#most of them are surprisingly comfy to walk in :')

[m-eltdown]

[arminsumi]

I want to kiss you / キスしたい

G. Satoru

NOTE: i recently started learning to write in japanese for not much reason other than to occupy my mind with something new. this little daydream came to me and i can't stop thinking about it, i think falling in love despite a language barrier is one of the purest and sweetest ways to fall in love.

WARNINGS — it might be fem reader idk, kissing 👍, ur married w him at the end, not proofread lol i'm snuggled up in bed ok

Satoru cant speak english and you cant speak japanese; Suguru is the translator friend. You met him online years ago, who knows how. But you hit it off, and four years of friendship rolled by.

Satoru heard all about Y/n and saw you many times when Suguru facetimed or called you. You and him had many cute, playful interactions, ranging from making hearthands at each other to flipping each other off and laughing about it. Sometimes Satoru would be sat off-camera, overloading Suguru with things to translate, because he had a lot to say to you. One time, Suguru left for a few minutes to get a pizza delivery, and then Satoru got very quiet and the two of you blinked at your screens.

"Hi."

"Hi."

And then you two for some reason started laughing with your whole chests, Suguru walked in with a confused smirk. He joked, "Sooo... what did you and Satoru talk about while I was gone?" He asked, gentle accent coming through in soft waves. "The mysteries of the universe." You replied. Satoru was already diving into the pizza box, but he still listened to you speak; he wondered what you had said, maybe you used some fancy words to say that you liked him? He'd be lying if he said he didn't memorize variations of "i like you" after that. He was paranoid that he could miss you saying that you liked him.

You managed a slow, meticulously-pronounced nice to meet you in Japanese when you finally visited Tokyo. It was at the airport. You and Suguru had shared many hugs — good grief, you'd seen height comparisons many times but none painted a real idea of just how big these boys were. But Satoru? He was loudmouthed on a screen and surprisingly shy in person. Eventually he hugged you and didn't let go. He even got so comfy as to hang and cling to your body like you saw him doing with Suguru in countless photos and videos.

Though you could barely pronounce the little Japanese that you picked up, Satoru felt giddy to hear your pretty voice in his language. He listened to you like you were reciting love poetry to him, fists under his chin and eyes starry. But you were just saying basic phrases, boring things — nothing that articulated your thoughts properly.

He was far too embarrassed to try and speak any English when he first met you, even though after developing a crush on you he did start learning some English on the side. He knew quite a bit, but listening was so impossibly difficult it frustrated him like nothing else. He was also self-conscious of his English accent, though Suguru tried to assure him that he sounded very cute and almost oddly British.

So often instead of attempting to speak tiny phrases to you, Satoru threw a lot of hand motions and signals your way which got the two of you and Suguru laughing — poor Sugie, he was always translating even the smallest things you said even if you muttered them under your breath, because Satoru was eager to know every little thought and expression you had, even if you were simply commenting on the weather.

Once you commented that it was so hot, you were visiting during a heatwave-filled summer. Satoru raised his brows at Suguru expectantly, and you heard a familiar translation;

暑い。

It's hot.

There was such a frustrating language barrier between the two of you, it became more evident when you had finally flown over the sea to meet them.

Yet you and satoru fell in love silently and beautifully, your love flowing like a river in the most unexpected directions. You felt his affection emanating from his irises. You and him joked around, and talked — though you had no idea what the other meant most of the time. Sometimes the two of you gave up and you talked in English, he responded with Japanese, and it went on like that very comedically until Suguru came back to bridge the gap.

Lots of time was spent putting your heads together over your phone, reading translations of what you wanted to say to each other.

One day, when Suguru left the two of you alone in his apartment kitchen so that he could hop to the convenience store, Satoru typed something into the translator and let you read it. Your face warmed up.

キスしたい。

I want to kiss you.

He looks at you expectantly.

You type back to him.

Then kiss me.

それからキスして。

He blushed and hesistated, the two of you making electric eye contact for a while before he boyishly pecked your lips to test if you liked his kiss, but oh that's all the two of you needed to realize just how much you liked each other. You melted into each other like your bodies were made for nothing else but to embrace and be one. He shook a little, tentatively gliding his lips over yours. His hands nervously cupped your cheeks. With the way he handled you so carefully, you'd think you were made of porcelain.

Your reciprocation meant everything to him. His confidence flourished. The soft smacking, wet sounds got louder when he kissed you more passionately. Those gentle hands found their way to the back of your neck, and he softly pressed you closer to him as if he was scared you would pull away. What if you changed your mind mid-kiss? He was overthinking and you wouldn't have even guessed it, because you thought he was in the same blissed out dream state as you were. So high on kissing that the world fell away.

The two of you started smiling embarrassedly, grinning so hard that you couldn't continue kissing. Then the two of you just giggled against each other's faces — a subconscious realization swept him; laughter and kissing are their own languages.

Yes as years passed and you visited time and time again, your Japanese improved and his English improved. When you moved to Japan, eventually you adopted a messy mix of Japanese and English with Satoru. He liked showing off how perfectly he could pronounce things, and you liked showing off that you could write very neat kana.

Years and years and years passed and when you and him were married in your own little apartment, starting a life together, a very fluent Satoru reminisced about how the two of you fell in love despite barely speaking to each other.

"It was your eyes for me." You said.

"Oh really? It was your voice for me. I didn't know what you were saying, but it sounded nice." He said.

"Mmm I liked your voice, too." You said, snuggling your head on his shoulder. He basked in the attention, though it was common, it always felt special for him. The smallest hand touches and wrist kisses made his heart lurch.

"Remember when I always nagged Suguru to translate every little thing you said?"

"Yeah, you worked him to the bone." You chuckled.

"I just wanted to know what you were saying. I had such a crush on you, looking back now it was even ridiculous how much I liked you considering the barrier and all."

"Ooh, did you?"

"How is this surprising? We're married??"

"Oh yeah."

[moonlightcycle571]

The Pros Of Being Omni-Lingual

Saw a while back someone saying Captain Marvel (or Shazam or Captain Thunder or whatever name you choose for him) is omni-lingual. I have no idea if it’s actually cannon, but it lives rent free in my head, and I got no plans of evicting it any time soon.

But anyways, the reasoning makes sense. He got his powers from The Wizard, to be The Champion of Magic, so it makes sense that among his other powers, he’s got all the languages down. And that works in his favour when connecting with Heroes

In general, people are more relaxed and open when speaking in their mother tongue, and with Cap knowing all the language cause of ✨magic✨, no one can blame him for knowing even the most top secret and heavily guarded languages (like Themisquiran, Atlanlantian or other).

See, when someone like Batman or Martian Manhunter speaks to you in your native language, it’s intimidating. When another JL member does it, it’s a pleasant surprise, but you can sense they aren’t that comfy with a language also do it for work purposes.

But when Cap does it? It’s “oh you speak …” “oh, I’m omni-lingual” type dialogue. If he gets a cult after mentioning that it was a gift from the Gods, then that’s a while other story

Pair that with his sunny attitude, and his golden retriever attitude, of course he gets people to like him. He’ll understand all the memes, have fantastic insight (Wisdom of Solomon) and political views (Whiz Kid radio host). To put it blankly, he has amazing conversational skills, and I am convinced that discussions can be the most meme filled talks or the most profound stuff you have ever heard, especially if it’s about Magic.

To get back on topic, these facts make him especially loved, not just by civilians he saves (head cannon that he knows what’s your preferred language of you speak more than one and reassures them in that language), but also by other heroes.

He can be seen with Martian Manhunter and Miss Martian (speaking Martian) while helping them cook some food from their home world.

Or with Supergirl in the lounge Kryptonian (Kal is great and all, as are the other supers, but Kryptonian is not their first language, not like her).

Or with Aquaman, talking about various Sea Gods in Atlantian. Whenever he’s got some Magical duties in Atlantis for whatever reason, he always gets invited for dinner with the Aquafam. He, Mera and Gar have the best Magic discussions

He tries to avoid speaking Themesciran, cause he’s a guy and he doesn’t want to disrespect their culture, but Wonder Woman is always more relaxed when speaking in her mother tongue. Most of the time, he will settle for Greek though (it’s her second language so it’s close enough). Although he did take it upon himself to teach Cassie when Diana couldn’t

For any of the Batfam, he switches languages, every other sentence. They love it, especially Bruce, Dick and surprisingly Alfred. It’s enrichment and tests their knowledge. When Clark and Diana aren’t here and his kids are in the watch tower, they go to the Captain to help with their language education (they don’t know he’s a kid, which makes Billy think he’s adulting right). Later when it was revealed he’s a kid, it makes the JL groan that a child was the better designated Baby Sitter (now Batman sends his kids in to hopefully adopt Billy)

When meeting new heroes, it’s the same shabang. He can instantly acclimatise to them and is just a walking talking Pitbull (looks scary, is a sweetie pie)

The lantern corps love him, and keeps sending him rings. My guy has to give the GLs a bad full of rings before every meeting (although they do wonder why there’s the a red, and sometimes yellow rings in the bag). holy shit I need to make a post about lantern corp and Captain marvel

But anyways, that’s just me ranting as someone who was raised bilingual and who definitely prefers English.

