and certainly didn't need unattractive voyeurs. 

Eventually he caught your purse, pulling the phone out of the pocket in your cute purse you used for parties; it looked vaguely expensive but not as much as some of your other ones. He relaxed back on the bench and you followed him, tucking your face into his neck. Suguru entered your passcode into your phone, a bit distracted by the kisses you were pressing to his neck. He found the app, ordering the uber; the nice car version. Last time you were in an economy car you nearly had a panic attack. His free hand was cupping your ass, kneading lightly at the flesh, your sweater dress barely covering his hand. He slipped fingers under the lacy panties, tracing over your slit. Fifteen minutes till the escalade arrived. 

“If I make you cum out here, you better do it real quiet, okay?” He murmured, kissing your forehead, cuddling you closer to his chest. “You’re so fucking wet, did defending me turn you on?” You nodded, whining low as he slipped two fingers into your pussy, using his other hand to yank down your dress trying for some decency like it wasn’t obvious what they were doing. “You okay with two or you want three?”

You nodded, cheek rubbing against his chest. Your hips rocked to meet the push of his fingers into you, back arched. 

“Can you be quiet with three?”

Another head shake. This time a no, but pleading eyes looked up at him. You were so cute. He cupped your cheek, bringing you in for a brief kiss. He would give you the world if you ever asked for it. Anything you wanted that wasn’t a danger to your life, he would do it. Suguru couldn't help kissing you again, a bit needy this time, sucking your tongue into his mouth 

“Sit up against me,” he instructed, pressing his hand over your mouth when you did. “By the way, this doesn’t count in your reward tonight. Drink lots of water in that uber.” You tightened up with his words, and he swore he’d never find another girl who could would just go with the flow with him like this. Affectionately, he patted your cheek, murmuring to you, “nasty little slut, you think they all can’t see? I hope it goes around how much of a whore you are for your boyfriend.” You got tighter. He wished it was his dick inside you right now. “Ride my fingers a bit baby, my hand is tired from keeping that dumb chick away from me.”

So you did. He did you the courtesy of angling his fingers so it hit that spot he knew you were looking for. You were dripping down his fingers, poor baby, hips rolling to meet the pressure he gave you. You moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back in your head, hips giving a frantic couple shifts, pussy squeezing around his fingers. Suguru laughed, feeling you cry out against his palm. He shoved your sweater dress down, exposing your shoulders, pressing his lips just above your collarbone, giving your skin a kiss before he bit hard once, twice, different locations. You yelped into his palm, hips jerking again above him. He could already see red beginnings of bruises staining your caramel skin. 

He started a rough pace, fingering you from the back hard as he could, with how squirmy you were getting. So he said, “Stay still, and take it. Cum one more time before the uber gets here, okay?”

And you did. You were sobbing into his hand, tears getting his hand wet, clutching at his arms. Your palms and nails dug into his skin, one hand finally going to his hair, gripping tight, cumming hard again around his fingers. Geto gasped, gritting his teeth against the pain. You wanted to play this game before they got back home, huh? He sat up, two hands on your waist to steady you as he stood them up and pushed you down on the bench, pretty collarbone and pretty face so tempting, he almost had to put his face in your pussy. 

“Told you to stay still. Not grab my hair yet.” 

He put a hand over your mouth again, three fingers back inside you, shielding them from view. You were loud. Sobbing and moaning against his hand as he dragged a third orgasm from you, almost unwilling. He slapped your pussy one, twice, driving three fingers deep into you, feeling you cum again. Suguru laughed, watching you shake beneath him, your pretty brown eyes gazing up at him, a bit glazed over. He pressed kisses all over, fingers working you through your third orgasm in twenty minutes. Good thing you were so sensitive. You kicked at him finally, eyes pleading him for mercy, and he wouldn’t have given it to you had they been in their bed. But here, he did, taking his hand off your mouth, feeling your phone buzz beside you. Uber notification; driver was here. 

Didn’t really matter. He had ten minutes till the uber left. You were still trembling, legs quivering; he was sitting on his knees in front of you, pressing kisses to your thighs. Suguru cleaned each finger that had been inside of you singularly, letting you watch him. He sat up on his knees, arranging your sweater dress properly from where he’d pulled it. Geto even tried to press out the creases, kissed you when he was done and you moaned into his mouth, grateful that when he pulled away he continued to lavish you with kisses.

“Take me home?” You asked, voice airy. 

“Can you walk, or should I carry you?”

“Carry.”

“Anything you want, princess.”

