#kushami asks

[kushami-hime]

Baku Halloween 🎃 wav ideas:

Werewolf Baku could be extra sensitive to things like fall spice 🍁,

Werewolf Baku maybe has cat allergies🐈 which would be cute and funny as a werewolf.

Werewolf Baku 🧡 straight up has hay fever and has a horrible sensitivity to dusty hay. Fall festival nonsense on a date possible or even werewolf scurmish in a barn set him off.

Werewolf Baku could be sensitive to perfumes or fall candles 🫠 that cute sniffer is just sensitive if you ask me and he is so grumpy about it.

Baku vampire 🦇 idea - just wanted to put it out there because ugh it's hot 🔥 can't even compute beyond him as a grumpy vampire.

Hoping maybe for hitchy holdbacks some but 🙈no matter what route you take it. Your stuff is awesome always!

HOOOOOLY SHIT ITS THE GOAT 😱😱

AAAH Thank you for these!! Omg they're all so good, this could supply the next like 4 years worth of spooky wavs BRUHHH

I think a wav focusing on his sensitive nose would be really good, either that or the hayfever/hay sensitivities!! >:D I haven't done anything with stuff related to hay or fall allergies in particular so we could definitely give that a go >:3

Now just gotta focus on the scene itself, hrmmm...🤔

[goodlucksnez]

It's time to sharpen your skills.

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

I participated in the secret Santa that @kawaii-kushami…so my secret Santa is….@sneezydarling

they asked for fuk/uf/uku from b/ungo stray dogs, so here is a short fic sorry it is not longer (life got in the way)

Also has a bit of mess, sorry if you don’t like it. Also, I am really bad with spelling sneezes, so I did not.

Summery: In their mid twenties before fate would tear them apart Fu/ku/zawa and Fu/kuc/hi, were brothers in arms, or lovers if they were alone. One holiday season Fu/kuc/hi caught a cold and luckily his boyfriend is there to make him feel better!

CW: caretaking, sneezing,mentions of mess (not much), fever mentions

Fukuchi hadn’t spoken a word all night. That was the first clue that something was wrong. He would usually stir at around 4 or 5 am, an ungodly hour as far as Fukuzawa was aware, and whisper something about doing sword training or making a cup of tea. Still, being woken up before the sun wasn’t exactly appealing, and so he slept on, oblivious to the fact that beside him, Fukuchi did the same. The heat rolling off his boyfriend’s body was what woke him up and was the second clue. Disgruntled, Fukuzawa huffed and scoffed and finally rolled away from Fukuchi, kicking off the covers while he was at it. “Hey,” he grumbled, finally turning to face the other. “You’re burning up. I’m suffering.” No answer. The third clue, as Fukuchi always answered him. Worried now, Fukuzawa sat up, watching Fukuchi’s sleeping form for a moment before crawling over and gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” he murmured, gently shaking the other. Fukuchi’s breath stuttered, and his dark eyes slowly peeled open and focused on Fukuzawa. Even in the washed-out, dim lighting, Fukuzawa could make out a slight flush across the other’s face and a glazed look to his eyes. Hesitantly, he reached out and put his hand on Fukuchi’s forehead. “Jesus, Fukuchi. You’re burning up.” He got only a groggy blink as an answer, and his own eyes narrowed. “I told you that outing yesterday was a bad idea. You remember? You’d left your scarf at home?” The day before, they’d had some rare time off, during which Fukuchi had insisted, against every rational argument Fukuzawa could come up with, that they fill that time with even more practice.

Fukuzawa had a feeling his very rational and compelling arguments would have won out on their way back to the temple, but as fate would have it, at that very moment, they had passed by a public Kenjutsu and Fukuchi’s stupid face had lit up with so much childish glee that Fukuzawa had had a hard time saying no. And so, after an hour and a half of standing around outside without a scarf and eight hours of sleep indoors, apparently, Fukuchi had gotten himself sick. With an exaggerated sigh that covered up how worried he actually was, Fukuzawa leaned over and switched on the tiny lamp they kept in the room, scrubbing at his eyes with a fist. “Hold on. If you get out of this bed, I’ll kick your ass. I don’t care if you’ve got the flu.”