[buckyalpine]

Please do a teeny story where buckys kitty is all over a y/n and he is so flustered about it. These pics of my cat who is a Turkish Angora. I like to think he might look a bit like Alpine 😉

I'm here for all the domestic fluff rn. WHAT A CUTE BABY PLSSSS absolutely yes your fur baby looks like such a little angel. That is most certainly Bucky's sweet Alpine.

Bucky finally moved into a new apartment. One with proper heating and lighting. A comfy bed he actually liked to sleep in. Furniture he picked out. It was a simple space but he liked it. He even got a few plants and hung up a few pictures, most of them with Sam and Steve.

His favorite place was surprisingly the kitchen. After years of tasteless mush and not exactly feasting every day back in he 40's, Bucky loves trying experimenting with different recipes and recreating ones he remembered his ma making for him.

Then there was his favorite thing in the whole world. A little white ball of fur that would slink around his legs all day, meowing for pets and cuddles, purring so loudly Bucky was sure the neighbors could hear. He'd never meant to get a cat but all it took was one charity event at a local animal shelter and the rest was history. He couldn't resist those adorable blinking eyes and soft, wispy fur.

-

"Alp?" Bucky rubbed his eyes, curious as to why there wasn't a fuzzy motor boat purring on his chest while the sun streamed through the curtains. "Where'd you go, baby"

It wasn't rare for Alpine to wake up earlier than Bucky, sauntering around the apartment to lay under a patch of sun. He swung his legs over, making his way to the kitchen to make breakfast for both him and his cat only to find the apartment empty and the cat door swinging.

"I should've never installed that" Bucky groaned to himself, deciding to continue making breakfast in hopes that Alpine would be back shortly whilst also wondering why he thought it would be a good idea to give his cat a sense of independence. Moments later, Bucky heard the swinging of the flap, announcing the arrival of the fur ball.

"Where did you go" Bucky cocked his head, noting the way his cat was smugly licking his lips before jumping onto his cat tree and stretching out for a nap. "For fucks sake, you're worse than Steve, running off God knows where and doing who knows what"

A knock of the door broke Bucky away from the conversation he was having, his eyes growing wide seeing his pretty neighbor on the other side.

"H-hi" Bucky stuttered, smiling down at the PJ's you were still in along with soft bunny slippers on your feet, sleep still evident on your face. Before either of you could speak, Alpine trotted over, walking right past Bucky and straight to you. He stood up on his hind legs with needy meows, batting his eyes as best as he could, something he very clearly learned from his owner.

"Alpine" Bucky hissed, his cheeks growing red while his cat continued to paw at your leg, trying to climb you like a tree, begging to be picked up.

"Is he yours" you giggled, picking up the fussy cat in your arms, letting him adjust himself until he was comfy, his eyes closing for a nap. "He was at my door this morning"

"You can't nap there baby" Bucky sighed, embarrassed over the fact that his cat was rubbing himself all over you plus he'd clearly just revealed Alpine wore the pants in the relationship. "Yeah, he's mine. I'm so sorry, he's usually not like that, he usually runs away from people-

"It's okay" you cooed at the content cat in your arms, giving him another snuggle before turning to Bucky again. Something silver in your hand caught his eyes, running and hand over his face when he realized what you were holding.

His cat was a menace.

"He left this at my place while coming for a visit. Thought I should bring it back to its rightful owner, Sargent" You said shyly, handing over Bucky's dogtags, your breath hitching as your fingers brushed over his metal hand, placing them in his palm.

"Supposed I should give this back to you as well" you handed over Alpine, torn between wanting to cuddle the fur baby more and also feeling jealous of how comfy he must've felt in his daddy's thick arms, resting against his strong chest-

Get a hold of yourself.

"Thank you, doll" The pet name slipped out on is own making both of you giddy again. "I-I was just about to make breakfast, if you want to come over in half an hour" Bucky offered, nervous at how your react, butterflies bursting in his tummy when your eyes lit up.

"I'd love that" You gave Alpine one last scratch behind the ears before retracting back to your apartment to get changed while Bucky closed the door behind him.

"I know you want a mommy but you can't just plant yourself into the arms of the first pretty girl you see" Bucky's muffled voice carried through the door making your cheeks heat up, smiling to yourself when Alpine meowed in response.

"I know you have good taste but you know I would've asked her out eventually. You didn't have to drag my dogtags there"

"Meow"

"I'm not scared"

"Meow"

"I'm not!"

"...Meow"

"Fine. But you let me handle this when she comes over"

"Meow"

[spacebubblehomebase]

Not art this time but...

Headcanon: Lucifer visits Earth every decade or so as a part of his job as the ruler of Hell. He does it to learn about new sins as "subtly" as he could.

Lucifer: What is ray-sings-sims? Raising-sims? Raisins? Rain-Race-sin? R-Racisms? YES! That! Is it the one where people hate on the opposite sex for absolutely no reason even though humans were all made of the same cosmic dust?

Black woman: (Looking amused at the most stereotypical rich white guy she's ever met asking about sexism and racism.)

Lucifer: Yeah. This cocaine thing is doing absolutely nothing for me. I don't really get it, but this is a sin too. So marking that off the list! Thanks for letting me have a go at this, uh, Mr. Dealer? That's your last name, right? Oh man. I'm really bad at remembering names, but have this as a token of my appreciation. (Gives him a thousand dollars which is basically worth even more at the time.)

Drug dealer: (Gobsmacked the guy was still able to keep walking after practically inhaling every drug in existence back then in one go.)

Lucifer: So this, um, cult thing? How did it get assigned to our department again? It sounds just like what Heaven does to me. Huh. Ah well. I guess I'll just roll with it like everyone else here. (Shrugs.) Yay, cult! Sooo do I get to keep the robe? It's kinda comfy- Aw wait there's murder? One died a-and another... Oh... OH... Ooooh boy. Oof. Yikes... So this means I can DEFINITELY keep the robe, right?

Lucifer: Ah yes. Burning the witch. Time to list down all the sorry souls who threw their life into the flame by believing in the occult arts. (Lists down everyone in the crowd who burned said "witch.") And as for Ms. Agnes The Witch here... Hmm. Well, that's for Heaven to worry about! Toodles~! Or, uh, Tickety-Boo!

(Needless to say, dear Luci has been an accidental charmer back on Earth. ^v^ Specially to sinners and people who were just unjustly treated during those times. He just had to see what every sin was for himself and try them out from time to time, but he didn't know he's been perceived as acting with the manners and traditions he gathered from the LAST decade he was on Earth so to everyone who's long gone pass those times, he comes off as a polite old-school rich white man. Naive yet surprisingly non-judgemental.)

-Bubbly💙

[peterparkersnose]

It’s Just Paint

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: a bad day of parenting, stress, anxiety, arguing, fluff, SAND

a/n grogu’s art is the future mona lisa. shorter piece, i hope you enjoy. I got this idea from a fan art (that I cannot find to save my life) so if you recognize the art, tag me please! I would love to give credit where it belongs :)

summary Din and Y/N struggle with the parenting lifestyle. 

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Home sweet home. If you could call the dingy, falling apart ship home. But home to you were two people; A Mandalorian and a green baby. Sighing, you questioned your life decisions as you began the journey to the ship.

You trudged up the sandy hill Din had parked the crest on, woven bags of groceries hanging from your arms. The calls of the night creatures began to ring, making you walk a bit faster. The suns were setting, and the gorgeous orange sky was very present.

The hatch opened and it was eerily quiet. Grogu wasn’t whining to meet you at the door; Din’s beskar wasn’t clanking around.

“Hellooo?” you sang, your voice echoing down the hallway.

Setting the groceries down on a shelf, you went to see if Din was even home. Maybe a bounty came up unexpectedly. You carefully made your way around a corner when the scent of paint hit you.

Your paint.

“Dank farrik,” you sighed. Grogu had most definitely gotten into your paints you had hidden away. “Din!” you called. No response.

Annoyed, you slammed the button to open your quarters and change out of your sand clothes. The goggles came off, and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

Your hair was a mess- covered in sand to say the least. Your white boots had now a tan configuration to them. The robes hit your floor with a thud. Exchanging them for a comfy pair of joggers and a tee, you walked to your sink and tried to get as much sand out of your hair as you could.

When you shut off the water you heard a bump.

So they are home.

As you squeezed out your hair, you heard a faint coo from Grogu.

You anxiously combed back your hair, eager to see your family for the first time today.

The hatch hissed open and revealed a sight. Din was struggling to keep Grogu still; little red painted toes ran across the steel ground of the crest.

“Need some help?” you asked, leaning your hips against the doorframe. You didn’t need to see his face to know what face he was making.

“It would be nice,” he sighed with a slight sarcastic tone, turning around from the sink.

Your eyes grew wide at the sight. Grogu was covered in red, blue, and mixed purple paint. Green paint was smeared on his fingers and on Din’s gloves.

A burst of laughter erupted from you. “Not funny,” he hissed, holding the nude creature awkwardly in his hands. You weren’t laughing at that; no way you were laughing at the wasted expensive paint.

