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devilfruitwriter · 1 year ago

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falls in love easily {Taz Skylar}

Summary: Life comes at you fast, and often in uncertain ways, at least that's what you find yourself thinking when it's almost five in the morning and you're waiting for the cast of the upcoming Live Action One Piece Netflix show in their makeup trailer, and you realise you might have finally found your people. (And the way you try not to think about how you might genuinely be falling for the actor who you've been joking about being in love with since day one.)

Need to Know: They/Them Reader. Makeup Artist!Reader. Fluff through vignettes. No use of Y/N.

A/N: 3424 words. Unedited and probably a mess but I love him your honor. Now idk if it's good, but I hope you enjoy it. There's mentions of drinking. Let me know what you think, or if you have any prompts for Taz or any of the rest of the cast! <3

Taglist is always open, please comment or message me to be added! xx

Taz has started bringing you coffee, and damn if you don't love him for it.

"Don't let it go to your head; they love everyone," Emily rolls her eyes but her expression is fond. You stick your tongue out at her, still cradling your steaming take away cup with both your hands, looking between them in the makeup trailer they share with you and Emily's makeup artist.

"Yeah but me the most," Taz sits a little higher in his chair, his smug little smile is levelled at his co-star, though you see his gaze flick to you and the grin you're trying to hide behind the rim of your cup, "that's the point of the coffee, isn't it?"

"You have a few other redeeming qualities," you chime in, struggling not to laugh at the whole situation, especially as Taz makes a show of practically preening at your decidedly backhanded praise.

"Told ya," he's outright beaming now, "loves me the most, as they should."

"As I should?" You hear the disbelief in your own voice rise as you lower your cup, crossing your free hand over your chest.

"Obviously," Taz, however, does not seem phased by your indignance, looking at you with wide, bright eyes, like it's the most simple thing in the world, "you're my makeup artist, if you loved one of them more I'd consider that a great betrayal of our bond."

Emily can no longer contain her laughter.

You take a moment to ponder and sip the coffee he'd brought you, mulling over his words.

"I've known Emily longer," you pointed out, though Taz shook his head, managing to keep his composure and keep up with the bit.

"And I've worked with other makeup artists in the past; what matters is the here and now," he says with an almost believable sincerity, "and here and now, I love you the most, and I buy you coffee, and I'm gonna be real sad if you don't say it back." Endeared by his antics, the words tumble from you -

"Of course I love you the mostest -"

"- the mostest! -" he echoes under his breath with a pleased kind of triumph.

"- the mostest? -" Emily, however, has her whole face scrunched up, muttering amid her laughter like she can't quite believe she'd heard you say that.

"Of course I love Taz the mostest -" you doubled down, now outright grinning, "not that it should have to be stated; this is a well established love affair we've got going on here, was that not clear?" Gesturing between yourself and Taz, who's once again looking particularly pleased with the bit, the two of you share an amused look before both turning to Emily in the makeup chair beside you both. She gives you both a thin, amused smile, her laughter having died down.

"Oh it's clear," she smirks at him, "considering that even Kiki won't swap trailers with me -" though there's no real malice behind it.

"You have not asked Kiki to swap with you," Taz rolled his eyes good-naturedly, "you love us."

"And we love you," you assured her, playing up the saccharine quality of your voice once more.

"But not as much as you love each other," she pointed out.

"Obviously," Taz nodded, right as you agreed;

"That goes without saying."

(Later, when you ask him how he takes his coffee, he cracks an eye open where he's relaxing as you're laying his wig for the day, slight smile on his lips, telling you that's not how this works.

Music fills the little trailer in the in-between moments, loud enough that Emily and her own makeup artist can't hear the specifics of your conversation. You give pause, waiting for the spirit gum to dry, echoing his words back to him as a question, amused at his apparent courteousness. He nods, now watching you, as if confused by your question.

"How am I meant to let you know I love you otherwise?" You snickered, playing off the earlier joke. It did the trick, however, as he huffed a quiet laugh of his own. Still, he tells you how he takes his coffee, and you, triumphant, turn to the counter for your next product.

"Or you could just say," he adds after a moment, and you can't help but freeze. You don't even need to be looking at him to hear him grinning - this moment is doing strange things to the affectionate feeling in your chest, but you do your best to ignore it. Turning back, his eyes are closed again, settled back in his seat, waiting as patient as ever.

"That's too easy," you hope he can tell you're smiling too.)

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"I'm so sorry, love," Taz is leaning against the side of your trailer, cigarette in one hand, and blue, plastic lighter in the other, "my lighter's dead, you don't happen to have one?"

After being called in even earlier than usual to assist with Jeff's Buggy makeup for the shoot today, it takes you a moment to catch up. It takes you a moment, and a yawn, but you reach into one of the side pockets of your backpack.

"Yeah, gimme a sec," you mumble through your yawn.

"Fuckin' love you," Taz mutters gratefully, shoving his own, empty lighter into his back pocket, "I know it's a filthy habit but -"

"I don't judge," you shrug, finally handing over the lighter that had been buried in the bottom of the pocket. Instead of heading in, however, you joined him, leaning against the trailer, tipping your head back to look at the lilac sky as it began to turn gold.

The quiet spark, pop, sizzle of the cigarette isn't an unfamiliar sound given the industry you work in. Taz thanks you quietly as he hands back the lighter, and you give a tired smile in return; you had an energy drink and probably a coffee waiting in your trailer but you would rather take these few moments of peace where you could get them.

"I thought you vaped," you mused after a moment. Taz makes a noncommittal noise as he breathes out a lungful of smoke.

"Left it in the accommodation," he admitted. He offers the cigarette, but you shake your head, "probably smart, like its a bad habit, yeah, but also I don't exactly know where this came from, I found it in the bottom of my bag, it's..." he gives a thin, self deprecating smile, "questionable."

"Sounds like a you-problem, my guy," you tell him, shifting over to lean against his shoulder, closing your eyes for the moment. You hear him laugh and agree, and a comfortable silence stretches out between you.

"It definitely is," he agrees after a moment, "can I ask why you carry a lighter with you if you don't smoke? Not that I'm not grateful -"

"That's why."

"What?"

"In case someone needs a lighter."

"That's sweet, that's very lovely."

"I do try," you hum with a slight smile. After a moment, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, continuing to blow smoke into the wind, away from you.

"You doing alright, love?"

"Always," you sigh, leaning into him in the moment, "I'll be alright, I just need to get some caffeine into me."

"Coffee's waiting for you inside," he told you warmly, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

"Yeah," you mumbled, before admitting, "I like hanging out with you though."

You can't bring yourself to open your eyes and gauge his reaction, but he doesn't let you go.

(He keeps borrowing your lighter. Sometimes it's those early mornings, sometimes it's on set, during the few scenes where Sanji's smoking; before anyone else he'll come to you. You start carrying your lighter in your pocket just in case.

"So you've just given up on having a lighter of your own?" You teased, lighting the herbal cigarette they were using for filming.

"Why would I need one? I've got you," he smirks back, and damn he's just as charming in character as he is out of it. "Thanks, love," he wraps you up in a one-armed hug, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before the cast and crew is called to stand by for the shot.

Taz is the kind of affectionate you could really see yourself getting used to, and he's definitely taken notice.)

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Between the wig, the makeup, and covering up his tattoos, Taz's spends just over an hour in your makeup chair, depending on how much of Sanji will be seen on any given day.

"Scenes like today might be my favourite," You're working diligently away, already a half hour into your routine and mind on autopilot as you take Taz's hand to keep it still while you added product to your brush. You hadn't even realised you'd said that out loud until he responded.

"Scenes like today?" His voice is gentle but amused; you can hear him smiling but can't bring yourself to meet his gaze, suddenly feeling flustered that you'd voiced that thought at all. "Come on, love, you can't just say that, what d' you mean by that?" And it takes you a moment of deliberation to decide if you want to answer honestly, applying concealer to his tattoos as you feel yourself grow flustered.

"I like all your scenes," you mutter dismissively, "I feel lucky that I get to see so much of the show being filmed." Which isn't a lie, you're on standby on set to touch up makeup throughout the days, and you love the production and what you've seen of the show thus far... but it's also not the whole truth, and you know Taz can tell.

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and when you look up finally, you can see the way he's smiling, but he's thankfully not looking at you. For a moment, you're glad Emily's not filming until later in the day, her call time not for several hours, so it's just you and Taz, and his playlist to fill the silence. But you make the call to swallow your embarrassment and voice the compliment that had been idling in your mind.

"I like watching you cook on set the most," you say without a hint of hesitation, and he looks to you quickly, almost like he's surprised by your honesty, but you weren't finished, "I know you've really immersed yourself in the role and put in a lot of effort and training; it really shows, especially when you fight and when you cook." There's something in the way he's looking at you that starts to overwhelm you, and you have to break the moment, break eye contact, go back to covering his tattoos or your not sure what you might do. Even your tone shifts, a little flustered, a little awkward, a little jarring after how sure you'd just been, "I, you know, I appreciate you and stuff, but you knew that."

There was a warmth to the silence that followed. When you finally sat back to grab the colour correction pallet, you could see Taz still watching you with genuine affection in his gaze.

"You're very kind," he says softly.

"Nah, it's just true," you huffed an awkward laugh.

"Don't hit me with that 'nah, it's just true' shit," he snorted, shaking his head, "you're being very kind and I appreciate that," he told you with firm honesty, matching the tone you'd addressed him with just moments ago, "lemme cook you dinner some time, 'cos I have been practicing," he agrees with pride, "and I'd take any excuse to show off, 'specially to you."

"Thought we established that I already love you, you don't have to prove anything to me," you ducked your head as you loaded your brush with product, unable to keep the grin from your face.

"Yeah, but this love-bit is a two way street."

"Okay," you said after a pause, finally meeting his gaze once more, and your smile grows wider.

"Okay?" Matching your excited energy, Taz grins widely at you, and you nod.

"Yeah, dinner, eventually," you laughed, "whenever we both are up for it. I'd really like that."

Something is... different now. Something has changed. Taz can't help but mention, as you're securing his wig, that it's going to be hard for him to think of anything but your kind words during filming today. Sheepishly you apologise, but he waves you off quickly - nothing to apologise for, he assured you.

But something is different.

(The silly, little fantasies you've been having on occasion, or more accurately, have been trying to ignore on occasion, have only gotten worse.

And more domestic.

They leave you feeling that kind of giddy-sick and unprofessional, the kind of daydreams that remind you at two in the morning that you should be sleeping and really shouldn't have a crush on your coworker.

Except you can't stop picturing small moments, like a sunlit, mid-morning, music playing on your laptop, the two of you moving around each other to make breakfast together on your day off. Or sharing quiet conversations and laughter while making dinner and -

When you both finally have a night off, he mentions how he's invited some of the other cast members to join you both. You've never been so relieved and disappointed all at once.)

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Lines and jokes get messy and blurry; late nights on set, Taz almost falling asleep in your makeup chair as you're removing his wig for the day, nights out that both he and Emily invite you to, and a burgeoning friendship with the rest of the cast, and quiet moments spent in the back of Ubers lamenting how early you all have to get up the next day.

Usually you're the first one to bail, considering you're usually getting calling in even earlier than the cast, but some of the more responsible ones, or the other members of crew who have been roped into these various shenanigans, will split the Uber bill with you. The others all seem to understand why you have to leave early, but still, they're sad to see you leave.

What you tell absolutely none of them is that your self restraint is wearing incredibly thin when it comes to Taz already, and you know you're so close to doing something you can't take back.

Because he gets somehow more tactile when you're all out together; his arm around you, kisses your temple, your cheek, elated to see you whenever you meet up again after any amount of time. The way he laughs, the way he just talks to you, making you feel like you're the most important person in the world in the moment he gives you his focus and attention, and your brain gets all giddy and foggy when he calls you 'my love'.

So you need to leave, before you do too much, or say too much... well, too much more.

("My love -" and there it is again, his voice above the music, cutting through the crowd where he's spotted you.

"Yes, my darling Taz," you greet him with a sunny smile and open arms as an invitation to join you. Beside you in the booth, Emily and Inaki are playing slaps, and somehow neither are doing well, but thankfully they're both enjoying themselves.

Taz slides seamlessly into the booth beside you, pressed up to your side. Immediately his focus is stolen by his castmates' various yells and shrieks and slaps, and he half drapes himself across you and the table in front of you to get closer to their game. You don't even really mind, simply enjoying the moment, his proximity, and trying to figure out how long before you should head home. These three have the day off tomorrow, but you've been called in to assist with the hair and makeup for Mihawk.

"You're thinking very hard," Taz muses, as if remembering on whom he was leaning. Giving him a nudge, you grin.

"Just got work tomorrow unfortunately -"

Emily pats you sympathetically on the shoulder, Inaki immediately shouts that she's cheating, his eyes bright and wide. You push Taz back so he's no longer half-leaning over you to instead offer your shoulder to Inaki; he gives a decisive pat and declares he and Emily even, while you lament that you should probably hit the hay.

Emily and Inaki put their game on hold to say goodbye, Emily hugging you tightly and telling you to message when you got back to your accommodation, before they returned their focus to each other, and trying to pick a new game. Taz slides from the booth, giving you room to get out, and walks with you to the door.

"Surely you're not leaving," you grinned, but he's already shaking his head, throwing an arm around your shoulders as you get out onto the street.

"Making sure you make it to your taxi, or Uber, or whatever, okay."

"My hero," you teased, but still pulled out your phone to order your ride back to the hotel. Taz is humming something to himself that you can't quite pick all the while, "should be here in three minutes," you say softly, turning your attention back to him for the moment. The sight of his affectionate, smiling face has something softening in your heart - "you don't need to stay out here, I'll be fine, the bouncer's -"

"I work hard to my top ranking with you," Taz tried to muster up as much seriousness as he could, but it only served to endear you further, "no way I'm letting something happen in these three minutes and you end up liking some fuckin' bouncer more than me."

What you want to say is 'that will never happen'.

What you actually do is kiss him.)

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It's not nothing.

This thing between you both is something, but you're not quite sure what. Because at first neither of you talk about what happens on those nights out, or how it keeps happening, but it never feels strange when you see each other at work. Still you tease each other endlessly, and there's something about the way he tries not to laugh when you're doing some kind of nonsense bit while doing his makeup, and how you'd fallen asleep against each other when Inaki invited people over to hang out and watch movies together.