With that, he jumped out of bed still in his nightclothes, padding across the floor like a cat and gradually turning on all the lights as he went. Habit, he told himself. He glanced at the clock as he rifled through the medicine in the pantry- 7:13. He swore under his breath and grabbed a few different bottles, as well as a glass of water, and made his way back into the bedroom. Fukuchi was sitting up now, looking at him with misty eyes that squinted at him through the light in the room. Fukuzawa set the pills and the water on a side table and glared, hands going to his hips as he raised an eyebrow at the man. Fukuchi’s voice was scratchy when he answered. “At least I didn’t get out of the bed.”

“Don’t care. This still counts as exerting yourself.” Fukuzawa snarked back, turning dismissively and starting to pour a few pills out onto the counter. Fukuchi pressed further, “How could I take the medicine if I didn’t sit up first?” Fukuzawa began to answer, his pointer finger raised, when he stopped, his jaw snapping shut as he turned away again. “Fair.” He admitted. “But your incessant need to backtalk is a form of wasting energy.” He turned back, smirking and presenting the glass of water for Fukuchi to take. “Nice try though.” Fukuchi, with a complacent smile, went quiet and obediently took his medicine, wincing as the pills scraped against his sore throat as they went down. He let out an exasperated sigh as he flopped back down into the sheets, casting a pitiful look up at Fukuzawa. “I feel gross...” he took a tentative sniff. “And I can’t breathe.” He paused as his face began to take on a painful grimace as his breath began to gather in intensity. Fukuchi never did anything by halves and from the looks of his twitching nostrils this was going to be the start of a very messy cold.

Fukuzawa sat at the edge of the bed, scooting closer, grabbing the oversized sleeve of his tunic he hovered it in front of the twitching man nose. “I got you”. That seemed to be the tipping point and the man beneath him sneezed harshly against the rough fabric. “Should I say bless you or call a priest? You still have a soul or was the expelled out along with…” He paused looking at the damage done but doesn’t continue as the man laying in the bed starts hitching more. He tugged the blanket away from Fukuchi’s body, which the other responded to with a slight shiver and another desperate hitch. Fukuzawa felt a stab of guilt. “I know. It’ll be over soon.” He then took a deep breath- this was going to be bad- and reached down, gathering Fukuchi up in his arms and lifting. Fukuchi stayed in desperate limbo, having complete trust in Fukuzawa’s actions. Fukuzawa allowed himself to be stunned for a moment before he smirked down at the man in his arms and ran his tip of his fingernail over the later nose. The effect was instantaneous, and the man jolted with harsh sneezes that even Fukuzawa felt guilty for causing them.

When the fit calmed down, they were both flushed. “Is it broken?” Fukuchi mumbled as he was placed back down on the mat. Fukuzawa turned from where he was wiping the blanket which was destroyed and arched one of his perfect brows. “What?” Fukuchi blinked slowly at him. “My nose is it broken.” Fukuzawa didn’t answer for a moment, pure disbelief running through him before he turned back to him. “No, it is not broken, you have a bad cold sneezing is just a-”

“If you say part of having a cold I will kill you-”

“You would not, then who would spar with you?” He let out a mock huff of frustration. “Unbelievable, love bug. Hurry up and blow your nose.” Fukuchi, despite his various aches and pains, managed his own very dramatic eyeroll, noticed but ignored by Fukuzawa, before he began to blow his nose. “Gross,” he muttered, finally onto the floor and placing his hand on his forehead.

Within a few minutes Fukuchi began to feel achy and cold again, going to burrow back under the blankets as Fukuzawa took his turn wiping the other nose, and talking about antibodies so something unimportant. If a headache hadn’t chosen that moment to start pounding in Fukuchi’s skull, he would have let him continue. Still, he had to admit, it seemed Fukuzawa was trying to keep his own voice down, which Fukuchi was immensely grateful for. He tried to express the sentiment to Fukuzawa, but all that came out were sleepy, unintelligible mumbles. “Go back to sleep.” Fukuzawa whispered, carding his fingers through Fukuchi’s hair. “It’s still another few hours until you can take those pills again. I’ll be right here.”