Din had little works of art all over his beskar. Unsure of what, but Grogu had definitely painted a few murals all over him. What looked like Banthas were sloppily drawn over his chest plate; a surprisingly good night sky with what seemed like were orange stars plagued his helmet.

“What happened?” you asked, a hand supporting you on the wall to make sure you didn’t fall over in laughter.

“Grogu was naughty.” Din said, turning his attention back to the baby and plopping him in the sink. Grogu splashed around and whined.

“You fall asleep?” you asked, joining Din at the sink to help keep Grogu in control. No response.

“You fell asleep.”

“Did not.” he resisted. His body art was just proof he was lying. “You are a horrible liar, Din Djarin.”

“And you are a great painter,” you said, scrubbing Grogu’s tiny hands. “Painted all over daddy while he slept.”

Din audibly sighed over the daddy comment. “What do you mean, painted all over me?” he asked, taking his gloves off in defeat.

“Have you looked in the mirror lately?” you scoffed, grabbing a dry kitchen towel to wrap Grogu in.

Din stepped into the fresher. A small gasp came from behind the mask. You heard the hinges of the mask come off and him set it on the countertop.

“Put him down, will you? I need you to come in here.” he yelled from the fresher. Grogu now sat on the kitchen countertop chewing on some grass seeds draped in a kitchen towel.

You picked Grogu up and set him in his floating bassinet.

You entered the fresher to find Din in a panic. His mood was a shock to you. You didn’t expect him to be so upset about a little paint.

“It’s just some paint. It comes out,” you said, trying to calm him. “I just can’t believe- that little shit. Gods Y/N I just don’t know-”

“Din. It’s just paint.”

Your re assuring words weren’t as effective as you hoped. He still had a horrified look on his face and you understood why.

“My armor…” he said in shock, holding his chest plate now in his hands. “It comes out, right?”

“Just told you it did.” you called from the kitchen, collecting his gloves that were full of paint.

Coming back to the fresher, you were met with a defeated Din. His armor was sprawled out on the floor. He was sitting on the corner of the bathtub with his hands on his head.

A saddened sigh came from you. Meeting him at the side, your hand rested on his back and slowly moved back and forth. He slowly leaned his head into your stomach.

“He doesn’t know any better, you know that.” you said, turning and looking at his armor. “I know,” he said solemnly. “It’s just…”

“Hard.”

Din’s tired eyes met yours. “Didn’t sleep well last night?” you asked him, cupping his left cheek. He pressed into your hand and nodded his head. His scruffy face tickled your hand. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the small parenting moment the two of you were having together.

“Go and lay down. I’ll take care of this. If that’s okay,” you offered. Din nodded as your hand left his face. He trudged into the bedroom. You heard the bed creak as he flopped down on it like he always did when he was tired.

An hour and a half later, it was done. His armor looked almost brand new.

All the hard scrubbing, the pile of used paper towels behind you and the steam from the shower was enough to send you into a coma. You were exhausted. Slowly, you cleaned up the mess you made and layed a towel down next to the bathtub. There you left the beskar to dry, and for Din to do what he wishes with it later.

You peek out in the hallway. Grogu was fast asleep as you expected. A little bit of red paint sat on his ear tip, small enough where you could just flick it off. You gave him a small kiss on the forehead and left to go find Din.

He was wrapped up in the burgundy blanket on your bed. His soft hair was laying flat on the bed, his pillow was clutched between his arms. His mouth was squished against the mattress slightly agape.

A smile rose to your face. “Din,” you whispered, slowly making your hands meet and trying to loosen the pillow from his hands.

“No,” he muttered, pulling it closer to him. “I’m here,” you said. His soft brown eyes opened. “Oh,” he muttered, shoving the pillow aside.

You crawled into the bed slowly, trying not to make so much noise. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. He let out a satisfied grunt when the two of you were comfortable. You knew he couldn’t sleep properly without you, or without holding something.

“The pillow really was a lousy excuse for you,”

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[brights-place]

Hi! Could I request a brozone PDA with s/o. How they deal with affection in public and private. They're all touch-starved and I can just imagine JD being crazy affectionate both in and out of public. Constant teasing and whatnot. And branch is definitely a more private guy.

Brozone PDA Headcannons

Pairing: Brozone X S/O (Seperate)

Warnings: FLUFF! YIPPEEE

A/N: Oh yes PDA headcannons with them <33 okay! lets do this YAYYY ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

John Dory/JD

- DEAR GOD! HE LOVES SHOWING AFFECTION! but the thing is hey he may have been in the wild since he left brozone but he's the THIRD most affectionate I mean all of them are touch starved and want PDA but he's the third in the list - John is very affectionate and physical in regards to PDA - He was forced to grow up pretty quick when he was younger it's shown and known! He was the oldest of five and it didn't seem like any of them had parents to fall back during their childhood they only had their grandma so he has lacked physical affection

- tries to act tougher in public but when both of you are alone he’s a total sweetheart.

- He likes to sneak up behind you and surprise you with hugs or kisses

- He is not shy about expressing his affection for someone, especially you and often leaves what he calls "romantic notes" and small gifts behind when its actually something he found in the forest that he found was cool

- He is always holding hands or hugging his partner, and is not shy about kissing either.

- John is a very affectionate person and appreciates receiving affection as well - He'll often lean into you, nuzzling up against them, as well as giving out kisses and hugs when he can do that

- John's favorite thing to do when they are in private is cuddle up with his partner and just relax together.

- Adores touching you. not even sexually, but always has an arm around you, hugs you from behind, an arm around your waist, a hand in the back pocket of your jeans, etc.

Spruce/Bruce

- Bruce doesn't mind PDA, he'll randomly kiss you in public, hug you, and hold you close. He doesn't care who sees.

When you're walking on a sidewalk, he'll always push you on the inside so you're away from the cars - Loves to try new things with you and make memories - Whether it's food, movies, or something to spice up the bedroom, the man will never say no to trying something at least once

- Kisses with him are always longing, and always want you leaving more

- He's surprisingly amazing at giving massages

- Whenever you guys go out, he always orders something you like for his meal, in case you don't like yours

- adores doing domestic stuff with you! helping you do chores grocery shopping, cooking, baking, and even doing laundry with you as he makes sure most of them would smell good - shows you off anywhere and everywhere. literally anyone who’s ever spoken to him knows you because he’s always talking about you.

Clay

- Probably second last on the PDA list on who craves it the most to the least

- Clay is a bit awkward when it comes to physical affection due to his lack of experience with it in the past and the amount he had lacked yet he still craves it - Despite this, Clay is a very affectionate person and craves being close to the people he cares about especially you. - Clay has a hard time expressing himself physically and may be a bit shy when it comes to initiating PDA

- However, once he feels comfy with you Clay will likely be a very affectionate partner who is not afraid to show his love and appreciation through physical touch

-Due to his lack of affection throughout the past twenty years. Clay is not familiar with physical affection but may seek it out when he feels comfortable and safe with a person AKA YOU! and Viva but MOSTLY YOU! :>>

- Clay may have difficulties opening up and may withdraw when feeling vulnerable.

- Clay's physical affection is likely to be reserved and may take the form of hugging, hand holding, or other simple gestures. - When he is stressed he comes over and holds your hand and asks for some kisses

Floyd

- He’s literally so male wife coded. would get all flustered and shy when you compliment him - cuddles up to you and let’s you play with his hair

- when you let him lay his head on your chest and won’t ever admit it out loud but loves when you’re the big spoon and would love when you hold him tightly

- hiding behind your shoulder or hiding his face in your neck with his arms wrapped around you. - Kisses with him are always longing and loving as you hold each other close - Floyd doesn’t mind you teasing him either.. he’ll get all pouty and shy before kissing your cheek

-He is clingy and wants to spend as much time as possible with you

-He is very physically affectionate and will constantly seek physical touch

-He will send you love songs constantly because he says that they remind him of you

- Floyd is not afraid to show his love for others in public, and he's not shy about expressing himself in terms of physical contact.

- Floyd is also likely to engage in little gestures like whispering sweet nothings into your ear or giving you an kiss

Branch

- It takes branch a while to open up to you, but once he does? He's yours forever! LIKE HE WILL CLING TO YOU SO MUCH! - He has been in an bunker hidden from the world and would only come out to collect resources he is the number one touched starve troll! - branch is more of a listener than a talker and he is damn good at listening he will remember everything

- Branch is not big on PDA in public but he doesn't mind holding your hand out in public secretly when nobody is looking or locking each others pinkies together

- This man is loyal as hell! You will NEVER catch him looking anyway at anyone the way he looks at you. - You always have to be within his line of sight. He always wants to make sure you're safe he's scared you'd be taken hell if you even leave him... he can't be abandoned again

- In Public he doesn't do much literally wont even touch you maybe every now and then give you and quick kiss on your cheek when no one is looking

- No person's beauty in his mind will ever compare to yours he'd stare at you with love and admiration

- You'd be able to find his hand on the small of your back whenever he’s near you, sometimes with a little squeeze to your hip as he passes by

- kisses in front of anyone are extremely rare like REALLY! FUCKING RARE

- Once your in private though? He will grab your waist for hugs, kisses, cuddling, etc.