Somehow after the wrap party, you, the main cast, and a few other members of the crew all ended up back at your accommodation. Most had left in the wee hours of the morning, but Inaki's passed out on your sofa, and a few of the other makeup artists had decided to squeeze into your bed like sardines, while you and Taz haven't moved from the wicker armchair on your balcony for hours.

The sunrise paints him golden in this moment you never want to end.

He's halfway through telling a story that has you practically wheezing, and you want to tell him that you'll miss him, miss these moments, miss whatever it is the two of you are, that you might actually love him, but instead what comes out is -

"You bastard, you know you've ruined me for other actors," you're beaming from ear to ear, watching the sun rise, and you hear him practically giggling as he leans against you.

"My grand plan has succeeded then."

"Grand plan?"

"Grand plan," he confirmed with a slight nod, "since I met you and you pointed at me," he points out to the horizon for emphasis, "and you said I was going to do great things with this role, even though you'd barely even met me; I've been gone for you ever since," he admitted with a snort of laughter, as if embarrassed by the recollection.

"You what?" You shifted back, eyes wide with surprise, only to be met with Taz's confused smile, like obviously.

"You've been nothing but a support this entire time, how is this a surprise?" He chuckled; seeing how obviously flustered you were becoming, his smile softened to something endeared, "you make yourself very easy to love, you know that, right?"

So much is running through your head at once, a million things you'd like to say, questions you have, what-ifs you could dwell on, but you don't.

"Oh thank god," you breathe, wrapping your arms around him, "I love you too," you're beaming until you're kissing him, this moment golden and absolutely perfect.

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miguelhugger2099 · 11 months ago

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God, I can imagine the situation with Punk! Miguel when he became a father. It’s just that he can literally get a drawing of his daughter on his body, and it will look like some kind of blot, but he will be literally proud of this tattoo, just like a tattoo that is a print his daughter's finger.

But here's the situation. Let’s imagine that some person looks at Miguel’s tattoo and says, “What kind of weakling can give you the number of the artist who will cover it up?” Miguel is literally torn to strike the person opposite but then says “This is my daughter’s drawing”

Punk Dad!Miguel with his family out on the beach.

Punk Dad!Miguel with his two favorite girls: his wife in a cute baby blue lacy bikini and his little girl in an adorable pink tankini with flowers.

Punk Dad!Miguel who looks out of place with his bright sunshine girls while he’s covered in tatts and piercings, tall and strong and very clearly watching out for the two most important people in his life.

Punk Dad!Miguel who keeps an eye on you two while you play with Gabriella in the water. His shades covering his sensitive eyes while he sips on a coca cola under the umbrella, legs spread apart comfortably.

Punk Dad!Miguel who groans internally when the father beside him tries to talk to him again. A family of four where his wife is also juggling with two toddlers. The husband? Sitting on his ass.

“Gotta say man, I wish I could do all that but my wife, y’know how it is.” He chuckles.

“No, I don’t.” Miguel says plainly. He loves his wife.

The man takes a closer look at Miguel arm and snorts. “What the hell is that?” He points to a small flower bouquet that wrapped around his bicep. The bouquet was terribly drawn, stems thick and uneven, petals that varied from round to sharp, colors blended in like it was done with crayon. It was a stark difference to the other well done pieces around his body.

“Now what asshole decided to screw you over that badly?” He cackles. “Oh, man you have got to get that shit covered up.”

Punk Dad!Miguel who chugs the last drop of his soda and smashes the can in his grip. His brows are hard and lips holding back a snarl. He turns to the man slowly.

“My daughter drew it.” He hisses, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose bridge to hide the rage burning in his eyes.

The man gulps. “Oh…I’m—I didn’t mean—“ He’s luckily saved by Miguel’s little girl calling out to him. “Papi! Papi!”

Gabriella struggles to march up the hill of sand, quickly hurrying in the shade to protect her feet from the scorching hot ground. She falls on the towel on her stomach and grin up at him, her hair more curled than usual and drenched from the sea water.

Punk Dad!Miguel who melts and instantly forgets about whatever he was angry at. “Hi Gabi.” He smiles.

Gabriella lifts herself on her knees. “Hi.” She giggles. “Mami said to call you because I wanted to go deeper in the water but Mami said that you know how to swim better.” She recounts her story to him and you slowly come up behind. You sit on the towel with a huff, your hair equally drenched from Gabriella’s play.

He knows you’re just tired and it’s time to switch shifts. He tosses the crushed can inside the cooler of the husband next to him and picks Gabriella up, placing her on his shoulders. “Okay, mija! Let’s go!” Gabriella squeals, lifting her arms high in the air.

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kuro4thegays · 7 months ago

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- Happy birthday to my favorite architect

[Word count: 1.7k] [Kaveh x gn!reader] [Content: picking sunsettias on a vast field and playfighting, not much more]

“Stop wiggling around. I could fall, you know?” You did your best to steady yourself, but it was becoming clear that if Kaveh doesn't stop moving your faith might be sealed. “Maybe if you were to grab that sunsettia a little quicker we wouldn't have to worry about breaking my back!” Kaveh was fast to make his issues with this little setup of yours known as salty beads of sweat started to collect on his forehead. You sighed, quite harshly at first, but obliged, reaching your hand as far as it could go. “Just a little more…” That’s it, the branch was just within your reach, just another stretch and that sweet, juicy reward will be in your hands. You could practically taste it, the juice of the ripe fruit trickling down your chin as you bit into its soft flesh. That’s it, so close, just the last push and…

“Nope.” Kaveh tumbled onto his knees, quickly removing your body from his already sore shoulders. “No more…” As soon as the weight was gone he fully let his body give into exhaustion, letting the soft grass soften his fall. “What?! It was literally in my hands and you just… ugh!” You stood up on your own two feet, leaning over the man’s worn out body. Kaveh couldn’t even breathe, let alone answer, but his bright red face told you everything. “You have said that 12 times in the last ten minutes we’ve been trying this.” The artist struggled, but managed to utter those snarky, but truthful, words.

He wasn’t getting up.

“Oi! Kaveh!” Your attitude evaporated within seconds, like a water droplet landing on hot metal. You dropped to your knees, leaning directly over Kaveh’s weak frame as you tried to figure out what was wrong. Did he really overexert himself? Does he need a medical professional? Oh God, what have you done? Not knowing what to do, you straddled Kaveh, not fully wrapping your legs around his waist to leave room for him to breathe, before pointing up your ring finger. “What finger am I holding up?!” You looked at the exhausted architect wide eyed. Awaiting his response with a heavy breath. “You…” Kaveh extended his hand. “Yes?” You leaned closer, your face only centimeters away from his. “... are an idiot.” Just like that you felt him lightly slap your shoulder. “Huh?” Blank face. Evidently, it took you a moment to process the hit. Only when you heard Kaveh’s light chuckle did it finally register.

“You!” You were quick to straighten your back, now leaning away from the male. “I should have seen this coming.” Of course, you could have just gotten up, but truthfully you still had some of that pettiness left inside. “You got riled up so quickly, I couldn’t help it.” Kaveh chuckled, completely unaware of your new intentions. “Oh, yeah? Seems like you got me wrapped around your fingers. Maybe I should try taking some control back, hmm?” You looked at him like you were going to pounce, now tightening your hold over the other male’s body. You wrapped your thighs around Kaveh’s waist, no fear of suffocating present now as you prepared yourself for an attack.

“What are you planning on doing?” Kaveh gulped, readying himself for whatever was about to come. He could sense the want for revenge in your eyes. He might have started to reconsider his actions. A shame that it was all in the past now.

Suddenly, you grabbed Kaveh’s sides, your nimble fingers ready for a counter attack. Just a single move of your digits and Kaveh knew what he was in for. Tickling. “Wait!” He tried to push you away, but before he even got the chance to raise his hand his body had already started to squirming with laughter. He tried desperately to shove you away, but you already got him by his weak spot. You really did have many ways of stealing his breath away. “Too late.” Your attack on his sensitive spots was relentless, oh that revenge might have been sweeter than that fruit still standing out of their reach. “Stop it!” Kaveh tried to grip your teasing hands, yet they were too damn fast. “Maybe I’ll consider it if you apologize.” That should have been easy enough, well, it would have been if you had stopped. Obviously Kaveh was too busy trying to catch his breath to even begin to form a sensible sentence. His mouth was wide open, but no words were coming out. “No?” You raised an eyebrow, directly challenging your victim which seemed to have only agitated him further. “No… f- fair.” Kaveh choked the words out, his lungs fighting for their dear life. He kicked his feet at you, throwing his hands in a feeble attempt to catch one of yours. Though stamina wasn’t one of your strong suits either. Sure, tickling was easy enough, but having to dodge Kaveh’s wild moves proved to be quite tiresome. You faltered and even if it was just for a second Kaveh too found your weak spot. “Sorry not sorry.” And your waist seemed just within his reach.

“My turn.” Using all of the strength he had left inside he flipped you on the grassy field beneath. But, unfortunately for him, you were not a quitter. “Hey!? You grabbed both of Kaveh’s hands, blocking his tickle attack while trying to reverse the roles yet again, using only your lower body force. “What are you trying to do?!” Despite the losing battle, Kaveh laughed from the very bottom of his soul, no tickling required. At this point the both of you were pushing past the exhaustion.

You wriggled out of Kaveh’s grasp, yet as soon as you turned around to crawl away he had already caught you by the foot. Things grew blurry from then. The only safe thing to say was that the two of you were now just two idiots rolling in the grass. Perhaps it was that familiarly sweet scent of early summer that was influencing you or the lingering taste of the equally sweet sunsettia lingering on your tongues. The only thing you knew for sure was that in that exact moment Kaveh was only yours. Be it his body that so beautifully glistened with sweat under the setting sun, his ever so witty tongue that threw teases your way or simply the fact that his eyes were only looking back at yours. In that sense you were fully his too. Your words were equally teasing, your body equally vulnerable and your gaze fixated on one man and one man only. “Take me.” Your body so painfully screamed, yet your mouth was already preoccupied with wild laughter. And even if you could speak it wouldn’t be necessary. You found your answer in the way Kaveh looked at you.

“You done? Already?” You chuckled, but you really weren’t any better. Your body gave out, falling on top of Kaveh in a way that could only be described as the opposite of graceful. You were now very sweaty, awfully so, and the dirt lingering on the fabric of your shirt wasn’t really complimenting the look. “You’re a mess.” Kaveh was quick to point out, ignorant to his own disheveled state. “Look who’s talking.” But you shut him up rather quickly. The two of you just laid there, feeling the cool shade embrace your hot bodies as you let your lungs relax for a while. Admittedly, you never knew one’s cheeks could hurt from smiling, but somehow after experiencing it you don’t think it’s all that bad. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind feeling it again someday. “Can I kiss you?” You asked. You were far past the point in which this question would be necessary, but just looking at Kaveh’s peaceful face made you want to make sure that you weren’t being too needy. “When have I ever said no to that?” You took that as a yes. You didn’t waste time before planting a tired, but plenty affectionate kiss on Kaveh’s soft lips. Even in your most worn out state there was that last bit of strength reserved specifically for Kaveh. You slipped your tongue in, barely, just enough to have the briefest taste. It was enough for you, enough to give you all the energy in the world you would ever need. Because if there ever was anything you wanted more from Kaveh than his love was for him to accept your love, for him to be on the receiving end for once. He has enough trouble in his life already, why would you ever want to add to that?

You leaned in for another, opening your mouth wider this time, hell, you were even feeling bold enough to stick your tongue out just the tiniest bit, but were stopped in a rather comedically painful way. “Ouch…” You stopped right in your tracks, hands swiftly searching for the place of the impact. You rubbed your head before noticing something coated in that familiar shade of orange. A sunsettia, that damned sunsettia. “Mehrak!” Kaveh giggled, pointing at his trusty, sentient workcase. “How has it charged so fast?” You questioned, not that impressed by the robots ability to pick fruits. “You’re just being salty.” Kaveh retorted. “Perhaps.” And you weren’t exactly trying to deny it. You grabbed the ripe fruit, the best one they have found this entire season, before offering it to your love. “For you.” You smiled, placing it securely into the man’s hands. Kaveh bit into its hard surface before suckling in all of its sugary juice. He took the time to savor it, but eventually returned it into your hands. “Are you sure? I want you to have it.” You shook your head, but the architect was as insistent as ever. “[name].” The call of your name spilling from Kaveh’s lips was enough reassurance. You too bit into it, the same spot Kaveh previously did. It was heavenly, the juice slowly trickling down your chin and onto your shirt. Truly one of a kind. The artist really did have the eye for good fruit. The gentle summer breeze reminded you of home and the sunsettia in your hand of that first pang of love you felt all those years back.

“Kaveh.” You murmured, lips still attached to the orange sweetness.

“Yes?”

“Happy birthday.”

[Writer’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY INDEED. Anyways, it was a good one. I'm absolutely in love with his birthday art, he really is the prettiest man there ever was. Now I'll probably be working on the next part of What does freedom look like without you? The only thing that I'll say is that it'll be a backstory bit, so do with that what you will. Have a great rest of your day and say happy birthday to my favorite boy. Bye bye]

#kaveh x reader #kaveh x male reader #kaveh #genshin x male reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #kaveh x gn reader #archive

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hannahssimblr · 1 year ago

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Chapter Twenty-One (Part 2)

Thanks to the sharp, bright light outside, it takes my eyes several seconds to adjust to the little room. It’s like I imagined it to be for the most part. Rich red velvet curtains, mahogany shelves heaving with dusty books, weeping candles on every surface, most certainly set up this way for the benefit of guileless tourists like me, but I am caught by surprise by the person in the centre of it all. A very ordinary looking man in a red linen shirt, dark wavy hair down to his shoulders. He gives me a thin smile and signals to the empty chair across from him.

“Kalimera.”

“Oh shit, um, sorry I don’t speak any Greek, I should’ve-”

“It’s alright,” His accent is perfectly British. “I speak English.”

“Oh right.” I pull out the chair and sit into it, feeling more nervous than I expected to, and it’s not specifically because I think he’s going to predict something especially terrible for me, like sudden death by falling from a tower, but it’s more because I have no idea what to expect at all. Are there things I’m supposed to know to do? A specific way of speaking or behaving during a tarot reading? I don’t want to do anything that’s considered unacceptable.