That was an order that was hard to ignore, and before he knew it Fukuchi was blinking awake again, the fuzz in his head clearing and allowing him to register that Fukuzawa had not, in fact, kept his promise. He reached out and felt the Fukuzawa-shaped indent on the other side of the bed; still warm. He sighed, sensing calling out would be a bad idea, if the pain in his throat was anything to go by. He didn’t want to worry his boyfriend either; he recalled the time he’d called Fukuzawa’s name from the kitchen, prompting the other to panic and race in half-dressed, demanding which knife he’d cut himself on. It hadn’t taken long to reassure Fukuzawa he was fine and had only been looking for a pan, but the fearful look in those eyes still haunted him. So, he closed his eyes and lay still for a few minutes more, looking up as Fukuzawa came in, a steaming bowl in his hands.

Fukuchi’s face turned questioning as he watched a blush spread its way across Fukuzawa’s face. “I thought you’d like some soup… I read that when you are sick chicken soup is especially rich in a compound called carnosine, and it's this that studies suggest helps reduce that stuffy, congested feeling in your nose and throat.” He states while setting the soup on the side table and once more shaking out a couple of pills from their respective bottles. The dopey, lovestruck look on Fukuchi’s face was soon replaced with his trademark fond smile, the one only Fukuzawa earned, and he sat up and began making his way through the bowl of soup, letting the warmth soothe his throat and inching closer to Fukuzawa when the other sat beside him.

Halfway through his meal, Fukuchi let the spoon clink back into the bowl and leaned into Fukuzawa with a very uncharacteristic whine. Fukuzawa’s tone was firm but not cold as one hand snaked up to rub at the nape of Fukuchi’s neck. “You should finish it.” He murmured. “You won’t have what you need to get better otherwise.” Fukuchi didn’t answer, just nuzzled closer, seeking the coolness of Fukuzawa’s skin. “It’s hot.” Was all he said, earning a look. He pulled back for a moment, worried he’d said something wrong, before Fukuzawa turned to face him, cupping Fukuchi’s face in his hands and gently pressing his palms to Fukuchi’s face. “Better?” Fukuchi stared, feeling his chest starting to tighten. He really does love me. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep soon after that.

[bladedhunter]

which of your muses wants to marry / wants kids?

Thanks for the ask!

The marry list is longer, we'll start with that:

Naruto muses: Kakashi, Tsunade, Sasuke, Jiraiya, Hinata, Kushami, Itachi, Choji, Rock Lee, Tenten, Rin!

Other muses: Jasper, Robyn, Nami (poly-marriage!), March 7th and Sushang when they're older, and Tifa!

Despite being mildly to severely traumatized by the shinobi life, my Naruto muses who would want kids are:

Hiruzen, but all the villagers are his children ;)

Jiraiya, if he settles down with the right person

Itachi, but with who?

Rock Lee, but he reproduces asexually ofc

Of my non-Naruto muses, it would be:

Robyn, as she already has a kid!

Vander, who adopts all the kids (well, four of them)

Tifa, who just cares about all the kids

[snezandsickheadcanons]

A Little Detour (M)

@goodlucksnez I'M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT BUT I'm your secret santa from @kawaii-kushami's exchange.

You mentioned Tri//gun, and well, I'm a villainfucker at heart, so I did some Le//gato. HOWEVER i have only seen the '98 anime, so I hope this still works ok relative to Sta//mpede stuff. *pray emoji*.

Rolling waves of sand soared upwards from the ground and towards the sky. The weather was dry, as always, but that didn’t seem to dissuade the people of this town from enjoying the day. Housewives shopping, children playing, a few turning glances to look at the strange man in the white coat and spiked pauldron as he passed by towards the doors of the saloon.

Legato looked towards the sign on the door, feeling the pricks of sand rub against his nose. A dull buzz like a vibrating pipe settled inside, subtle enough to not yet be a true tickle. Nevertheless, this weather was perfect for preparing how next to challenge Vash the Stampede. 

With a silent step he entered through the swinging doors, quickly scanning the inside to see exactly what sort of company this place welcomed. And by all accounts, it was the usual—a dozen or so gruff men, of varying ages, all gathered together in groups, playing cards and swallowing their body weight in liquor. Each was posed in a careful way, clearly relaxed yet making sure to show off the bright silver muzzles clipped to their waist. 