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[iceman-soup]

request!

sorry if you've done this already, but what would Ghost and Soap's first leave together look like? could be sfw or nsfw, everything is up to you

yes yes yesss this is sfw because my descriptive brain took over, also autistic ghost supremacy 🫶🫶

ghost x soap

Simon wasn't ready to meet Johnny's family yet. Hell, they'd only been dating five or so months before deciding to stick with each other on leave, and by that point it was far too stressful and overwhelming to think about meeting a whole bunch of new people to mask around and make good impressions. Ghost needed the time off to re-regulate, and honestly, Soap wasn't up to introducing a boyfriend he had barely warned his mother about beforehand.

So instead the two taxi'd over to Manchester from the airport, arriving at a tiny, cheap flat with even cheaper security cameras dotted on each outside wall and above the front door. "Enough of a deterrent, even if half don't work," explains Simon, seeing Johnny looking around curiously. He unlocks the door and pushes it open an inch, baited breath for a couple of moments as he appears to listen for anything unusual, before opening the door properly, flicking on the warm overhead lights and pulling Soap in by the hand, who gazes at the inside of his flat whilst Ghost locks the door again.

"Dinnae take you for an interior designer, Lt," John grins, glancing at the taller man before going back to admiring the space. It's dusty, sure, but otherwise not quite as awful as expected, and although cramped, holds a feeling of comfort and rest. The two are standing in the kitchen, cupboards naked oak wood and counters hand-painted daffodil yellow, the honey-coloured floor tiles chipped but superglued back together. The image of Si sitting cross-legged on the ground fixing them fills Soap's mind, his heart fluttering at how domestic his lieutenant suddenly seems.

There isn't a wall between the kitchen and living room, and Johnny takes that opportunity to wonder straight through, taking note of a comfy-looking secondhand sofa to cuddle up on together later. An old TV with a jumble of cables is stood upon a coffee table, which simultaneously doubles as an actual coffee table, evident by a few mismatched coasters with just as many water marks as the surface they're supposed to be protecting. Splintering wood in the tried-to-be-aesthetic bare floorboards are covered by a granny rug which contrasts the baby blue walls surprisingly well. Two doors lead off from the living room, and Ghost walks over to the first one, opening it to show the other.

"Bathroom," he comments as if it isn't obvious. There's nothing extraordinary about it, but Soap does notice his unwavering loyalty here and on base to his very specific shower products - of course. He nods and they move on, entering the fourth room. Si hovers at the doorway whilst Johnny wanders inside, taking in the bedroom.

Most of the space is taken up by a double bed pressed up in the far corner, white paint on the metal frame missing in spots, showing its age. The bedding is black with little bone prints patterning it, soft cotton and all matching. Shoved next to the bed is a chest of drawers, one of the handles missing and replaced with a nail bashed into the wood. Hung up precariously on the picture rail over it is Simon's formal uniform - clearly unused for years due to his skilful avoidance of social events. Again, the floor is stripped of carpet (the bedroom in slightly safer condition than in the living room) and the walls are painted, this time a pale pink and dotted with glow-in-the-dark plastic stars.

"Never got them as a kid," Ghost mutters, gesturing to the stars and then the general soft colours of his flat. He shuffles awkwardly on his feet, avoiding eye contact - and subsequently his boyfriend's loving smile too. "You want something to eat? I don't have anything," he adds quickly.

"We can go doon to the chippy?" John suggests, walking over to kiss him tenderly. "Or if you don't feel like seein' people, I could order us something." The taller man nods at the second option, then proceeds to wrap his arms around Soap's waist, burying his face into the crook of his neck and pressing his lips to the skin, simply savouring his warm embrace.

"I love you, Johnny. I'm happy you're here."

The next few days go by far too quick for either's liking. They're spent with long mornings just laying in bed, doing fuck all on their phones in the oddest cuddle positions known; alternatively, smothering each other in hugs and kisses until they have to give them attention until they're satisfied. Time is spent plodding around the flat, wearing pyjama trousers and fluffy socks and with blankets draped over their bare shoulders.

Meals are cooked with very little skill but a whole lot of try, so at least that's something. Neither go out much; just to the shops when they need something or one night to get fish and chips from the good place across the street. They eat sitting on the countertop or the sofa, watching some shitshow with a laugh track that winds Simon up.

Evenings involve making out during conversation, quietly murmuring and laughing between kisses, chests pressed together so their hearts can talk directly. Ghost realises he's never felt so safe and content on leave before this one night when they're lying in bed, a dim lamp the only light in the room as he runs his fingers through Soap's hair, now slightly curly from growing out whilst not on base. It's quiet, but not in the lonely, terrifying way it usually is when he's alone in the flat, left to his own thoughts for however long between deployments.

Maybe, just maybe, leave will become something that he doesn't dread anymore. And perhaps next time - he thinks, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead and flicking off the lamp - it might be nice to meet Johnny's family.

[just4jinx]

twilight temptations

— wlw, rich!ryujin x stripper!reader, nsfw/nsft smut

you’re a stripper at the ‘starlight lounge’ and notice ryujin’s hungry gaze on you during your set. will she approach you for a chat or even more private services?

warnings: intentional all lower case, dom!ryu, possible ceo!ryu, kinda mean!ryu, sub!reader, humiliation, fingering, public sex, squirting, degradation, some praise. slight slapping (not on face, just body), no aftercare.

word count: 2.3k

“yeah, i wanna know what its like,

baby, show me what it’s like.”

you follow the melody with your feet before your hips, swaying them in a figure of eight as you slide down the pole. one hand is on the pole above your head, the other being slowly dragged down your body, just about ending by your covered core. you naturally scanned the crowd you had gathered for any tippers. it doesn’t usually take long to rack up some money; you’re up there with the best at the starlight lounge, your popularity soaring with each performance. the club is dimly lit, hues of reds and pinks highlighting the bar and dancers to avert everyones gaze accordingly. high end is one way to describe this place. for a strip club its most certainly on the more expensive end of the spectrum — plush seating, wine red velvet drapes, and large mirrors adorning the place.

you’re widely known for being the cocky, almost bitchy personality amongst all the performers here. but of course, that’s the complete opposite of who you really are, but somehow men dig women that would rather die than give them the time of day. you are performing at the end of the day. approximately three songs on your playlist come to an end when you notice the money piling up on the main stage. you definitely have enough for both your apartment bills and your next set of acrylic nails.

‘gentrify by da vosk docta’ begins to fill the room when you notice a woman leaving the bar and setting her eyes on you. surprisingly enough she walks to your stage, blatantly ignoring the others close by. your eyes remain firm on her as she makes herself comfy in one of the seats with a cute little table beside it, setting down her drink of what looks like vodka and lemonade. the woman’s gaze is cold yet hungry, and it’s almost as if you’re trying to catch her blinking. shooting her a slight smirk felt like the right thing to do before continuing the performance, her eyes almost burning into your skin.

you quickly notice her leaning closer to the stage with money between two fingers, wafting it slightly to get your attention. you quickly lean down and begin to seductively crawl on your hands and knees towards her, pressing your breasts together with your arms as you move. as if to keep up your fake act you reach up to snatch the money out of her hand but she only snaps her hand back faster than you can blink. you’re certain you heard her over the music tut at you, and she only lets you take the money after mouthing ‘sorry.’

you roughly shove the money down your bra just enough to keep it safe until your performance is over, teasingly pushing up your tits a couple times. no matter who came forward, this random woman stood out above them all. your flirtatious move only makes a smirk naturally appear on her face, noticing her adjust herself in her seat. as you lick your soft lips, you kneel down in front of the pole and slowly run your hands up your body towards your hair. you need to put a show on for this mysterious women.. there’s just something about her which undoubtedly turns you on, despite how unprofessional that is. maybe its her vibe or the suit she’s wearing- or honestly just everything. you’re minutes away from your dance ending so you simply couldn’t care less. this woman just tripled your income as if it was nothing.

“ah, already?” you think to yourself as the last song comes to an end, playfully shooting a shooing motion to the crowd like they’d expect from your character before collecting the rest of your money and walking off stage. you moved your hips like a model while you stepped towards the dressing room backstage, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you collapsed on a spare black lounger against the wall. the next girl to replace you was blonde and just as feminine as you, waving her off and untucking all the bills from the hems of your outfit. (which is probably as skimpy as it gets before it crosses a line.)

“how much?” the slightly deep voice practically echoes around the room after a minute of pure silence, the sound of a door clicking shut following it. your head shoots up, your eyes now set on the woman from the crowd. you don’t want to be rude, but she simply cannot be back here. “for what?”

“lap dance.” her response was as blunt as it gets, her gaze somehow even more hungry than before. although, you can’t blame her, you did go the extra mile to impress her tonight. followed by your head tilting to one side was a sudden frown, deeply inhaling before speaking.