“Do you have a specific question you’d like to ask?” The reader wants to know, and I stop short. “Oh, um, no I don’t, was I meant to?”

“You don’t have to. I can do a general reading if you’d like.”

“Okay, yeah, can you do that?”

“Yes.” He passes the deck to me and asks me to shuffle, and I try to do it with the correct amount of reverence I imagine that I should, as though the cards would somehow know that I was shuffling them carelessly and punish me accordingly with a vicious set of predictions. When I’m done I place them carefully down onto the space between us. He splits the deck into three piles and asks me to choose one.

“How do I know which is the right one?” A stupid question.

“Whichever feels right.” I pick the left and he lays out about a dozen cards, and I’m surprised to see that they aren’t what I thought they were. Where are the grim reapers riding horses and the naked woman standing in explosive rays of sunshine? There are swords and cups and wands, like playing cards only with different suits.

The reader shuts his eyes for a moment, “I’m just tuning in.”

I shift in my seat, “yeah, alright.” He’s quiet for a bit too long, and I start feeling restless and glancing around us until he suddenly puts his hands down on the cards and stares right at me. “You have a nice energy,” he states, “I’m getting this real sense of creativity, sensitivity, a person who is very good at the things she does.”

“Oh right.”

“Are you an artist?”

“Yeah.”

“Mm,” He looks at the cards, “I’m just getting this image right now of a woman, you, I assume, only she’s older than you are now and she’s kind of surrounded by her art, she’s living in a big, lively place and she’s doing quite well for herself. Lots of people think very highly of the things that she creates and she’s feeling very fulfilled.” He pulls a card from the deck, I recognise it. The Sun. He leans back in his seat looking amused, “Ah, okay, only good things are coming for you. I’m seeing pure optimism, joy, fun, you can have almost anything that you have, the universe has laid it all out for you, all you need to do is to act. To take the leap.”

“Are you sure that’s right?”

“Those are the messages I’m getting, yeah.” He prods his finger onto one of the number cards, “You’re not at that point yet though, you have some inner work to do, I can see that maybe you’ve been held back by something. Confidence, maybe?”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t think that things have been easy for you in the past, I’m just getting this real sense of struggle, of things not going quite the way that you expected to. Really, I’m seeing a girl with a lot of lovely ideas for her life, and ultimate disappointment and disillusionment that things haven’t turned out the way that she hoped they would. Does that ring true for you?”

“Yeah, actually, it really does. You know, when I was a child I had a load of ideas about a really perfect life, or something. Like I was obsessed with fairytales and love stories, and I always assumed that I’d be the kind of girl that got everything she wished for just because I was so special,” I don’t know why I’m saying this to a stranger, but he seems open enough to it so that it doesn’t really feel that awkward to share it. I understand why people confess their darkest secrets to people on the train or on a bench at some park when they know they’ll never see them again. It’s a consequence-free way to get something heavy off one’s psyche, and I already feel slightly less weight upon me. “But yeah, I mean, it never really turned out that way. I suppose if anything it made me blind to the real world and completely open and vulnerable to people who wanted to hurt me.”

“Your father wasn’t around a lot.”

I laugh in surprise, “How do you know these things?”

“Because I am psychic.”

“Oh right, yeah.”

“Just reading these cards here, I just sense disappointment in your father figure, as in, perhaps he wasn’t physically around at home, or instead he wasn’t emotionally available to you, hence an innate yearning for male connection in other places.”

“Do the cards say anything about love?” I say.

He pulls more from the deck. “I’m just seeing there’s a connection here, the element of water is prominent. A strong personality, perhaps,” He frowns a bit, “I’m seeing something old, yet at the same time something that’s just kind of begun.”

“We’ve known eachother years, but we’re just kind of, you know, getting something romantic started now. Are they saying anything else about him?”

The tarot reader smiles, “He idolises you, this person thinks very very highly of you, but…” another card. “You’re unable to commit.” He draws his finger along the table to point to an earlier card, which upon inspection is not a very friendly looking one. It depicts a woman blindfolded and bound by rope, trapped in a prison of swords that spear the ground around her. I can’t help but draw in a breath when I look at it. “There’s a thread that connects you to a past relationship, something that makes it so that you’re unable to fully move on. Yeah, I can see that really strongly, this image of you with a thread that comes from your heart and connects to another person,” another card from the deck. “Possibly a man with dark hair?”

I start to feel chilly.

“I think that the message for you here is that you will never be able to fully immerse yourself in something new unless you let go of the old. I don’t know the nature of this past relationship but I’m really feeling as though there was some element of, well, I’m not sure, some sort of imbalance in power, a need to fix a person who was unwilling to be fixed. I think that comes from the relationship with the father, a need to be seen, a need to be important, and mostly a need to heal another person when you really can’t. Oh,” He tuts. “It’s not been easy, has it? A lot of hurt has settled, and it’s left you quite vulnerable and fearful of moving on to something better and new.”

My stomach starts churning a bit and I start wishing that he’d wrap it up. “Well-” My voice is a bit croaky. I clear my throat. “Well I don’t know about all that, really.”

“Is it off the mark?” He looks over the cards again, “Are you sure? It’s a strong message for me, in fact, I’m tingling all over when I say that. Someone wants you to know that you’re safe now, and you’re going to be alright, but you have to face the past before you can be rewarded in the future.”

“Oh, okay well maybe that’s right then. I don’t know.”

He begins to sweep the cards from the table and pile them back into the deck again. “You know that tarot is just to help you to gain insight and get a bit of perspective. You have the power to shape your own destiny, and create a future that aligns with your true self. Nothing is set in stone.”

“I understand, thanks,” I say, and quickly dig through my bag to give him a tenner.

“I hope you found this helpful,” He says to me, and I don’t answer, because I’m already halfway out the door.

“Oh, you’re done,” Claire says when I practically collide with her on the other side. “How did it go?”

“Yeah it was alright,” I say, “I dunno how accurate it was or anything. I think you were right about it being a scam.”

“Oh no! I mean, I did warn you but it’s still shite to have your money wasted like that. Did she say anything interesting at all?”

“It was a man, weirdly, and no, not really, just really generic kind of stuff that could have applied to anybody.”

“Ugh, so classic,” She looks at me and gently takes my arm, “Are you feeling alright though? You’re looking a bit pale at the minute.”

“Oh yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure? We don’t have to do anything else if you’re not feeling up to it, I know the sun is getting a bit hot now and you’re not all that great with it, you know with the sunburn and-”

“I’m fine,” I insist, “Let’s just get out of this market, maybe. The crowds are making me anxious.”

“Yeah, definitely. Okay,” She plasters a smile on her face, “I had two other options in mind for the afternoon. Either we can go for a swim or we can taxi up to a vineyard in the hills. They do wine tasting and it’s really good, I did it with my mam before and-”

“Yeah let’s do that.”

“The swim or the wine?”

“The wine, that sounds really good.” I’m feeling so tetchy. My fingers are twitching and clenching of their own accord now and my shoulders tense and creep up towards my ears. I desperately want something to take my mind off the discomfort inside me because now I’m afraid I’ll careen directly into a full blown, white-out, heaving-breath panic attack if I don’t leave.

She shrugs, and I know that she can tell that I’m not really okay, but she doesn’t push it. Instead she clasps my hand and takes me back through the market, past the clothing stalls and the vendors who call out to us, swerving back through the people, the linens and the lace, the pots and the rugs until we turn a corner away from the noise and the chaos. “Don’t worry Evie,” She says. “We’ll be out of here soon.”

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filipfuckingtelford · 1 year ago

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Just before the shadows fall. Part 1

I'm not sure if it's a Chibs x Reader or Juice x Reader or both. Mystical fanfic.

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Juice was sitting with his brothers at the bar in the clubhouse, having beer. He was looking at Happy from time to time, as if he wanted to ask something but couldn't find the right moment and finally the killer noticed it.

"What?" Lowman turned to Ortiz suddenly making him jump.

"What what?" Juice still wasn't sure if he was ready to ask especially now when Happy seemed annoyed.

"You're staring at me like I'm a ghost or something, what do you need, boy?" Happy rolled his eyes.

"Um... yes, I was just wondering is it true that you own a tattoo studio?" Juice finally asked his quiestion.

"Yeah, for almost four years now, why?" Happy shrugged when he realised the boy didn't need anything special.

"I want a new tattoo" Juice explained.

"So?" Hap raised his brows as if he couldn't understand where this was going.

"I was wondering if you will give me a contact of the artist who works in your tattoo shop" Juice shrugged.

"What for?" Happy was now teasing the boy and Tig, Bobby and Chibs who were watching him started chuckling quietly.

Juice rolled his eyes "I wanted a contact of your artist. From you tattoo shop. So I will have my new tattoo done by the artist at your tattoo shop"

"Okay" Happy wrote a number on the napkin and passed it to Juan Carlos.

"Oi, our kid is going to meet her finally" Chibs smirked and nudged Tig's shoulder.

"Yeah, right. It's gonna be interesting" Trager nodded watching Juice who was saving the phone number to his cell.

"What are you talking about, guys?" He looked at his brothers confused.

"Oh just go there and you will see" Bobby nodded.

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Y/N opened her eyes and gasped, looking at the ceiling. This dream felt so real though Juice was gone so long ago. Seeing him was something to unsettle her and she sat up in her bed trying to calm down. Chibs growled in his sleep and woke up as he felt his wife move. He looked at her confused. "What happened lass?" "I just had a..." Y/N paused, she couldn't call it a nightmare. She was so glad to see Juice alive even if it was just a dream.

"Just had what?" Chibs sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"A dream" She sighed leaning closer to Filip and closing her eyes. Y/N didn't know how to tell her old man about what she'd seen.

"What was it, lass? Don't make me worry, what happened?" Chibs seemed to really worry about his old lady at this point.

"I've had a dream about Juice" Y/N finally confessed. This boy was long gone and Chibs and her didn't talk about him ever. Both of them cared about Juice, both of them were struggling with grief of him being gone. Filip knew why it happened though but he never told his wife about it. "Oh, lass" Chibs sighed, holding her closer to himself "I know ye miss him. I miss him too. But it's long gone, try to calm down and have some sleep" Y/N only nodded slightly and laid down as soon as Filip let her go. She nestled to him as close as she could searching for comfort. Yet as she closed her eyes she saw Juice again. His bright smile, so careless and happy, his big brown eyes. The boy was something special, the way he looked, how much he loved his brothers. Y/N never knew what happened to him and it was something that haunted her even after several years.

Being comforted with Chibs' hug, Y/N closed her eyes falling asleep again without any dreams luckily.

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Y/N was in the tatoo shop, her client just left and she was cleaning her workstation waiting for the next one to come. It was Juice and she had all evening booked for him as she usually did for Sons since their tattooes were always interesting yet complicated.

The door bell rang announcing Juan Carlos' arrival. Y/N turned to him and stood up to greet the client.

"Hello, Juice. How are you today?" She asked with a soft smile, admiring this handsome boy.

"Hi, Y/N" Otriz greeted, leaning against the counter, his big brown eyes fixed on her "I'm good, nice to see you"

The tension in the air was so thick. The two of them liked each other there was no doubt, but none of them dared to make a move. Y/N was a professional though so she forced herself to think about the new ink he wanted. They've been discussing it recently and she managed to draw several scetches for Juice to pick the one he liked.

"Let me know which one you want" She put several papers on the counter infront of Ortiz and he looked at those, whistling.

"Wow. I'd have all of those if I could" He laughed looking at the designes Y/N offered while she was picking paints and napkins she needed for work. Finally Juan Carlos took one of the papers and nodded "This one"

"Okay, Juice, but it's the last time I draw such a creepy shit for you" Y/N teased as the so to called face he wanted really was scary "Take your shirt off and get yourself comfortable"

"Okay. Sorry for that" The boy realy seemed to be sorry, but he didn't say anything else, instead he took his kutte off and placed it on the back of the chair, then his t-shirt was off with one move.

Y/N couldn't stop herself from looking at him, his body was perfect and oh god this boy was hot. She was so glad to have a legal reason to touch him.

Juice sat down and allowed Y/N to start her work. For awhile there was no other sound than a quiet buzz of the tattoo gun and she was enjoying the process. Y/N noticed that Juice was sometimes looking at her and they were so close to each other it could be easy to kiss him right now. The thought just didn't go no matter how she tried to make it to.

Suddenly, when she paused to add some more paint to her gun, she heard Juice's voice, a bit shaky and low. He seemed nervous.

"Will you... um... I wanted to ask you out, Y/N" Juan Carlos said never taking his eyes off of her.

Y/N raised her brows surprised as she turned to him. Oh god he was nervous, it was so obvious, she couldn't hide a smile forming on her lips. How could she reject him? Those big brown eyes were making her heart melt.

"I'd love to, Juan Carlos" Y/N nodded and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

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Y/N woke up trying to figure out what was going on with her. Why all of a sudden she started having dreams about Juice? Why did she have a crush on him in those dreams? They were quite close, that was true, but there was nothing between them ever. She always loved Chibs. And Juice passed away several years ago.

This second dream happened while Chibs was on the run and waking up from a dream like that in an empty house was not what Y/N needed. She turned the light on and took her phone. It was 4 am. Too early to call Filip.

"Fuck" Y/N sighed and got out of bed, she went to the kitchen and poured herself some wine to calm down. Taking a sip she sat on the couch trying to recall every detail of the dream she had.

She was someone else. Same name, but Y/N remembered looking at herself in the mirror in a dream and she looked different. In real life she had black hair, bob haircut, green eyes. In her dream it was a blong girl with long curly hair and her eyes were so bright blue it hardly could exist in reality.

The tattoo shop existed though, Happy was the owner and it was exactly the same in her dream, but Y/N knew both artists who worked there for last seven years, none of them looked like this girl. She never saw her, yet in her dream she was this girl. And in her dream Y/N had no idea about herself, like she didn't exist at all. Like she was seeing some parallel univers with her other life. It was weird, but couldn't harm her after all.

She downed her wine and it helped to ease her nerves a little so Y/N went back to bed. She decided to not tell Chibs about this dream, she didn't want him to doubt her, because no matter how much she missed Juice, here in her real life the only man Y/N loved was Filip.

