#might mess around with their colors a bit but its something :/c

[goudasnew]

WOOOOOO I LOVE YOUR OCS!!!!!!!!! (I am their #2 fan of all time cause you're #1 mutual<3)

Boom you get hit with more ocs

These two are in charge of running things in Springcrest, Josephine takes care of the day to day duties while Theodore acts more like an advisor, and are the reason why Springcrest has a strict curfew during the night.

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

Can you write about what the brothers would say about mc pegging them? 😌 Like mc asks and what would happen if the brother said yes?

Ohhh yes I've been waiting for a ask about this 😺

Brothers & side characters reaction to MC asking to peg them

Lucifer

Once the words came out of MC's mouth he looked at them horrified. "What?" He asks like MC just said something wrong on accident. Once he found out MC was serious he shut it down. "Absolutely not only I'm allowed to top " he huffs out. Though through some begging he does say maybe.

Mammon

He immediately turns red and yells out a "WHAT!?". After calming him down he then mumbles out "uh...maybe if yer nice about it..." Let's be honest he does want it and he doesn't want it nice

Levi

"E-EH!?" He immediately panics. Of course he knew what that was how could he not. He calmed down enough to speak and looks at MC with a red face and nervous trembly voice "I-I might agree t-to that..." He stutters out

Satan

His eyes widen and he sits there stunned for a moment. "Uh...what?" He says still shocked MC would ask such a thing. Once he finds out they are serious he blushes hard "....I might think about it okay. DO NOT SPREAD THIS AROUND" He states

Asmos

He feels as if MC is messing with him at first but once they show they are serious he immediately jumps up and opens his closet and well. Let's just say many toys decorated it. He has every shape, size, color, etc. "choose what you'd like and I'll get ready" he says like he can't wait.

Beel

Completely confusion. Once MC explains what it is he blushes. "Ah....I could try it ..I don't know how well it would work .." he says. He of course was willing to anything MC brought to the table

Belphie

He immediately glares at you but his face is red. "Are you serious MC?" He says bitterly. He kept being sassy before suddenly stating after some silence was left between the two "....maybe" and he storms off as MC has a sly grin on their face.

Diavolo

He blushes hard but laughs a bit nervously "c-come again MC?😃" He says. He eventually nods his head he's down for anything he's literally head over heels for MC completely. "It sounds exciting...I'll be willing to try it!"

Barb

He raises a brow and sets down his tea. "If you're serious about it then so am I" he says and looks MC dead in the eyes. He's not backing down from a challenge and also it's pleasing MC sooo

Solomon

His eyes widen "what-" he then laughs a bit thinking MC is joking. "Oh you're serious..." He then looks away then back at MC like he's contemplating something before sighing "I guess ...I'm willing to try it out" he says. He really doesn't know where this will go...

Simeon

His whole face heats up and he stutters out "W-What?" He knew exactly what that was because he's thought about it often. He does shyly nod after Mc responds again.

Meso

He immediately spits out his tea and starts coughing. He glares at MC with a red face "don't play with me you know I wouldn't enjoy that" he says and pouts turning away from MC. Great another bitch fit

Thriteen

Stares at MC and sighs "finally I was waiting forever" she suddenly says. She's been wanting MC to for a while now. "Everything is ready when you want to do it" she says oh so nonchalant.

Raphael

He looks at MC then sighs "I don't know what that means but I'm sure it has some sexual innuendo to it" he says and rubs his temple. After Mc explained his cheeks tinted a bit "well...its not as bad as I thought it would be" he says and MC perks up "I never said yes" he immediately chimed in shutting down MC. He does think about it though.

[coke-whore]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐀 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲!

- Billy Loomis 𝓍 fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 - billy loomis x fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 - horror

𝜗𝜚 - mentions of blood, gore, underage drinking, implied use of drugs

ღ - a/n: I'm working a ton of requests right now so stay tuned!!

p.s my posts look better in light mode

𝜗𝜚 - main masterlist requests are open

𝜗𝜚 - alice's post office!

"love is a gentle thing, yours is thicker than a velvet ring

Blood. That was the first thing your mind could compute after being brought out of its haze. It was everywhere; splattered across the walls, dripping off different pieces of furniture, skidded across the floor. Your heart was beating like a rabbit as you descended down the staircase occasionally slipping on the metallic liquid that had stained the bottom of your heels.

You had originally been passed out on (what you assumed was) Stu's bed after having one to many beers. A loud bang was what had caused you to startle awake in the first place, but you had brushed it off, just assuming that some of the partygoers had been messing around and crashed into something. Nonetheless you decided it would be best to let your friends know you were perfectly fine and just a bit tipsy.

That idea was exactly what had led you to the sight of dripping crimson colored liquid smudged on the wall of Stu's parents' bedroom wall.

You froze in spot as if some unknown force was blocking you from taking any further steps. Your limbs felt numb, and all at once the room started to spin around you. Regret washed over you as you felt that churning sensation in your stomach and you swore to yourself you would never drink again.

This was not the first or last time this promise was made.

A mixture of bile and cheap beer rose up from your stomach and you quickly found something to hurl your guts into. Hunched over whatever you had managed to find, (you vaguely remember a potted plant or vase of some sort) you threw up until you were almost shaking. You wiped away the tears starting to prickle at your waterline, threatening to spill over like a flooding river, and stood up, coughing before facing the blood-stained wall.

The sticky substance was slowly rolling down the wall like a raindrop on a car window. It was a darker shade of red than what you were accustomed to seeing in slasher movies, and you wondered why they didn't do more thorough research beforehand to make it more realistic. Do their research where you thought, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion despite nobody else being present. The seconds ticked by as your brain seemed to come up with more ways to distract you from the situation at hand. Neglecting might be a better way to phrase it. Building barriers around that dark image and burying it so deep it never resurfaces.

Why don't they ask doctors, do some research-oh that's a cute shade of red plus I really do need new heels- How would you even begin to explain that shade to a store manager though-

And then you really saw it. The red staining into the wallpaper and sliding down the wood door. You screamed. You screamed a blood curdling scream that could have been mistaken for a banshee. At least that's what your brain told your vocal cords to do, but the sound clung to your raw throat; still sore from throwing up all the beer.

Your back found the wall behind you and your knees began to buckle as the dam holding back your tears finally broke. You slid onto the floor with a 'thud!' and let out a noise that was a mixture between a sob and a choking sound.

Your once flawless makeup was ruined, and blotchy mascara made its way to your cheeks. Your hair was a frizzy mess, your eyes were dilated and bloodshot and you were shaking so bad you could barely hold yourself up.

If you had been more sober, and a bit more conscious, you would've noticed that the blood smelled sickly sweet, and that it was oddly sticky, causing it to make a sound identical to the sound of a glue stick leaving paper whenever you lifted your foot to take a step.

"Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pigs' blood in Carrie."

A thought bubbled up from the deep thresholds of your mind- if this were a horror movie the audience would be shouting at the screen the way they do when someone does something so ludicrous it's almost laughable, because who the fuck goes to a party and gets drunk while there's a psychopath on the loose. You apparently, you thought, even though you're not some big breasted blonde bimbo who can't walk one step without stumbling into something.

Not that you could speak much on that part, you were still glued in place to the floor.

Everything seemed to be travelling to your brain in a 2 minute delay because all of a sudden you could move again, and you were walking down (shakily wobbling down while clutching onto the handrails) the large staircase that led to the living room.

You were about to dash right out the door -because who's dumb enough to stay in a house with a slasher in it? - when you spotted a familiar looking boy sprawled out on the ground looking like a TV cop show corpse just ready to have a chalk outline around it.

Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. -Ferris Bueller

'BANG' bullet to the shoulder!

Randy. Your loveable geeky horror movie nerd friend randy. You choked back a sob and rushed to him as fast as your drunk, sluggish brain would let you. He was bleeding, you could see it soaking into the carpet his cold body was laying on. Hot, fat tears welled up in your eyes at the realization that this was all very real. This was not another slasher film you were watching while yelling 'he's right behind you!' This was a life or death situation and you were too paralyzed to do anything.

The phone remember? There's one in the kitchen you can use it to call the fucking police.

You sucked in a sharp breath; more of a gasp if anything and stood up to your feet. You ran (hobbled) over to the kitchen, where you had remembered seeing a phone sitting right on the marble countertop. That is until the ghost wall had reappeared and stopped you dead in your tracks. Voices. If you could even call them that, it sounded more like psychotic yelling, akin to something you might hear if you've ever gone to a psych ward.

They were yelling something you couldn't quite wrap your head around due to the pounding in your head, but you understood enough to know there is no way in hell you were approaching that room.

It's a dream. It has to be. In a few minutes you'd wake up with a hangover and run to the toilet to throw up again. You squeezed your eyes shut hoping that your alarm or the barking of your neighbor's dog would end this nightmare. You would call Randy, telling him how you were the final girl, and he would laugh and say that's impossible because there's no way you would follow the rules. A sob clawed at the back of your throat.

Please wake up, please wake up, pleasepleasepleaseplea-

Your eyes snapped open. That was Sidney's voice. She was yelling something you couldn't quite pick up but there was no doubt it was her.

You're not sure if what you did was brave or stupid, but either way it happened. Adrenaline filled your veins, and you sprinted into the kitchen ignoring the way your head throbbed in pain. You almost threw up again when you witnessed the red, bloody mess in front of you.

Billy Loomis had Sidney in a half chokehold, holding a knife to her throat while Stu Macher, the very person who had invited you to the party in the first place, stood a few feet behind them beside the kitchen island. Both of the boys were soaked in blood head to toe, and you found yourself wondering if it was a fucked up Carrie reference.

You could physically feel yourself stop breathing. The throbbing in your head traveled down until it spread into a dull ache inside your chest. Is this what heartbreak feels like, you questioned before noticing the tall, lanky boy approaching you. But of course, this is the moment the invisible ghost wall decided to greet you again as if it was mocking you, saying 'hey there again old buddy, old pal, why not die like this huh? It's whatcha get for being so goddamn naive'

God, you wanted to cry. You wanted to scream and cry and sob until you were so exhausted your body just gave out. You wanted to rip your hair out and curl up into a ball on the floor until you were soaked in a puddle of your own tears. You wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole even if it meant you could never come back.

And a scream did make its way to your vocal cords the moment you felt the warmth of a pair of arms around you. It climbed its way up to the back of your teeth, itching and scratching and begging to be let out until it just gave up and evaporated on your tongue.

Warm breath ghosted over your neck, you could feel it move a few strands of your baby hairs, but your mind was somewhere else. It was deep inside yourself, a void it never once sought to adventure before. A void that was as fragile as glass and as delicate as silk, a place that was consumed with a wispy black smoke that blinded you. You were screaming from behind the murky barrier your subconscious had veiled over you, clawing at the sheet that covered your eyes.

Behind your glassy eyes all you could think of is what an idiot you were. What a goddamn fucking idiot you were. You went to this party for what? Cheap beer you could have already stolen from your parents' fridge. Weed you already had stashed under your bed at home. You could have slept without the knowledge that your two friends were psychopathic killers.

Stu was whispering into your ear, but it was all muffled. It was like someone was holding your head underwater. You couldn't be bothered to listen to them drone on about a motive and what propelled their fucked up horror movie nerd minds to start slicing and dicing.

'Click'

You could feel the cold metal burn against the skin of your forehead before your brain had actually registered what was happening. The smoke and the veil had lifted, and you were met with a very pissed off looking Billy. Ironic considering the situation.

"Y'know it's not very good manners-ignoring someone while they talk." he said with his signature smirk plastered across his face.

As if he wasn't covered in blood. As if he wasn't Ghostface. As if he wasn't holding a gun to your head, finger just itching to pull the trigger.

So, you laughed. You cackled like a hysterical woman until it started to morph into a guttural sound between a sob and a scream. Your chest heaved up and down as the air that once filled your lungs started seeping out.

The boys looked between each other; utter confusion written on both of their faces. Sidney stood forgotten, still leaning on the counter next to the sink hoping to somehow find a last minute escape strategy.

"Billy, man, I uh- I think we broke her." the blonde haired boy spoke up as he tightened his grip on your waist. "Shut it dipshit." was all Billy said before hesitantly lowering the gun from your head.

"O-Oh my god" you wheezed breathlessly. "Oh, my fucking god. Now that is fucking rich. THAT is fucking rich Billy."

The dark haired boy scowled at you. Who the fuck did you think you were yelling at him like that? He hadn't actually done anything to you. Yeah, maybe the gun was a tad too much, but he had kept you alive, hadn't he? Your friends were still alive and so was your family. If anything, he and Stu had fucking protected you. And this is the thanks he gets? Some psycho bitch laughing?

"Who the fuck do you think you two are? Michel fucking Myers? Fuck you both - holding a gun to my head a-and acting pissed well guess fucking what you don't have any right to act all-all- pissy and shit."