“it’s usually $50 for 15 minutes. well- that’s what i’ve heard…” you’re never given one before, but that doesn’t mean people haven’t asked. it’s always gross men that would be happy with any woman here so getting out of it is light work. the woman only nods in response, swinging the door back open and holding it for you. not wanting to lose her during such a busy hour, you lightly grip her wrist and lead her towards the room made for these types of activities. there’s multiple lined up to one side of the building, all of which closed off with sliding doors for privacy, thank god.

the woman in the suit takes no time to sit down, leaning back before adjusting herself in her seat like before, manspreading like she owned the place. she seems like she could afford it, anyways. it’s always the same playlist that surrounds the lap dance booths, anyone inside luckily unable to hear the booming music from the main rooms outside. at least you can actually hear each others voices in here.

you begin your routine you most definitely made up on the spot, letting your bra straps fall below your shoulders as you turn your back to her, your ass now hovering over her lap. you begin swaying while simultaneously bending forward until you feel a firm grip on your hips which immediately make you freeze. with zero hesitation the woman pushes you down onto her, her nails digging into your skin so hard there’s no way it won’t leave a mark for a while.

“hey- you’re not allowed to touch, okay?” you yelp, trying to resist but failing. this woman is way too strong for you, you can’t even comprehend it. god she’s so hot, but this is so wrong… you could easily get fired for this if someone sees.

“i couldn’t help myself. look at you.” theres no way she’s being serious right now. your head immediately turns to look at her but being in your peripheral will have to do for now. the feeling of her hands on your bare skin is more than you’ve felt from anyone in a long, long time, and it’s driving you crazy. so simple yet so effective. you part your lips once more to start off your response with a shaky sigh, your hands resting on her thighs to support yourself the best you could. “alright, this is fine… but nothing else.” how weak, you can’t even keep to the rules for the first woman to put her skin against yours. tut tut.

“so, this isn’t fine?” her voice trails off at the end, jumping slightly when you feel her cold hands make their way up your body to cup your breasts. you don’t even know what to say at this point, your mind has turned foggy within seconds and theres no reversing it. “come on, pretty girl.” you squeeze your legs close due to the name she called you and your head drops, feeling a million things alongside both arousal and embarrassment in this moment. “i dont even know your name.”

“shin ryujin, baby.” her voice is now lower than before, her hot breath against the back of your neck making you shiver. naturally you give her your name in response but she squeezes your tits to cut your sentence short, claiming she knows who you are because shes been watching you from afar for days without you knowing. a soft whimper fills the room due to ryujin’s touch, a deep pink shade immediately flushing over your cheeks in embarrassment. once you feel her lips pressing sloppy kisses to your back and shoulders, you don’t even try to fight her undoing your bra, letting it fall to the ground with ease.

you decide to lean back into her and closely watch her dominant hand make her way to your core. teasingly, she runs her index finger across your clit from over your panties as light as possible, naturally making you buck up your hips as if to search for more friction. she continues to run light circles around it while taking one of your nipples between her thumb and finger with her free hand, your breathing hitching in response. you want to protest that this is wrong but it just feels too good to stop. you both want this.

“ryujin, please-“ you keep your voice as quiet as a whisper despite the room being soundproof, knowing you either need to stop this now or make it as quick as possible to refrain from someone coming to look for you. ryujin only hums in response, now twisting your nipple while pushing your panties to one side, the cold air against your pussy making you hiss. her fingers tease your entrance for a few moments, afterwards bringing up her hand to show you the string of your slick attached, a dark chuckle leaving ryujin’s lips.

“so wet for me already, baby.” she growled into your ear, slapping at your tit before sliding one finger into your entrance without any warning, making you audibly gasp and melt into her, a string of curse words escaping your lips already.

ryujin licked a strip up your neck with her tongue, now beginning to pump her fingers in and out of your aching cunt, not giving you a single second to adjust to it. as her pace increases the palm of her hand slaps against your clit, making you whine out loud in pleasure. “fuck- oh my god!” it’s not long until a second finger is added, your sweet noises shamelessly filling the room. ryujin groans the second she feels you clench around her fingers, not expecting you to get so close so soon but she honestly finds it cute.

“oh baby, you’re so needy..” the woman purs against your ear as she notices you begin to squirm on top of her, whining once more at her tone. her lips curl up against your soft skin, lightly laughing once she realises its most likely been over the 15 minute time slot. “wouldn’t it be a shame if someone walked in right now?” ryujin began to speak between your high pitched moans, “they’d see how much of a slut you are, huh?” you can only whine and tense up in response, a nod quickly following. whatever ryujin said or wanted you were eager to agree and oblige — everything about this was just so unbelievably hot you couldn’t hold yourself back whatsoever.

“that’s it, princess. aww, i bet you feel sooo good..” the other woman continued to tease, her left hand still groping your breast for extra simulation. the idea of someone finding you getting fucked by a stranger on the job only turns you on more. hell, you’d probably let them join in at this rate. the only thing present in your mind is getting fucked senseless, and god it feels amazing.

ryujin’s palm continues to slap into your clit as she thrusts her fingers into you, each harsh tap against it bringing you closer and closer to your climax. you’re so sensitive it’s insane, suddenly gripping onto the other woman’s wrist in a failed attempt to slow her down. as your chest rises and falls more rapidly than even a few moments ago, your eyes squeeze shut and your back arches up against her chest. “fuck im gonna- im so close!” your moans quickly turn into screams and your walls clench around ryujin’s fingers as you reach your climax, unexpectedly squirting all over her hand and the floor beneath you both. she made sure to fuck you the entire time you came on her lap, ending it with a few slaps to your swollen, sensitive cunt which only made you twitch and beg for her to stop. after a couple moments she moved her hands away, even the one from your tits, silently watching you push a little more squirt out despite the lack of touch.

“fuck, baby..” ryujin practically moaned as she spoke, moving her right hand up and towards your lips, hovering over them to ask for entrance before sticking two fingers in your mouth. “lick them clean, good girl. how do you taste?” god, she was driving you crazy. since your mind is still foggy all you can do to reply is whine and suck the fingers she fucked you with completely clean, eyes still closed in pure ecstasy. she’ll take that as a yes.

she luckily lets you catch your breath before lightly patting at your thigh to get you to stand up, looking down at the mess you made before turning to you with a fake sympathy frown. “poor girl has to clean on the job too.” she teased, taking her wallet out of the back pocket of her suit trousers and handing you another $100, leaving you completely stunned and numb yet still desperate for more.

“same time next week?”

[ittybittykittyfingers]

Winter Clothing Tips

I wanted to make a friendly and detailed list of stuff I've learned from living in a cold climate.

(Note that I do not have vegan-friendly options- suggestions with links to a vegan product's efficacy are welcome)

This stuff is common knowledge where I live but it occurred to me that it might be useful to someone if I laid it all out. I'll be updating this list if I think of more.

I absolutely adore winter and want to help you love it too! Cheers! List below.

• “Cotton kills!" You see, when cotton gets wet, it will suck warmth from your body and freeze on your skin surprisingly easily. Use wool in place of cotton because when wool gets wet, it will still insulate you.

• Know how to layer! Counterintuitively, having layers of thinner, high-quality materials is less bulky than having a single jacket or pair of gloves/socks. Plus, it has the added bonus of being able to be taken off and switched around according to your needs.

1. Base layer - this is the layer that touches your skin. You want this layer to be light, flexible, and moderately form-fitting. This layer's job is to be moisture-wicking. Sweat evaporates, even under layers, so you want something that will move it away so you don't feel the cooling effect. You also just don't want moisture on your skin. Real silk is recommended.

2. Mid layer - this layer can actually be as many layers as you want. I rarely need anything more than a knit merino wool sweater, but accommodate yourself. This layer does the brunt of the work of keeping you warm. Real, non-blended wool is recommended, but really any wool will be miles better than most anything else.

• make it a priority to keep your center warm. Many people choose a vest as a mid-layer as it keeps bulk off of your arms and keeps your middle toasty.

3. Shell - this layer keeps the warmth in and the elements out. Many people go for waterproof shells so they can be worn all year (i.e. rain jacket). Shells have little to no insulation and usually have a hood. You want the shell big enough to always cover your underlayers, but not so big that it bunches up. I don't have a material to recommend here since anything truly waterproof and tough enough to resist puncture will do. It can actually get hot under there so consider whether you might want a ventilation hole for your arm pits. There are plenty of options. Know that any shell which says it's both breathable and waterproof is lying (unless it's a super fancy item, like $300 fancy). Sometimes, a water resistant material will be better for you than a waterproof one. It depends.

• socks, socks, socks! A pair of silk foot liners paired with a good pair of wool socks will keep you comfy all day. Make sure your winter shoes/boots are a bit too big to accommodate the extra space that multiple socks take up. Make sure your socks are taller than the top of your boots. You want the socks sticking out from the top. I like to layer my foot liners the highest, then the wool socks a bit lower, than the top of my boot lower than that. You can always fold the top of socks to make them a comfortable height. (Pro-tip: do not use ankle socks! They will bunch up)

• The above logic should be used for gloves too. You'll want to make sure your shell gloves are waterproof but thin enough that you are able to use your hands. Again, the name of the game is staying dry.

• Waterproof, non-slip boots are a must. You don't need to get fluffy or insulated boots if you use my sock tips. This saves money too because now you have boots to wear all year instead of just winter boots. I'm a fan of Gore-Tex with Vibram soles.