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Y/N was at home, small flat at the edge of the town. She was waiting for Juice to come, he promised, and he was late. He was never late, using any opportunity to see her since they've started dating. And now she was worried. Something happened and she knew it. Dialing his number again and again she was walking back and forth in her bedroom but he never answered her calls.

She finally headed to the living room and sat on the couch, turned the TV on and tried to distract herself with anything. Y/N didn't notice how she fell asleep, holding her phone tight in case Juice will call.

The knock on the door made her wake up. She ran to the door and opened it without a second thought. Y/N knew it was her boy, though there could be any kind of a stranger outside. It was Juice though. He seemed tired, several bruises on his face, but he was alive and he came to her.

"Boy, god, I was so worried" Y/N pulled him inside and closed the door, then cupped his face with her palms gently and kissed him. It made Ortiz hiss with pain, but he kissed her back eagerly.

"I'm sorry, girl. Had some shit to sort out" Juice apologized, holding her in his arms. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you and you won't like it"

"God. What is it?" Y/N pressed her forehead against his, trying to calm down. Kissing his lips again and again.

"We'll get arrested and sent to jail tomorrow" He sighed.

This was not what Y/N expected. She knew it could happen. Happy was in jail couple of times since they met. But for Juice it was so not fair. They've been together for only a month now and he would be taken away from her. And god only knows what could happen while he was inside.

"Fuck, boy, it's so unfair!" Y/N whimpered against his lips, her palms stroking his head.

"I know, girl. I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it" Juice sighed, kissing her back. He needed to feel more of her while he could.

"What did you do?" She asked, though she knew the answer.

"I can't tell, I'm sorry" Ortiz said exactly what she expected to hear. He hated that he couldn't tell her anything about the club and Y/N knew it "But it's not only me, most of the club will be arrested"

"God" She closed her eyes fighting back tears "For how long?"

"One or two years, girl. I don't know exactly" Juice confessed after a pause. Then he pulled away slightly, cupping her face and looking into her eyes. So blue, so bright. He adored her eyes as much as she loved his "I will understand if you want to break up, baby. I know this is not what you deserve, just let me stay with you for this last night"

"Silly boy. Do you really think I will abandone you because of this?" Y/N felt tears running down her face. "I won't go anywhere, Juice. There's nothing in this world that can make me leave you. I will be right here waiting for you to come back"

She needed him to know he would be missed and she will be waiting for him.

"Fuck, girl, I will miss you so damn much" Juice smiled faintly, kissing her again "Don't cry, please, It's breaking my heart. I didn't mean to hurt you, ever"

Y/N felt so lost and hurt. But at the same time she knew, he needed support now. Not the right time to be selfish and pity herself. She had to take care of her boy.

"You know what?" She said, tugging him towards the bedroom "I don't want any sorrow tonight. We still have some time together"

"You sure?" Juice seemed hesitant as he was led towards the bedroom. They've been dating for a month but never stepped on the next level.

"As much as I like to tease you, boy, I want you to know exactly what will be waiting for you when you come back" Y/N smiled gently and leaned closer, whispering right to his ear "Juan Carlos"

Every time she was whispering his name Juice felt his heart race, it made him want her so bad and he couldn't help it.

"Minx" Ortiz laughed, allowing her to lead him to bedroom.

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Y/N woke up still feeling Juice's touch. His lips, his hands. His body. It was so wrong, she didn't know what to do. Her husband, the only man she ever loved in her life was sleeping next to her. It was always Chibs. But now she had dreams about Juice, with every new one she loved him more, there in the dream. In reality it only made her miss him and feel sorry about him.

She sighed and laid down, nestling next to Chibs who hugged her not even waking up. Protecting her was his instinct. Y/N felt comfortable and safe, as she usually felt next to her husband. She just kept asking herself what were those dreams about and couldn't find an answer.

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skeletonspirt · 3 months ago

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Calling artists avatar animatic idea.

Starting before previous animatic (find here https://www.tumblr.com/skeletonspirt/763095633404067840/animatic-idea-its-zuko-singing-you-know-who-you) zuko is curled up on the deck of his ship or some raft. He’s looking out at the destruction Agni has caused with tears in his eyes ready to give up saying it was pointless and other self doubt stuff(artist can pick)A spirit come from behind him, gently touching his shoulder. It’s Lu Ten. Gently smiling he crouches down and cups Zuko’s face and starts singing.

“I know a boy from island. He stands apart from the crowd. He loves the world and his people. He makes his true family proud(show images of the gaang and iroh, maybe Hakoda,Mai and Ty Lee as well) Sometimes the world seems against you(image of zuko’s struggle) The journey may leave a scar(Lu gently brushes his hand against zuko’s scar smile turning sad and tears well up) But scars can heal and reveal just where you are(Lu stand up and gestures to the spirit world and an image of the fire nation healing) The people you love will change you(zuko smiling and laughing with his real family at Iroh’s tea shop) The things you have learned will guide you(show his transformation from ponytail to fire lord) And nothing in this world can silence the quiet voice still inside you(zuko is standing at this point,Lu puts his hand on zuko’s shoulder and a faint outline of pre scar zuko appears behind zuko) And when that voice starts to whisper Oh zuko, you’ve come so far. Dear Zu listen, do you know who you are.(Lu is standing in front of him and is placing both hands on zukos shoulders).”

Zuko looks down and bites his lip (faint outline of zuko alone starts appearing)and he says “Who am I? I am a the boy who loves my nation and the boy who love the world. It calls me. I am the son of fire lord. We are descended from warriors(image of the sun warriors)(Zuko walks away from Lu and to the front of his ship,looking the world)who found their way across the world. They call me.( spirits of his ancestors start to appear in the background either riding dragons or sailing)”

He turns around and face Lu, hand clenched in a fist. “I’ve delivered us to where we are(pointing the place the artist decides to draw) I have journeyed farther(side by side image of zuko where he is and his 3 year sea journey) I am everything I’ve learned and more still it calls me( he runs up the deck up to wher he caught the helmsman’s in the storm. He reaches out to the sky) And the call isn’t out their all it’s inside me. It’s like the tide(or sun artist can pick) always falling and rising(zuko closes is eyes bright smile, suddenly he jumps down and runs to Lu who’s watching him with a proud smile) I will carry you head in my heart you’ll remind me(he hugs Lu as he sings this;both smiling while crying. Zuko pulls back and goes to the front again) Come what may, I know the way! I am Zuko!!

The ancestors appear fully in ships or dragons. Roku leading them all. Their all dressed in various fire nation clothes ranging from sun warriors to Zuko’s era. All smiling or having looks of pride for their descendant. Roku nods to zuko and holds out his hand for Lu to get in the dragon. He does and they salute zuko and salutes back. Fang roars and let’s loose rainbow flames and zuko,still grinning,shoots his own to join the dragons.

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I’m not an artist so if anyone want to make this a real animatic go ahead but just let me know and send me a link to the work

#calling all artists #calling animators #zuko #alta zuko #lu ten atla #lu ten #animatic idea #avatar animatic

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i-will-sing-no-requiem · 1 year ago

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*note: I'm actually very bad at judging whether something is popular or not so some of these might be more popular but these are songs from artists I don't see talked about a lot on the parts of the internet that I'm on and a decent amount are ones I know because they are based out of closeish to where I live

(the lyric from each song that I think most fits them under the cut)

I Am The Night by Amelia Curran And I'm the one whose gonna fall apart When everyone else breaks your heart I am the song I am the hymn of sin I'm the addiction and I'm giving in

Where The Nightingales Sing by Alan Doyle Meet me at midnight Same old sweet song Tonight and tomorrow And on and on Stay with me sway with me Love's serenade As long as we stand And the band wants to play When the last waltz is over And the next one begins Lay me down, lay me down Where the nightingales sing Lay me down, lay me down Where the nightingales sing

Hey Now by Hillsburn Hey now, hey where'd you go? Paint me up and play me, honey, I'll pretend that I don't know That life's a struggle, a bright illusion, a hustle. Tell me through these harder seasons I'm the best part of this puzzle.

Hey now, hey wherever you been, Throw your older arms around me, Maybe we'll be young again. So I say hey now, hey wherever you go, Come on back home to me, honey, We'll pretend you missed me so.

Redacted by Leanna Firestone I'm not leaving because I don't care I have to go because the idea of being in love with you Makes me so scared and I don't know who I am anymore But I know that I never even question it before I met you, so

I'm so sorry that I have to go You'd be a casualty of my curiosity, so I think it's best if we never know If I like you or if I just hate being alone

Here For You To Love by Madison Violet But time and time again Yeah we're just friends No beginning and no end I keep waiting for the shoe to drop When you look at me and i'm enough Oh darlin' i'll be here for you to love

Not Allowed To Love You by Madison Violet When I look behind I guess I could have noticed And that's half the crime I was innocently hopeful Could have listened to your breathing It was heavy on my shoulder There were things I could have told you It was easier to hold you

Now how can I Be not allowed to love you anymore Can i be not allowed to love you Was the thing that I was best at That I didn't have to guess at It was all that I could say I knew for sure I can't say it anymore

Favourite by Ruth B. Rough around the edges, hates when people see him weak But I don't think he's thinking when he's all alone with me Blues turn to an auburn red I'll make my mark in his head (mm)

I see his walls come down One by one One by one

He writes poetry but no one knows I think I love him 'cause no one knows He don't have a favourite colour He says, "It's too hard to choose" But I'm his favourite girl (ooh-ooh) I'm his favourite

Safe Haven by Ruth B. When the world is caving, baby, you're my safe haven And when it all comes crashing I remember you saying If you show me, then I'll show you All the things that make me wanna know you And when the world is caving Baby, you're my safe haven, you're my safe haven

And when I leave you I stop looking for heaven 'Cause I found a piece of it wrapped up in your presence Oh with you and I there's love so divine On my darkest day, I know you'll be my shine

Ava by Hillsburn I'm not a pretty boy But I'm loyal and life's long You need folks to depend on Maybe I'm built all wrong But my love is true

Wash Me Down by Jim Cuddy I swear I’ve seen your face before Somewhere when I was young You make me feel the miles I’ve walked The things I’ve left undone Come here and lay beside me One more hour, that’s all When you leave I’ll close the door Maybe then I’ll fall

#ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #otp: it's ineffable #good omens #poll #aziraphale #crowley #music #amelia curran #alan doyle #hillsburn #leanna firestone #madison violet #ruth b #jim cuddy

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aftout · 2 years ago

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An Actual Delve into JD’s Fashion and Design

Hi! I started this post in a completely different way but when I went to save the draft Tumblr had a complete meltdown, so I’m a bit pissy about that! Oh well!

I wanted to make a genuine post addressing the choices made for the costumes and outfits shown in Juliette’s Draft, because while a lot of it is admittedly eye-candy there are a few columns that characters can fall under that provide visual narration regarding their societal position. While I won’t be discussing every possible subculture (because, hey, it’s fashion! And that changes from person to person!), there are a few Main Ones that pop up consistently throughout the story’s entirety, and I’d love to gush about them under the cut!

The Aristocracy

“Marriage A-la-Mode: 2, The Tête à Tête”, William Hogarth 1743

When it comes to period-accuracy, the Aristocrat lifestyle is as close as it gets. Consisting of noble families and the wealthiest of the wealthy, Aristocrats live comfortably and almost in ignorance of the struggles going on in the world beneath them. The fashion is rich, gold lace trims and silky smooth fabrics, expensive and modest. Men clothe themselves in deep, darker colors whereas the women wear creams and soft pastels. Corsetry is never exaggerated, the heels of a shoe never longer than an inch, and the makeup is kept dainty and light. Perfume is used yet not abused, floral scents (typically lavender) are most popular.

Though they statistically take up only a minority of the population, most of-- if not all-- of the social norm is catered towards their comfort. They are typically viewed as icons of inspiration: the outcome of living a successful and fulfilling life. This is ironic since pretty much all members of the aristocracy have their origins rooted in nepotism, making their lifestyle near unachievable to others.

JD EXAMPLE(S): Juliette’s parents, Dr. Elliot Hobbes and Ms. Danaye Lambros, are members of the aristocracy; making Juliette aristocratic in origin. The Frankenstein family is also a (notorious) example of an aristocratic lineage.

Industrialists

Industrialists are, to put it simply, the working class. They take up a majority of the population and live pretty much as expected. Though not nearly as wealthy, their fashion standards replicate that of the aristocracy’s. Men of higher status in an Industrialist space tend to wear suits, whereas the women wear loose fitting dresses that are easy to move around in. Corsets are uncommon, and if they are used barely any sort of lacing is done. Bright pastels are uncommon in Industrialist fashion, but deep reds and greens are popular choices. Shoes are barely heeled at all for efficiency, and makeup is scarce; perfume even scarcer (though it isn’t unheard of for daughters to receive a small vial of perfume as a birthday gift when they turn 21).

The one thing an Industrialist yearns for most is to be taken seriously. This is the reasoning to why they seem to walk in the shadows of the aristocracy. They mirror instead of deflecting, preferring to follow orders and walk in line with what society wants to prevent “stirring the pot”. An Industrialist may try to view their jealousy towards the more fortunate as encouragement to work twice as hard by the same rules, instead of questioning the rules completely.

JD EXAMPLE(S): The Morlock family is the staple image for what a successful Industrialist household looks like. Filby Morlock is a successful business man who has strict beliefs in orderly behaviour, and many of his relatives follow.

PURISTS/NATURALISTS

Though only a small subsection, Purists/Naturalists maintain mostly the same status as Industrialists excluding their vocal distaste for industrialism as a whole. They dress in loose, flowing clothing; usually in blues and whites to resemble clear skies. Most Purists/Naturalists live in the countryside and refuse to engage in any sort of factory work; usually taking jobs as teachers or artists. It’s a form of revolt, a protest against machinery and a belief (stemming from fear) that the concept of humanity is getting lost in smog and metal.

JD EXAMPLE(S): The Eloi family are strong Naturalist activists, actively protesting the use of factory work. Basil Hallward also comes from a Naturalist family, though his beliefs aren’t quite as strong.

Steampunks

Original Illustration of Jules Verne’s Nautilus engine room

Steampunk is a widespread political movement that applauds and glamorises the industrial revolution. It’s Industrialism but exaggerated by a tenfold, firmly believing that humanity can and should actually go even further with the machinery. These ideologies are expressed by loud, public displays of outlandish inventions. The slogan for the Steampunk movement is “Bring machine to the human, and humanity to the machine”. Some Steampunks gain massive traction and money for their inventions from sponsors; richer, usually anonymous inventors/researchers who wish to see the movement’s fruitions without public involvement.