Billy's jaw tensed at your words and Stu's grip on your waist had tightened yet again. Your glare met Billy's as his chocolate brown eyes bore into your own. In that moment you knew exactly what people meant when they said, 'eyes are the window to the soul.' There was nothing but raw anger and hysteria in the boy's gaze. The flicker of mercy and mischief was long gone and replaced by a wildfire. Anger and betrayal etched his handsome facial features, but you could see the cracks in his facade. You could see the vulnerability he had suppressed deep down, the pain and fear he kept in a locked box.

All of a sudden it was as if you had leapt between time and space, and you were 5 years old again playing in a sandbox at a familiar looking playground. You had been building sandcastles under the scorching sun for the past hour leaving your cheeks a rosy pink. You looked up to see a small brunette boy mindlessly rolling a toy truck back and forth watching the small grains of sand take shape into the small tire patterns that adorned the trucks wheels. You smiled showing the small gap between your two front teeth, excited to make a new friend.

The same boy stood in front of you, pupils dilated, and breathing raged but nonetheless the same boy. Billy Loomis never cried and yet you could see the small salty beads of liquid start to form at his waterline.

The silence was broken by Stu who had managed to obtain the gun from Billy and cock it in Sidney's direction. The girl had seen the moment as an opportunity to slip away and somehow get help despite all the phone lines being cut.

Both you and Billy were brought out of the nostalgic haze that had infected you both, and a wave of despair rolled over you like a shockwave at the realization that this is how you would remember the brunette boy from the sandbox.

'Sandbox love never dies'

The next thing you remember is Billy tugging you away from Stu and replacing the taller boys' hands with his own. A black L shaped object was forced into your palm as Billy positioned your arms to aim the barrel at Sidney. His breath hit your cheek as he murmured into your ear.

"Listen, all you gotta do 's pull the fuckin' trigger. Her mom fucked up both of our lives remember?"

You despised the way he made the most venomous words sound so natural in that velvety voice of his. You recoiled at the fact his voice was so steady when he talked about murder. And most of all, you were disgusted by the fact you still had it in you to forgive him.

"I-I can't" you exhaled with a shaky breath. Your voice had cracked at the end of your sentence and if it weren't for Billy's hands keeping yours steady you would've already dropped the gun on the kitchen floor.

The boy behind you let out an irritated sigh as gripped your hands tighter.

"Dollface- yes you can it's real easy just pull the motherfuckin' trigger."

"Billy, no, I can't- I won't-"

"YES YOU CAN. JUST PULL THE DAMN THING."

"FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN-"

BANG!

Sidney's body fell to the ground with a dull thud. Billy had wrapped his finger around yours and forcefully pulled the trigger, tired of waiting for you to cave and do it yourself.

The sound of the gunshot had left a lingering ringing noise in your ear. The inside of your mouth tasted like metallic blood (you must've bitten your tongue you later realize), and every limb in your body trembled as you collapsed onto the ground after Billy had eventually taken a step back. You covered your mouth with your (now dirty) hands as the tears began to fall again.

Billy hummed and hoisted you up as Stu stood behind him and giggled in a way that could only be described as Stu-like.

"Damn we really did a number on her dude." The blonde haired boy had said as he stuck his tongue out. Billy scoffed before chuckling and nodding.

"Sure did. C'mon scream queen cops are gonna be here soon."

You should have stayed home.

[kittsu-and-company]

[ attached is a video file titled “1/2”. take a look? ]

(tw for.. horror im sorry im so tired i can’t think and wanna post ill fix TWs tomorrow </3)

The first thing that’s noticeable as the video clicks on is the sound of howling wind, the camera focusing from a view pressed up against a back wall. Kittsu’s breath is clearly shaky, and the camera shudders as it focuses on the dilapidated surroundings, once lavish halls and securely locked rooms lay scattered about, charred and blackened and damp after years of being untouched.

The mustard yellow wallpaper with gorgeous golden rhombuses peeled, baring their cotton candy colored insulation like a gaping wound, spilling the building’s breathing lifeblood over every surface it could reach.

The sourceless wind sounded like a terrible, shuddering breath, reverberating throughout the building that looks as if it could topple any minute. It sounded like a death rattle, a death rattle that could easily take Kittsu- and that poor lost Patrat down along with it.

What a stupid child.

Kittsu’s breath is audibly shaky as she begins to slowly place one foot in front of the other, going left from her current position, from the numbers on the remaining doors, she’s probably going deeper in. Every shuddering inhale the broken stone takes makes Kittsu freeze, as if pausing would save her from being crushed under rubble if it chose to give out now.

Her steps slowly, ever so slowly, become quicker, a bit more confident as she tries to call out to the Patrat, whose name is apparently Daisy; though muttering of “they’re just messing with you it’s fine they won’t hurt you” are regularly sprinkled within. The camera regularly turns back to make sure nothing is following the teen on her lonesome. Each step is a terrifying gamble if what may appear before, Kittsu stops at each door and calls for Daisy, before moving on. How long had she been doing this..?

This limbo of “what’s next” continues for 30 minutes, before a shuddering sound comes from within one of the closed off rooms. Kittsu stops dead in her tracks, holding her breath as her previous shaking becomes that much clearer in the face of real, possible danger. She stands there for minutes, listening desperately for the ever so quiet sounds within, and ever so carefully, she approaches and fearfully knocks on the door. The sound stops dead, and a minute passes before the door is flung open, and a humanoid shape flees further into the room.

Kittsu whimpers in obvious terror, fighting off the panic that’s so clear from watching the video. “C-can I come in..?”

Another minute passes.

She takes one tentative step forward, entering the room.

…

A feminine figure stands in the center, on a small, charred coffee table in the center of the room. The figure is wearing a blackened nightgown, a clear victim of the same fire that took its building tomb. There is no light except for Kittsu’s unimpressive flashlight, the light seems to be eaten by the darkness as she shone it on the figure. Utter silence is steadily broken by a dramatic crescendo of the wind’s howls, the building itself wailing in a melody not unlike a sorrowful symphony. The silhouette turns around, only its charred nightgown illuminated as Kittsu’s shaking, near purple hands caused the light to dance in a way one might have called playful in any other scenario.

With much effort the light stills for just a moment upon the specter’s face, for just a split second so short that the video needs to pause to get a good look at what caused Kittsu to flee in a dead sprint.

Manic happiness painted the ghost’s face, manic joy not without touches of vicious malice.

Kittsu did not turn around to see if it gave chase; and she ran far faster than most may have expected for someone of her stature and… lack of regular exercise. Her breakneck pace suddenly slowed as the camera gets launched forward, Kittsu’s shout of alarm fading slightly as it skids further away from her, having tripped on something chittering.

“My Arceus- Daisy! You- you need to come with please we need to leave we need to get out-“

Kittsu’s words are drenched in terror and desperation, pleading with the small rodent that from the sounds of it made in response, was quick to join her in her plan to leave the screaming world around. Her sobs of relief at finally being able to go home are audible, the terrified chitters of the dehydrated, starving Patrat being the only form of company she’s had in a long while since entering this hellhole of a hotel. It takes a few minutes for the camera to be picked up again, but it is turned to show Kittsu’s still wet face with a skinny Patrat in her arms. The mask she wears to protect against asbestos in this place is cracked, but still functional as the camera turns to show she had tripped on a pile of rubble.

By now the wind has died down to a low, tortured moan that never seems to quiet, even for a second; calm enough to not send the pair fleeing in terror, but not quiet enough to let go of the persistent tension that seeped from every crack in the arcforsaken place.

…

The video cuts off here. It doesn’t seem like it was quite meant to, but it had already happened…

Was Kittsu even online to post this..?

[golby-moon]

oh no I accidentally started making fakemon for the first time since my fake Fidough and Lechonk evolutions. these were designed for a few people from their discord usernames and from their own vague description of things they might wanna see

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first up is @whitster-lizzy

I think by the end of a somewhat confusing back and forth that I was supposed to make a combo of Bulbasaur, Medusa, and poison ivy. I took inspiration from the last two, but just could not get Bulbasaur's plump little front half to look good morphed into a tail. instead, I went for more of a 'protector of the forest' thing and added a maternal vibe that Whitney kinda gives off and ended up with this. I wanted to put an emphasis on three for the three leaves of poison ivy, so even its tears (which may or may not be from sad edits and the inability to hug anything without poisoning them :(() carry that, as do the scales sporadically thrown around there. the arms became vines when I was too tired and frustrated to keep trying to redraw actual arms to get them to look right (oops) and the hair is just a mess as I'd expect vine-hair to be

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next is @rauko-is-a-free-elf, who started this whole thing with a comment about someone mispronouncing their name as 'Rocco'

for whatever reason, I came up with an ice bird instead of something that screams 'rock type' idk why either. took inspiration from blue jays (one of their favorite birds) as well as peacocks with the tail and tried to go for sort of a crystal structure on there (along with dots that were supposed to be snow but failed to look like it) while still including the distinctive dark swoops blue jays have on their tails. the wings were supposed to be icicles and that was actually the first thing I designed rather than the head or the body. it really does make use of diamond shapes so I did try to add some rock type elements to it mostly in color scheme though maybe it would've been better without. I'm not really sure why it has a mask other than I wanted to give its face some dark lines like blue jays have but my brush was too thick to add too many little details. so mask👌

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now we have @bleuzombie

I didn't have any sort of a prompt or direction for this one and based it entirely off of their username. I originally took inspiration from Machop in the way of body shape and went from there, developing a vaguely reptilian form somehow that looked a lot more lizard-y before the dark typing came out in the form of skeleton-bits not unlike the Cubone line. the spiky bat there is a reference to The Walking Dead ofc, which led me to develop more of a baseball vibe with the dark line under its eyes representative of the grease baseball played use to reduce glare and with the sorta long sock-like design for the feet, along with the baseball stitching pattern that doubles as what's supposed to represent the stripes like all baseball uniforms have. its hands have always looked boxing glove-y from the very first beginnings of the sketch so I just colored them to match the rest of the color scheme and oh no now it's a fighting type oops

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now @nickelkeep

this one is also inspired by their username, which at first had me thinking about how dragons hoard coins but then somehow got turned into c a t and I don't really know why. either way I tried to keep a coin theme going (especially with its eyes, which are supposed to look like coins) while also making it a dark/fairy as sorta requested and it became a representation of the duality of cat: both angel and devil (also a twist of money being the root of evil and all that). so it got fluffy and spiky at once and now has pitchfork-themed whiskers and a few occult symbols to offset its scarf and heart motifs. I think this one was actually the first design I worked on and to the relief of everyone, I actually used a reference of a cat to get the pose right 🎉

(idk why there's a bad drawing of a nickel I think I was originally gonna make that into a background but I did decide against it in favor of making these look more like official pokemon character reference sheet things. enjoy the bad nickel anyway)

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next one up is @anyreiart

idk what happened with this one. I don't know much about anyrei and their username doesn't inspire much in the way of fakemon (beyond a few seconds where I thought of making a sun-inspired something with the 'rei' becoming 'ray'), so I went with a theme based on what I do know, which is that they paint, along with two pictures that they sent, one of which was Gothorita (the other was for a hairstyle I think but I did steal the funky red and black checkered tie from that because reasons). going off of that, this one is supposed to look like a paintbrush with its body and its edgy anime hair, and its belt continues carrying the paintbrush motif. since I was provided with the request to make it goth, I added thick eyeshadow-esque lines under its eyes and kinda used the hairstyle from the picture while also turning it into a paintbrush that utilizes their favorite color as the paint color. carrying the gothic art idea, I tried to make its lower half (originally meant to be a blobby sort of easel shape before I changed it) into something resembling stained glass windows that was famous at the time (I got confused multiple times while making the stained glass design so it's not all that consistent uh). it was supposed to be dark type, but ended up giving off more of a ghost/fairy vibe after I realized I accidentally made it a ballerina paintbrush (oops)

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moving on to @as-lost-as-sams-shoe

this one is heavily inspired by their username, starting with the scallion, which is a kind of oniony thing. they themself actually added the 'wrapped' part to push the pun a little further, which made me think of Swadloon and its cozy little leaf blanket, which naturally led to the scallion with its massive head and slimmer body (to match the shape of an onion more than a scallion admittedly) to be all wrapped up. scallions have leaves that look like they were cut straight across, which lead to the development of its 'bangs' (which was also inspired by the fact that scallions themselves grow underground and only the leafy parts are seen, adding a 'shy' element) as well as the tassels along the bottom of its leaf-wrap. the lines along its body are made to represent both the rings inside of an onion as well as the word 'rapscallion,' which is a term that can be used to mean villain or bad guy, earning it prison-esque stripes. its eyes are massive as a play on onions making people cry, and the smaller parts of its eyes that I can't remember the names of are based off of onion rings. the skull and crossbones shape is just to make it pirate-y, which is what I can't not picture when I read the word 'rapscallion' for one reason or another

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and finally @zybynarx, who gets a finished one as well as a sketch I scrapped and started anew

I actually had a lot to work with for this one, as they specifically asked for a fire type puppy pokemon. first instinct is ofc to go for a dalmatian, which is the firehouse dog or whatever, and I wanted to make the lower half black as a reference to that scene from 101 Dalmatians where they coat themselves in ashes to appear completely black. I made some firefighter-y stripes and tried to make its back legs look almost like boots which looks, in a couple of word, super weird. I then added tinder fluff on head and a kindling sort of thing on the neck, but when I tried to develop the back half's design, my brain sorta died and I couldn't decide what to do, so I went back to the drawing board fully intent on making like a complete copy of what I'd already tried

instead I ended up with this personification of tinder that's just all fluffy all the way down instead of the almost lion mane of tinder design I was originally picturing. I carried over the themes of adding firefighter stripes to allude to a firefighter's jacket as well as the kindling collar thing the other one had. I kept the bottom half black but made it more like wispy smoke than ash that trails behind it when it moves (which is a lot because puppy). the eyes are two pieces of coal and the nose is supposed to look like a match but doesn't. it looks very fluffy but is probably too squirmy to make a good lapdog. it just has that squirmy ball of energy vibe to it

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whether people really like these or not, it was definitely a learning experience, and I did pick up on a lot of things to keep in mind for future fakemon designs (particularly not to overcomplicate things and go more for consistency, which I did not originally do as I wasn't planning on make them into character sheets at all and didn't plan beyond the main drawings of the fakemon)

this craziness is a result of the @deancasanimebang (which is still accepting artists until October 1st :0)

(08/28/23)

[basil-thoth]

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Panel 1: [Alphys, a yellow lizard monster with a small pair of glasses, groggily walks down a hallway. She is wearing a light set of lavender colored pajamas with black dots. She is seen rubbing her face sleepily. Presumably, she’s just been woken up in the middle of the night.]