• If you do a lot of walking on pavement and such, get a pair of crampons! There are tons to choose from. They're awesome. They'll have you confidently walking around a frozen driveway with ease. Crampons are these rubber and metal things you strap to the bottom of your boot. They often use either spikes (only recommended for seriously rough terrain) or coils that lay horizontally under your foot to increase traction.

• Speaking of footwear accessories, consider getting waterproof gators. Common wisdom is to tuck pants into your waterproof boots to keep them dry. Sometimes, especially if the snow is deep enough, snow will get trapped at the top of your boots where your pants are tucked in anyway and it'll start dripping into your boots. Gators fix this issue. They're these... they're like shin guards that go all the way around your ankle and up to your knee. They cover the area where your pants meet the boots and will completely prevent snow from getting in. (Pro-tip: if you get ones that are also puncture resistant, they can be used in nice weather too to prevent ticks and protect against snake bites. They're perfect for tall grass. I use mine all year.)

• Scarves are often overlooked but they can make a huge difference. You'll want to find a way to tie them that is comfortable for you. There are plenty of guides on the internet for that. I've found that extra long scarves tend to be the most useful. I like to stuff the ends of them into my layers for extra coverage wherever I need it. Plus, it's easier to tie long scarves.

• Get a good hat that also has ear flaps. I like ones that have space above my head so that a warm air pocket forms, keeping my head comfy. Or you could get a pair of earmuffs that go around the back of your head to pair with your hat. You can use the hood of your shell to protect your hat if you need to, so focus on comfort and warmth for the hat rather than it being waterproof or especially durable. I tend to like alpaca wool for hats.

• Sunglasses can make a difference since blinding light glares off of the snow.

• Before you go out in the snow, put one of those foldable clothes drying racks in your bathtub. Leave a watertight bin by the door you'll be coming in from. Lay a towel at the door if you don't have a good/big enough doormat. You'll be dripping water and littering the floor with snow and ice when you come back inside. Wipe off/ shake off as much snow from your person and knock your boots on the lip of the doorframe before coming inside (this logic works for cars too). Put your wet clothes in the bin. Change into whatever you need to. Bring the bin with you to the bathroom and hang up your articles on the clothes rack to dry. You can keep your boots in there too, just make sure the clothes aren't going to drip into the boots. If you want to get fancy, you can buy a cheap boot dryer to keep in the bathroom.

• Once you get inside after being out in the cold, remove your jacket immediately. It'll take you longer to warm up inside if you keep wearing your outdoor clothes.

• Quick buying tip- if you end up visiting somewhere that's cold a lot, be sure to check out a wealthy location's Goodwill and thrift stores. I've found amazing brands like Patagonia, Kool, and Spider there for cheap!

• TL;DR If there's any one thing I would want to impress upon you, it's that materials matter. You could be wearing 4 cotton sweatshirts and still be cold or you could wear one marino wool sweater with a rain coat and be toasty and comfy.

[dismas-n-dismay]

Please I need to see the ship kids? Is Laios a good uncle? Do they have scales/feathers or sharp teeth? Horns? Claws? (This series has me in a chokehold rn)

*SQUEEZES YOU IN MY GRASP*

I had to put everything under the cut because this is a hella long post so everyone else just look at these cute farcille babies and rock on

HI HOWDY!! Laios is obsessed with these little freaks (he would never call them that though cause he would literally die for them if needed) He’s essentially been right by Falin and Marcille’s side since day one when it came to the babies! He’s a surprisingly good uncle but definitely that one where he gives the kids gifts that the parents are like “YEAH NO- he’s 8 he doesn’t need a crossbow”

He definitely gives the kids little trinkets he gets from foreign dignitaries since I don’t picture Laios really liking all the gifts and gold and money people will give him to butter him up when he catches onto it. The cool monster stuff stays with him though, but he’ll let the kids look at anything cool he gets that he decides to keep for his personal collection. I like to imagine that when he holds them he always keeps them to the side of his hip, real mom type stance when he’s holding them.

Secondly, GREAT QUESTION!! They have a little bit of both! Haru (the cream colored baby) has feathery down covering his ears, chest, and wings as well as basically anywhere else that he isn’t scaly or covered in soon to be thought flesh. He’s more of a dragon from the waist down but bird from the waist up like Falin was.

His sister Haize (the apple red one) has the most scales! (But the least feathers out of the pair) Haize has more of that traditional dragon look and unlike Haru, she’s dragon basically to the neck up. She has scrawny little forearms that aren’t quite attuned to walking yet but once she grows they’ll become a lot more useful for the crawling around stage of her infancy! Haru will often try to climb on her back because he wants to be fast too- he’s only a little guy but he still hates that she got the extra limb genes where he didn’t.

Both have wings though the down that Haru has makes it a bit difficult for him to fly, though he really grows to enjoy flapping and the flutter of his wings! Haize has more sleek featherless dragon wings which make her flight process a bit easier, though her longer body means that her flying is quite silly (it’s like when you pick a cat up by their middle and they just dangle, imagine that but with flight and her trying to tuck her limbs in to have less weight pulling her down). Both have claws on their dragon halves as well as spikes/spines on their backs though only Haize has been born with the making for clawed hands, Haru grows into his later in life!

Really Falin and Marcille are glad that the kids are in relative captivity, Haru’s inherited the “head empty, no thoughts, tee hee” touden genes and they’re like 75 percent certain that he would get eaten if natural selection had its way - assuming Haize didn’t protect him ofc. Haru is very sleepy as a baby while Haize is very cranky. She likes to sleep on her back but her itty bitty dragon wings get cramped when she does and sleeping on her side isn’t as a comfy. Aside from that she just likes attention and being with her parents which is tough due to their jobs.

Haru has colic due to the light magic that manifests in his stomach pouch organ! He was born with an organ similar to the one red dragons have that allows them to breathe fire! It allows him to conjure and manifest light and can be weaponized if a dragon knows what they’re doing. Really it’s much more useful as bioluminescence for dragons who dwell in darker dungeons as it allows them to lure in prey and the pouch’s brightness grows as a dragon approaches somewhere stacked with mana and magic which is an easy way to find enemies or food! Typically light dragons are very powerful but a rare find as they’re often incredibly soft and unable to protect themselves as babies as well as their newly born pouches which let off a lot of glow due to basically incubating for a year or so and refuse to dampen until they learn to properly dispel their magic via spells. Not to mention how easy of a target it is for their obvious weak spot, one bad slash to the tummy and ur done.

Most dragon babies learn early as having that much magic in you hurts a LOT but Haru takes a lot while to learn it, though Falin soon learns that pressing on his stomach and conjuring her own light magic to siphon Haru’s own eases a lot of his tummy aches and pains.

(I got way more facts about these guys so if you wanna know more just send another ask!! :]!! /gen)

[nogenderbee]

hello may i request (if you didn't already did it) pjsk boys with a reader using their clothes? Thanks~♡♡ and good day/night !

Don't worry, I haven't done it till now! And honestly it's just a really cute prompt <3 so I hope you'll enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it ^^

Akito, Toya, Tsukasa, Rui with reader who wears their clothes

TagList: @vodka-glrl - come get your ginger tsundere~

@miya-akane - come get your ginger tsundere and calm coffee lover~

@alicewinterway18 - come get your future star!

@bleachtheidiot - come get your boys~

⊱ Akito always has do many jackets on him that he doesn't even wear so it shouldn't be the end of the world if you'd just borrow one, right?

⊱ so when he came back to his room after just leaving one of his jackets on his seat and saw you wearing it, he was shocked but not in a bad way or anything like that

⊱ he actually was really overwhelmed and found it cute that you like it but of course he couldn't just show it

⊱ at first he literally scolds you for taking his clothes without even asking and says that you should get your own clothes, and not steal his

"YN, if you didn't noticed, that's mine jacket. So take it off and give it back! If you like it so much, you can always buy one for yourself and not steal mine!"

⊱ despite his tsundere behavior in that situation, he secretly wants you to do it more often but won't admit it

⊱ so what's better way to convince to you to take his clothes than just leaving some clothes you might like in place you can easily reach for?

⊱ he'll leave so many clothes for you whenever you come that it's harder and harder to believe that he's not doing it on purpose

⊱ it actually was harder to get Toyas clothes than you might think since he always puts them either in his closet or keeps it on himself

⊱ but this time, you catched him putting his hoodie on his chair before going to take his coffee so of course you used that opportunity

⊱ when he came back and saw you wear his hoodie, he immediately assumed that you simply were cold, so he offered you blanket, coffee and really anything else you could need

"YN, are you cold? If so, you could've told me. I will get you a blanket and a little warmer hoodie if you want?"

⊱ it'll take you a little bit of explaining to him that it's not because you're cold hut just because you of whatever reason you decided to do it

⊱ after that he'll offer you some other of his hoodies or anything you'd like

⊱ because as long as his action makes you happy, he's happy as well

⊱ although if his clothes are too big or too small for you, he'll suggest going to shop together so you can pick some new comfy clothes for yourself and you won't have to steal his but he doesn't really mind

⊱ surprisingly Tsukasa is between keeping his clothes tidy and putting them on his bed or chair so how easy it'll be for you to catch his clothes will depend on the day

⊱ he'll usually put like his hoodie on his chair when he come backs tho so it's actually kind of easy for you to get your hands on it

⊱ when he walks in and sees that you're trying his clothes, he becomes literal blushing mess

⊱ sure, he thinks they suit you quite well but he still can't bare the fact that love of his life loves to wear his clothes, although he won't show how flustered he is

"Y-You look great! I mean... those ARE the clothes of true future star after all! And yours my partner so of course they suit you!!"