[graynide]

People I'd Like to Know Better

Tagged by: @possessable (ooohh this is fun)

Last Song: I keep on alternating between two albums of different genres on REPEAT for like my entire day. Which are Zephyrus, The Oh Hellos and Ultra Rare Vol. 1, Mystery Skulls. (possible split personality trope significance) but ig the two songs I mostly jump back to are Round and 555 respectively

Favourite Color: Pink! Leaning to a cooler shade

Last Book Read: man i need to read a book now. i haven't read any recently and im very sad at myself

Last Movie: Salem's Lot (2024) a Vampire movie that me and my sister watched during All Saints Day in a Cemetery. There was a free movie screening there and honestly made me feel better watching and commentating on it with her. Though we could not stop talking about Mouthwashing and calling out "Mouthwashing reference" every 5 seconds (not that the game has any actual relation to the movie lmao)

Last show: the whole family watched The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. I already finished watching it though i noticed my dad getting really into it than the rest of the members.

Sweet/savory/spicy: I like to build up my spice tolerance

Relationship status: ehh, just let me focus on my dream career. How about never

Last thing I looked up: "pushy definition synonyms," i was uhh talking to a mutual. Not usually a chatter on Discord so ive been missing convos oops.

Current obsession:

Captain Underpants and Krupp, my two favorite guys and hyperfixating for 5 months now help. I love their character dynamics and fan concepts forever they're so intriguing

Looking forward to: apart from my duties and responsibilities i'll have to handle this month, i need to cross off my list of Captain Underpants fanart ideas. INCLUDING 3 accounts i need to set up and cleaning up my ask inbox (oops sorry im so slow god damn it) I should also get around to playing Slay The Princess: Pristine Cut and drawing fanart for it again. I miss my birb boys

tagging (no pressure ofc! ): @sapphosdickandballs @remaking-machine @ilikemicrowaves and anyone else i can't think of that will do this may join bless

[svnflowermoon]

☕️ rant about HMHAS!!! i love this album omg im listening to it for the first time ahhhh

AHHH YAY HI OMG

btw i literally adore you and your asks answering these asks makes me so happy i love yapping <33 fair warning this is one of my current hyperfixations so this is a LOT and you do not have to read all of it lmao (i didn't even realise how much there was until i'd written it all im so sorry 😭😭😭)

hmhas is literally one of my favourite albums it's one of the few albums where i genuinely can't find a song i dislike

im gonna go through each song bc i have no self control and i adore them all oops i love yapping

okay so skinny OH MY GODDDD makes me sob it's so :((( it hits me right in the heart and i am obsessed with songs that make me feel something so this is one of my favs from the album i loveee her vocals in it and my fav lyrics are "when i step of the stage, i'm a bird in a cage, i'm a dog in a dog pound. and you said i was a secret, but you didn't get to keep it" it's so AHHHHH and also "but the old me is still me and maybe the real me and i think she's pretty" because it's so relatable it makes me cryyy

lunch!!!! what a fucking bop!!!! i've ranted a lot abt this song on this blog so i'm gonna try to keep this precise (lmao impossible) i think this song altered my brain chemistry. im a BIG fan of songs i can dance to and this is such an ass shaking song so its absolutely perfect. also THE MUSIC VIDEO AHFHSBXBAJANA. the lyric "she's the headlights, i'm the deer" literally AHHHH so mecore i am indeed a deer in the headlights. (also this song live is IMMACULATE)

CHIHIRO MY BELOVED. I AM OBSESSED NO ONE UNDERSTANDSSSSS UGH also spirited away/and studio ghibli references make me unbelievably happy!! THE VOCALS THE BEAT THE EVERYTHING I HAVE NO WORDS AHFHAABCNEHSB i don't even have a favourite lyric just like the whole song is so omg omg omg!!!! also the meaning behind it is so :(((( (at least how i interpret it)

BIRDS OF A FEATHERRRRR i love love i love this and it's gonna be in heartstopper which just makes it even better. i love happy songs this is such a dancing around the kitchen while baking song (also a long car drive to the beach kinda song) i adore this song no one understandsss i love love i hope someone feels like this about me one day ughhh. fav lyrics (there's a lot but I've written so much already sooo) "and i don't know what i'm crying for, i don't think i could love you more"

okay wildflower. wildflower my absolute beloved the love of my life. i love this song with my whole heart and no one understands it as much as me. "BUT I SEE HERRRR IN THE BACK OF MY MINDDDD ALL THE TIMEEEE LIKE A FEVERRRR LIKE I'M BURNING ALIVEEEE LIKE A SIGN" "i know you didn't mean to hurt me so i kept it to myself" AHHHHHHHHHHH literally on repeat on my mind every night when I'm trying to sleep this is my song this is my song no one understands this is like the halley's comet of hmhas i could go on about it forever and ever and ever but i'm already yapping so i'll stfu

you're probably sick of me by now if you've even read this far but we still have more songs and i've committed i'm so sorry ahfhandbajba i'll try to make the rest shroter