Alphys: Ugh- hold on, hold on, ‘m coming…

Alphys: what is i-

Panel 2: [Alphys answers the door to find Gaster, with his memory head back, holding his hands to his chest. They’re covered in bandages. He’s still wearing his dark grey sweater from before.]

Alphys: oh my god!!

Panel 3: [Alphys covers herself with her arms, self-conscious about being in her pjs.]

Alphys: I-I– D-Dr. Gaster.. Wha-what are you– wh-why didn’t you call? I-I-I’m n-not dressed-

Gaster: (in cipher) I need you to heal me.

Panel 4: [Alphys looks at him with a concerned expression.]

Alphys: U-uh, w-why aren’t you signing? 

Alphys: Is s-something wrong?

Panel 5: [Gaster wordlessly holds up his heavily bandaged hands, indicating injury]

Alphys: O-oh, your hands!

Alphys: What happened? Are you hurt?

Panel 6: [Alphys nervously leads Gaster inside, who is slowly rubbing his hands as if to soothe the pain.]

Alphys: I- I can try and heal you, come on…

Alphys: b-but, uh… why aren’t you using your magic hands…? Uh, never mind! I-I p-probably shouldn’t ask, haha…

Panel 7: [They step into Alphys’ living room, revealing a mess. Blankets are strewn over the couch, a half-eaten bag of popato chisps on a cushion. The crumbs are everywhere. Power strips are plugged into the wall, with every socket having a wire plugged in leading somewhere off-panel. Multiple dirty bowls are stacked in front of the couch, and an empty ice cream container is on its side next to them.]

Alphys: oh jeez, uh, d-don’t– uh, j-just, just ignore all of that, uh, I haven’t… had a chance to clean up around here, haha…

Panel 8: [Gaster kneels in front of her, allowing her to reach his hands.]

Alphys: Uh, here, sit here, let me see. What happened?

Alphys: O-oh, right, you ca’t really, uh… (god, so stupid)

[Alphys rubs her face in embarrassment]

Panel 9: [Alphys offers her palms to him, and he tentatively offers his hands in return.]

Alphys: Um, m-maybe if I c-could…

Alphys: uh, take the, bandages off, it m-might be easier if I could see w-what happened…

Panel 10: [Alphys defensively puts her hands up, apologetically gesturing as she speaks]

Alphys: U-uh, I mean, I get being embarrassed if- if it was an accident but I-I’m not going to judge you or anything.

Panel 11: [Gaster stares at her, his body language unreadable.]

Alphys: it-it happens to everyone eventually, right?

Panel 12: [Alphys tilts her head empathetically.]

Alphys: E-even someone as, graceful and careful as you– I-it was an accident, right?

Panel 13: [Gaster nods reluctantly]

Panel 14: [Alphys takes his hands in hers, still talking]

Alphys: Right? S-so, everyone has accidents every now and then, it’s-it’s okay, so, if I c-could just…

Gaster: (in cipher) *sigh* I suppose it’ll be inevitable anyway.

Alphys: Uh, y-yeah… d-didn’t catch any of that, uh…

Panel 15: [Alphys slowly begins unwrapping the bandages from his right hand]

Alphys: So let’s just… take a look…

Panel 16: [The bandages come off, revealing the perfectly circular hole in his hand]

Alphys: oh my GOD?!? What happened?! What did you do?! Oh my god!!!

Panel 17: [Alphys looks down in horror at his mutilated hands]

Gaster: …

Alphys: Oh- god, no wonder you didn’t want to sign, this must– this must hurt so bad, it…

Panel 18: [Alphys inspects the hand a bit closer]

Alphys: it’s cut right through… it’s so clean…

Panel 19: [Alphys looks up at him expectantly]

Gaster: (in cipher) It was an accident.

Panel 20: [Alphys has a slightly defeated look on her face]

Alphys: Is… is the other one like this?

Gaster: …

Panel 21-22: [Alphys nervously looks from side to side, while Gaster maintains neutral body language]

Alphys: T-th… this…

Alphys: I don’t know how you could… this… this doesn’t…

Alphys: um, this d-doesn’t look like, l-like an accident…

Panel 23: [They sit on the floor across from each other, regarding each other in veiled suspicion]

Gaster: …

Alphys: U-um… do, do you have the uh, the uh… the bone? Pieces?

Alphys: ‘Cause, uh, if you do, t-then maybe I c-could…

Panel 24: [Gaster shakes his head as Alphys keeps talking]

Alphys: Y-you don’t have those either…? Um… without them…

Panel 25: [Alphys looks pensive]

Alphys: I mean, I can- make it stop hurting

Alphys: but I w-won’t be able to…

Gaster: (in cipher) I know.

Panel 26: [Alphys envelops Gaster’s hands in green healing magic, her tail curled around her]

Alphys: Jeez, I wish I could understand you…

Panel 27: [A few minutes appear to have passed, as Gaster is now headed on his way out the door. Alphys, from behind him, stop him for a moment.]

Alphys: U-uh, D… Dr. G-Gaster, u-um, before you, uh…

Panel 28: [Gaster turns his head towards her]

Alphys: I, uh, j-just um…

Panel 29: [Alphys is nervously fiddling with her claws]

Alphys: I know… uh, th-things have been hard, for everyone, since… what h-happened, a-and I know you were close to the king and queen, and… uh…

Panel 30: [Gaster looks at her]

Gaster: …

Panel 31: [Alphys anxiously rubs the back of her head crest]

Alphys: B-but, um… you know, if, you… uh… I mean, um… if you’re ever feeling… or, uh… I mean, if you’re… or, no, uh…

Panel 32: [Alphys has gone back to fiddling with her claws]

Alphys: Um, I just wanted to say, that, uh…

Panel 33: [Alphys’s palms are upturned in a placating manner]

Alphys: that there are p-people who, care about you, uh, a lot, and… and i-if something’s wrong or, um, you n-need help or, or someone to talk to, uh, you can… talk to me. or, or someone else. even, if you don’t like me, um…

Panel 34: [Gaster is still looking at her]

Gaster: …

Panel 35: [Alphys looks up at him, a flustered blush on her cheeks]

Alphys: …I-I guess what I’m trying to say is… um, you’re not… you’re not alone, you know?

Alphys: Um… so… yeah.

Panel 36: [Gaster regards her with seemingly indifferent body language]

Panel 37: [Gaster leaves her threshold, beginning his walk back to the lab]

Gaster: (in cipher) …Goodnight, Alphys.

Panel 38: [Gaster walks through New Home, passing multiple grey buildings]

Gaster (internal monologue): That’s where you’re wrong. You can’t help me. Not with this.

Panel 39: [Empt, black frame]

Gaster: (IM) From here, I am alone.

[Previously] [Next]

So many people wanted to know how Alphys reacted to the new holes in his hands! The answer is she’s very worried about him - she knows he did it on purpose but she couldn’t muster up the courage to ask him how or why, and afterwards Gaster shut down all conversations about his hands too forcefully for her to try again. It took everything she had just to say as much as she did. She’s still very worried about him, particularly since every day he looks just a little bit worse…

Alphys can’t understand Wingdings, as mentioned before, which amazingly led to probably the longest instance of Gaster shutting up for once so far, haha.  Oh right, at this point Alphys doesn’t live in the upstairs Lab but in some dinky place in Hotland. She’ll move to the Lab later. 

(What about Asgore? You’ll see eventually.)

[Index]

[mysynthfetish]

Rumble of Ancient Times 18650 Mod

So first this happened...

Feckin went and caught covid again, this time I guess it was the latest strain. Walk in the park compared to when I caught the Omicron variant, that sucked balls. But I had a high fever that lasted for four and a half freakin days, peaking at 39.9ºC, that would go down to 38ºC when I took the fever reducer meds, then shoot right back up to over 39º once the meds stopped working. It's already almost two weeks later and I'm still wrecked, feel like I've been steamrollered. Oof. But before that was going on I obtained this:

The Rumble of Ancient Times. But hold on a sec, something looks different, and not just the groovy colored knob caps from Thonk (those are the shit by the way, they work on the Aira compact and Korg Volca series too). What's that peeking out at the lower left? A USB-C PORT? What mischief is this?! Mwuhahahaha. Yeah so originally it's powered by four triple-A batteries in a holder that has no lid, just exposed to the elements on the bottom side, and I dunno, something about that didn't sit well with me. I was thinking I could power it off a small USB-C smartphone battery brick, but no matter what I did I couldn't get it to power on, then I remembered that those only put out +5V, d'oh! So I had a peep around Jamazon, and found this:

SUPER feckin small thing, that. Like the size of my thumbnail plus a few mm. So what the thing is, is a Li-ion Li-po charger PLUS a step-up transformer in a wee package there. I think it will actually go all the way up to +24V. As it was, I soldered it up according to the diagram there on Jamazon, and after charging an 18650 successfully, feckin A right skippy this shit just might work man! I wired it up to a multimeter to test output voltage, then tweaked the wee trimmer to get +6V output. Then I jimmied the power leads onto the RoAT and crossed my fingers and said three Hail Satans and threw the switch and presto! it feckin worked! SO stoked. 18650s are cheap as balls, and this whole setup is taller but not so much larger than the original configuration, have a look:

I used rather thick 3M VHB super super extra strong double-sided tape to hold the two down, then obtained 25mm hexagonal brass M3 standoff leggiwegs and put it all together, as you can see in the photo second from top. Jamazon again. Well it's either them or order from Kyohritsu and pay almost the same amount but with Jamazon the stuff arrives the next day (or same day depending on the time I place the order). Anyway...

This is what it originally looked like. The battery holder is pretty sturdy and has a goddam good grip on the batteries but still... Hmmmm.

This is the schleprock special in place. I coulda trimmed the wiring a bit but at this point I was like let's just be done with this already. And the awesomesauceiest thing about it is NO NOISE from the battery. This is something that I was super worried about, given that I was going to power the thing with a non-standard power source, but in the end it all worked out fine and YAY ME! Oh I suppose I should mention cost. The batteries were the most expensive part at about ¥2000 for two, because I chose the made in Japan option. For five of the wee USB-C charging slash step up boards plus battery socket/holders it was ¥1399. So to me it felt like $34 even though the exchange rate is ridiculous and the yen is getting its arse beaten senseless right now. Feck. Yeah so if there's anyone out there with one of these thinking ya know I dunno about those batteries... this is an easy to do mod. I don't know how long the battery will hold out for between charges, but seeing as the circuit on the RoAT probably doesn't eat current, I imagine I could go a month or so between charges. This will also work with the flat 3.7V Li-Po batteries by the way. That would yield a lower profile and give a smaller overall device to mess with. Just have to watch out for the mAh value and make sure it's above 3000. Might mess with that in the future. Hmmmm. Something else I did...

Barely visible.. The LED frequency and the shutter speed were not playing nicely with each other. I changed out the Solo and Mute LEDs on a Korg Nanokontrol, to white and yellow respectively, just because. I got a 1010music blue box digital mixer and found out you can use class compliant USB control surfaces and was like well shit. So there you go. The LEDs were SMD but since getting that SMD desolderer thingy off AliExpress, doing work like this has become quite easy. It's still a pain to solder LEDs the size of dust motes though. Jeeezus those things are feckin small.

Hope all is well with you and yours.