⊱ he definitely leaves some more clothes that he thinks might suit or be comfortable for you

⊱ after he becomes more used to it, he definitely mentions idea of matched outfits here and there or exchanging some clothe from each other wardrobe

⊱ if your clothes are too small for him tho, he'll be happy to just wear something like a ribbon or any other decoration you use for your outfits

⊱ you can't tell me that Rui doesn't put his clothes in most random places, that's why it was actually so easy for you to get your hands on them

⊱ when he enters his room and sees you in his clothes, that's the place you'll die because he won't ever stop teasing you

⊱ bonus points if his clothes are way too big for you because he'll have even more reasons to tease you about

"Aww now look what we got here~ Did you really missed me so bad that you needed my clothes? You do look pretty cute, I have to say! You really should steal my clothes more often!"

⊱ after enough teasing tho, he'll compliment how cute you look and suggest you try another clothe if the one you're wearing right now is literally way too big for you

⊱ but oh boy, if you agree, he'll take so many pictures of you and even talk about you to his group

⊱ after that he'll leave some of his clothes on chair or bed even more often saying that he's just too lazy to put it in the closet but true reason is that he wants to see you in them

⊱ if you think he's not flustered at all, you're wrong, he actually slightly blushed for a second when he first saw you

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[crystallizsch]

ian, i have a question regarding your ocs if you don’t mind!! we often see your ocs in their nrc uniforms or in event outfits, but what would their everyday outfits look like and/or how would they dress if they could get their hands on their dream wardrobe (i.e. no limitations by idk… being whisked into a new world with no money or belongings)? in the same vein, do any of them have body mods like piercings or tattoos?

partially motivated by the aspect that clothing can reveal a lot about a person/character and one of my first questions for ocs being “okay now what piercings does this dork have” :>

also hiiii new moot, i’m still super giddy about that :]

OO HI HI THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO THINK ABOUT CASUAL OUTFITS HERE THEY BE 💥💥💥

okay uh unskippable monologue below the cut beware because i just went on a design/outfit tangent hfndndjd

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SURPRISINGLY (other than in her intro post) i think i’ve only drawn yuusha in her main casual fit in these posts with jamil -> (💜) (💜) (💜) where they’re in kinda like their silly dating arc which i dont know where to place in their relationship timeline so i just figured it’s an au of some sort

(firstly i’m not 100% aware of fashion/clothing terms so forgive me, i’m just gonna use the generic terms)

ANYWAYS yuusha loves loose fits or just generally clothing that feels comfy and breathable if that makes sense, especially around her upper torso because sometimes it makes her feel self-conscious that she doesnt have a noticeable chest.

the way i would describe her casual clothing is just like- effortless-looking clothing while still managing to look nice/pretty/fashionable somewhat. she dresses for comfort AND style.

she’s fine with tight/flexible pants though, like leggings so she can move around more freely and that it’s breathable.

other than that, overall she just likes casual/warm/cozy fits that aren’t too “loud” like, just monochrome and soft colors.

but when it comes to special events, she’s more confident in dressing like a gentlemanly lady killer while still keeping that feminine vibe bc what better way to channel your feminine prowess is by beating the guys at their own game.

personally i could never do piercings/tattoos but i LOVE seeing them on others. (for piercings the most im kinda comfy having/giving my ocs with is ear piercings but otherwise it’s awesome seeing different kinds of piercings/tattoos when it comes to others) so for yuusha, i think the most she’d be willing is a few tattoos and some ear piercings.

also omg matching couple tattoos aaagh maybe i’d give yuusha and jamil one post-nrc

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fun fact: when i was designing yuuna, their features weren’t usually my go-tos when making personas (the only thing was my usual was hairstyle and eye color) bc i thought i’d be over and done with twst after a bit (but look where i am now and yuuna had quite grown on me 😔)

theyre my pink barbie doll where i channel all the whimsy, cutesy fashion choices that i wish i could wear lmao 😭

similar to yuusha, they’d wear anything regardless of gender presentation. but their preference leans towards more feminine.

yuuna’s fashion choices are definitely more “loud” like more patterns, more brighter colors, etc. anything to stand out. (i know it doesn’t show in the doodle i did but hfbdjsjs i love outfit designs but i'm not super skilled in that area yet) they also like warm/cozy outfits but instead of monochrome colors, it’ll be more colorful.

and if THEY COULD, i can see them in various kinds of lolita fashion. yuuna would absolutely walk around in those if they could.

(thanks again to @/0honeybones0 for the name dividers 🙏💕)

[bruciemilf]

A Ratatouille type AU where Bruce takes his tentative first steps into detectivism.

Gotham's so massively drowned out in crime that he's barely making a scratch surface level.

But you know who does know Gotham? Knows every nook and cranny among the narrows? Knows no fear? Stole Batman's tires when no one had the guts to?

Jason fricking Todd.

" Wait, -- no no, that's not when Penguin makes his deliveries anymore. That's when the pigs buy from him and take everything for free. You're gonna wanna bust him tomorrow, genius,"

"Jason," Bruce weights his trust carefully. " If I let you go... Are we in this together?"

Jason snorts, imaginary spit in his hand, shakes Bruce for it. And then runs. Leaving Bruce in a golden street light. Leaves him staring with his shoulders down.

"Oh, brother."

It's a pretty good deal; Jason gives him tips, he gets a comfy, puffy head, fresh food, and surprisingly?

Lots of hugs. Sunshine kisses on his nose and cheek and forehead.

" And how," Alfred rubs his temples around Bruce so much Jason thinks it's a reflex at this point, " Will you explain to the public why Batman carries around a sidekick with a curfew?"

" An unjust curfew."

" Jason will work at the Batcomputer."

" On my batchair, sipping on some bat-hot chocholate, from my bat mug. I mean, -- it's Gotham. We're not going anywhere."

Except. Lex Luthor, as most middle aged men who grew up with too much freedom and too little consequences, never learned what a rejection is.

"...The justice league?"

" Yeah, hot shot! I mean, you've been giving us some issues in the popularity department, my friend," He doesn't like the smirk on Lex's smile; As if he owns the whole world and wants to own him, too,

" The people are crazy for Superman punching a nazi, -- I don't like violence in my politics, but agree to disagree, -- Flash running for charity, Wonder Woman visiting some dying kid at the hospital. Everyone likes them. But nobody trusts them. They trust you."

" And it'd look very good for you to have a human on your team. After... That happened."

That includes the suspicious assassination of his political rival. Bruce begins to suspect its not suspicious at all.

" Bingo! See? I know a showbiz kid when I see one. Superman can show you the ropes. Guy's a better liar than me. That's saying something."

Jason's voice is protective and hissing like an angry viper in his ear, " I don't like this, Bruce. Don't take the deal."

But Bruce wanted to meet Superman outside of his city. Wanted to weight the risks. Wanted to see how big the man behind the symbol really is, and If humanity's lifespan is ended at one bad day.

So he accepts. And Superman Is nothing like he expected.

Passionate, angry, and uncomfortably handsome. That's who's got Bruce pinned to a wall, staring with barely surpassed annoyance,

" When I think he can't go lower, he surprises me."

" We're in this together, superm-"

" Oh no no no no. Your position as a citizen was secured the second someone shoved that silver spoon in your mouth. I didn't suffer years under that sentient ballsack so a tax dodging bastard like you can just walk in here, --"

" But I'm no--"

" I know who you are, Wayne. You're a troubled brat who gets what he wants. But I'm not daddy, or mommy, or your seriously scary butler. So if you wanna survive out here, you play by OUR rules. Got. It?"

"...Tell him to shove the biggest piece of kryptonite up his a--"

" We get it."

Superman's brow quirks, "We?"

" Me and my...Mental illness."

"...You're a weirdo, Wayne. I hope you know that much, at least."