THE GREATESTTTTT literally sobbing screaming crying these lyrics it's so ughhhh its a littleeeee too relatble "and you don't wanna know how alone i've been, let you come and go, whatever state i'm in" OH MY GOD BILLIE YOU DIDNT HAVE TO RIP MY HEART OUT 😭😭😭😭 the soft vocals and the guitar ughhhhh im in loveeee AND THE SWITCH TO THE FULLY BELTING OUT THE LYRICS AND THE DRUM AND UGHHH NEVER GETTING OVER THAT

l'amour de ma vie oh my goddddd i love how she drags out the vocals and the synths and oh my goddddd the lyrics and it's somehow such a ass shaking song despite the depressing lyrics?? and the laugh after "but you moved on... immediately" AHHHH i adore when signers put little laughs or voice notes or something in their songs it makes me so :)))) i adore the extended edit it's such a bop and it's lowkey the best part of the song

THE DINER WHAT A FUCKING BOP i'm obsessed with it even though it originally reminded me of kahoot music it now reminds me of don't smile at me which is my fav ep ever soooo i love itttt I'm obsessed (and the number at the end??? that was so cool)

i adoreeee bittersuite part of it reminds me of i didn't change my number from happier than ever and i loveeee that i love the synths in it and the "if this is how i die, that's alright" part drives me insaneee also I LOVE the transition from bittersuite to blue

BLUEEEEE LITERAL LOVE OF MY LIFE im so glad she released it the vocals are insane and the links to skinny (bird in a cage) and birds of a feather drive me insaneee also i love that it has two parts hehe

okay yapping over i love you <33

[bloodsalted]

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME : dixon. been going by it for too long to change it. thought about it a couple times but it's stuck with me for a handful of years now. oop! also not my real name.

PRONOUNS : she/her/numbnuts/idc!

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : i lose track of tumblr ims very easily. discord is preferred and i will give it to any mutual that might want it!

NAME OF MUSE(S) : dean winchester is my main. i have jack kline @lasthymn and a human oc that gets demon possessed kinda dual muse at @unscriptured . my multi is low activity atm and i'm just replying to what i got at the moment. my spn brainrot is very real.

BEST EXPERIENCE : meeting all the people i have here and enjoying our time together. hanging out with @hostiae / @devourcr at eccc. generally, just the experience of meeting such lovely, awesome partners that become friends and people i cherish. even if we don't speak often. i really do adore the people who i get to share this lil orbit with.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : not reading my rules. becomes obvious when you don't. especially with a couple character or plot types i list that i don't feel comfortable writing and they get pushed on me. always read rules so you start out on a good page. it's so important! using roleplay to make yourself seem better than others. whether that be that you're more virtuous than them (as my buddy ava said) because they write things you don't like (rant to a bud, get your feelers out, block and move on??) or way more hip, progressive or whatever for plots you do or won't do or fcs or graphics you use. we're all just here writing. it's not that serious. have fun with it. curate your experience. screw anon button on. you'll be way less stressed. and a tiny one. refollowing on repeat. but that just gets a block eventually. and super easy to handle.

MUSE PREFERENCES : flawed heroes, burdened souls that are good people deep down, the distant person that has walls because of self-preservation, kind souls that've been burned too many times that they are cautious to warm up to others. misunderstood, thoughtful types. characters that still need to learn themselves and grow. on the complete opposite side? completely unhinged psychopaths, sociopaths, whatever else that falls under that line.

PLOTS OR MEMES : ava said this really well. memes are the easiest way to get my attention. i don't mind sending them in. or having them sent (though rn my inbox is a little big but i'm working on it, might just take me some time!). and then from there as we build up, if we match well, plotting is something i LOVE to do. i get that some don't though and i'm always more than fine winging it to see what happens. pretty flexible. but i really do love things that stick between muses.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : i write a lot most of the time. usually on accident. sometimes i get carried away and am enjoying myself. i, in no way, expect replies to match length and i mean it. i just need smth to work with. i've been keeping some posts purposefully shorter. especially meme replies as i work through my inbox. we can expand or shrink as needed!

BEST TIME TO WRITE : usually really late at night. i'm a night owl with insomnia and, as much as sarah threatens to beat me with a chair? i find sleep difficult. writing helps that!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : i don't know? i'm probably more like dean than i am any of them. but i try to make better choices that won't end up with me getting hurt. though there are people i'd let the apocalypse happen to save. some people are just that important. sorry world. if we're going down. we're going down together at least? dean and i have very very similar music tastes. though some of my stuff would be thrown out the window. we both have stupid humor. we're loyal. i do like my jeans, t-shirts and flannels. but we are VERY different in many ways. or it'd be boring to write someone just like me.

TAGGED BY: @murderdeals TAGGING: anyone who follows me! i'd love to know more about you! tag me so i can read! and this means...YOU'RE IT!