[xsetxsailx]

“Yeah, easy for you ta say, you’ve NEVER cared what they say…” And neither has Mel C, for the most part, but… It was nothing… They wouldn’t get it… Or maybe they would? Maybe Geri could even HELP? (She was good at that.) But… No, she couldn’t even ENTERTAIN the thought… “Just f’get it.” Tiny shudder slipped its way between the notches of her spine as Geri turned her attention back to Vic and talking so EASILY about her sexy weight and the very high likelihood of her shagging some bloke later tonight. And that, that right there was EXACTLY why Mel couldn’t have this talk right now… The truth was? The only reality in which her messed up emotions made sense was a reality in which… No. No. No. Don’t go there, Mel. Stop it. Right now. Shake of her head, chasing away the thoughts. But, were it so easy… Freeze up. Ginger’s fiery ways had redirected BACK to Mel C in the blink of an eye, a relentless blitz of passion and inquisition with the ONE question Mel C was trying to avoid IN HER OWN HEAD. Head dipped, hands slipping through her hair, pushing wild and matted bangs back behind her ears. “R-Right… Exac’ly, it’s just bants, right?” Right… Just a bit of fun. Geri’s words; not hers. “Thank you…” She really DID appreciate that. Mel, Vic & Geri had always had a pretty fluid and fun dynamic on stage. They were at their best performing loose with the choreography and rules, but this? This she had NOT been prepared for. (Or rather… she hadn’t been prepared for her BODY’S REACTION…) Nod of her head, but something in her throat bobbed, and her eyes couldn’t quite meet Geri’s. “Water under tha bridge.” A confirmation. A lie. She was gonna be up all night thinking about this. What it all meant. The… Geri-ness… Of it all… Why did the little firefly have to be so enigmatic? “Water under tha bridge.” Body rocked a little and she nodded slowly, gaze turning to the far wall, as if to RE-ANCHOR, RE-CENTRE HERSELF. If only she knew…

“Has it ever occurred to you that not EVERYONE is as blaise about the bullshit the press pushes as you are? You think I WANT the press thinking I slept with Will Carling?” Man might have been the Captain of the England Rugby Team but that DIDN’T mean Victoria had or wanted to have relations with him. If anything the story leaking at only HURT her pursuit of David Beckham. “Right, but if you can put your goddamn ego-cap to the side for a moment, maybe you can see that throwing your sexy weight around doesn’t ALWAYS end well.” Another nod back to Melanie Chisholm. Trying to talk sense into Geri was like trying to describe the color of an APPLE to a DOG. (As Geri herself once informed her: Dogs were dichromatic, limiting their vision to shades of grey, brown, yellow, and blue, meaning they couldn’t see RED or GREEN.) “And how do you know? Have you--...” Lips parsed, sucking into her teeth as Geri did EXACTLY THAT. Well, she supposed that settled one half of the debate. Hand raised in surrender. Petty HUFF, eyes rolling. One half. But Geri had opened a whole OTHER can of worms by accident. “Then pray-tell what DID you mean?” Next few moments silenced Vic BIG TIME. A lick of dried, rouged lips and a tensionless sigh, a breath letting all the stress free from her body and lungs, shoulders relenting, slumping. Rolling eyes glanced up to the ceiling light then back down to Geri. “We really need to get you a publicist. For such a smart girl you can be so bad with words.” Slow blink, and one more breath. “You’re right there, though…” Sheepish admittance. “I just don’t like the idea that people aren’t here for our singing and lyrics… I shouldn’t have… bit your head off on that one…” She wasn’t looking DIRECTLY at Geri for that little confession, more like a few inches left of Geri’s cheeks. Finally her eyes flickered across to meet Geri’s own fully. “Just please be more careful…” 

And to Geri’s credit? That was EXACTLY what Geri promised. Internal rush of relief as the tension continued to untangle and unwind. Heightened emotions in the backstage area began to diffuse back into the carefree atmosphere of the venue itself. For the first time, Victoria could hear the roar of the crowd just beyond the curtain, so BLISSFULLY UNAWARE of the argument their idols had just gotten into mere feet away from the very place they’d brought them to their feet, head and hopes high-- STARS IN THEIR EYES. A moment of hesitation as Geri bounced forward in those platform shoes, holding out her pinky. A bite of her lip, gazing dipping down before slipping to the side, that tiny pause seemed to make Geri recoil like a KICKED PUPPY, leaving Vic in two minds. “You don’t need to pull Mel back into this. This is between us now.” No it wasn’t. It really, really wasn’t. And there was no greater proof of that then the way Mel C, spooked like antelope, took off down the hall, feet carrying her AS FAR from the current conversation as they POSSIBLY could. And then…

"Now look what you did, Vic! You’ve upset her!" 

“What I’ve done?! What the bloody Hell have I DONE?!” And just like that, the tentative peace fell the fuck apart all over again, Geri taking off after Mel C and Vic… Sighing. Sighing. Looking up, looking around, looking at Emma and Mel B, meeting two equally confused and non-committal shrugs and shakes of the head. “FAT LOT OF HELP YOU ARE.” Fingers pushed stress out of itching eyes and she took off in turn, after Geri. “Wait up! You think YOU’RE struggling? I’m in heels! HEELS!” Five inch stilettos to be exact. “Mel! Gerr!!” This was ridiculous. Every step BURNED at her heels and toes, clack, clack, clack against carpet, then laminate, then asphalt. “Hold. The. Fuck. Up.” As Mel C marched on, trying to GET AWAY from Geri who gave a klutzy chase, damn near tripping over her giant platform shoes, while an awkward VIc waddled after them, hands DESPERATELY trying to keep her skirt from riding up while her feet did all they could to SPEED WALK without breaking a heel. “I swear to God if I…” Yes, that really WAS one of the concerns on her mind. “Just, wait up! Geri! Geri! Can’t you take a hint?!” APPARENTLY NOT…

For Melanie Jayne Chisholm there was LITTLE ELSE on her mind beyond GETTING THE FUCK AWAY FROM HERE. She couldn’t take it anymore. She wasn’t used to being the center of attention. Let alone the focal point of an ARGUMENT. All because why? She couldn’t keep her damn head about her when Geri just tried to have a bit of goofy fun as her FRIEND & SPICEMATE? She really was pathetic. It was EMBARRASSING. Embarrassing AND confusing. Why did Geri have to always be so GODDAMN CONFUSING? And now she was giving chase, pleading with her to SLOW DOWN, to STOP, but she couldn’t. Even if she tried. (Which, to be fair, she WASN’T trying.) Legs carried her from the backstage area, through the production offices, locker and powder rooms, and out to the parking lot, all while the commotion she was TRYING to escape followed her, screeching every step of the way. (Granted, most of that screeching was Victoria Adams.) Mel just needed time to think. To compartmentalize. To rationalize. To FIGURE THIS WHOLE THING THE FUCK OUT. And not in the least because part of her actually wanted to CALL BULLSHIT on Geri licking her neck just being “a bit of fun” but then, who was she to deny the very words falling from Geri’s lips? And the only reason she should be WANTING to, was only if… GAH. FUCK. Fist clenched, hammering itself into the plexiglass of the tour bus door, the bus driver, only break across the way, seeing the CHAOS opened the door and Melanie stepped the fuck in and just… Just… SCREAMED. Marching over to her own little room and curling down on the floor behind her bed, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Vic and Geri wouldn’t NOTICE HER. (As if.)

"They already do." Think Mel C is gay. "You can’t let what people say get to you, babes. They'll settle down when you do." That is if she ever actually did find a proper boyfriend & pop out a couple kids. What was the big deal anyway? It was the bloody NINETIES. Everyone was experimenting with their sexuality. "I'll have you know, people LOVE IT when I throw my sexy weight about. And anyway, what’s me havin’ a shag in the VIP lounge gotta do with anything?" — She certainly wasn't going to deny it as a possibility. Wouldn't be the first time. Wouldn't be the last. But, what exactly was Victoria bringing it up for? Unless she was suggesting that Geri flirting with Mel C was giving their Sporty Spice the wrong impression? That she was leading the poor girl on only to go roll around with some fella? "Last I checked, Mel C wasn't interested in DATING me." A wave of her hand, & a glance over at the brunette who was still hunched over on the floor, "Are you looking to date me, Mel?" Probably not the best time to ask, considering the state of her — face all pink, practically having a panic attack — but sod it, this was important information. (especially if vic was gonna use it against her) "Oh come on, you know that's not what I mean." Were they the most vocally talented group on the market right now? She'd be lying if she said they were. Geri had always had the confidence of Mariah Carey, but these lot would be the first to drag her down a peg. OR FIVE. "My point is, that whether we like it or not, that isn't what our fans care about. They aren't gonna ditch us for having a bit of a fun once in a while and missing a couple o' keys." She FIRMLY BELIEVED that. "They don't want us to be perfect. They want us to have a laugh and enjoy ourselves. That’s all I was doin’ when I licked Mel’s neck. Just havin’ a bit of fun!"

"And you DID hit all your keys! You smashed it! We ALL did! So what if Mel C’s voice went a bit dodgy cos I gave her a fright?" Nod of her head & a forced smile, she really wasn't good at taking constructive criticism or being told what to do, EGO COULDN'T TAKE IT, but she'd do it for the girls if it meant that much to them. "Alright, alright. I promise. Next time I'll warn her before I do summin' like that." Geri stuck out her pinky, waggling it expectantly, as if hoping for a pinkie promise.

“It’s a’right, Vic. I’m a’right.”

"See, Vic? She says she’s alright. Trust the girl!" She didn't look alright. "It’s water under the bridge, yeah, Mel?" A glance over at the cowering brunette, before she returned her attention to Victoria. Pinky still hovering in the air. Waiting for the other to SEAL THE DEAL — Geri let out a loud groan, dropping her hand, & rolling her eyes. Vic was refusing to let this go. Which was exactly why, after gaping like a fish for a moment, she’d found the words — and promptly shifted the blame onto Mel. IT WAS TRUE. If that stupid vein hadn't been popping so delectably out of her neck, Geri wouldn't have felt inclined to HAVE AT IT with her mouth. Her gaze flicked back to Sporty just in time to see her push to her feet, chuck a towel round her neck, and make a B-line for the bus. "Now look what you did, Vic! You’ve upset her!" Redhead was very good at SHIFTING THE BLAME onto everyone else. Maybe that was what started fights between them sometimes? Head fell back & she groaned again. Louder this time. DRAMATICALLY. (that was the leo in her) "Wait up, Mel!" She called out, clomping after her as fast as she could in her platforms. Was talking about this really the solution? She didn't know. But she had to TRY. "Slow down would'ya? We can't all be sporty like you."

[wildstar25]

I am ask about your warrior of light.

I will ask for no other information as I know nothing else and will assume the rest from your answers.

Favorite color?

If estinien and alphinaud were hanging off a cliff above tautaru infested waters, which would they save from their unrulely demise?

What is their Scion head pat priority (least needed to pat to most needed)

One aetherite is free, which?

What flavor of sauce would they put on chicken wings (any flavor)

Would they keep bees?

What reason would they most likely bite someone?

How long would they survive on a deserted island (assuming there is proper materials to survive you just need the survival skills)

Is this a cool cat?

Answer wisely my friend

These are.... fantastic questions!! o(*°▽°*)o

Favorite color? Dalamud Red! She's always got a bit of red in her outfits!

If estinien and alphinaud were hanging off a cliff above tautaru infested waters, which would they save from their unrulely demise? Arsay would run to Alphinaud without a second thought. She might poke fun at him for whatever he did to earn Tataru's wrath, but his safety is the number one priority. Plus bullying Estinien is very fun. She trusts he can manage to get himself out of any mess he put himself in at this point.

What is their Scion head pat priority (least needed to pat to most needed) In order: C/B tier scions (Hoary and the like), Tataru, Krile, Estinien, Thancred, Urianger (he'd be higher on the list but she couldn't reach him), Lyse, Y'shtola, G'raha, Arsay (yes she put herself on the list. please give her head pats), Ryne (Arsay still considers her a scion family member), Alphinaud, Alisaie

One aetherite is free, which? Limsa! It has been my return point since I started the game and never changed it. In terms of in character reasons: It's the closest place in Eorzea to Arsay's home, its where her guild buddies are, it's where her grand company is, who her free company is set up with, and it's a port town with ships, ferries, and airships to anywhere she'd feasibly need to go to! Arsay is really not a big fan of teleporting directly to an aetherite if she doesn't have to; she much prefers taking the scenic (and cheaper) route!

What flavor of sauce would they put on chicken wings (any flavor) HMMM Arsay would probably eat any flavour, especially if its something she's never had before..... but if she could choose herself.... maybe something like a hot honey mustard? Something tangy, spicy, and sweet!

Would they keep bees? Arsay would not keep bees. Not because she wouldn't like to, but because she'd worry that her adventuring lifestyle would directly impact the level of care the bees receive.

What reason would they most likely bite someone? Got too excited while messing around and had to chomp U.U'' unfortunate since her fangs are quite sharp.

How long would they survive on a deserted island (assuming there is proper materials to survive you just need the survival skills) Arsay grew up on an island and spent a lot of time as a kid going off on her own, so she could probably survive indefinitely. She knows exactly one healing spell so as long as she doesn't completely fuck herself up, she wouldnt have to worry about cuts or infections. Though Arsay's not the best at crafting... but could probably get away with what skills she has now and get better as time goes on! She's very resilient and will not give up!! The only thing that would really get to her is being alone for a long period of time. She could manage for a week or so by herself but the loneliness would catch up to her. Her carbuncle could keep her company, but she'd miss talking to her friends.