[joojeans]

ok who is an ass guy and a boobs guy..... i feel like k is both 😭 and yuma is ass?

hi lovey! i don't write for yuma atm but i'll answer this for everyone else ♡

&team hyung line: boobs vs. ass men

k: i think k likes both but, surprisingly, i think he's a boobs guy the more i think about it. like he's no stranger to groping your ass or giving it a smack (often, even), but your boobs are just so accessible to him and therefore he thinks about them all the time. he always notices how they look in whatever you're wearing, he buries his face in them when he wakes up in bed with you. he'll lean down and press kisses to the exposed tops of them when you wear a low cut shirt/dress. he likes that he can see your nipples getting hard when he touches them. it's fulfilling for him to be able to visually and physically see your response.

fuma: ass. hands on your ass at all times i fear. he's a gentleman, so it's not always sexual, but his hands feel most comfortable there. you'll have your arms around his neck and his hands will be in your back pockets. when you straddle him, he's holding you by the ass. 100% the type to smack your ass when he walks past you. will "accidentally" drop something when you're wearing something short and ask you to pick it up for him fjsdfaf. likes to eat you out from the back so he can spread your cheeks with his big hands uGH

nicholas: both, definitely both. if you ever asked him to pick, he'd tell you that you were asking him to choose between the two loves of his life. an absolute whore for grinding himself against your ass out of the blue just because your ass was looking particularly inviting. will kiss and bite your plush cheeks until he's left his mark. same with your boobs. lots of pretty love marks from nicholas. likes to stand behind you in the mirror when you're checking out your outfit, head on your shoulder, hands up your shirt and holding your boobs. loses his mind when you suffocate him with your boobs while riding him.

euijoo: ok, hear me out on this one. it's both. he feels more comfortable openly loving your boobs, but your ass makes him feral. like your boobs... comfy pillows, fun to have his mouth on, perfect to hold when he's spooning you. very soft attachment to them. but your ass? the nasty part of euijoo is drooling. if you're blatantly flirting with him, the first place his hand will go is to the back of your thigh, sliding up to your ass. he'll be taking fistfuls any time it's available to him when you're fucking. soft juju likes titties, filthy ej likes ass.

cr. cafekitsune for mdni banners ♡

[kisscara]

12. shopping spree! [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

this was awkward, to say the least. seeing each other in casual clothing was awkward. just standing there was awkward.

"hi," you laugh with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood and thank the archons above, it does. scaramouche huffs, "let's go. we don't have all day." you catch up to him as he begins walking.

for a thursday after classes, the mall was surprisingly packed. you had hoped the opposite since this would possibly make the time seem longer.

scaramouche takes a glimpse at you. his lips scrunch up as a sign of his rising embarrassment. '(name) in such comfy wear... this is insane.' he reaches up to rub his eyes as if ridding himself of a delusion.

you wring with your hands and hum. "so... what type of music do you listen to, scaramouche?" you ask, trying to start a conversation. scaramouche removes the headphones from his ears and places it around his neck to hear you better.

he quickly searches for an answer when his eyes catch sight of an ad on the overhead screen in the mall. "vocaloid!" scaramouche hurriedly exclaims in a frenzy. you tilt your head in confusion. he felt his whole world come crashing down. he loves hatsune miku, sure, but not as much as he loves you.

nevermind that, if he had to be honest, their music was nothing compared to your immaculate drumming skills. to scaramouche, no one could outshine 5O5 and especially you.

"oh! that's interesting!" you two instantly fall silent after that weird talk. however, something else was on scaramouche's mind.

scaramouche's eyes sparkle as he watches you, determined. '(name) is so kind and knows how to handle these types of things like a pro. as expected of them.' he clears his throat and queries, "is this the music store you go to?"

you wordlessly nod and follow him inside. you're immediately met with the wonderful smell of different instruments when you step foot within the premises. you swore you could recognize it from a mile away. you take a deep inhale and exhale in content.

"(name)!" a small, red-eyed, blonde haired girl greets you and scaramouche at the doors. she gleefully giggles, "i missed you!" you welcome the girl into your arms and grin. "have you been a good girl, klee?" klee eagerly nods.

from behind the front counter, barbara leans over it. "good afternoon, (name) and..." her eyes go wide and she yelps, "student council president!?" klee gasps, "no way, he's the president?" a brunette passes by with a box of what appears to be carrying music catalogues.

"student council president," xinyan corrects klee and heads to the counter. klee looks up at scaramouche. he tries to give her his most sincere gaze but of course, it comes off intimidating toward the little girl. klee shivers and makes a face at him.

scaramouche's finger wavers as he points to the pouty girl with a grimace, "do you know them?" you chuckle, "these are my friends, barbara, xinyan and klee. barbara and xinyan are second years at our school and klee is barbara's cousin while xinyan is barbara's best friend."

scaramouche hums in a disinterested way. "i see." he puts his fingertips together and faces you, "now, about those gloves." you startle and nervously grin. 'i totally forgot about that...!'

klee tugs at your sweater's sleeve. "come with klee, (name)! klee will show you what gloves to get 'cause klee already knows your size!" she gives you a proud look and you find it hard not to smile at how cute she's being.

klee begins dragging you away and scaramouche gawks, "hey, kid, they're supposed to stay with me!"

he rushes after you and the three of you stop in a certain aisle. klee pulls the wooden stool closer to her and gets on top of it. her frilly, bright red summer dress ruffles as she reaches up to get the perfect gloves for you.

klee points out, "we're having a discount today on all things related to the drums but not including the drums itself. for example, gloves, drumsticks, snare cases and et cetera. if you purchase this, your total would be thirty dollars but because of our special fifty percent off discount, it will go down to-"

xinyan covers her mouth, earning a mouthed 'thanks' from scaramouche.

"scaramouche, do you like spending time with little kids?" now that you've bought the gloves, you and scaramouche are simply strolling about the mall. it won't hurt to have a little bit of free time, right? scaramouche ponders for a few moments. "yeah, i do. makes me miss taking care of my baby sister."

your pupils dilate in surprise. "i never knew you had a sister. or any siblings, at that." you smile at him and his face goes red. scaramouche rubs his neck, muttering, "i have two sisters, actually. one of them is in middle school and the other one is my twin."

"you have a twin!? that's so cool!" you gleefully clasp your hands together, the bag containing the drummer gloves trapping between your forearm and your arm. scaramouche smugly smirks, "what do you think, (name)? am i the better twin?"

you get caught off guard by his sudden inquiry. you think for a bit. "i haven't met your twin yet, so i can't really decide," you murmur. he pauses before gesturing, "well, she looks like me but as a female. she's into fashion and would have a mental breakdown if she chipped a nail. basically my polar opposite, minus the anger issues."

it's great he's self aware.

"mm... then i'd choose you as the better twin." you add, "you're very responsible and even though you don't show it much, i know that deep down, you care about your friends." you happily chirp, "you wouldn't have let me buy this off of the school funds if we weren't friends, right?"

scaramouche's ears go red. he tries to play it off and shrugs, "sure. anyways, do you want something to eat?" his offer makes you knowingly smile. "i thought you said we were only going to buy this." you shake around the bag and he scoffs, "it's on me, so it's not apart of the school funds."

"i'm just borrowing money left and right." you clench your fist and weep, "if only i wasn't so broke... i'll pay you back, i promise!" scaramouche impotently waves, "stop being so dramatic before i change my mind. now let's go before the food court closes."

you never would have imagined eating with scaramouche, in public, just the two of you! to any bystanders, it might seem like a date. the idea makes your heart pound even faster as countless other thoughts race within your mind. for sometime now, you've been taking small bites, still embarrassed about this whole situation.

scaramouche rests his head in his hand while fidgeting with the straw in his glass of water. "(name), what's it like, being apart of a band?" and thank God he starts a conversation because you were starting to feel as though you were going to piss yourself, sitting there in silence.

"it's fun! i've made a lot of memories with them, but even though we're in a band, they're still my best friends before they're my members. yun jin is the band leader, so you should really talk to her about the whole band experience since she handles most of our events with our manager," you say, now feeling comfortable enough to eat.

for a split second, scaramouche contemplates on his next question. "what do you think about your fans?"

you raise a brow and ask, "like, solely my fans or the band's fans in general?" scaramouche takes a sip from his glass and adds, "yours." you sheepishly laugh, "to be honest, i think i have very few. the drummer tends to go unnoticed and i guess i'm okay with it since..."

you tap at your chin, "this one time, our keyboardist, ayaka, actually had a crazy fan of hers. he was totally psycho, 'cause he even followed her places and took pictures of her whenever he got the chance. she had to file a lawsuit against him and all of this happened last year."

scaramouche gulps. he's not like that... right?

"the thought made me, well, not just me, but the rest of the members angry as well. we never revealed it to our fan base and the public, but that's the reason ayaka had to go on a three month hiatus. can you believe the audacity of that guy? honestly, i'd rather have no fans at all than thousands and not knowing who's a total creep."

after dumping all of that on scaramouche, he began feeling queasy.

would he ever reveal the truth about himself being your fan from the start? there is a difference between obsession and just pure admiration. however, would you be able to understand that?

scaramouche likes you for your dedication to your band and your impressive drumming skills as well as your personality.

but would you get the wrong idea and think that he only likes you for who you are on that stage, holding those drumsticks, or for being the person you truly are?

scaramouche could barely enjoy the rest of the day with you after that. it constantly plagued his mind of what would happen should you mistaken him for such a jerk like that?

he's gotten this far and it might as well be over for him at this point. but then again...

"scara, you can have the other charm! now we're matching, see?" you wave around the angry kitty charm while you place the cute looking puppy one in his palm. "this one's you and that one's me. it matches us, right?" you giggle as you begin to attach it to your phone.

the two of you had gotten it at the arcade and scaramouche just couldn't say no to you wanting to go there.

scaramouche does the same with his phone and smiles. "yeah, it does fit us."

he can worry about all of that later. besides, he has a choice whether to reveal the truth or not, so why not just hide it from you? although by now, he should know that the truth itself never stays buried for long.

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what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

© kisscara