[bonesandthebees]

I got a little too excited when reading rose and

so it took me a while to work thru the chapter since I write my comments as I read and I decided not to repeat everything started in the thats important to learn about the characters bc that would be almost the whole chapter so i saved it for my analysis here, but I kept getting lost in a cycle of too many thoughts and not much reading about the characters and everything going on oops

time to gather the base info we have (im telling myself analysing this is practising for my literature classes so im technically doing stuff for school when in fact im procrastinating stuff for school, ill do it after this I promise I just need to get this out of my head)

wilbur:

- studying to be the next consil and phil is giving him some lesson, but it seems hes only now going to get fully introduced to all the inner workings

- the ferronnière: hes basically constantly aware of it, both physically (keeps checking he has it) and mentally (aware of his position and controlling his actions, the metaphor of ferronnière pressing on his head as the pressure being put on him) which isnt really healthy but theres not really another option

also he keeps making sure the ferronnière is visible whenever he needs to be respected and we saw a guard doubt him before they saw the ferronnière so its not just a feeling but the ferronnière actually gives him respect and wilbur himself doesnt really have any

- his relationship with phil is as can be expected, phil is not a bad dad, he needs to prepare wilbur to survive in court, but he might be a bit too focused on that + his duties as consil and that results in very strict and bit distant parenting

from his fear of phil not telling him about the announcement and the flinch when called his full name you can see that wilbur is very afraid of disappointing phil, bc in the past that probably meant something like shouting and he was probably called wilum at those times

but its not that phil doesnt care, hes making sure wilbur will be able to be a good consil and I believe it when he says hes taking care of their family (which is just sandduo, or maybe techno too?) and so far he looks satisfied with wilbur, proud even (me when phil is proud of wilbur in any universe bdhdhdjjfjen)

- hes really close friends with niki, since childhood, and there is deep trust between them, with wilbur letting niki even touch his ferronnière, something very personal and important, sharing fidgeting with their rings....

they plan to hopefully rule together (which is not at all unrealistic in their situation) but it wont be able to work the way it has so far, the way they imagine it, already with the strain of wils promise to phil and more will surely com, niki will learn about wilbur not telling her everything eventually and idk how shell take it

im not saying their friendship couldnt work im just afraid it wont survive bc theyll keep trying to hold it up to their childhood standards which isnt possible in this situation and I predict a falling out maybe becoming enemies even

- we dont see much of his relationship with quackity and the tension of niki vs q with wilbur on nikis side is ever present, but theyre still friends

when quackity arrived at the palace they were all still kids and while they did know about the competition going on but they probably had some classes together and I assume wilbur and niki were there only other kids in an adequate position to play with so theres nothing weird about the friendship

also I wouldnt be surprised if phil encouraged it, it was him who told wil to keep his chances open on all fronts

they also both have mutual respect

theres also this undertone to their conversation that is just so tntduo of them

1/2

wilbur's ferronnière plays a rather symbolic role in the story. it's important to wilbur because it's his status symbol. it's the thing that, in his mind, gives him power. that's why he's constantly aware of it. that's why he's constantly adjusting it. it's representative of his position as the son of the consil and everything that comes with it

phil definitely isn't a bad dad in this, but he's not a great one either. he and wilbur have such a complex relationship I'm so excited to really dig into it. phil deeply cares about wilbur and wants the best for him, but wilbur is terrified of disappointing his father. phil sometimes sets his expectations too high, and wilbur scrambles to try and reach goalposts set out too far. but phil is still proud of his son, and just wants to see him thrive.

niki and wilbur's friendship certainly goes through a lot in this story... I'll say that

oh yeah phil 100% encouraged wilbur's friendship with quackity. they have a very... unique relationship i'll say. they're also childhood friends like he and niki are, but they're not as close in some ways and, in a sense, they're closer in other ways. you'll see what i mean later lmao

[inact-ice]

Season 2 episode 9 let’s go!

- I’m so excited to learn more about hennn

- hen wtf is on your head. Ope not the men awkwardly laughing. White people cant recognize a black queer person if said black queer person was wrapped in a rainbow flag

- hen girl I hope you have savings or a backup plan.

- she’s at a career counsellor? This counsellor has fantastic hair, hen you should learn from her. Though this look does fit this time period.

- HEN AS BATMAN?!!

- this career counsellor is useless, im pretty sure she’s gonna have a medical emergency- oop down she goes! Ohhh so she’s a life coach. Yay hen you saved her life! I’ve been taught cpr twice and I wouldn’t have been able to save that lady

- hi hens ex girlfriend! I hate you. And right on track she’s being dismissive about hens dreams, Karen would never!!

- ooh ok they’re getting a little intersectional wit it.

- I’m pretty sure this is the episode where we meet Tommy and the severity of his bigotry will influence how I view him through the whole show, I still hate Billy from stranger things for being racist to Lukas

- hell yeah cherry bomb!