Is this a cool cat? Yes. Absolutely. 100%. 1000/10.

Thank you for asking all those question!! It was so fun to answer!

[orobaxi]

aftercare.

always brings his lover some water & a small snack, & will carry them to the bath if needed. will check your body for any injuries, & will always apologize, even after you insist that it’s fine.

body part.

he loves your face so, so much. from the way that you look at him when he tells you he loves you, to that soft smile you give him when the two of you finish. it’s perfect in every way imaginable, & he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

cum.

his cum is a bit on the thicker side, with a normal clear-to-white color. it’s neither salty or sweet, however, sometimes it has an odd hint of metal.

dominant/submissive.

zhongli’s a softer dominant that has his rougher moments, however, he’ll be the submissive one on occasion. while he enjoys being in control, he enjoys blindly trusting his partner just as much.

experience.

although he’s met many people who have been sexually interested in him, he rarely had the same feelings for them. he’s had sex before, but it’s been a few years since his last encounter. it’s completely understandable for him to be nervous the first few times he has sex again.

favorite position.

any position where he can see your face. zhongli adores being able to see the pleasure he’s giving you, & he loves being able to simply lean in & kiss you at any given moment. he’s particularly fond of having one of your legs over his shoulder, though. & to be fair, it allows for deeper penetration, so it’s quite understandable as to why he enjoys it so much.

goofy.

he sees sex as a serious act, & doesn’t joke around much. during foreplay, there may be a joke here & there, but beyond that? absolutely not. if you were to joke around though, he wouldn’t mind too much.

hair.

trimmed short, & he tries his best to keep it in a neater shape than what it naturally is. his pubic hair does match the hair on the top of his head perfectly, though… so, it might glow, too.

intimacy.

frequent whispers of “i love you,” accompanied by many slow kisses, gentle touches, & words of praise… or making you beg like a common whore for him to fuck you, only to leave you on the edge over & over again. it depends on his mood, really.

jack off.

while he doesn’t masturbate often – he gets embarrassed simply thinking about it – he always does it to the thought of his lover. he’d be absolutely mortified if you were to catch him in the act, though. i don’t think he’d be able to look you in the eyes for a day or so.

kinks.

begging, breeding, creampies, edging, gentle/slow sex, light bondage, lingerie, overstimulation, praise, & “sir/master.” he’d be quite vanilla before exploring these things with his partner, though.

location.

as long as it’s in a private area, he doesn’t care too much about where you two have sex. on a desk or counter? alright, as long as you’re comfortable. on a couch? okay, but let him know if you’d like to go to the bed. in truth, the bed’s his favorite place. i mean, it’s always going to be comfortable, & it’s a relatively easy clean up compared to a desk… he has a record of shoving all the shit on the desk to the floor before fucking you on it, unfortunately.

motivation.

dirty talk, lingerie, & teasing touches are the main things that get him going. he fucking loves lingerie – simply telling him that you have some on under your clothes is enough to get him hot & bothered. the thought of you sitting on the bed in that, waiting for him to walk in, knowing he’ll pounce on you the moment he sees you… fuck, it’s so sexy to him. for dirty talk & teasing touches, however, you’ll have to know what you’re doing in order to get a rise out of him. lightly stroking his thigh, just a little too close to his dick, or gently touching his sides… whispering how bad you want – no, need – him, telling him that you don’t care what he does to you, you just need him to fuck you however he wants… &, to really seal the deal, throw a “sir” or two in there.

no.

he could never agree to hurting you. while spanking may be iffy, slapping & punching are a hard no. there’s also the whole “consensual non-consent” thing, & it’s really because he’s afraid of you forgetting the safeword – & he doesn’t understand the appeal of it. after all, your partner letting you know they really want to have sex is one of the hottest things they could do… in his opinion, at least.

oral.

he prefers receiving over giving, but it’s only out of fear that he’s not truly pleasing you when he preforms oral on you. he knows it’s a bit silly – after all, why would his lover fake it? wouldn’t they rather guide him to where their sweet spots are? still, he can’t help but feel a bit insecure. of course, that won’t stop him from fulfilling your wishes. zhongli just doesn’t know what it is about you that makes him love oral so much. perhaps its the way you look up at him through your eyelashes, with those beautiful, teary eyes of yours. maybe it’s the way you swallow his cum effortlessly… or, maybe it’s the way your throat tightens when you choke on his dick. 

pace.

agonizingly slow for the first few moments, & then he slowly goes faster & faster. he always tries to stay in control of himself, though; you’re going to have to either catch him in a more dominant mood, or rile him up to the point where he doesn’t care about control anymore. pounding inside of you & gripping you so tightly his fingertips leave multicolored bruises – giving you no time to rest before the next thrust.

quickie.

while he doesn’t particularly like them, he may have one with you once in a blue moon. it really depends on how riled up you’ve got him, & if you’re the one who initiates the quickie. otherwise, he’d much rather wait until the two of you got home.

risk.

while he doesn’t like taking extreme risks, he’s up for a some smaller ones here & there. it usually takes a bit of persuasion on your end, though.

stamina.

surprisingly, he can go for hours on end – the only things that stop him are other responsibilities & his lover getting tired. if he has a rare free day on his calendar, though, he might dedicate most of that day to having sex with you. it depends on how riled up he’s gotten.

toys.

doesn’t own any. why would he use them anyway? half the fun is using them on someone else – or so he thinks, at least. if his partner wants toys, though, he’d consider purchasing one or two.

unfair.

he only teases if he’s provoked. once he starts, though, you’ll soon regret your actions. he won’t be bold enough to tease you under a table at the the third round knockout, for example, but he will be bold enough to utter absolutely filthy things into your ear that leave you a blushing, breathless mess… & this man has the nerve to say: “are you alright, love? you feel a bit warm.” with a worried look on his face, every single damn time.

volume.

when he’s dominant, you can expect deep, soft groans & almost inaudible whispers of praise. “you’re adorable when you say my name like that. keep saying it.” “you take my cock so well, huh? you’re doing so good, my love. you’re doing so good.” 

when he’s submissive, though, you’ll receive moans & whimpers that seem to be a bit higher-pitched than normal. he’s perfectly content with biting a pillow & muffling his noises, but then you wouldn’t get to hear him begging. “ahh– please, i need you so bad, my love. please– fuck–!” “it feels so good, it’s– it’s too much–!”

wild card.

fantasizes about his partner degrading him, although, he’s not sure why. perhaps it’s the whole “disrespecting a god” thing.

xray.

considering that he’s taller than average & has a slimmer build, one would assume that he isn’t too toned underneath those clothes of his. however, you’ll be pleasantly surprised once you discover that his looks truly are deceiving. for his cock, though, he’s average length, & far above average in girth. it’s definitely going to hurt if you aren’t adequately prepared beforehand – even if you don’t, though, the pain will fade into pleasure within a few moments.

yearning.

over the years, he’s become amazing at suppressing his desires. on some days, though, his drive seems to skyrocket – he doesn’t understand why, either. those are the days when, as soon as he’s done with his shift at the wangsheng funeral parlor, he heads straight home & either masturbates or has sex with his lover. usually, though, he’s up for it whenever his partner is – that is, unless they’re trying to have sex when he’s doing something important, of course.

zzz.

this man never seems to truly get tired – in fact, he’ll almost always be the first one to get up & start cleaning up any messes the two of you made. he’ll always lay back down & make himself take a quick nap with you after he’s done cleaning, though.

❥  stole this idea & (most of the) alphabet from @rosens-new-dawn​. 💞

[batwritings]

I read bunny reader headcannons earlier and one of them had sweet fundy and reader moments and now I can't stop thinking about C!Fundy x Bunny!reader whether it's Platonic or romantic i just think its adorable

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Oh this is cute to think about! I got this!!! Enjoy~!

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You were Fundy’s closest friend on the SMP. Everything he did, you supported him in. You were his shoulder to cry on when his dad was absent and his most trusted ally. That’s why, what he felt now was so complex.

You hadn’t been as oblivious as he thought. You noticed the way his tail tucked around himself a bit whenever you laughed with your full chest.You saw the blush that crept across his cheeks when you teased him. It was obvious Fundy liked you as a little more than a friend. Maybe it was due to being a fellow hybrid, but you felt the connection too.

You watched as he approached you the morning before the green festival. Tensions were high, but he knew if he didn’t make a move now, he might not ever. You did your best to keep your welcoming smile lighthearted, offering a small “hey” to the fox hybrid. Your nose twitched a little, catching a different smell from him, something flowery you hadn’t smelled before.

Your ears big bunny ears perked when his hands jerked forward. A bundle of different colored flowers was clutched in his clawed hands. “I-I really like you,” he blurts, avoiding eye contact with you. You couldn’t help but start to laugh at him, the tension of the SMP’s situation melting from your mind.

Fundy looks at you then surprised by your noise. “I like you too Fundy,” you respond, taking the flowers from his grip.

“Really?!” he gapes, tail definitely “not” wagging and ears perking. “You’re not messing with me?”

Again, you laugh at the fox before you. You lean forward and press a kiss to his heated cheek. “Never Fundy.”

[myrulia]

"Are they bothering you love?" - Kokushibou x Reader

.｡.:*✧Synopsis: You are out with your demon of a lover, hiding in plain sight in modern times as you both are simply walking in public to enjoy the night sky. All comes crashing down when a bold male approaches you, yet Kokushibou is there to protect you for he is your one and only.

.｡.:*✧Warning: Stranger with no filter

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It was such a beautiful night, unlike any other for that fact. After endless amounts of begging to Kokushibou, he finally agreed to going out with you. The moon seemed to radiate brilliantly in the night sky, all the while beaming down on the two of you who had a rather hard time struggling to hide the fact that you were demons. It went as far as Kokushibou closing the top and bottom pair of his eyes just so that the two of you could wander around safely. It was awkward to say the least - since you are used to seeing all 6 of his inscrutable eyes look at you with such love and adoration - but it was something that you adjusted to quickly.

Now walking side by side, out in the wake of the night, you both were simply enjoying each other's company, disregarding anyone else who was also out in the bustling area of the city, for there was multiple fairy lights hanging above the certain street you chose to wander about on that caught your attention, so you basically dragged Kokushibou along with you.

`` It is very pretty this time of night, `` you stated in your usual soothing voice to your much taller lover who was staring bright eyed and bushy tailed at the sheer amount of lights above your heads. It was bright to say the least but it really caught his attention, which made it the experience mean so much more to him. `` I must agree with you, it is beautiful, but I do not think it is as beautiful as you. ``

To Kokushibou, the compliment was normal and he said such words with ease as the poetic statement rolled off his tongue without struggle. You on the other hand was notably having a hard time keeping your composure, for the end of your ears became a scarlet red at his words. `` You believe that wholeheartedly? I mean look around, this place is absolutely beautiful. The sakura trees are even blooming. ``

`` [Y/N], how could you believe I do not actually mean that? You are beautiful and that's that. `` Looking down at your smiling face, the demon could not help but to smile ever so slightly in return at your flushed ears. He knew just what to say at just the right time to make you a flustered mess in a matter of seconds. He really did have a way with words.

Time seemed to fly by effortlessly, due to the both of you spending most of it window shopping and actually entering the multiple ones available for entering. Courtesy of your behavior, you dragged Kokushibou along with you into a plethora of stores that had all types of clothes to choose from. It was mainly due to the fact that you have never seen him smile this much before when the both of you are out. Usually he does do a pretty good job of keeping up a stoic expression, but this time, watching him struggle was adorable.

In a particular men's clothing store, you had your demon of a lover try on many different styles and options that you picked out yourself. It was almost like a mini fashion show with how much you really made him wear - but the Upper Moon One could not complain one bit. Your smile itself never faltered and so his resisted doing the same. Seeing you so cheerful just made him want to make sure you never stopped, even if it meant embarrassing a big man like himself in public by wearing a few questionable items of clothing.

After your little fashion montage, you both exited the store once the less than approachable store manager seemed to become aggravated with how you only tried on things instead of buying them. Just as you were finishing letting out a small giggle in reaction to the chain of events that occurred, you eyed a particular shop that seemed to have colorful clouds on a stick. What were they? You had no idea.

`` Cotton candy, `` you heard a testosterone-heavy voice say. You knew all too well who it was so looking up at Kokushibou, you eyed his gaze, but to your surprise he was looking at the same colorful clouds you were also looking at. `` Lets try it then! ``

And with that, you grabbed his hand, intertwining your much smaller fingers with his and, and soon enough the both of you were now entering the store with bright eyes, even brighter than earlier. You looked around hurriedly, trying to see what others in the store were doing so you could understand what you are supposed to do with the cloud-looking objects. Kokushibou unfortunately looked just as confused as you, who eyed anyone else in the store until it finally hit him - and his senses for that matter.