It’s accessible to all; most Steampunks being minorities in one capacity or another. There is a prevalent distaste for the aristocracy’s ignorance and the oppressive forces set in place from others in power. Steampunk fashion is very much centred around the concept of androgyny and/or breaking the norm. One usually shows skin and wears tight clothing, the idea being that our bodies needn’t be covered in shame, for no one cares about a machine’s “modesty”. Goggles, cog-shaped jewellery, makeup resembling tar smears or soot, and gas masks are just a few popular Steampunk accessories. More extreme Steampunks may coat their teeth with metallic dentures. Common colors are browns, blacks, golds, and coppers; though this isn’t a rule set in stone and can be bent to any degree.

JD EXAMPLE(S): Penny Tinker is the most obvious example I have of casual Steampunk. Dr. Emit Pendulum is an example of Steampunk extremism, where their appearance and demeanour is altered to make them seem almost uncanny-- nearing robotic. Lady Cog is another extreme example, coating her arms in metal to give off the impression that that’s what she’s made out of.

Glampunks

Portrait of Marie-Antoinette painted by Jean-Baptiste Gautier Dagoty, 1775

Glampunk is a subculture of Steampunk. Though the ideologies heavily align, Glampunk fashion is less accessible in nature due to its femininity and how costly it is. Glampunk takes heavy inspiration from Marie-Antoinette’s extravagant wardrobe.

It’s a direct mockery of the aristocracy fashion scene: with tight-laced corsets, exaggerated accessories, exaggerated makeup, exaggerated heels, exaggerated... well, everything. Another prevalent theme in Glampunk is sexuality, where showing skin in a sexy instead of neutral manner is done frequently. Short skirts, stockings, and showing cleavage are common outfit elements. Dying one’s hair in flashy colors is also not unheard of.

JD EXAMPLE(S): Gillie Tine is a good example of Glampunk, going as far to being a direct parody of Antoinetts’ execution. Other examples would be Duchess Josiana and Lady Brandon.

Progressives

The name is somewhat ironic. Think mad science. That’s literally the simplest way to put it. Progressives pride themselves in scientific advancement, whether it be at the expense of themselves or others. Though any scientist can succumb to this, Progressives have a very distinct look to them. Modified lab coats with potential disregards for safety, leather gloves, fancy eye-wear, and tons of decorative vials are the go-to. A Progressive may also cover their face in some aspect, medical masks being the most common. The whole gist is to somehow maintain a sense of anonymity, most Progressives going by aliases.

You tend to know a Progressive when you see one, if you see one at all. What they stand for tends to be extremely immoral and illegal, so coming face to face with one in the wild is usually a sign that you need to run.

JD EXAMPLE(S): The Love Doctor, The Tooth Fairy, and Dr. Dagny Faust.

Gothic and Romantic

“First Class: The Meeting… and at First Meeting Loved,”by Abraham Solomon, 1854 (bottom)

In the context of Juliette’s Draft, these two are less standalone political statements and more popular aesthetics that sneak their way into pretty much everything; so I feel like it’s worth bringing up.

If something is Gothic, it focuses more on the macabre and supernatural aspect of things. Blacks and reds are the most common colors found in gothic fashion, with bat, spider, rose, and skull motifs being popular. If something is Romantic, there’s an undeniable appreciation for the beauty of the free spirit woven into the subject matter. Romantic fashion doesn’t have as much of a distinct look as Gothic fashion, but within literature it is extremely prevalent. These two can even intersect with one another, creating Romantic Gothic: a neat mishmash of the two; arguably less supernatural-focused than pure Gothic.

JD EXAMPLE(S): Dr. Codrin Dracula is an example of someone being casually gothic. Lucy Westenra is an example of Gothic Glampunk. Henry Clerval and Justine Moritz both cater to Romantic world-views, though it’s driven by heavy themes of revenge.

#PLEASE SHOW THIS POST SOME ACKNOWLEDGEMENT I SPENT AN ENTIRE HOUR AND A HALF ON IT #IM BEGGING. PLEASE LOOK AT MY ANALYSIS. MY DESCRIPTION.#IM SOOOO OUHHHHHHHHHHHHH PLEASE. I EVEN PROVIDED IMAGES. IM SORRY THAT NOT ALL OF THEM HAVE SOURCES SOBS #IM SORRY THAT IT'S NOT A JOKE ABOUT A GOTHIC LIT MAN'S DUMPY IM (ON MY HANDS AND KNEES) PLEASE LOOK #my writing #Juliette's draft

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istherewifiinhell · 2 years ago

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another one from, becoming my favourite guest artists

[Raphael: Snapper, Pub'd in Turtle Soup Vol2 #2. Writer: Rick McCollum, Inks: Tom Anderson, Colours: Laird]

[Coloured with vibrant brights and true black inks]

[ID: Raph peering into a small glass bowl that holds a snapping turtle. He' smiling and says "OH HO! And who are you?" END]

ID: Multiple panels. The snapper hissing and snapping. Wider, Raph holding it by the tail regarding it as it hisses. "Hey, your sure are a fiesty little guy!" Close of the turtle biting his finger, drawing blood. A "SNAP!" sound effect rendered in red and green. Raph clutching his hand with a "YOW!", the snapper falls to the ground. END

ID: A low angle showing the snapper hissing from the floor, Raph has his bleeding finger in his mouth and says "You're mean, too!" END

ID: Large panel, Raph scared of a large more humanoid apparition of the snapper. It's face pitch black with bright red eyes and mouth. Smoke like substance in pink and green swarms around its figure. Raph is scrambling over the plush seat, sai drawn, as it says "I am a creep all the time. My attitude is in my soul. And I'm nasty for the same reason you can be." END

Two panels, the snapper has grabbed Raph by the face, with a large clawed hand. Red smoke pouring from its mouth. "But you're less than what you could be! Should be!" It pushing Raph farther down as he struggles "You eat this weak fast food! You've forsaken your heritage!" END

One guess for what the snapper thinks turtles ought to eat instead? (blood. its blood)

ID: Cropped panel, Raph the floor, with the regular snapper sitting on his head. The appartment is trashed, April enters, saying "What Happened to my living room." Raph, disoriented says "Huh? Wha-? I'm not dead?" END

April, holding the snapper in her palm, looking fond "I found him in the street and was going to give him to you to set free." The snapper has a thought bubble filled with hearts. Raph rubs his head, confused "It must have been the pepperoni- huh? That little monster?" END

The snapper in its bowl, shadowed face, a devious red smile, it says "Heh" END

#some shit #turbles...#wifi blogs mirage #oh ho!!! hehe... im obsuring the joke/framing device a bit but yea its alllll a dream. but its that good shit #extra reasons to love it... plays well with the raph demutating arc (his blood was taken by a leech and had to eat it BACK...)#and thus ofc with sons of the silent age (raph introspetion com)#AND. 12 raph keep a snapper turtle too (maybe in ref to this or other comic stuff that comes from/after this???)#also artist first time in their style? don: the ring was more. house mirage/87 look #idk I just LIKE IT. yay! do that shit! make the boys fucking haunted #ohhhhh and the wiki page for this does have the full. Always Meant for Adults rating. due to.#that is raph dreaming he got. Ate... non graphically id say but it must count.#anyway also cute april too. a real. do any of them no abt turtle care. No. no they do not. but understandable. given...

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apocalypticgargoyle · 4 years ago

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I read the edgy!karl, I’ve just finished reading the alt!dream, WHEN IS GEORGE GONNA BE NEXT 😩😩

*cracks knuckles* the hcs that everyone has provided me with has hella prepped me and I'm ready. this is dedicated to 🍭 anon, whose fanart always steals my entire heart. i love u babe

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄. ᶤ 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐠𝐧𝐟

± pairings: punk!Georgenotfound x fm!reader

± word count: ~3300

± warnings: smut (18+), language, tattoo work, sadism, pain kink (if you squint), domination, mentions of needles, asphyxiation

song recommendation: Cent Fois by Alice et Moi

George’s mind wandered to his curiosity of the shop across from his tattoo parlor; bright neon signs advertising the local psychic. It was a stark contrast to the dark, wet city housing the businesses. Each night he locked up, he found himself standing on the other edge of the street, staring at the signs and draperies peeking from behind the glass windows and considering shedding his skeptical nature just for one night.

While your business was alluring in and of itself, his true draw to the place came after he had spotted you moving into the apartments above. Your clean appearance completely juxtaposed the business you ran. In his opinion, all natural healers and psychics were born scam artists only focused on the quickest way to pinch a penny.

Yet day after day, he found himself having to tear his eyes from your business just to get home or he would actually venture inside. He was rather subtle about his fascination when it came to his co-workers and regular customers, but each day he prayed you would wander in, requesting some kind of tattoo in a place hidden from outside eyes.

A place he’d like to see again in a less professional setting.

You flipped the textbook page after finishing your paragraph, highlighting a date you were looking for before leaning towards your notebook and scribbling down the fact. You gnawed on the end of your pen absent-mindedly, positive you still didn’t know what your professor had been rattling off about in class a few hours prior. Your sights drifted up to the incense burning across the store from you, the stick on its last few centimeters of wood as the smoke went stale.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, debating if you should light another or wait until morning. You capped your marker and stretched your back, the bell over the door letting out a telling chime as a man peeked in.

You leaned over the counter, closing your books. “Good evening! Welcome to After Life. Can I help you find anything?” You rambled, your mind flashing to the sheet of paper tucked into the frame of your bathroom mirror so you didn’t forget the basics of customer service.

The man stepped further into your view, stuffing his fists in his jean pockets as he walked closer in a cautious motion. His dark t-shirt advertised a band you had vaguely heard of, but couldn’t think of a song even if your life depended on it. What really drew your attention were his tattooed arms; branches from a grand tree twisting every which direction to peek out from beneath his sleeves; bright floral designs and litters of birds decorating the dark wood limbs. You bit back a smile at the small mushroom tattoo near his wrist that seemed to be out of place.

The laces of his Chuck Taylors grazed the floor before he was standing in the middle of your store, looking around briefly. “I actually co-own the parlor across the street. I realized I never welcomed you officially,” he stated, hints of nervousness reflecting in his tone. His accent was calming and husky from the season change.

At the mention of the tattooist across the street, your memory flashed to the various walks of life that found themselves in your store after getting work done. You also thought of the fact that you had seen the man before you break up fights in the street stretching between your properties. The tall muscular people seemed to have no effect on him as he’d pull them apart like school children on the playground.

You pushed your books further to the side. “Oh yeah, that’s right! I should have come over and introduced myself, so don’t worry about it,” you eased, swatting the air of his comment.

He chuckled softly before reality seemed to snap into his head, making him step forward and extend a hand to you. “I’m George, by the way,” he introduced. You took his hand, muttering your own name and hoping your attention span would hold for long enough that he would be entered into your long-term memory.

His hand was calloused in yours, something that you wondered came with the job or if he was some kind of carpenter in a past life of his. You gently pulled his hand closer to you, slipping your hold out of his to look at his palm. He tittered nervously, peering at the flesh with you. Your finger traced along the mounts in his hand, finding Jupiter to be the most prominent. “That checks out,” you mumbled to yourself, nodding softly.

His eyebrows perked up. “What? Am… Am I gonna meet a tall dark stranger and take a trip across the sea?” He joked, making you smile as you looked at his Sun line.

“I didn’t peg you as an Outlander fan,” you chided.

His brows flattened for a moment, chewing the inside of his lip and playing with his snake bite piercings. You found it hard to look away from him. “Honestly, I wasn’t. A girl I was fooling around with really liked it. I don’t know…” he trailed off, making you giggle.

Your nail grazed along his heart line. “You guys were just fooling around?” You quirked, eyes meeting his. His expression narrowed smugly as if urging you to continue. “Your heart line begins below your index finger. You’re not the fooling around type.” He let out a snort. “You fall in love easily too.”

He sighed with a slight sparkle in his eyes as he looked at you. You couldn’t tell if he was amazed or mocking you again. “Well, yeah. That’s…” He paused with a swallow, biting back a grin as if he was uncomfortable, but didn’t retract his hand from you. “... That’s why we’re not anymore,” he admitted. He leaned his elbows on the counter as you sat in your chair. “What else does it say?”

Your lips curled into a soft smirk, his curious eyes trailing over your face as if to watch your brain work. “You have a fire element hand which indicates that you’re confident and passionate. Maybe a bit cocky sometimes,” you teased, making him chuckle with you. You could feel his eyes on you, sending heat to your cheeks as you tried not to focus on the mount of Venus under your touch.

You wanted to ask him about his sexual indulgences, mainly because of the prevalence of Venus in his palm. “You have a mount in Jupiter, which means you’re a natural leader, and rather dominant.” You looked up at him again, watching as he bit back a smirk, seemingly understanding the subtle innuendos behind your statements.

George seemed to have some kind of effect on you, your thoughts clouding with the idea of what his snake bites would feel like against your lips. He smelled like cigarette smoke, but there was no discoloration to his skin to suggest he was the one smoking. He watched you through the hair threatening to dangle over his eyes, his gaze hinting at an attraction he had for you below his collected form. “Go on,” he murmured, voice soft and wispy as the space between the two of you seemed to warm.

You made a conscious effort to keep your sultry thoughts at bay as your thumb brushed over the area you had been avoiding telling him about. “You’re driven by desire,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… very in touch with your sexuality and you thrive on your indulgences.”

You couldn’t help but meet his eyes, the dark irises swimming with some kind of cocky smugness at what you had just told him. He pulled away from you, gently standing up. Part of you wished the counter between the two of you would vanish just so you could be pressed up against George at the mercy of his driven mind. “I feel it's only fair I tattoo you now,” he quipped, making your eyebrows raise. Your confidence shriveled yet you swore you wouldn’t let him know that fact.

You chewed on your lip, looking up at him with a hint of suspicion. “Oh, I’ve never been tattooed,” you avowed, voice carrying the slightest bit of your coaxing nature.

He smirked. “I’ll take care of you, I promise,” he cajoled, teeth playing at his piercings again as you were sure he was already undressing you with his eyes. “You read me, I’d like to do the same.”

And how could you refuse such an appealing offer?