- OMG YES BURN THE HELL OUT OF YHAT UGLY WIG JESUS CHRISY THANK YOU

- cherry bomb kinda is the perfect song for this montage wow

- GO HEN GOOOOO

- WOOOOO SHE DID IT! GIRLS IN BLUE! GIRLS IN BLUE! YIPPEE

- oh I can sense the bigotry about to come. Hi Gerard. Ugh I hate him already

- TOMMY! In 5 seasons people go crazy over you and so far I cannot see why. CHIMNEY! Ugh chimney you’re constantly raising the bar, love you

- Tommy being workplace bullied for being gay… ok I’ll hold my judgements- WOAH! New York BITCHINESS… guys come on

- Gerard you are the worst and the fact that they trivialize your mess in the latest season is actually so horrific

- BOOO WHO CARES WHO THESE WHITE LOSERS SIT WITH ANYWAY! POC SOLIDARITY I KNOW THATS NOT RIGHT!!! See if Tommy could be a bit more like chimney that would go a long ways, like just a little ‘we’re in this together’… but I guess at the end of the day marginalized white people will always choose their whiteness over their marginalization, and gay white men are kinda notorious for being really bad for that. Hope he gets a good redemption arc ig

- hens gonna save the hell out of this woman!! Tommy shut the hell up, why question the paramedic oh my lord. GERARD SHUT THE FUCK UP SAME QUESTION TO YOU

- ATHENA AND HEN MEETING EEK! Omg yeah hen really is staking her whole job on this. But ofc it’s working bc she’s a genius!

- Gerard please be so fucking for real right now you useless loser trash goblin

- at least we have poc and black woman solidarity. But chimney being so nice to her really highlights how much certain other people suck… but lemme not repeat myself too much.

- hen you can’t hard work yourself into being respected by this awful bigoted man. Oh I’m so glad Buck punches this man in the face or whatever, I hate him so much… and this is the guy people were calling silly and goofy and funny? Oh I see how it is

- yay hen and Athena friendship hours! Marginalized first responders club, aw I love this for them. I like these guys, especially Casey! Hell yeah Athena, even tho your job is like inherently awful, this is valuable advice

- aw wait guys I feel so bad I already hate Tommy and his stupid face😭 I just can’t believe he called her a bitch completely unprompted like what. I was under the impression that he did all this stuff like totally prompted by Gerard

- oh hen this speech is so goooood, 10/10 monologue! And ofc chimney supports her instantly, solidarityyyyy

- will tommy be nicer to hen now that he knows they’re both gay

- hen fuck that guy, you are so right as always. CHIMNEYYYY, you are suuuuch a fave I love you! Sooooolidarity! No bc he’s like risking his JOB for her! Where’s Tommy??? Nowhere to be found. I wish I hadn’t known he was gay beforehand bc that makes it feel more like a betrayal

- oh shit I really hope this kid survives. YAY! YAY CHIMNEY AND HEN VULNERABLE CRYING BEST FRIEND SOLIDARITYYYY

- oh yay they’re giving hen her flowers! Ok! All is not forgiven bc I didn’t hear an apology, but that was pretty ok!

- YAY GERARD GOT FIRED?!! Oh the guys stepped up! Yippee, hen I’m so happy for you. Not to make this about Tommy but I hope it’s revealed that he was one of the guys to complain bc that would fix a lot for me

- chimneyyy you mischievous little MAN! I love you chimney, you’re the best!

- they did such a good job of writing hen without making her a mammy bc I can see how these writers would’ve messed that up but damn

- hen redeeming herself with her outro speeches love it

Ok that’s definitely my favourite episode so far, the writing was very good (even though they dropped and picked up some themes on intersectionality kinda abruptly) and I feel like I know hen a lot better now! Like I’ve thought before that she can be kinda snippy sometimes, not in a bad way or anything, it’s just something I’ve noticed! And this episode really showcased that it’s not that she’s snippy, but that she’s one of those people who’s really outspoken and very principled. It’s kind of refreshing to see from a show where our other main black representation is Athena…. But lemme not go on my cop rant. Yeah this episode was just great for the most part, and the emergencies were strangely more grounded than other emergencies in other shows, so I felt more anxious during them. Ig part of it was the knowledge that hen could be fired at any moment too. This whole episode has made me feel so happy for where hen is now, she has such a strong support system who’ll protect and support her against things like racism or sexism now, it makes me so happy!

I gotta say, I’ve been thinking of some posts I’ve seen regarding Tommy while I watched this episode, and while I think the posts that say he didn’t really do anything wrong of his own fruition are like lying for some reason, he’s definitely not irredeemable! I’m cautiously optimistic to see the development of his character all the way in season 7 and to see how he’s changed and stuff. I don’t get why everyone likes him so much yet, but ig this is just like the point in the character arc where he’s at his lowest and I do see potential!

[foxgloveinspace]

im behind on tag games oops

Thanks for tagging me @jazzraft !!!

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people.