`` Love, "cotton candy" is a food. You are supposed to eat it, `` he said in a calm manner, all the while pointing at a certain mother and her son indulging in the sweet smelling treat. `` Then I guess we are trying something new..~ ``

Pulling out your wallet, you walk up to the counter and swiftly paid for the sweet treats you yourself was definitely excited about trying. The sweet smell flooded your nose and it was becoming unbearable, so turning around, you are met with the shocking sight of Kokushibou already holding a [F/C] one and a purple one. He held an obvious smile on your face that really allowed you to appreciate how handsome he looked when he wore his emotions on his sleeve. `` You seem eager to try them, `` you teased while grabbing the stick that held up the cotton candy from him. 

`` How could I not? It smells wonderful. `` Now having your sweet treats in hand, you both exited the candy shop, now being back on the bustling street that had many pedestrians who looked just as happy as the next person. It was refreshing to say the least, being out with the one you love the most and being able to enjoy your time together. It felt utterly amazing.

`` Lets bite at the same time. 3, 2, 1- `` as soon as you hit one, Kokushibou pulled off a chunk of the cotton candy and placed it inside his mouth, allowing the once soft substance to melt on his taste buds and overflood his senses once more. He lets out a surprised hum of satisfaction and turned to you taking a rather large bite out of the cotton candy instead of pulling a piece off. Your eyes doubled in size at how it melted inside your mouth, the sugar taking over on your tongue, and so you also let out a hum. `` It is delicious! Let me try yours! ``

Lowering his arm, you grab a piece from Kokushibou's cotton candy and stuff it into your mouth as well, letting out another content hum that made your husband smile. `` Enjoying yourself? `` He teased.

`` Yes indeed I am!- ``

`` I can make you enjoy yourself in other ways. ``

Your eyes left from Kokushibou's to where the mysterious voice originated from. Looking wide eyed, you swallow a hard lump that clogged your esophagus as you tilt your head to the side, being obviously confused with what you just heard. `` Excuse me? ``

`` Aside from being sexy, what else do you do for a living? We might have the same profession. ``

At that point your eyes actually tripled in size at the boldness of this complete stranger. To even think someone would have the audacity and mindset to do such things really ticked you off, so letting out an obviously sarcastic laugh, you were about to say something until he spoke up once more. `` Come on beautiful there's no need to say anything. How about we go on a date here? ``

You felt sick to your stomach and before you could properly react, Kokushibou's hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you moderately behind his body, giving you his cotton candy afterwards. He was now standing in between you and the random stranger who damn near ruined your date. Kokushibou is both obviously tall and intimidating, and being 6'3 does have its perks - especially in situations like now. Although, he did have to lean down, just a bit, so he could properly speak to the douche bag. 

`` Are they bothering you, love? `` He spoke in that same aggressive tone that sent shivers down your spine with just how heavy and deep it was. You peaked from behind your lover's shoulder to really see what was going on, and to your surprise the male who was previously doing a horrible job and hitting on you now had his eyes damn near pop out of his socket. `` Yes, they are actually. ``

Kokushibou now changed his smiling expression to a more darker one, now having his 3 pairs of eyes open only for the double bag to see. He leaned forward and that caused for the stranger to step back, huffing out and crossing his arms. `` Who the hell are you? ``

`` This beautiful woman's husband, `` and that was all that came from his lips before Kokushibou took another step forward, and just like that the stranger is suddenly running in the other direction. It took every nerve and fibre in your being not to laugh at the situation that just unfolded and ended just like that, and so stepping out from behind your husband who hid his other two pairs of eyes once more, you look up at his expression once he is finally standing up tall and proud. `` Well thank you darling..~ ``

`` Do not say it in that tone or I will make you thankful for another thing in a few seconds, `` Kokushibou teased back while grabbing his cotton candy from your hand, going back to indulging in yet another piece as you two continued your walk down the bustling street.

`` You enjoyed that, didn't you? ``

`` How could I not? I had to tell him you are mine, and mine alone. ``

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Fun fact; I looked up pick-up lines to use🏃🏾‍♀️

[h2bakugou]

Hey! i just wanted to say that i love your writing. So this may be a little complicated if thats okay but i had cancer when i was younger and i would like to see if you could write about kirishima and bakugo (separately) crush being hit by a quirk that makes them younger again or something like that and them seeing their crush in a horrible state like they cant walk anymore . IM SORRY if this is complicated you dont have to do bakugo if its too much.

a/n: hi! tysm <3!! of course, i hope you're doing well hun !! if there's anything you need me to change/edit within this please let me know!!

headcanon: them reacting to their s/o being hit by a quirk that makes them the age when they were sick

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing, angst

;cut for length;

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katsuki bakugou

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It’s been a tough day on the field, especially with a villain attack appearing from seemingly nowhere. It’s caused a mess, and everyone’s on edge.

Most noticeable though is Bakugou. You’re fighting one on one with this villain and he doesn’t doubt your abilities by any means, but you’re worn down and tired, your movements are slower, you’re starting to reach your limit.

And all it takes is one hit from this nameless villain’s quirk and you’re down for the count.

Bakugou’s tired of fending off goons and dashes over to you, taking down the villain to the best of his ability.

But what he doesn’t expect is when he turns back to you, instead of seeing you, he sees the pile of your clothes covering a much smaller version of you.

You’ve shrunk?

No, you’ve gotten younger. 

Just barely lifting your head, you start to cough. 

“Shit, hey get someone over here!” Bakugou shouts to one of the other students, hoping an adult could rush over and try and help-not that he needed it, but he was worried.

It wasn’t long before another pro hero was wrapping your younger self up in your clothes.

If Bakugou had to guess, he’d say you were around five to eight years old.

You sat in a hospital bed for a few hours before Aizawa finally arrived, noticeably worried about the state you were in. You didn’t even remember the people standing around you.

“They’re in critical condition. If this age regression quirk has sent their body back in time, we’re going to be in a bit of hurry to get them back to their normal state. They’ve had a history of medical concerns.”

Bakugou has to step out of the room, supported by Kirishima and Kaminari as he tries not to seem like he’s heavily affected by the state your in.

“They’re going to be fine, if it’s just some sort of temporary affect, they’ll be back to their healthy old self soon!” Kaminari tries to lighten the mood, but it doesn’t seem to help.

When you’re released from the hospital to return back to campus, you’re placed under surveillance.

You’re much younger now, and you can barely walk, it’s tearing everyone apart. All of your friends stop by whenever they can, trying to see if you remember them which usually never works.

Bakugou stops by often as well, normally at night when no one else comes around.

He talks about little things like All Might and always brings in his little toy figurines that he’d swore he’d never show anyone.

You laugh and smile, waving them around making all sorts of noises all while ignoring the fact that Bakugou is nearly in tears at the sight of you.

The effects last two weeks. It’s the longest two weeks of everyone’s lives, most importantly Bakugou’s.

When you wake up and see Bakugou sound asleep beside you, his head laying on the medical bed you’d been sleeping in for the past two weeks, you’re confused.

“Hey, Katsu’?” You ruffle his blonde hair and he’s up instantly.

He’s embracing you in the tightest hug known to man, surely putting All Might’s to shame.

Kissing you too, he can’t stop himself from holding you and mumbling about how worried he was about and how he’ll never let something like that happen to you again.

“I never dabbled in my past much, but I’m doing much better now, I’m sorry I gave you a scare.” You rub his cheek, wiping away a few rare tears that fall from his crimson eyes.

“I love you so fuckin’ much.” He utters, his lips pointing upward in a smile.

“I love you too.”

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eijiro kirishima

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The fight is surely rigged. There’s no way you’re going to win, not alone anyway. 

Kirishima is making his way to you as fast as he can, but when he gets to you it’s far too late.

You’re cowering before him, your costume baggy on your visibly smaller and weaker frame, tears pouring from your eyes as your body strains to stand upright.

The villain is gone, but not too far gone that they don’t get captured by patrolling pros on the scene.

Rushing you to the nearest hospital to undergo some sort of evaluation, all Kirishima can do in the meantime is wait alongside Kaminari, Mina, Sero, and even a slightly less angry Bakugou.

When the nurse returns to explain your situation, Kirishima is mortified.

Refusing to leave your side until he’s forced to by Mina to take care of himself because it’s what you’d tell him to do, all he can do is wait and hope that you’ll get better.

You can’t walk without having someone help you, and the worst part is, you don’t even recognize him.

Kaminari takes the role of making you smile and laugh while Kirishima adds throws in random memories turned into stories hoping it’ll jog some part of your memory connected to how old you actually are.

But nothing seems to work and all you can do is sit in wonder as he tells you about how present-pre age regression quirk you is really super awesome.

After being scolded by Mina on day one, Kirishima manages to take care of himself, but he spends most if not all of his free time with you. 

In a way it’s domestic, imagining the possible inevitability of raising a family with you, you’d always jokingly said he was great with kids.

Taking care of you is nice, he enjoys doing it now, buying you little gifts, helping you get something off a high shelf or just being a gentleman for you.

Holding the door for you, carrying your bags even when you yell at him not to and he swears a part of you has been inspired by Bakugou.

After the first week, he begins to get settled in, thinking if this is going to last a while, he wants to help however he can.

Aizawa ushers him to pay attention to studies and that you’re strong enough to power through this, and he understands, he believes wholeheartedly you are.

But part of him is sort of upset. He’d never known that you used to be like this. He hoped when it was all over you could explain.

And sure enough, after two weeks, you wake up, as if those two weeks had never happened.

You don’t seem to have much recollection of the two weeks, only a few hours on the last day seem to make it through to you.

Kirishima greets you with a hug and thousands of kisses.

He doesn’t let you go for hours, weeping into your embrace as he begs you to never scare him like that again.

You console him all while telling him about your past and the history of your medical condition and he understands. He’s thankful you’re where you are now, and he’s so happy to see back to your normal self again after those two weeks.

“I stayed with you as much as you could.” Kirishima whispers, kissing your cheek. Kaminari lifts his head up and starts laughing.

“Yeah, he was so worried about you. You’ve got yourself a keeper.” He jokes, making Kirishima’s cheeks match shades with his hair.

“I love you.” You mumble against his skin, hugging him tightly.

“I love you too.”

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[xmalfoyweasleyx]

Years and years (part 1/2) - Draco Malfoy (smut + fluff)

Summary: A walk through the years of your relationship with Draco, all the ups and downs, all the passion and al the love in one story <3

Includes: a LOOOT of SMUT 18+!! more parts of smut! , also a LOT of fluffy stuff and a little bit of angst, dad!draco at the end.

THIS STORY WILL HAVE 2 PARTS!

Warnings for THIS PART: Umbridge her quill , sad Draco, the war and its injuries, alcohol, let's pretend they are already old enough for everything!!!!, masturbation, very dirty thoughts, fingering and oral (fem receiving)

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September 1991

Y/n was nervous. It was her first year going to Hogwarts. The excitement tickling inside of her tummy was pleasant and horrible at the same time.

The castle was right in front of her, it was astonishing. Lots of other kids around her age were walking to the boats. A hard beat on y/n's shoulder made her almost fall into the ground.

"Get out of my way" she heard a little blond boy say. His hair was blonde and ashy and his eyes were like ice. Y/n already hated him. "Prick" was the only thing she answered when she quickly walked away. It made an anger boil inside the little bully. Draco already hated her too. Nobody walks in his way on the first day of school, the day he looked forward to for already 11 years. AND how dare she? Talking to him like that?

March 1995

Draco was bored. He was sitting next to the window, the only amusing thing was the view outside. It was snowing in march. Not that common for this time of the year. He messed a little with the badge on his robe, the badge Umbridge gave him. He was proud of himself. No actually he wasn't, he was just delighted with the fact that his father was going to be proud. A big plus was the fact that those stupid other houses were finally put in their place.

Y/n came out of Umbridge her office. Relieved. Finally, her tears could come out. She was holding them in for so long now. The burning sensation on her arm wasn't the only reason. Umbridge hated her. She abused her mentally and physically.

Tears rolled down her cheeks like a river, finally coming out after so long. And like it couldn't get any worse Draco Malfoy was right in front of her, and he saw her. He saw her tears and he heard her sobs.

"Don't you dare laugh at me, not this time, please" y/n begged, not even embarrassed about how pathetic it looked.

Y/n and Draco had a weird history. From the first day they met until now. It was an abnormal relationship. Of course y/n hated him like everyone else hates Draco Malfoy. And of course he hated her like Draco Malfoy hated everyone.

But there was this tension, an unexplainable one, the both of them never understood.

"What happened?" Draco asked by y/n her surprise.

"I- uh- I, Umbridge, she.." y/n stuttered confused while unconsciously rubbing her arm where Umbridge had harmed her.

Draco automatically looked at it and had a thoughtful look on his face. Then he saw the wound on her arm 'blood traitor'.

Without thinking he grabbed her arm, a shock of concern went through his body. He didn't know what happened to him.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

Y/n was in shock, not knowing what to say. But she wasn't the only one confused because of his sudden concern, Draco was too. It was the first time he realized how vulnerable she was. He had the sudden urge to take care of her, to make sure she was okay.