Though to Legato, they might as well have been a group of children with pop guns. With a smirk to himself, he sat down at the bar, picking up a menu and beginning to flip through it. Now there was much to consider. What should he order? Who should he send after Vash?

As he sat, that annoying rumbling in his nose from before only grew, now at the intensity of a trembling gunbarrel. The itch stung in his nose, and with an annoyed huff he realized he was going to sneeze. “Heh…” He scowled, grinding his teeth together to try and delay the inevitable, but quickly found he had no luck on that front. “Nnnxchuh!” 

The half-stifle was turned to the side, away from the bar but otherwise uncovered. A few of the men gave a brief glance over, nothing more than a basic reaction to any sort of noise. It was just a sneeze, nothing so out of the ordinary, even coming from a mysterious stranger.

Legato gave a dry sniffle, feeling that heated itch still lingering. Well, no matter. As his fingers went back to tracing along images on the menu, his mind began to wander. Sandwiches, sodas, and ice cream floats. Dynamite, acid, and long trails of magazines. What to choose, what to choose? 

He sniffled again, feeling what must be the remnants of the sand light fire in his sinuses. This was the consequence of living on such a desert planet, even for one as feared as Legato Bluesummers. “Htch’shhIEW!” Even without stifling this time, the irritation was still there. What a pain.

Hm, perhaps today he’d go with a sundae for himself, and explosives for Vash? But first, he’d have to deal with this—

“Eh’shhIEW! EshHOO!”

These sneezes were wetter than before, enough that his subsequent sniffle began to squelch. Legato clicked his tongue, then suddenly realized that stinging pain had fallen down from his sinuses to his throat as well. 

A few more men at the bar looked at him now, their stares growing from indifferent to irked. Not quite fully fed up, but ready to be done with that annoying repetitive sound already. 

The bartender, an old balding man with a goatee, finished his business at the other end and came over to Legato’s barstool. “What’re ya having?” he asked, setting aside a clean glass back on the shelf.

Legato tossed the menu aside, letting it slap loudly onto the counter. “A chocolate sundae. With extra cream.” Hm? His voice sounded a little strange… Not only had all this sneezing made him a little stuffy, the pitch was off. A bit deeper, perhaps? Was it really the sand which had done this?

He sat at the bar, listening to the men around him chat about this and that. Gambling, drinking, ready to shove their guns in the jaws of each other at a moment’s notice. Soon enough, they’d all be dead anyway. Once the humanoid typhoon was pushed to his limit, there’d be nothing left of this town but even more of that damn sand. 

Peaceful moments could never last. Not with these people. Not on this planet. It was Legato’s job to secure Vash, that disaster of a man, to make him realize such a thing. All his preaching of pacifism was hopeless.

The bartender returned with his sundae, sliding it down across the wood with barely a squeak. Vanilla and chocolate made their love together, caressing each other side-by-side to confetti of sprinkles and nuts. Delicious, delicious. 

Legato wasted no moment before taking a bite, letting the ice cream melt over his tongue and coat his stinging throat in comforting cold. But after only a few bites he needed to set down his spoon before quickly turning away.

“Heh’choo!” Even after this, after refusing to stifle, after rubbing his nose over and over, this damn irritation just wouldn’t— “Ha’SHIEW!”

A few irritated grumbles came his way. At this point, the patrons of this bar were just ready to be done with the strange sneezy newcomer. 

Legato grabbed a bar napkin to hold against his nose, which was quickly becoming stuffed to the brim with congestion. At this rate he’d never get the orders out to challenge Vash. The very same one who, thinking about it… had been weirdly sniffly during their last confrontation… Even sneezing a few times… Could it be that…? 

He gave a rough blow into the napkin. “Vash the Stambpede…” A new simmering anger began to dull the taste of his dessert. But Legato pushed through, sniffling between each bite and fighting off the urge to sneeze again. The cold of the ice cream wasn’t helping, though. As much as he tried not to, it seemed impossible that he’d be able to finish before he’d need to… to…

“Hek’CHCSHOO!”