I have played a game like this before..... this is a hard as fuck game haha. Last time I played I didn't let myself repeat bands, this time i'm only using songs from my favorite bands playlist. Lots of repeats <3

F - Feel Me Now - If Not For Me

O - On & One - Half Moon Run

X - Fxgiving - Half Moon Run (cheating, only song with an x i like)

G - Granite - Sleep Token

L - Lorelai - Fleet Foxes

O - Other Nature - Til Fauna

V - Voulez-Vous - ABBA

E - Edmonton - PUP

I - Insomnia - Frontieres

N - No Thanks To You - If Not For Me

S - Secrets - Til Fauna

P - Problems - Matt Maeson

A - Aqua Regia - Sleep Token

C - Cry Baby - Matt Maeson

E - Eulogy - If Not For Me

not in the mood to tag anyone today, but if anyone wants to do this, say I tagged you and do it !! <3

[dambiex]

with that said, i want to share some of my experience. so i sent the following as a chain of messages to a mutual i met on tumblr, who has trouble with self hate and only loving themselves conditional on them studying well (with suspiciously high standards). sounds familiar? the messages:

if you imagine a friend in your situation, do you hate them? is your love to them conditional on them doing the work they said they will? will you understand if they lack the discipline and they will not be able to work any more? if they say they need a day off because they feel like shit and cant focus, will you get mad, or will you encourage them to rest?

if a person is struggling to work and beating themselves up, will you try to cheer them up? will you berate them and tell them they are good for nothing until they get some discipline and work ethic?

when thinking about another person, can you see their struggles and failures are caused by their environment and human nature? even when they say they want to work more and they are obviously upset when they cant?

if you can see those things and be compassionate to other people in situations very much like yours but not to yourself, then i think you can agree with me is that there is some problem of perception here. when you see a stranger in your position you see one thing, and when you look at yourself you see another. this is a form of bias, or as i like to call it an illusion: your perceptions of yourself are not really caused by your actions. your actions are normal. but something in your perception is flawed.

when you learn this is an illusion and not an accurate representation of reality, you can use this to start and correct your perception when you notice it showing you things that you now know are false.

for example, it can look something like that: thought: "i hate myself for not working today. i tried and it just didnt happen. i dont know where these X hours went. fuck me for chasing these <hedonistic tempations> and not doing what i said i will" reaction after noticing what is going on: "what would i say to a friend who came to me and said these harsh things about themselves? what do i think caused their behaviour?" *imagines a person in a similar situation*

it really helps me picture myself using the same mental machinery that i use to think about other people. you just see this person who is trying so fucking hard, and is suffering needlessly because they are not 100% perfect and they blame themselves for that.

and it allows you to use the tools you would have used with a friend: to help them see it is not their fault. they are not robots. they need some rest and a shower, and maybe then they will feel better. there is no reason to hate themselves because they are not perfect.

just to repeat the most important part: you think you are bad not because you are bad, but because your perception of yourself is flawed.

(and once you know a tool is flawed you can try to fix it or use other tools instead)

yeah i feel like im repeating myself at this point. wow that was longer than i expected. oops :P

sources: this is what i implicitly learned from my therapist, and phrased myself. this is not professional advice and if you feel you could use more help go see a therapist. statistically it has a very good chance of helping. termsandcondtionsapply, etc.

i think its useful to hear about people's experiences from therapy, and see what they have learned from their therapists, because people mostly have very similar problems to yours, and what helped them might help you, or at least lead you in the right direction.

[dexaroth]

i know its unrealistic and nonsense to feel bad bc im not as good as i could be within a hobby bc a hobby is supposed to be fun and occupy your time but i cant for the life of me not feel guilty about not drawing and not improving

like.. i have most of the resources. i often have the time. i have almost a thousand pictures in my reference folder to be used to practice and learn. i have an internet connection to be inspired and learn from those better than me and yet... i just don't feel like drawing. and i mean drawing something grand.. not just the dozens of doodles and oc refsheets i keep churning.. i want to do standalone pieces like i used to and look at them fondly and feel proud of something. but i just dont have the flame to do it for months and months on end

i mean obviously this is much more likely to happen when it has been your primary hobby for over like 7 years contrary to, say, webpage coding which i just started to learn like a year ago. what's keeping me from wanting to draw though? its so frustrating to know you Have the Potential to be a good artist and knowing How you could become more but just.. not feeling like it. and telling urself im gonna draw tomorrow and tomorrow comes and its one of those days you'd rather stare at a wall the whole afternoon and it just keeps going and going and you stay stumped

[duckymcdoorknob]

Plain box

Milk/White Chocolate

Oval

Ganache

(Sasunaru..? QwQ)

oH WHAT PERFECT TIMING

MY NEXT EVENT ASK IS MY CURRENT BRAINROT

MUAHAUAHUAHAUHUAHA! IM HYPED

Oops this got long oh well

TY FOR THE REQUEST PAPA

CW BELOW THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it, ngl. Spoilers about Sakura’s character arc!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

Ever since the two were paired up on team seven, Kakashi couldn’t recall a time where Naruto and Sasuke weren’t fighting, whether it was physical aggression, hurling insults at each other, or just passive aggression and sarcasm, the two were always at each others’ throats.