It went as fast as his first time riding a broom. Out of the blue it was like his mission to make sure she was okay, to make sure she was safe. Even though he still had that primitive hate towards her.

"Sit down, I might know something" he promised.

Y/n sat down next to him, a tear still running down her cheek.

"Episkey" Draco whispered carefully with a wave of his dark colored wand. With his other hand he held her arm still. The soft and warm touch surprised her. She imagined them cold and harsh but his fingers were the opposite. Even his eyes were soft now, the cold grey was a little more warm and blue now.

The cuts in her arm healed. Not completely, you could still see a scar, but it didn't hurt any more. "Wow, thank you Draco" she whispered with a smile. For a moment Draco's eyes softened and he felt his body warm up when she said his first name. It was an unknown feeling to the Slytherin boy.

A moment of silence followed when they looked in each others eyes. But then they realized he was still holding her hand. They both let go awkwardly and the moment was over. Leaving both of them confused.

April 1995

Y/n was already getting tipsy. She poured another shot of firewhisky down her throat while laughing with Hermione. The music at the party was loud and made y/n even more dizzy.

"Mione, guess who was nice to me today, you'll never guess" I mumbled. Hermione was of course, taking this seriously. So she kept thinking and thinking, leaving y/n impatient. "Okay I'll just say it, it was Malfoy" she tells her eventually.

"The Draco Malfoy?" she mouthed confused. Y/n nodded. "He healed my arm after Umbridge's detention" y/n confirmed. Hermione's mouth hung open in response.

What y/n didn't know was that Draco was watching her from a distance, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with him. He noticed how pretty she actually was. He spent the past 5 years despising the girl. From the day she called him 'a prick' until now, until he suddenly had this weird feeling. She looked hot, y/n was sexy. She had a nice ass, Draco noticed. He was a little drunk and that always made him horny.

"Okay, y/n. Believe it or not but Draco is checking you out" Hermione told y/n. She immediately turned around and saw Draco looking straight into her eyes now.

"I'm going to say hi, I think he wants me " y/n boasted full with confidence because of the alcohol. Draco was still watching her when she strode up to him. She stopped right in front of him and looked him up and down.

"Well well Draco Malfoy, you were checking me out, weren't you? You like my new dress?" she joked drunkly.

"You're drunk" Draco laughed. It made y/n furrow her eyebrows.

"I think you're drunk because you're actually laughing!" she answered mocking him. Draco smiled and took a closer look at the girl in the party lights. He never noticed her y/e/c eyes and her pretty lips. Oh how they would look so perfect wrapped around his co-

"LET'S DANCE!!!" y/n screamed, cutting off his daydreams.

Draco did something very surprising and followed her to the dance floor. Y/n swayed her hips to the music seductively, moving very very close to Draco. Of course she did that on purpose but she didn't want Draco to know.

When y/n turned around and rubbed her ass against his clothed cock, Draco was afraid he would cum in his pants already. He was used to be dancing like this at parties with girls, but this felt different. Draco tried to convince himself this was just because he was extra horny, but deep down he knew it was because of the girl in front of him.

Without thinking Draco turned her around again. He pressed y/n close to him and before he knew it their lips were pressed against each other.

Her soft lips moved slowly against his. Y/n grabbed his neck and pulled on his hair softly while Draco pushed her hips closer.

The kiss was heated and full of passion. A soft moan escaped her lips. Draco's erection appeared in his pants. Suddenly the boy realized the effect y/n had on him.

He couldn't let this happen. He couldn't ruin the reputation he worked on for years! So he searched all his willpower and pushed her away.

"What are you doing, stupid girl!" he screamed.

Y/n was surprised and a look full of hurt appeared on her face.

-

That night Draco was still horny. The mix of emotions was unbearable.

He didn't want to, but he had to.

So he pulled his pants down slowly, a big sigh left his mouth when his erection finally came free. Draco had never been this horny, especially not after hurting someone. Because he did hurt y/n, he knew that. But eventually this was normal, she wouldn't mind that much... She's used to him being like that. At least that's what Draco thought.

So he wiped the precum from is tip and sighed. Draco started to pump very slowly, a grunt of relief left his mouth.

He tried to come up with something else in his head, he tried really really hard. But the only thing that came up was how y/n danced against him, how sexy she was. He thought about her beautiful lips and how perfect they felt on his.

He imagined how it would feel if she was in front of him, pumping him slowly, with her innocent eyes locked with his. How her eyes wouldn't be leaving his, looking so so desperate for him.

He imagined how she then would put her mouth around his cock. Draco started to pump faster and faster. Because of his drunk state it felt almost real. Her warm pretty mouth...

Draco grunted loudly now, imagining how he would slap that ass of her, how he would completely destroy the girl. A soft moan left his mouth, he was imagining her boobs now. How they would bounce right in front of him.

His stomach began to tingle more and more. He was cumming very soon. His hips started to buck op when he imagined how he would just pound into her mercilessly. It was almost like he could hear her pretty moans and screams.

And with one last pump he came. Hard. Moaning her name when his head fell backwards.

He just laid there for a moment. Panting very loudly. He never came that hard.

Fuck Draco Malfoy, what's wrong with you, he thought.

November 1996

Being in 6th year for almost 3 months now, y/n and Draco only saw each other from a distance in the great hall. The only interaction they had were little glances and a lot of staring.

Y/n was still mad. How could that stupid fucking Slytherin boy just kiss her and talk to her like that and then leave and get mad?!

It was stupid.

It was stupid how sometimes their eyes met during dinner and how it made their hearts beat like crazy.

It was stupid how they still thought about each other every day because of just one stupid kiss.

February 1996

5 months later they finally talked again. Their anger towards each other was mostly gone now. It was time to call a truce now.

Y/n decided it had been enough of all this silliness. So when she bumped into Draco she decided to finally talk to him.

"Who do we have here" she tried sounding polite and playful.

"Hey" Draco said. It was now that y/n saw how tired he looked. All these months they had non-verbal conversations from a distance, but now she really saw him and how terrible he looked, almost ill.

"Draco, are you okay?" was the first question that came up in her mind to say.

Draco just nodded. The last thing he wanted was to show her how terrible he felt. His task, becoming a death eater,...

So he just decided to nod and walk away.

"Oh and sorry about getting mad at you last year" he said from a distance when he quickly walked away.

It left y/n worried and surprised. He apologized?

June 5, 1996

It was the last month of the school year. Y/n heard sobs when she walked past the prefects bathroom. Never had sobs been so recognizable. It was Draco. She knew that immediately. So she didn't hesitate to walk inside the bathroom.

Draco and y/n had been talking last months after all. What you can call talking. It were silly little talks and her friends even judged her for doing it. But the talks didn't really represent that much. Draco felt too bad and she wanted to ask what was going on but she couldn't.

The sight broke her heart. Draco looked at her with fearful eyes.

"Draco" y/n gasped "come here" was the only thing she said. The right words didn't come up in her mind so she just stepped closer to him.

She grabbed his back and pushed him in for a hug. Draco didn't fight it but also didn't hug back. He didn't know what to do. Only his mother hugged him. But y/n started to stroke his back and her smell was so comforting.

"It's okay Dray, you're safe with me" she whispered.

Draco felt calm now. After all those months he finally felt good. So he hugged her back and started to cry again.

"Yes Draco, you can let it al go now" she promised when Draco kept crying harder en harder finally feeling free and safe to let go.

They stayed like that for a while. When Draco calmed down completely he explained her everything and y/n listened. They talked for hours. He told y/n it was his birthday and no one said happy birthday to him today. After all the serious talk they even talked about more fun stuff.

Draco was happy. He hasn't been in years.

June 31, 1996

Believe it or not, but y/n was laying in Draco's bed. Summer was there and everyone was packing to go home for the break.

Y/n has been Draco's girlfriend for a few weeks now. It was a secret. She secretly came to his dorm every night and sometimes she stayed to sleep in his arms.

Y/n got to know the other side of Draco, a part she actually loved.

Draco got to know his own new side and still tried and struggled with being in a relationship now. But he was so so so in love, he realized that now.

His heart fluttered in his chest again when y/n snuggled her nose deeper into his shoulder, trying to be closer to him than before. She laid on him with the half of her body and stroked his arm lightly.

"So we're not going to see each other this summer?" she asked.

"We'll figure it out, I promise we'll see each other" Draco smiled while stroking her hair, making y/n shiver a little.

Y/n stroked up and down his chest now. "I want to try something before we leave, I want to have sex" she suddenly said.

"What?" Draco answered a little bit shocked. Not that he didn't want it he was just surprised.

"If-if.. if you don't want to it's okay, I don't know how experienced you are and..." y/n stuttered.

Draco laughed a little at the thought. She thought he didn't want this? He wanted this for so so so long now. "I want to, but we only have 15 minutes till the train leaves. And.. are you... are.. have you ever had sex before?" he asked getting nervous now.

"No, but I want you to take my virginity, did you do it before?" she asked interested.

"I'm not a virgin. No. But, you are, I don't want you to lose your virginity when we're rushed. We'll see each other this summer and I'll make it perfect, okay?" Draco assured her.

God how he wanted to fuck her there and then, destroy his little innocent girlfriend. But not when it's rushed.

Y/n looked disappointed and she really really was. It took her a lot of courage to ask this.

So Draco had an idea.

"But, I can do something else, if you trust me" he smiled while stroking under her skirt, going closer and closer to her pussy.

"You said we have only 15 minutes" she whispered with flushed cheeks.

"I can make you cum in less than that" Draco promised. Y/n bit her lip and nodded.

He started slowly stroking her clothed pussy now, making y/n gasp a little. Y/n still laid partly on him and her hand was on his chest. Draco had a perfect view on her face and she was so close, it was the perfect position.

"Do you touch yourself?" he asked while pushing her panties down very slowly, lightly touching her pussy now.

Y/n nodded while biting her lip to hold in the moans.

"You don't have to be shy princess, you can let it all out for me, okay? Now tell me what you think when you touch yourself" Draco asked huskily while drawing little circles on her clit now.

A soft moan left y/n her lips and her cheeks were already flushed. Her pussy already wetter than ever.

"I- I think about you, how you would touch me" she moaned. Draco answered with a soft moan too, not able to hold it in. He imagined how she would be thinking of him while pleasuring herself, and moaning his name.

He entered his finger slowly. Y/n gasped. "Draco" she moaned when he started to pump into her softly.

"Good girl" he praised.

"Go faster Dray, it feels so good" y/n moans.

Draco did what she told him and started to pump faster while adding another finger. "You're so tight for me baby, I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock this summer when I fuck you so hard" Draco grunts.

Y/n was a moaning mess now. His name left her mouth multiple times. Something he would remember for ever.

"God you're so fucking sexy y/n" he moaned. Draco was surprised how turned on this made him.

And then Draco stopped and pulled his fingers out.

"What are you doing?" she asked when Draco left her side.

"Can I do this?" he asked when going down with his mouth now very close to her pussy.

Y/n nodded eagerly.

Draco attached his soft lips to her clit, sucking on it gently. She was already very sensitive from before so a loud moan came out.

Draco started to suck harder and moaned on her pussy, sending vibrations that went through her whole body. Y/n automatically grabbed his hair and pulled harder than she meant to.

Draco absolutely loved it. It was the hottest thing ever to him, the way she moaned and how she pulled his hair but pushed him closer at the same time.

"I- I think I'm cumming Dray" she gasped.

"Yes, my good girl, cum for me" he whispered.

A loud moan of his name filled the room and her eyes scrunched shut. Y/n panted loudly. "God I think I saw the stars" she breathed.

Draco chuckled and came back up to her pulling her close to him like before. "Told you I could do it in less than 15 minutes" he joked.

"I'm going to miss you Draco" y/n said more serious now with a big frown.

"Me too. But we'll see each other again soon, I promise. I'll be showing you more than just the stars then, princess" he promised her, his heart full of love and joy. He placed a little kiss on her head.

She made a new Draco Malfoy come alive, but what they didn't know yet, is that it will get much much more difficult in the future...

❀

Okay so part 2 will have more (and better) smut in it, like promised, if you want the be tagged in it you can just fill in my taglist

Thanks for reading loves x

new taglist: @rudypankowisdaddy

[yoshkeii]

"𝙵𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜"

࿐ character(s): Daichi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane

࿐ genre: sfw, soft/fluff

࿐ type: (au) headcanons

࿐ requested by: anon

⌦ boyfriend male!reader (he/him)

⌦ genshin impact x haikyuu!!, modern settings

⌦ ‘can i request an au headcanon (basically genshin impact x haikyuu!!, modern settings, but the vision bearers are rarer than post traveler time and there's still spiral abyss where vision bearers help discovering new information and artifacts, and getting paid from their country for that) So, daichi and asahi's boyfriend(a vision bearer, which element is up to you to decide.)(also separetly) reacts that their boyfriend just give them an old flower artifact that he found that reminds male!reader of his boyfriend‘

A/N: an interesting concept !! thank you for requesting, im not good with reactions but- ihopethisisokay,, i dont think i did well on this,, khai writes hcs weirdly pt. who fucking knows.

asahi azumane’s give flower: wanderer’s troupe or viridescent venerer

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒:

》 staring at the rosy-red petaled flower that was supposedly made into a brooch, a piece missing that would make the item stay on the wearer. your eyes glossed over the item, identifying cracks and scratches on the metallic bronze pieces that accompanied the ordinary looking flower, that somehow was in one piece. just... slightly off-colored. before jumping as your name was called by another vision-bearer with two others by the way towards the exit of the Abyss floor, you began to hurry over to them as you gently slid the “Gladiator’s Nostalgia” into your pouch. the name you had read before within a dusty journal, remembering it so clearly with a much vibrant image than the real one you had now. but it oh, so reminded you of your beloved boyfriend, the one waiting for you at your shared home. 《

→ Daichi didn’t know he would be dating a vision-bearer, no one would’ve thought of a thing really. they were such a rare sight to see out in public- especially in the modern days. but that only just added to the many surprises you came home with after your days of working in the “Spiral Abyss” is what they call it.