You leaned back on your elbows, your skin sticking to the leather chair beneath you as you watched him pull back his hair, elastic band dangling from his white teeth. Despite securing back his locks, bits of his bangs still hung over his forehead. You liked the interior of his parlor, maybe because it was only the two of you.

George began to fill small caps of dark ink. “I think you should get some crystals in here,” you teased, making him smirk. “I could hook you up.”

“What, like a salt lamp?” He joked, pulling on a pair of dark plastic gloves.

You snorted, lying back and looking up at the ceiling. “It might be good. Lighten the place up a bit.” George swiveled his chair closer to you muttering some kind of line about only getting them from you, but his words fell silent on your ears as his hand pushed up your shirt. You were silently thanking whatever divine force above for swaying you towards slinkier lingerie earlier that morning.

You knew he could see the lacy edges of your bra by the way his eyes nonchalantly flashed up to you before laying out his template on your ribs. You could feel hints of his warm breath against your skin as he studied it. “You can look at it if you want,” he stated.

You shook your head, wanting him close to you as long as he could be. “I trust you,” you muttered, your eyes meeting his again. His tongue pressed against his cheek as he struggled not to smile at your statement. He had promised to cover a small scar for you and by the way he explained it, you were ready to be in his hands. You wet your lips as he adjusted the speed on his tattoo gun. “Will this hurt?” You asked, tucking one of your arms behind your head.

The look of unadulterated lust that he gave you made your toes want to curl. “Probably a bit. It feels good sometimes, though,” he answered. He came closer to you, resting his forearm on your stomach to angle himself in the right position. At the feeling of his skin pressed against yours, you swore your body was on fire. It took everything in your power not to moan. It could have been the adrenaline pulsing through your veins, but his soft breath and the anticipation of the needle made you feel like a junky. “I’ll be gentle, darling,” he leered, his accent muddy and low. He let the needles drag against your skin and you bit your lip, trying not to hiss at the pain. His eyes met yours. “See, not bad.”

You let out a breathy wheeze. “Shut up, you sadist,” you quipped, his chuckle coming out rather roguish as he focused on the work in front of him. Your nerves were more focused on the way George’s hands were barely caressing your body as if teasing and hinting at what he could do to you.

You drew in a sharp breath as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Shhh shh. It’ll be over soon,” he cooed, his voice sending goosebumps spreading across your body as his lips tugged into a light smirk. By your palm reading, you knew he was enjoying having this much control over you.

Part of you found it almost torture when George would look at you with soft and lusty eyes for merely a second before his gaze jutted back down to his work, murmuring soft praises about how well you were taking the pain. You would go under the needle anytime he asked, just to receive the sultry treatment he gave.

He was so close, you could have driven your fingers into his dark hair if you wanted. “How did you get this scar?” He asked, cleaning off some of the ink before continuing.

“A knife fight,” you answered without missing a beat, making him scoff. “Actually, I fell into my grandma’s glass table one time. My cousin was teaching me the Electric Slide,” you corrected, making him laugh, shaking his head slightly as he filled in a spot.

He let his tongue dart across his lips. “That’s so cute. Did you ever get it figured out?” To this you shook your head, the both of you laughing. You let out a groan as the needle dug into another area on your ribs, the sound making his eyes dart up to you. He leaned off of you, slipping one of his gloves off. “Wanna hold my hand, sweetheart?” He joked, but you took his offer, squeezing his hand in yours when it got painful enough. You held it close to your chest, hoping he would feel your heartbeat quicken each time he looked at you.

As he finished up his work, his thumb brushed against your hand absent-mindedly. You could tell by the way he gripped your hand as well that he enjoyed that the tattoo hurt you. Most of your mind was excited by how easily he was stirred up by you, while the rest was completely unsurprised and even threatened to bite out that he was a cliché.

When he was finally satisfied, he cleaned you up and stuck on a SecondSkin, biting back a grin at his work as he pulled you up by the hand he was holding onto you with. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited you were to see, swinging your legs over the side of his hair and walking towards his mirror. You held your shirt up, chewing on your bottom lip as you grinned at the ink. George rested a hand beside the mirror, watching you beam at his work.

All of his lines were flawless, your scar completely disappearing within his shading. You’d pitched the idea of an ode to the Creation of Adam. While it was cliche, what better to fit in the space below your breast and give George the impression that you were cultured. Yet you told him he could do whatever he wanted to it, resulting in one of the hands resembling a skeleton and the other holding a sucker. As you praised him, he shrugged off your comments, murmuring about it being his pleasure. He reached out his free hand, letting his thumb smooth over one of the edges of this bandage, which brought you closer to him.

Your cheeks warmed at the close proximity to him as his eyes grazed over your body before meeting your own. His hand moved from the bandage to your back. You leaned on your toes, pressing your lips to his. The tension between the two of you dissipated as he hungrily reacted, pulling you against him and savoring your moans as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

George’s hands moved down your body, swiftly hooking around your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist to bring you back to his chair. Your hands moved into his hair, letting it loose and wrapping the band around your wrist. The leather was cold as your back pressed to it. George leaned back to pull his shirt over his head, revealing more of the tree painting the expanses of his skin.

If you weren’t so eager to be touched by him, you’d be studying the work of art.

As his lips met yours again, you ground your hips against his, eliciting a moan to vibrate through his chest. You raked your nails down his back, trying to further draw out reactions from him as his hands attentively played with the lace of your bra, fingers ghosting over the skin pressing against the cups.

His lips left yours only to travel the length of your jaw and inch his way toward your waistband. Your pants were discarded with a swift tug from him before he pulled your thighs flush against his, grinding his hips against yours, hands gripping onto your sides to keep you in place. You tilted your head back, relishing in the friction as your body screamed to finally feel him take advantage of you.

You reached between the two of you, tugging at his zipper as your hunger for him escalated. His tongue flattened against your collarbone before his teeth pressed into your skin. You could feel his arousal through his jeans at the sound of your whimpering.

He pumped himself in his hand before pressing into you, the feeling of him inside of you making your head spin as if you were on some kind of ecstasy. Your moan came out needy and desperate as he thrust into you, gripping the edge of the leather seat as his breath hummed against your skin. Your fingers threaded into his hair, raking your nails down his neck as he groaned in your ear at the feeling.

One of his hands grasped your wrists together, pinning them above your head while the other wrapped around your throat. His eyes burned into yours as he leaned back, leaning his weight on your wrists and squeezing your throat, the lack of oxygen making each of your senses more heightened as he pounded into you.

Your moans of George’s name were grated as they slipped through your mouth, his relentless pace and intense hold nearly making you drool from the stimulation. By the practice of his actions, you wondered how long he had been stewing on demolishing you in this way.

He loosened his grip on your neck, leaning down to press his lips against yours, dragging his teeth along your bottom lip just to hear you groan from the rough action. You rolled your hips against his, letting him slow his pace to reach deeper within you. A sadistic grin spread across his face as he rubbed a thumb across your cheek, wiping away the makeup smudging around your eyes from his antics and the heat between the two of you.

He pressed his lips to your neck, wrapping his hand around the edge of the chair again to drive himself into you, the new angle muddling your mind and vision as your body ached to come undone. You sank your nails into his back, earning his low, raspy whispers of your name.

At his praises, you came, tugging on his hair as he bit into your shoulder again, basking in the feeling of you clenching around him.

The next day, George stretched his shoulders, peering through the front window of his shop. His mind sparked with the feeling of your legs around his waist and the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips. He could practically hear you whimpering his name in his ears as he went back to touching up a fading tattoo on his friend’s arm.

“OW, George,” Clay rumbled, thigh flinching at the jab from George.

George snorted, his mind still on the high he got from your pure trust in him as you laid out on his chair. “I’ll give you something to bitch about,” George grumbled, releasing just how gentle he was during your tattoo. The way your voice got soft and quiet when he rolled over a spot that was rather tender already would most definitely be a guilty pleasure of his.

Clay barked at him again as George jerked his hand, fulfilling his promise. “I’VE BEEN NICE TO YOU ALL MORNING.”

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loousir · 3 years ago

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[Naga] Snake Bites

Naga Male x Bold (& kinda dense) Artist Male Reader

Syerca

Setting: Mostly a Naga's cave deep into a forest.

Warnings: Soft lime at the end (marking/mate), bad (was the first oneshot in the original book), slight mention of naga attacking reader

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The fall breeze blew gently, tossing some fallen leaves around some worn shoes. The man who wore said shoes brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen into his face. He stared out into the woods, eyes following a gorgeous path until it disappeared.

"Hope you don't plan on goin' out there, " An older resident said. They were at the edge of a small cabin town. Some houses we're newer than others but that didn't seem to bother anyone. The houses were decently spaced and it was pretty active for being where most elders come to retire.

The man shrugged at the other's comment and adjusted the large hiking bag on his shoulders. "You shouldn't. Most don't make it back." The other male rolled his eyes and looked back to the elder. "I'm well aware of what lurks out there." He turned away from the other and set out on the path.

The path almost instantly secluded anyone who walked it from the chaotic world around it. He examined the terrain and all it had to offer, collecting some things along the way. His side bag was full of odd rocks and a book that had some pressed foliage, now had ones he hadn't collected before.

The walk was peaceful. Birds chirping as the wind rustled the leaves. The path was mostly covered but the leaves caused rays of light to shine through, giving him inspiration. He eventually found a spot to rest and decided to paint the path he was walking. Once his bag was set down, he pulled out a roll of canvas and laid it as flat as he could.

There were some paints and brushes in a holder in the middle of the roll and he smiled softly as he picked them up. He opened the bag and pulled out what he thought he needed as well as a small jar that held water to clean the brushes.

Close to 30 minutes had passed when he got a slight chill down his spine. He paused his painting and looked around. His eyes only saw the woods so he somewhat hesitantly went back to painting. After another 40-ish minutes passed, he finished his first of few paintings.

Luckily, the breeze dried his paints quicker than he had anticipated. He very carefully added a few layers of a sealant he had and let it dry. The same chill from earlier came around again but it was a bit more intense. He looked around as he finished cleaning and putting things away, noticing something in the distance.

Whatever he was looking at disappeared and he sighed as the now dry canvas was gently rolled and placed back onto the bag. He stood up, stretched, and continued his mostly peaceful walk, forgetting what he had seen earlier.

Some hours had passed, his periodic breaks allowing him to gain inspiration for future paintings. It was just after noon when he decided to make his own path. He pulled out a book and wrote directions so he could find his way back. In the process of creating his own path, he stumbled upon one of the most stunning places he'd ever seen.

It was a small, oasis-like area that had a magical feel to it. He stopped what he was doing and found the perfect spot to paint the scene in front of him.

While he painted, some birds had visited him and even a small snake had managed to befriend him and his paints. The snake had coiled gently around his wrist while he worked which made him smile.

The man had sat and painted the space for another 2 hours, finishing at around 2 o'clock. His (e/c) eyes looked up to the sky and he sighed, sealing his now finished work before packing everything away.

The snake was still on his wrist, not even bothering to leave so he just dealt with it. He continued on his own path for another hour. It was still fairly bright when he found himself at the entrance of a cave.

The small snake uncoiled itself and slid into a pocket on his cloak. The cave went deeper but he was cool with not going into it since he was going to leave soon anyway.

He stayed at the entrance and found a nice area to sit and relax, maybe get another painting done of what the cave looked like. It was gorgeous after all, nature framed the entrance perfectly, leaving some vines to hang down, moss covers rocks and small fungi scattered every so often.

He decided on just relaxing as he set his stuff down and leaned against a wall.

Soon enough, he had dozed off into his dreamland.

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I ssswear I'll kill that woman...

Ssshe won't leave me alone...

The large, gorgeous albino Naga slithered through the leaves, carefully making his way to his home. He had noticed some newer prints, clearly from something with two legs, but he didn't pay too much mind to them.

He reached the cave and sighed as he entered. Bright blue eyes scanned the area and his heart sank to his stomach when he saw a (tall/short/avg) man with (h/l) (h/c) hair leaning against the wall.

Pleassse dear godsss tell me he iss alive...

He quickly made his way to the motionless body, not noticing said body's items not too far away.

If ssshe killed another human to try to pleasse me... I ssswear...

As he was lost in thought, the other stirred thanks to his intense staring and slightly heavy breathing. The human yawned and stretched his back slightly as he looked up to the Naga with a slightly annoyed expression.

"Is there something you need?"

The Naga jumped slightly and stared down at him with shock but also joy, happy he wasn't dead.

"I apologize... I wasss afraid you had passsed..."

The Naga paused for a moment while the other rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Wait... You aren't... Afraid of me?"

The (h/c) shook his head and looked up to him again. "If you don't mind, I would like to take my leave." He said placing his hands on the ground in preparation to stand. The Naga stood speechless, staring at the smaller human sitting in front of him.

"Can you move please?"

With a nod and small apology, the Naga moved away from the male who carefully stood and stretched his limbs.

The white and yellow snake watched as the other took out a small pocket watch, that the small snake from earlier was now holding on to, and checked the time. "When the hell did I get so late..." The man mumbled to himself. The time read 8:11 and judging by the lack of light it was night time. He slipped the watch and snake back onto his pocket.

"Well, I better get going." He said grabbing his bag and putting over his shoulder. The Naga still stood, watching as the male walked to the mouth of the cave.

"W-wait!"

He looked back to see that the other had slithered closer and held a worried look on his face. "P-please don't leave! Y-you can't!"

"Oh yeah, and whys that?"

"I would rather not find sssuch a beautiful man ssslaughtered on my cave-step in the morning..."

Said beautiful man turned to look at him, slightly shocked at the statement.

"Pleassse just ssstay with me till the morning and I'll essscort you back to the village..." He looked frantic and genuinely seemed like he cared.

With a sigh, the other looked to the pleading blue eyes and said, "I don't bunk with strangers. I'll be fine." He turned and walked out of the cave, leaving the Naga shocked and frozen.

"Wait! I'm ssserious! Pleassse!" He followed after the human and froze once again when he saw him pinned by the she-devil herself. His bag had been tossed to the side, most of the contents falling out. She had him wrapped in her tail and smiled as he struggled to get free.

His shy demeanor had dissipated rather quickly. The small snake had gotten out of the other's pocket and hid in the nearly empty bag.