“Hey, you!” called a man with a wide cowboy hat from one of the tables, slamming his fist down on top a pile of cards. “Can you shut your damn mouth? We’re trying to play here!”

Moving his eyes to look at him without turning his head, Legato replied in a voice like sap, “Is a man not allowed to sneeze in peace in this town?” 

A few more men turned to glare at him.

“Evidently not.”

The man from before hovered his hand towards the side of his belt. “Now get your germy little pretty boy ass out of here by the count of ten.”

Legato set down his spoon. He was just about finished anyway. Grabbing his pauldron, he smirked to himself, which was quickly interrupted by another sneeze. “Oh, I’ll be out of here in a minute.”

A change of plans for today. Perhaps he’d leave challenging Vash to tomorrow, and spend this afternoon holding up somewhere until his nose calmed its fiery storm. There was just (he looked around to count the number of people inside the bar) something he needed to take care of first.

[nametakensff]

hi hello hey!! for the ask game, 💌 📌 + ☂️? have a good day/night!!

Thank you! 💕 have a lovely day/night yourself!

💌 why did you start this blog?

Oooh, so I started this blog for a bunch of reasons. The first is that the forum has been kind of dead for a while, and snzblr has been getting more and more popular. I've been a silent lurker for a long time because I get very cautious about online communities in general. Just. Because you know how the internet can be lol. I've been on the edge about making an actual blog for years.

The second reason is because basically I was sending anon messages to @kawaii-kushami because they were putting out such amazing g/olden k/amuy content and it got to the point where I was like fuck it. I'll write something and ~reveal~ myself, as it were 🤣 and it felt so nice to make something fetishy again I was like yeah. Blog time.

Third reason is purely because I was consuming SO MANY s/trangers t/hings fics on here when the latest season had just come out - it was these fics as well as people nagging me at work to pick up the show again because I would love e/ddie (they were right) that got me back into s/tranger t/hings in the first place. And I was like okay I want to write some stuff and also have an archive for all these fics (which are still sitting in my drafts waiting to be reblogged uggg)

But. Yeah, basically I reached a breaking point with my lurking and decided to just start creating and interacting and it's been great so far 🥰

📌 what is the fic you're known for

Oh, wow, I guess none in particular? The most popular one regarding notes is this one where e/ddie is gradually overwhelmed by multiple allergies, which I really had fun writing as well!

☂️ your favourite fanfic from another writer

Fuckkkk there are SO many writers on here I love with so many great fics!! I thought about this for a while and picked this fic by @poetic-illness, because it was the first s/tranger t/hings snzfic I ever read and one of my favs to revisit. I read it before I even knew who e/ddie was lol and it very quickly made me want to find out. It's so kinky, I just love it!

[bladedhunter]

Kushami had asked her question, but... no answer came. The woman just stared at her, one leg kicked up, while the blonde waited for an answer. Finally, the other seemed to realize that the question might be directed at her.

She nodded three times. "Yup, you!" she said, not with any idea that it maybe was a rhetorical question, since there was no one else there. But another moment passed, a long one, it seemed to Kushami, after she had answered that possibly rhetorical question, where the woman didn't say anything.

Then her arms lowered, and she finally spoke, welcoming Kushami to the place called the Hidden Leaf. "It's hidden?" she repeated, looking around. It didn't... seem very hidden. It was a big village and she had just happened upon it on her way here.

But the other questions confused her. "Uh, um," she said. "I--no? I think no? I know how to use chakra to do jutsu but I'm not a ninja!" she reassured her, like she truly believed she was right. "And I'm not from a village. I'm from--a tower. But I left the tower. For--" Her eyes went distant, remembering. She shuddered. "Reasons. And yeah. I didn't see the gate."

This was when she sat down on the ground. Her feet hurt too much. "Hey, do you have any water?"

A scurry from the vault of Aina's vision had compelled her to look up toward the top of the wall. A giant bird? A bear? Someone's pet cat?

No! A person! The sight of a girl, with what had appeared to be a rope attached to her head at first look, rolling off the wall toward the earth sent such a jolt through her body that her left leg kicked upward. Her arms folded along her body, her basket swinging haphazardly from the crook of her elbow.