As kids, the two were classic rivals. They were the run-of-the-mill adolescents, who only wanted to beat the other at anything and everything.

Now as teenagers, the two are strong in their own ways. But, this doesn’t stop them from continuous bickering and small tantrums.

Eventually, their Sensei had enough.

One lunch… it’s all Kakashi wanted. Just one hour to celebrate his three students and their accomplishments. He was saving up his ryo to be able to treat them for weeks, and of course his two problem children just had to be themselves.

“If you don’t shut up right now I swear I’ll-“

“You’ll what, Naruto? Make a shadow clone and have it yell at me? Ooooh so scary.” The raven-haired shinobi rolled his eyes as he held his hands up in mock defense. “If you start throwing lethal jutsu at me right here, we’ll get kicked out and Kakashi will have to pay for the entire restaurant!”

“You’re such a jerk!” Naruto barked as he narrowed his eyes and stood up to lean toward Sasuke.

The other shinobi matched his action, and the two were now standing with their faces only about six inches apart. Sakura swore she could see the lightning bolts that shot between both of their eyes.

“You two are insufferable!” The pink-haired girl hissed as she pulled on both of their jacket sleeves, “Sit down before you give Sensei an ulcer!”

“He started it!” Naruto whined, knowing he’d been defeated.

“You’re such a toddler.” Sasuke mumbled coolly, accenting his quip with an eye roll.

“Sasuke I swear to-“

“Naruto, Sasuke, look at me right now.”

The two bickering shinobi froze in place as angry their faces dropped. They slowly turned toward their Sensei…

“Sasuke, you’re going to tell me what you would like to eat, since I already know Naruto’s order by heart. After that, I’m going to order your lunches and you’re going to go outside and fix whatever the hell is making you two act up. Do I make myself clear?”

The blonde genin nodded fearfully, while Sasuke only replied curtly, “crystal.” Sakura, on the offhand, was thrilled that she had never pissed off her Sensei before. She couldn’t help the chill that ran down her spine at the thought of what might happen if she did.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” Kakashi’s once terrifying demeanor had retreated, and he wore his signature close-eyed smile once again.

Sasuke pointed to an item on the menu, then stood up from the booth. “Come on, idiot.”

“Well now I’m not going because you’re being a dic-“

“I said come on.” The black-haired shinobi dragged Naruto by the back of his jacket collar, “You know damn well how I feel about repeating myself.”

As the two left wordlessly, Kakashi turned to his remaining student. “So, Sakura. If you would be so kind as to enlighten me, what was training with the Hokage like?”

When Naruto and Sasuke arrived outside, the black-haired shinobi dropped a cross-armed Naruto into the grass, then sat down adjacent to him. “What’s got you so pissy?”

“You.”

Sasuke couldn’t help but snort at how easily the word flowed from his teammate’s lips. The answer was curt and nonchalant, and yet Sasuke found it so amusing. “Reason in particular?”

“Nope. You’re just stupid.”

“Narut-“

“And I’m… jealous of you.” The boy sighed, turning away from his teammate with a dejected sigh.

Sasuke blinked, closing his mouth to prevent a snarky comment from coming out.

“I know, I know, it’s stupid but…” the blonde shinobi sighed, “I just wish that I knew what it was like to have a family at a point in my life. The closest I have is Iruka and Kakashi Sensei, but it seems Kakashi Sensei likes you better.”

With a sigh, Sasuke stood and plopped down next to his teamm- no, Naruto was his friend. That’s what Sasuke had to be in this situation: a friend. “Naruto, Kakashi knows your order by heart for any restaurant you go to. I know you can’t tell, but he always is there to catch you when you pass out from chakra exhaustion.”

“Does he really?” Naruto asked, turning to face his friend.

“Every time, without fail.” Sasuke placed a hand on the blonde shinobi’s shoulder. “And I wish I could tell you it was pleasant to have a family, but it wasn’t always as fun as it cuts out to be in your head.”

“I guess so.” The blonde sighed again, “I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to have a brother.”

The black-haired shinobi tensed, exhaled, and spoke. “Itachi was… he was a good big brother, so I thought. He always made sure to remind my dad that I was important too. It felt good to feel appreciated, but he was also a menace. He would hide my stuff in high places, flick my forehead all the time, and don’t even get me started on how many times he tickled me it was-“

Naruto chuckled gently, “I can’t even imagine you being ticklish.”

“Uhhh ignore that part.” Sasuke cursed himself internally. Why did he include that piece of Itachi’s antics out of all of them?

“Oh? Just ignore it, huh?”

Within an instant, Naruto’s dejected mood disappeared and was replaced by his sunshine-y attitude once more. He dove onto his friend and held one of Sasuke’s arms above his head.