He suddenly lunged towards the woman he hated so much. She clearly hadn't noticed him before then and threw the human off to the side, his body slamming into a tree. The two of them fought as the one tossed aside slowly passed out, struggling to stay awake.

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Soft hands gently rubbed his back as he awoke again. His (e/c) eyes looked around the best the could but they didn't see much other than a wall. His whole body was sore but those hands were working wonders. The room was warm and whatever he was laying on was extremely comfortable. He closed his eyes and let out a pleased groan.

The hands froze and pulled away quickly, making him turn his head the other way. A set of bright blue eyes were staring with surprise that the male was awake. "H-hello there..." The human smirked and slowly blinked, "Hey sexy, why'd ya stop?"

The blonde blushed and looked away. "I dessspissse that remedy ssso much..." He mumbled as his hands carefully went back to massaging. "Mmm... I'm soooo tired... Will you cuddle with me?"

"No... Just go back to sssleep human..."

"Mm... Oh-kay."

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A soft warm light lit the room, if you could really call it a room. A rather noisy yawn resonated from a still fairly sore male. He carefully stretched and sat up, almost instantly laying back down.

"Fuuck me..."

His hand fell from what he now knows as a large hammock. Soft locks brushed against his fingers and without thinking he gently combed them, enjoying the soft and cool feeling on his slightly rough hands. The owner of said locks leaned into the hand, clearly not realizing whose hand it was.

The two enjoyed each other for a moment before the blonde realized the situation. He pulled away and sat up, looking at the still sleepy human in his bed. "Are you feeling better? Do you need anything?" He asked leaning in slightly.

"Something to drink, and maybe a name?" The Naga nodded and got a cup of water first. He sat up in the hammock carefully and crossed his legs slightly. Looking around, the room was neat yet cluttered with various items. He spot his stuff and cautiously, yet somewhat reluctantly, left the hammock to inspect them.

He sat on the large plush rug and rummaged through his own things, glad to see that everything he had was still there. Other than his canvas. He panicked slightly and looked around, immediately regretting the sudden movement.

Laying back, he closed his eyes and sighed. Mr. Naga came back and looked at the other on the ground. He hovered over him slightly till he opened his eyes. "Here, it'sss fresh ssspring water."

"Thank you." He said carefully sitting up and drinking what he was given.

"My name is Sssyerca." The other nodded. "(Y/n). Do you happen to know where my canvas is at Sssyerca?" He asked mimicking the way the other said it. Syerca blushed and nodded, moving over to a small table to grab it. (Y/n) stood up carefully from the floor and followed him to said table.

There was a large couch, clearly made for the naga, that (Y/n) sat on. Syerca sat next to him, and (Y/n) leaned on him, closing his eyes as he took in the snakes, surprising, warmth. Said snake blushed and looked down to the (h/c). He gently took the cup from (Y/n)'s hand and set it on the table.

"I hope you don't mind that I may have looked at your paintingsss..." (Y/n) shrugged and looked up to Syerca, one eye pressed against his side. "Are they ok? Physically?"

"Ah, yesss! They're fine. And quite beautiful if I might sssay..." Syerca said with a soft tone. (Y/n) smiled and looked down to the rolled canvas. He stood up and Syerca watched as he stood on the opposite side of the table. "Lie on the couch and get comfortable. Let me grab something real quick." He said walking over to his bag and rummaging around for a moment.

Syerca hesitantly did as the painter asked and made himself comfortable on the couch. (Y/n) found all of the supplies he needed and set them on the floor next to the table before sitting on his knees. "May I make a request?" He asked looking up to Syerca. The Naga nodded as he watched (Y/n) unroll the canvas. "Look cute and don't move till I say you can." Syerca blushed and adjusted slightly so that he was looking at the other.

(Y/n) started to put blobs of color onto the canvas. Syerca watched as the soft yellows and whites turned into his tail, then tans to his chest, and so on till it had gotten to his head, his face still not painted.

It had been close to 2 hours by that point but neither had seemed to notice the time go by due to being entranced by the painting. "Syerca. Could you look at me? Don't look at the painting." (Y/n) said, starting at the other's eyes. He blushed softly and looked into (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes.

Syerca took this opportunity to examine the human closely. His (e/c) eyes we're soft yet focused, while his (h/style) (h/c) hair moved slightly with his gentle head movements. He blushed and bit his lip slightly as he looked at his lips. They were a soft pink color and we're parted slightly as he worked, the occasional blep happening due to his focus.

Many minutes had passed before (Y/n) looked up and said. "Alright. You can move again." Syerca snapped out of his trance and looked down to the canvas. (Y/n) cleaned up as Syerca turned the canvas to look at properly. His eyes shined as he looked at it closer. "The amount of detail iss amazing..." (Y/n) looked up and smiled. "You can have it if you want it. I'll put it on a frame and sign it if you do." He said with a small laugh.

Syerca looked up as his eyes widened slightly. "Really? That would be lovely..." (Y/n) nodded and said, "I'll have to head back to my home though. If you'd be willing to come with me I could do it today." He went to get his pocket watch to check the time when he heard Syerca get off the couch. (Y/n) though nothing of it but tensed when he was hugged from behind.

He turned his head slightly to look at Syerca who buried his face into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck. "Uh... What are you doing that for?" The other stayed silent for a moment before responding. "I know thisss is extremely sssudden... But... Would you be willing to become my mate?"

"... What would be in it for me?" (Y/n) asked looking to Syerca who pulled away. "Protection from any other Naga, free-range of my territory... It will finally let me rid thisss world of that vile woman that attacked you..." He said mumbling the last part. His eyes looked to (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes and the other said,

"So you wanna be my boyfriend?"

Syerca was quiet before he broke out in laughter, his eyes closing as he did. "Yesss... I-if that'sss what humansss call... Call matesss." (Y/n) looked up and shrugged. "Ok. I'm single anyway." Syerca smiled and hugged him, gently pressing their foreheads together. "Would it be ok for me to mark you?" He asked quietly, looking into (Y/n)'s eyes.

"I-I don't know what that entails but um... Sure..." (Y/n) gently wrapped his arms around Syerca's bare torso. He gently rubbed the others back. It was smooth but the occasional line like bump came up, telling there was a scar there. Syerca leaned down to (Y/n)'s neck and placed soft kisses under his jaw. (Y/n) gasped and shivered, slightly tightening his grip on the male, not expecting what he did.

Syerca continued to kiss before mumbling, "Sssorry... But thisss might hurt..." (Y/n) was about to speak up but Syerca bit down on his neck, his canines sinking in. (Y/n) gasped and let out a small moan of pain as he hugged him. Syerca pulled away slightly and licked the spot where he bit. It left a tingling sensation behind and (Y/n) felt a bit weak after.

"Are you ok..? The mark will tell that your claimed... My ssscent will remain and only be picked up by other naga..." He gently brushed (Y/n)'s hair back. "I wish you told me that's what you were going to do..." Syerca looked away and sighed, "I didn't think you would allow me if I told you."

(Y/n) looked up to him and moved his hands from the others back to his cheeks. He gently rubbed them with his thumbs. Syerca smiled and (Y/n) smiled too. His thumbs gently rubbed over Syerca's lips, they were thin but still nice. Syerca smiled more and stuck his tongue out, showing it's slit. "I don't know what's in that... Saliva of yours but it made me feel pretty good."

Syerca moved (Y/n)'s hands from his face and interlocked their fingers. "Also what's with you and making me feel good?" He asked, resting his face on Syercas chest. "I apologize... But... Thank you for letting me... M-mark you." (Y/n) pulled away and looked up to the others eyes. "Let's get to know each other before we call it official though." Syerca nodded and rested his forehead against (Y/n)'s.

"I'll take you back to your village a little later. For now, let'sss get to know each other... Like you sssuggested..."

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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He Falls In Love At First Sight ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

You couldn’t hold back your groan as several drops of rain trickled down your back. You quickly ran towards the bus shelter just down the street noticing another person already stood under it with his coat above his head.

He smiled as you slid under, wiping the rain off of yourself. “It’s best to stay dry,” he mused, “I don’t remember seeing rain on the forecast when I left the house.”

You chuckled, brushing your hands through your damp locks of hair. “That’s probably what I get for taking my umbrella out of my bag really.”

You sat down beside him on the row of chairs once you’d dried yourself off. His eyes watched everything you did, very closely. “This might sound crazy, but do you ever think occasions like this happen for a reason?”

“It would be cool,” you replied, feeling his eyes stare across at you. “Do you think that’s why the heavens have decided to open? Judging by the way you’re looking at me.”

“I think they happen to create love at first sight. What do you think?”

Yoongi:

The nudge of Taehyung brought him out of his stare as he watched you walk around backstage. He’d seen many members of staff over the years, but there was something about you that instantly drew him towards him.

He glanced across at Taehyung who smirked back at him. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” He asked him, “do you really believe that’s something that can happen?”

Taehyung’s head nodded, “it’s definitely something I believe in. The idea of seeing someone and knowing their the one straight away is interesting.”

Yoongi nodded, glancing back across at you again. “You might think I’m crazy, but I think I’ve just experienced it,” he sighed, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile yet again as he looked over at you.

“So, go and tell her,” Yoongi encouraged, pushing gently against his arm. “All you have to do is go over and say hello. You never know, she might just be the one.”

“I think she might be, I’ve never felt like this before, ever.”

Hoseok:

His eyes fell on you as soon as you were introduced as one of the new choreographers at the Big Hit studios. He decided to stay in the studio as you were shown around, unable to take his eyes off you as you danced.

One of the senior choreographers noticed Hobi hanging around at the end of your routine. “Have you met Y/N yet?” She asked him, walking over to introduce you.

His head shook, feeling his heartbeat quicken as you got closer and closer to him. “Hobi,” he smiled, offering his hand out for you to shake.

His eyes quickly fell on your smile as you took his hand, noticing the firm handshake you had. “I’ve heard a lot about you, apparently your one of the good dancers here, so hopefully we can work together soon.”

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, struggling to keep his composure. “I’d like that,” he added, transfixed by your sight in front of him. “You were really good by the way…at dancing.”

“Oh, thank you. Hopefully one day you can show me a thing or two.”

Namjoon:

His head spun around as the studio door opened and you walked in. He looked across to the producer quizzically as you took a seat beside him. His jaw hit the floor as he watched you, finding his eyes studying your every move.

The producer chuckled at the expression on his face, “I’m guessing you’ve not met Y/N yet judging by the look on your face,” he teased, causing Namjoon to jump.

He straightened himself out before walking over to you. “You must easily be the prettiest face I’ve ever seen in this recording studio.”

You felt your cheeks glow at his kindness, accepting the light hug that he offered you. “You must be the first person in this studio that’s ever called me pretty,” you teased, sitting back down in your chair at the desk.

“Everyone else must be blind,” he commented, quickly speaking without thinking. “Sorry, that probably came off a bit strong, didn’t it?” He shamefully asked you.

“Don’t worry, it’s just nice knowing I clearly made a good impression on you.”

Jimin:

His stomach dropped as soon as he felt himself crash into something. He dropped everything he held onto to pull you off the ground, feeling his breath hitch as he came face to face with you for the first time, whilst you sorted yourself out.

Your eyes met his, smiling gently at him as he cleared his throat. “This might sound cliché, but are we in the middle of some sort of romantic move right now?”

You chuckled at his humour, which instantly made you feel better about falling on the floor. “I’m pretty sure in the movies they call it love at first sight.”

He nodded, looking away from you for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “I don’t know about you, but this situation certainly feels a bit like that. I think fate just pushed us together and made us bump into each other.”

“I think you might be right,” you laughed, covering your blush with your hands. “I never imagined I’d live out some sort of cliché movie script.”

“Really? Because the artist in me feels like I’m living a dream right now.”

Taehyung:

Your eyes fell on the dog that barked by your feet, kneeling down you scooped him up and began to look for a tag. When you saw nothing, your eyes looked around, noticing a guy frantically walking around the park with a dog lead in hand.

You yelled over to him, watching him race towards you when he saw you had his dog in his arms. “Thank you so much,” he smiled as he got close enough to you.

Carefully, you handed the dog back to him. “He’s quite a little terror running away like that,” you laughed, “I’m just glad you got him back safely.”

Once he’d caught his breath, the guy looked across at you properly. “Let me buy you something to say thank you for getting him, please,” he asked of you, but your head simply shook in response to his offer.

“I only did what any other person would do,” you assured him, ruffling the top of the dog’s head. “You don’t need to thank me for anything.”

“What if I rephrased my offer and asked you out on a date?”

Jungkook:

His eyes looked around the busy coffee shop, noticing one chair free at a table at the back. He pushed through the crowds and noticed you sat there flicking through one of the books you’d just bought from the local bookstore.

You didn’t realise he was there until he cleared his throat. “Do you mind if I take a seat?” As you looked up, Jungkook felt his heart stop at the brightness in your eyes.

You nodded, moving your things out of the way. “Be my guest.” Jungkook sat down, watching you with intrigue as you went back to your book.

He tried to find a distraction, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking over at you. “Do you want another?” He asked as you finished your coffee, not even giving you time to place the mug back on the saucer.

“Are you offering to buy me coffee?” You chuckled, as his head nodded. “You don’t have to, but I wouldn’t say no to another, as long as you don’t mind.”

“My parents always taught me to treat a girl you like with kindness.”