Aina had never seen her before. A newcomer? A tourist? Or...

"Ah! Y-you talkin' t' me?" she asked with a nod of her head. A foolish question, maybe, when no one else was currently nearby. But those were the first words to come to her as the shock ebbed. Aina stared at her for perhaps longer than she should have, and only after did it occur to her that the girl posed no threat did she lower her arms.

"Ah, sorry! You, ah, you done startled me. Ahahaha! H-Howdy! Welcome to Hidden Leaf!" she cheered, flapping her arms gently at her sides. "What was your question, again? If you're, ah, you're allowed here? Hmm...well, that d'pends. Are you visiting or are you a ninja from a rival village? You don' seem like you mean any harm, but most folks come in through th' gate. Not, ah, not over th' walls..."

[tangledkunoichi]

Kushami’s feet were aching. Every time her feet blistered, opened, and bled, she would heal them, but somehow, something wasn’t right. Maybe it was because she kept on making new wounds over them, her feet, which had, for her entire life, walked on hardwood or carpet, suddenly tracking over soil and grass and branches and dry leaves. She had wrapped bandages over her feet, which were dark with blood and dirt, but that hardly did enough to protect them from needing a life’s worth of callouses. Tetsu, the chameleon summon that stayed forever on her shoulder, made a small noise of concern as she gasped upon stepping on a particularly pointy branch.

“Don’t worry, Tetsu, I’ll be fine,” Kushami gasped, stopping for a moment to pick the branch out of her foot. “I just have to...” A deep breath. “Heal myself again...”

Slowly, because this had happened probably about 30 times today, Kushami wrapped her hair around her bandaged foot, made a few quick hand signs, then sent healing chakra flowing through her golden locks, making them glow green. The puncture wound healed, relieving the pain--for the moment.

She looked at the chameleon on her shoulder. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” she asked. “I thought you said we could find somewhere safe near here. But--”

Suddenly, she heard something. Not voices. But... movement. Slowly, she snuck towards the sounds, making an attempt to hide her chakra signature, though without anyone to ever practice with but talking chameleons, she never quite knew how good she was at it. Soon, though, she came across the source of the noise--a pink-haired woman, probably around Kushami’s physical age, though the woman actually looked it, while Kushami looked about twenty. Accompanying the pink haired woman--was a giant slug!

“Woah!” she said, out loud, not very good at hiding. But before she could do much else, Tetsu jumped off her shoulder, not even bothering to turn invisible. Using his prehensile tail and sticky tongue, he swung from the branches and landed on the slug summon, beginning to chirp happily.

Kushami ran at the trio of them. “Tetsu, no! Come back! It could be dangerous! They could eat you!” // @shikkotsunin​

[aliasanew]

El cegato se cortó la cola a una sirena,puede ser muy doloroso a las demas sirenas,y le preguntaba al jefe que al cegato le iba a arreglar los ojos,o las gafas,un zombie en la tienda,tremenda explosion en el baño y varias alergias como los estornudos y la tos

The blind man cut off the tail of a mermaid, it can be very painful for the other mermaids, and he asked the boss if the blind man was going to fix his eyes, or his glasses, a zombie in the store, a tremendous explosion in the bathroom and various allergies such as sneezing and coughing

L'aveugle a coupé la queue d'une sirène, ça peut être très douloureux pour les autres sirènes, et il a demandé au patron si l'aveugle allait réparer ses yeux, ou ses lunettes, un zombie dans le magasin, une énorme explosion dans la salle de bain et diverses allergies telles que les éternuements et la toux

Der Blinde schnitt einer Meerjungfrau den Schwanz ab, das kann für die anderen Meerjungfrauen sehr schmerzhaft sein, und er fragte den Chef, ob der Blinde seine Augen oder seine Brille reparieren würde, ein Zombie im Laden, eine gewaltige Explosion im Badezimmer und verschiedene Allergien wie Niesen und Husten

Il cieco ha tagliato la coda di una sirena, può essere molto doloroso per le altre sirene, e ha chiesto al capo se il cieco si sarebbe aggiustato gli occhi, o gli occhiali, uno zombi nel negozio, una tremenda esplosione in bagno e allergie varie come starnuti e tosse