“Don’t you dare, Naruto.” Sasuke spat, trying to put up a front through his apprehension.

“Is someone scared?” The blonde teased, bringing a hand down to squeeze his friend’s side.

Sasuke’s body abandoned him as he involuntarily jerked away from the touch. With every squeeze, his torso flinched away from it. Truth be told, Sasuke hadn’t been tickled in so long that his body was preparing for pain. “D-dude stop!”

“Oh man no way, this is so awesome!” The shinobi teased as he began to flutter his fingers on his friend’s side, “I’m not stopping until you laugh!”

“G-guess you’ll b-behehe- BE here a while.”

Naruto gasped, “Did I just hear you laugh? The Sasuke Uchiha giggled?” He smiled and dug in a little harder, sending shockwaves through Sasuke’s body.

“Nahahaharuhuhutohoho!”

“Sahahahasuke!” The blonde teased.

Sasuke covered his face and whined as giggles poured from his lips, “Yohohou ahahare suhuhuhuch ahaha- AGH NOHOHOHO.”

Poor Sasuke had made the rookie mistake of covering his face, this is common information. But he left his upper ribs wide open for Naruto’s attack. The jinchuriki boy couldn’t help but giggle as he watched his stoic friend fall apart.

“GOHOHOHOD YOHOHOU AHAHARE THEHEHE WOHOHOHORST!”

“And yet I don’t hear you asking me to stop!” The blonde sing-songed, “I know it’s been some time since someone tickled you but man, even I would’ve given in by now.”

Upon hearing those words, pale skin turned cherry red, and Sasuke finally had the idea to move his hands down. Unfortunately, that only trapped Naruto’s wiggling fingers. “NAHAHAHARUHUHUTOHOHO.”

“You done?”

The black-haired shinobi smacked at his friend’s arm, signifying he was tapping out. Naruto immediately stopped and flopped down on top of his friend’s stomach, giggling alongside him. “Man it’s been a while since we had fun like that. Consider that revenge for April Fool’s day.”

“N-Noted.”

The two sat in a comfortable silence, allowing Sasuke to catch his breath. They wordlessly watched the clouds roll by, enjoying the peace shared between them. They were only interrupted by Sasuke’s stomach rumbling, causing Naruto to laugh at the sudden vibration against his head.

“I think we should head inside.” The black-haired shinobi mumbled, lifting the blonde head off of his stomach and standing up. He offered a hand to his friend, who took it with a smile. “And by the way?”

“Mm?” The blonde shinobi asked, turning toward Sasuke.

The other shinobi squeezed his hand with a shy smile. “You don’t need a brother to know what it’s like to have one; you have me.”

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[maizumis]

kids love — ft. iwaizumi hajime

genre/trope: childhood frienemies

female!reader

note: this is for tee’s after you’ve read angst collab! not me projecting my selfship on this oop... it has been for a few days in my draft and I finally found the words <3 enjoy babies

“hajime! you don't have to be so rough!”

the two little kids had been at this game for hours by now, the sun is setting and the sky has a beautiful orange color that would soon turn into a deep dark blue full of stars

“im Godzilla! what did you expect? you silly girls know nothing about Godzilla!”

Iwaizumi insisted on remaking a godzilla movie this afternoon and oikawa wasn't around to convince him otherwise, so you were stuck on being the lady in the scene asking for help

“im tired of Godzilla! he only makes weird noises!” the little boy was astonished, he couldn't believed he was friend with a... girl. he always repeated himself that if he didn't play with you, his mom wouldn't make him that choco milk after every playdate that made his tummy flutter with joy, nothing better that a good chocolate after a busy day at the park

“but you only want to play with the babies! I don't want to play with dolls and stuff! I rather play aliens with tooru”

“babies are cute! unlike you iwaizumi, they are cuties!”

the little girl was left on the middle of the playground when hajime decided he had enough, starting his way to his house that was down the block, exactly next to yours “my mom always tell me I'm cute! you girls are so silly”

“if I'm silly then why you are playing with me?”

okay, his mom did forced him to go out and play with you, bit he couldn't deny the sudden blush of his face every time you showed with a different colorful dress that put the own flowers on shame

“because! because– ugh, you're pretty!”

he doesn't know where that came from, specially since he was just a seven year old, could you fall in love at such a young age? maybe he didn't hate playing around but the weird feeling on his heart every single time you made him hold your dolls to play the house, he hated that he loved to play that with you

“iwaizumi hajime, I, myself, gonna tell you you're pretty too, let's get married!” how ironic, you were telling him just a few minutes ago he wasn't cute but how could you understand the thoughts on your mind when you could barely add and subtract single numbers?

“only grown ups get married! I'm never gonna kiss a girl on the lips too!” he told her, crossing his arms around his chest with an angry look on his youthful face

“well get ready then! is gonna be my own personal goal to make you my hubby, as my mom says!”