→ giving him the faded-out red flower as soon as you walked through the front door, a bright smile across your face, was a sight he would never get tired of. except the slight worriedness would built up seeing scratches n bruises along your skin the more he stared...

→ eventually leading him to treating your injuries properly, maybe a slight scold or lecture here and there-

→ “Love, you know you have to be careful. Especially with fire! I know you have a Pyro vision, but that doesn’t mean mess around- and play with fire itself- You aren’t immune to it.” “..even worse that you tried using your abilities to cook..”

→ “He-hey it was a one time thing-!! and I was really curious ‘Muraaa..” you whined, wincing and pulling your face away with a pout as Daichi pressed a cotton swab onto the cut along your cheek.

→ “Yeah yeah, lil’ember.” He muttered the nickname, swiping a thumb over the bandaid to cover the cut. “..there you are done, now go get a change of clothes dirty boy- I have to put the first aid stuff away.”

→ seeing you disappear pass the door frame of your shared room, he went back to pack and close the first aid kit. before his eyes wandered towards the flower you had given him earlier, which was just idly sitting there on the counter. Daichi picked up the flower holding it gently in his palms, feeling the petals with his free hand.

→ he stared at the flower for a long moment, observing the petals before noticing the scratches on the metal pieces attached to the brooch. he smile gently, beginning to realize this was a gift to him, a gift that you gave and probably risked your life to nag. 

→ sighing deeply at the thought of you getting hurt, knowing how clumsy you can be, he went off to the shared room where you would be. just to make sure you dont... do something stupid.

→ “Y/N?” Daichi had softly called out, seeing your head peek out from the closet as you slid a shirt on. he motioned his hands upwards a little, still holding the faded-brooch in his palms. 

→ “Oh! The Gladiator’s Nostalgia? The flower, do you like it??” the way you had ecstatically replied, he could imagine a puppy’s tail wagging so fast. your eyes shimmering as you awaited his answer.

→ “I love it, ember, it was really nice of you to give it to me.” “..although I hope you didn’t get hurt too much... to achieve it. I bet this was hard to get-” He spoke softly, genuine about the words slipping through his lips.

→ “Well actually... not really-” seeing Daichi look at you in confusion, “..I’ve seen that artifact set a lot on my runs with my team, but are often- broken’n’damaged. So I- I could never give you one-” “There’s also different ones apart of the same set for yours!! I might try to collect the others for you... or more.. flowers..”

→ “Wa-wait-,, there’s more-?” he longed on his question, before he could let out another word he noticed how you started to ramble. talking about interesting details of the items you could get him on your adventures and battles, and all he did was listen. settling down on the edge of the bed while you went on.

→ you were so passionate with your job, what you were doing as a vision-bearer. it’s what he liked about you, or well... loved about you. although he wonder if every Vision-bearer were the same, he’d still take you, . date you, just as who you are. with, or without a vision. and ofc he will keep an eye on what gifts you decide to give him in the mere future.

𝙰𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚒:

》 being an Anemo Vision bearer, your able to adapt and flow with whatever could come your way. making elements spread across the battlefield with one set of moves or to crowd-control them into one spot for the others to strike the unfortunate foes. time to time you would stumble upon the “Viridescent Venerer” set in the fallen loot of opponents or the scuffed chests that were stashed at the end of battles. they looked so different than most artifacts, especially the flowers. common artifacts were genuine real flowers, making them have the same aspect as any other flower, withering and fading into nothing but dull-bland colors. but the Viridescent Venerer’s flower did not, it was just a white wild flower that used to cover the earth. and it has not withered one bit, and still gives off an exquisite fragrance you noticed as the times you ran by it... and well of course noticed it as the scent was what you usually smelled since you had one as part of your outfit. 《

→ Asahi had always pointed out the flower on your outfit, the “In Remembrance of Viridescent Fields“ is what the books would title it, but in short you just called it the Viridescent Venerer flower or just... Viridescent for Asahi’s sake.

→ he had always complimented on how it looked beautiful and pretty, especially when his beloved boyfriend is wearing it. 

→ as days of works and floors of the Spiral Abyss, you managed to find a new piece of the Viridescent to use. unlike discarding the one you currently you had, you had an idea that came into mind, finding you sliding the newer artifact into your bag before leaving off to home. a smile brought onto your face.

→ now cuddling in each others presence, you both chatted about your days. already cleaned yourself up from your days works. hand in hand with soft laughter erupting from both of you, before it died off into comfortable silence.

→ “Azumane, love?” you simply called out, knowing you caught his attention instantly as you felt movement from him. “You certainly like the flower on my fit.”

→ “Well it really is- pretty. Like knowing how regular and most flowers wilt and wither- That one hasn’t! An-And I believe its the same one you wore the day we met too-” he noted.

→ to only be surprised at his memory of these types of things, you laughed- making him startled and a bit embarrassed.

→ “You sure have quite the memory, to even remember that image? I’m impressed, so I assume... it has caught your eye since the start? Just like I was to your own vision~” you cooed, getting up from his grasps before disappearing pass a corner of a wall.

→ confusion expressed on Asahi’s face, sitting up from his position on the couch before his eyes caught the glimpse of the Viridescent in your hand.

→ sitting on the edge of the couch, you motioned the flower towards him, a gentle smile across your face.

→ “I would simply like you to have mine then, it is quite old- and worn from the times I’ve had it through my lifetime. But I think it’ll be a nice gift from me to you.”

→ hearing the words being slipped passed your mouth, he felt tears daring to fall from his eyes- Asahi did not know why. but imagining keeping the Viridescent you had for who knew how long-

→ it would be something he would cherish, something he wouldnt let go.

→ exchanging gentle kisses across your face in exchange, trying his best not to cry the joy. because it was so touching- so simple yet so poetic to give. he didn’t think he deserved one.

→ and from that afternoon, Asahi had kept it. he had kept it safe and sound, bringing it with him whenever you were never there. so he had something to calm him down in anxious moments. he had a memory of you in a flower that would never wither.

[sexy-bee-juice]

which hq boys would let you paint their nails

This is the first time I’ve written something on here so feedback is welcome <333

Im trying hc’s so-

KARASUNO

Hinata

- He would. 

- 10/10 would recommend.

- He would stare at you for a minute and be like, “what?” then you would show him the bottle of nail polish and he would just U N D E R S T A N D

- He would definitely flaunt it to his team. would be so proud.

- Honestly doesn't care about the color, just wants his nails DONE.

- Like, you could be the worst at applying it and get it all over his cuticles and fingers and smudge it everywhere, but he will still love how you did it . It doesn't even have to be all fancy with a design or something or rhinestones he will still love it.

- But...

-Please do the rhinestones and designs. H e will literally be so happy. Smack a volleyball or a dumpling design on those nails and he will literally cry. Rhinestones? He will carry around a little flashlight and shine it on the stones to see them sparkle.

- He just wants to do it and maybe have matching nails with you.

- Don't even ask he’ll do it.

Tsukishima

-No. NopE.

-Im sorry bby, but he will not.

- Would stare at you for a whole of two seconds and say no then go back to whatever the heck this man was doing

- Might consider it if you chose a flat or rlly subtle color like...grey. or white.

-Boring. maybe if you included dinosaurs.

-or do it when he’s sleeping. and put some dinos on it.

-Will be mad at first, but will eventually get used to it.

- Only sneak attacks will get this man to accept it.

-Will ask you to remove it if he needs to go somewhere.

Sugawara

-HE WILL BE SO HAPPY TO DO IT.

- PROBABLY WALKS IN ON YOU PAINTING YOUR NAILS ALONE AND WILL ASK IF YOU CAN DO HIS.

- 1000/10 would recommend

- Won’t flaunt it, but will totally be proud to tell everyone why his nails are painted.

-Probably get everyone else to get their nails painted by you as well.

- Gets you to paint his and the rest of the teams nails before every big match. team colors.

- Whenever he goes shopping with you low-key looks for new nail polish and buys it when you aint lookin’.

- Probably has a whole variety of slightly different shades of the teams colors.

- Isnt too flashy so might not want rhinestones or sparkles, but will definetely love any little chibi designs you put on.

- Especially the animals. Give him a giraffe and he will be so i love with them, he will be staring at his nails the whole time.

- Will be so happy he asked the first time.

Asahi 

-Will definitely be shy at first. 

-If you ask him he will be all blushy and stuttery, but will agree.

- But after you finish, he will definitely end up smudging it and ruining anything you put on it.

- Designs? Gone. Ruined.

-Rhinestones? Fell off. never to be seen again.

-Glitter? Mess. Don't even ask.

- Will apologize about a million times and might even let you fix them, and will not move an inch until you tell him to move.

- Will basically be a ragdoll when it comes to you doing his nails, but will ask you to get the. STUFF. OFF. WHEN HE LEAVES.

-Otherwise is totally open about whatever. maybe makeovers and stuff is welcome, but only after a lot of bribing and begging.

Sawamura

-OMG

-YES.

-DONT EVEN ASK

-”Daichi?” You hold up the bottle. “will you-”

-”yes.”

“wha-?”

-”yes”

-and thats how he came to practice will bright pink nails and sushi figures on his fingers. You can be the worst, and much like Hinata he will still love whatever you did.

-Like, this man will be openly obsessed with nail polish and manicures, even though he knows it isnt something that a guy like him, y’know, big(ish), plays volleyball, most likely has calloused hands, would do.

-Will most likely make it a routine to do each others nails every weekend, with a new style or design, with you doing his, and him doing yours.

-Will spend HOURS DOING YOURS

-just do it. he loves you and he will do whatever without question.

Nishinoya

-Do I even have to say it?

-He would got he full 10000000000000000000000000000%

-RHINESTONES? YES

-GLITTER? ALSO YES.

-YOU WANT TO PUT FLOWERS OF SUSHI ON IT?

-DO IT.

-HE WANTS TO TRY AS WELLL LET HIM

- “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MOMMA?”

-”YEAH I CAN DO I WANNA TRY”

-just let the boy do what he must, but supervise him otherwise he might try to dye his hair with the glittery nail polish.

-might be one of the most hyped out of everyone to get his nails done.

Tanaka

-he will be skeptical at first but will do it eventually after a lot of bribing and maybe making him a bit jealous if you go do one of the teammates nails and hint at it.

-otherwise no and im sorry

-BUT IF YOU DID MAKE HIM JEALOUS, THEN HE WILL MAKE YOU GO THE 110% AND MAKE EM THE MOST GLAMOROUS NAILS EVER.

-WORTHY OF EVEN THE GREATEST NAIL ARTIST, EVEN BETTER THAN THE ONES THAT DO THOSE AMAZING ASS NAILS FOR YOUTUBE.

-OR IF YOU REFUSE HE WILL TRY DO DO HIS OWN OF GET HIS MOM TO DO HIS.

-MIGHT BUY A BOTTLE SECRETLY AND GET NOYA TO DO IT IF HIS MOM SAYS NO.

-JEALOUSY IS KEY

(oh here we go-)

Kageyama

-now imagine in the gif above that you are Hinata.

-that’s his exact reaction.

-no matter how much you beg, he will not do it.

-bby even if you burst into tears he wont.

-actually scratch that he will. he will be the definition of  P A N I C

-and thats when you say if he lets you do his nails then he will look away with a light blush dusting his cheeks then will mumble a very quiet quiet,

-”fine...”

-of which then you will be so happy and the tears will vanish and he will be pouty but will let you do whatever the fuck you want to his setter fingers

-and his gorgeous nails will be decorated with whatever.

-you

-want

-<333

-so go crazy :)))

Yamaguchi

-now heres where im stuck

-im sure he will be flustered and refuse,

-but i also think hell agree immediately.

-so... probably with bribing, and like tsukki, he will want flat colors, no design.

-and subtle colors.

-not much to this guy but if tsukki starts to make fun of him he will be pressured to remove the nail polish and might start subconsciously picking it off.

-poor bby tell him its ok and that he’ll be perfect and look amazing with his pretty nails

-that will make him feel really good and prideful about it and he might let you do his nails again, so long as he gets to wear gloves around tsukki.

thank youuu feedback is welcome!