O cego cortou o rabo de uma sereia, pode ser muito doloroso para as outras sereias, e perguntou ao patrão se o cego ia consertar os olhos, ou os óculos, um zumbi na loja, uma tremenda explosão no banheiro e várias alergias, como espirros e tosse

Người mù cắt đuôi của một nàng tiên cá, điều đó có thể rất đau đớn đối với những nàng tiên cá khác, và anh ta hỏi ông chủ rằng liệu người mù định sửa mắt, hay kính của anh ta, một thây ma trong cửa hàng, một vụ nổ kinh hoàng trong phòng tắm và các chứng dị ứng khác nhau như hắt hơi và ho

盲人は人魚の尻尾を切り落としました、それは他の人魚にとって非常に苦痛である可能性があります、そして彼は盲人が彼の目、または彼の眼鏡、店のゾンビ、途方もない爆発を直すつもりであるかどうか上司に尋ねましたバスルームやくしゃみや咳などのさまざまなアレルギー Mōjin wa ningyo no shippo o kiriotoshimashita, sore wa hoka no ningyo ni totte hijō ni kutsūdearu kanōsei ga arimasu, soshite kare wa mōjin ga kare no me, matawa kare no megane,-ten no zonbi, tohōmonai bakuhatsu o naosu tsumoridearu ka dō ka jōshi ni tazunemashita basurūmu ya kushami ya seki nado no samazamana arerugī

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Sirena sin cola,y el cegato con gafas de culo de vaso

尻尾のない人魚、そしてガラスのお尻の眼鏡をかけた盲人 Shippo no nai ningyo, soshite garasu no o shiri no megane o kaketa mōjin

[dobujutsu-moved]

ask game: Is this character fuckable? EVERY MUSE. (Kakashi, Tsunade, Kushami, Emiko, Sasuke, Hinata, Hiruzen, Asuma--I'm leaving out the kid for obvious reasons)

ask game: Is this character fuckable?| ACCEPTING!

//Bolded is what I can see/what Tazz thinks, italicized is what she secretly thinks/what I’d possibly like

Kakashi

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Tsunade

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Kushami

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Emiko

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Sasuke

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Hinata

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Hiruzen

repulsive | no (when he was younger then yes) | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

Asuma

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

[kushami-hime]

WIP wolf! B/aku halloween wav script

very rough, kinda doo doo, feedback is always appreciated

[kushami-hime]

sorry if you've already answered this before, but would you ever consider doing a sick!D/abi wav?

Absolutely, I have a WIP in my Google drive but I've had a bit of writers block when it comes to D/abi ;^;

[kushami-hime]

Hey, Hime...are you alive? No rush for content, just checking to make sure you're still okay👍

Yes! I am indeed alive!

I finally found a new job and I've been prepping to get ready for it 🙌

I'm working towards getting a Halloween wav out before the week ends since it's officially spooky month >:D

Ty for the welfare check nonny, sometimes I forget to give you guys an update xux

[kushami-hime]

What if werewolf Bakugou gets stuck in an abandoned building, on a full moon and Deku comes out and finds he’s allergic to the werewolf fur even in the afterlife

I think we have a winner 👀

[kushami-hime]

Would you ever consider doing a wav for Aizawa? Maybe him trying to teach his class while sick or maybe an Aizawa and listener one?

I got an ask similar to this so I'll just answer both here! I have indeed! I dunno how I'd differ his voice from the others, maybe just record as soon as I wake up or pull an all nighter without sleep? Idk lol But yeah, Ive thought about it!

A/izawa x listener would definitely be good, perhaps listener is a teachers aid or a recently hired hero who's teaching at UA and is lowkey trying to act as sub for A/izawa because he came into work sick- OOOO better yet, listener IS the substitute teacher because A/izawa calls in sick! >:O

[kushami-hime]

Would you ever do another h/otwings wav? Any ideas?

I do have one wav where H/awks is sick and basically being baby sat by D/abi but that's all I got xux

[kushami-hime]

Would you ever consider doing a wav with deku sneezing from hayfever and bakugou blessing him over and over😵‍💫

Soft B/akugou you say? I can see it happening 👀