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an-emovision · 4 years ago

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❞𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦❞ - 𝕋𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕜𝕚

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Trigger Warnings(s): Fluff(?) ~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀~̴̡͉̞̈́̀ ❞𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜 𝑖 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑤��𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙❞ --------- You were a very outgoing person, very cheery and kind, always willing to talk to people and make friends. The almost exact opposite of Amajiki and yet he just couldn't seem to stop himself from falling for you. Every day he always found himself stealing glances of you in class, occasionally the two would lock eyes. You'd smile that brilliantly bright smile of yours and make Amajikis stomach do back flips and his heart flutter, he would always turn away before any further contact could be made. On one particular day Nejire had asked you to sit with the big three at lunch, to which you happily agreed to. Amajiki almost had a melt down when Nejire had told him, to which Mirio patted him on the back giving him a "you got this dude!" a grin, and a thumbs up. It made the poor boy feel...slightly better but as you approached them in the cafeteria Amajiki tried his best to keep himself together. Why did you have to be so attractive? how dare you, it was unfair really. He just couldn't take his eyes off you, confidence radiated from your form. Mirio once told him that if he waited to long that someone would steal you, Nejire agreed. You were after all one of the most popular students at UA, not only was your quirk amazing and your fighting skills godly but your looks where beyond words, Amajiki was painfully aware of these facts. "Hi guys!" You grinned and Tamaki almost fainted. "Glad you could join us!" Nejire smiled as she took you by the wrist and dragged you to their lunch table, you couldn't help but giggle at her excitement as she asked you a bunch of questions about you and your quirk. Most of the quirk questions she asked she most likely already knew the answer to, you four being in the same class and all. Nejire took a seat next to Mirio, across from you and Amajiki. "Soooo Y/N...Do you have a crush on anybody?" Nejire asked suddenly, making you choke on the tea you where sipping on. "I-I uh-" You tried to avoid looking at Nejires grinning features, she already knew the answer to her question. Of course you did and it was none other then the boy you where sitting next to, you didn't answer her question, simply coughed and continued to sip on your drink. She sucked her teeth, unsatisfied with your answer, if you could even call it that. Mirios eyes wandered to Nejire then to Tamaki who was silently eating his food, his face was beet red at how close you and him were, your shoulders where brushing against each other. Then Mirio looked at you, whos cheeks were dusted with a light shade of pink as you tried to brush off the last conversation topic. He rolled his eyes and had to fight the urge to just blurt out that the two of you should date each other already. Soon the lunch bell rang and it was time to head back to class, Amajiki let out a soft sigh as the four of you started heading to your shared classroom, you and Nejire chatting about a show that she had starting watching recently. Mirio fell behind them a bit so he could walk beside Tamaki. "So, When are you gonna tell them?" He asked, knowing full well that it would take some sort of miracle to get Amajiki to confess to his crush of two years. The shorter gave a small shrug before slipping his hands into his pockets. "I-I don't know...Really i don't think i ever will. " He again let out a gentle, almost sad sigh "I dont think i'm good enough for them, they're so amazing." "Aw come on Tamaki! you're part of the big three!" Mirio gently nudged him with his elbow, to which Tamakjis eyes wandered to the opposite direction. "They think you're awesome" "Well yeah but they're right behind us on the list of top students" Amajiki informed him. It was true, you were almost part of the big three yourself but you ended up failing a test by 6 points and getting knocked to fourth. You didn't mind, you where pretty comfortable in your spot. "What're you guys talkin' about?" Nejire asked, walking backwards and looking at them with the same sweet smile she always had gracing her soft features. "How awesome Y/N is" Mirio patted Amajikis back, making him let out a soft hum. You tilted your head "Oh yeah? im honored." You smiled "You guys are way cooler then i am." Nejire giggled, Tamaki stiffened at her sudden question "So which of our quirks is your favorite, Y/N?" You hummed, tapping your chin for a moment. Tamaki expected you to say Nejires quirk seeing as you two have been friends since you both stepped into class 1-A in your 1st year at UA. "I think Amajikis quirk is the coolest" You smiled to him, Tamaki noticed and then you smiled it was as if your eyes where smiling to, his heart practically exploded, barely able to get out a 'thank you'. You giggled at his shyness, finding it adorable as always. Nejire couldn't help but giggle at the two of you, Mirios grin widened as he two watched you to. "Nice choice Y/N" Nejire smiled as she took you by the hand as you four made it to class, seeing as you and her sat next to each other she lead you to your seats, ready to take on the rest of your day you sat down as class began. As the end of the day rolled around you stretched as you made your way to the front of your dorm building. You had some homework to do as well as some studying, then you thought you could train a bit then- You had bumped into someone, not to hard it just startled you a bit as you where to deep in thought, planning out the rest of your day. You quickly bowed "I'm so sorry I wasn't paying atten-...Amajiki? what're you doing here?" You had bumped into Tamaki, not only that but he was standing in front of your dorm room. "O-Oh I uh- I-I" He stumbled harshly through his words, on top of that he was mumbling. You noticed a small piece of folded paper in his slightly trembling hands and smiled, just as you noticed it he stopped mumbling and actually spoke up a bit. "I-I just- I wanted t-to give this to you" he held out the slip of paper, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs. You gently took the paper from him but before you could get another word out he scurried down the hall and disappeared around the corner. You watched him leave, letting out a small chuckle before unlocking your door and walking in, closing the door behind you with your foot and gently setting your school bag down. The day before, after class Mirio had suggested to Amajiki that he should write you a letter if he couldn't just out right tell you. "Like...A love letter?" Tamaki tilted his head. He didn't know how he felt about that, his writing skills weren't bad he just dreaded having to wait for your response, not only that but even considering rejection as a factor made him wanna puke. "Don't worry, i'm like 90% sure that even if they do reject you they'll be nice about it" Mirio gave a thumbs up as he finally convinced Amajiki to start on the letter that could make or break him. It was a huge deal, you were his first ever crush and he never thought in a million years he would be confessing to you. "They're nice about everything" Tamaki mumbled as he continued to write his letter. Miro chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Exactly, you have nothing to worry about." Tamaki wondered why he was so confident about this, maybe Mirio knew you would turn him down? Thinking about that being a possibility created a pit of nervousness in his stomach. Really it was the opposite, Mirio knew you would say yes, he was just excited to finally see his favorite ship finally become a couple. Back to the present you took a seat on your bed before unfolding the note and beginning to read it. Your eyes where wide as saucers when you finished reading it, the final sentence replaying in your mind at least a hundred times "Will you go out with me?"Butterflies invaded your stomach and your cheeks flushed, you decided to give him your answer tomorrow, wanting it to sink in that the boy you've had a crush on since the dawn of time liked you back. Amajiki was dying in his room as he awaited your answer, Mirio who had come over to study with him was laughing his ass off at the boys struggle. The next day you where standing in front of Amajikis dorm room with both Mirio and Nejire at your side, they had their phones out ready to take pictures of this momentous occasion. You took a deep breath before gently knocking on his door three times, it took him a moment or two before he opened the door, he immanently stiffened as he locked eyes with you. Bracing himself for rejection he waited for it but all he heard were the words he had been wanting to hear for the past two years "I like you to Amajiki" Nejire squealed and clapped as Mirio laughed "finally oh my god" Mirio said crossing his arms. Amajiki stood frozen, having to register what just happened, after coming to the conclusion that the love of his life did indeed just agree to date him he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and pulled you towards him by the wrist, placing his slightly quivering lips against your silky smooth ones. Nejire practically screamed as she took about a thousand pictures, Mirio looked away jokingly acting disgusted but he couldn't hold back his happiness for his friends, they found love and he was beyond proud of Amajiki for going through with his plan. Your eyes where wide and your face was crimson by the time Amajiki pulled away. He started to apologize profusely as he realized what he just did, which resulted in you having to tell him it was fine over and over again. The two where walking together hand in hand as you made your way to class, as shy as he may be he still wanted everyone in the world and their mother know that you belonged to him now and nothing walking this Earth was going to change that.

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Fruits Basket Manga Review , ch 111

sigh~~~ I feel that my recent posts are a bit negative towards the anime, but thats cuz the chapters I’ve read so far are either unbelievably important character depth content cut for no valid reason or content in the anime but packed with million other things that it lost its purpose or importance. Basically tohu’s ep 6 which consists of 4 chapters & now ep 5 which is a momiji ep & yup, packed with 4 chapters as well... so, I apologize for any negativity, my intention is just analyzing artistic & story-telling aspects, I love se03, but yeah it screwed up lots of important characters due to its not so thorough plot decisions & harmful character insight choices.

today.. we explore Momiji... but only before his curse breaks.

Furuba anime struggling to know how to design an episode based on various plot-heavy chapters?

so, they decided 13 eps, & decided one ep for momiji cuz motoko’s graduation & the fanclub is the core of the furuba & have already cut tons of tohru, cuz who cares? she’s kind. be like her. end of lesson. No. really, jokes aside, how to do this?

How to combine several chapters in one ep? collect small snippets from chosen chapters/content like a bee does flowers? you gotta skip some content, you gotta highlight others. The ep is only 20 min after all & you got an op & Ed that you cant always skip.... so.. furuba team decide that momoji’s ep should be true to his zodiac animal, this is the rabbits last appearance in spirit. so, they went with quick hopping from one chapter to the other like a rabbit?

No really, ep 5 is really like a rabbit in its flow, you can’t savior a moment enough before jumping to the other: we learned momiji grew up!! loves toheu romantically, challenged kyo, really meant it, wanted a fair love game, got freed, lost tohru romantically & faced momiji! but that’s not all? we still have space!! quick add akito’s moodiness & love triangle with her dog & her submissive bed partner, add a happy comedy for no reason whatever & make shigue kiss tohru & wish shes 'was his lover instead!!!!!!!!! Mind you all this happened in the anime before shigure hurt tohru with his “the truth of the zodiacs talk & them accepting & feeling consolance that kyo is doomed”talk.

-Gets whats my biggest surprise after reading this chapter ?????????

Shigure is consistent!! He isnt a rabbit hopping here & there. The dog is loyal & is tired for good reason! Him being depressed & his weird talk with thoru makes so much sense given the manga’s order.

Kyo is consistent!! In the anime, momiji surprise him with confession he loves tohru & challenge him, then kyo la~la~la~joins them downstairs for curry. Not a single expression on his face, where is the expression? it will appear when the plot is forced to address it: by the end of the ep when momiji face hin again. Then we get kyo’s reaction.

I need someone to tell the anime that actions require a reaction. You can refrain from showing a certain reaction if you can’t address it now, but you can’t erase it, negate it, then make it appear when have to!!!! couldn’t they make kyo refuse to join them & eat together? the other characters wont be surprised they think he’s needlessly moody. The audience will know that kyo is troubled with momiji’s challenged & it will excite them!!! having kyo just go eat & watch the momiji/hiro/haru/yuki comedy skit is weird.

The manga’s author wanted kyo to join the dinner, like the anime did. but huge difference. the author actually cares for logic reaction & understands that the audience aren’t dumb little kids that will sit & wait for kyo’s turn to...react! nope! she did this: (a) & (b) below.

-Lost Small Bits/ Panels from the chapter.. But Sadly Big Huge Chunks for Characters buildup & Growth:

(a) addressed the fact the hiro noticed kyoru is in love & dressed that shigure was right!! the cat being in love is a weird concept to the zodiacs! hiro reacted naturally & the author used hiro to flesh yuki’s (the rat), momiji’s (the rabbit) & haru’s (the cow) decision to silently watch the kyo (the cat) makes his own decisions to live!!! They won’t interfere or tell akito or remind him of his state as the doomed caged cat. So sad this moment is cut from yuki. Why must yuki only interact with kyo to beat him (all seasons)? why must yuki only think of kyo to envy him (all seasons) ? Here, yuki’s growth towards kyo as a person & his relationship with tohru is 1000 times better than all tohru is my mom’s sh!t & I envy kyo’s Sh!t we saw in the anime over & over till we memorized it.

(b) kyo didnt just go la~la~eat with momiji after knowing he loves tohru. Nope, there’s small bits missing: called logical emotional reaction. He was surprised he’s caught pining over tohru! cuz yuki, the audience representative, has told us in the previous chapter that ppl in love dont notice anything around them. Kyo thinks him being cold hid his feelings. the dummy’s feelings are as bright as the sun in the Sahara, tohru too. a child read her! such small thing that wont take much space from the ep but was cut cuz kyo only needs to be responsive at the ep’s end. & this scene of kyo & tohru looking awkwardly at each other is minor in space but so important cuz kyo is determined to let go but his decision is challenged by not only momiji, but his natural attraction to tohru. Here he knows he’s caught & exposed... here he knows momiji is a better choice for tohru cuz he wont didn’t hurt her mom... here he knows that even yuki is better cuz never had to pretend to be cold to her... here he knows the world is better than him... & here he just cant help by smile & walks towards her... T_T ... another lesson in writing slow burns by Takaya-san.

-Why would the anime team pass on this?? drawing kyoru closer after the epic tear in Cinderella ep, cuz they want empty suspense~! The anime team thinks that if kyo & tohru stand next to each other, then it means all their issues are solved & the audience are so stupid as to forget tohru’s mom, kyo’s imprisonment, kyo not confessing his sins to tohru & tohru’s need to make a choice wether to fogive hom or not.. nope! you see, they think, ppl who read mangas are smart, so the author can give this epic symbolism & pp would still be not sure kyoru is end game & tohru will forgive him or kyo even fogive himself, but ppl who watch, oh no, gotta cut all the plot worthy content, produce a graduation song for a minor character, cut all kyo/tohru interaction cuz it only means romance & not at all character depth & oh if we show yuki actually formulating deep thoughts that aren’t centered around him, the audience might forget his se02 struggles! or that might ruin yuki’s upcoming growth moment in the finale where he .. you guessed it hits kyo.. as he always do & sulk & think abt himself cuz yuki can only do monologues when he’s directly involved.... man~it is so sad how the anime is dumped down.. Who is the target audience again? not kids as young as hiro cuz even hiro is smart!

-just look:

Momiji talks abt kyo shouldn't give up loving tohru & the authr shows this this ghost!!! his mom! The author reminds us that kyo isnt da~~~~ forgetting anything. He’s a deeply troubled soul & hos mom wants him locked cuz she too was locked in a cage & thinks that’s safer...why oh why you dump ur own story! sh!t~

Side Notes:

I like the closeups on Kisa’s face as she interacted with kyo. It’s very rare for kisa to have a world beside the endearing parental/big protective bro/big doting sister love she has with tohru & haru & off course the romantic love with hiro which was perhaps since their birth or sth. lol. Kisa & kyo arent much on the brotherly side as they rarely interact, but its one of those refreshing interactions she has that helps cast a new light on her as tiny as it is, but its sth out of the norm around her. She sees him around tohru & gets to perceive his true unprovoked character. “He is nice guy”.

I really wanted to punch kureno this chapter.. like Shigure is a jerk shitty dog for sleeping with akito’s mom but kureno... dude.. you submissively sleep with the guy’s eternal love interest & still walks in on him talking to her!!! lol. you’re mentally, emotionally & physically weaker than him & yet, she puts you on her bed, not him & you, tho not wanting her at all, dont walk away. No wonder shigure is defeated & wishing for someone like tohru, lol! Even if shigure met an older tohru-like person, it wont work. shigure deserve someone like him mean, schemer & loves playing power games. Tohru is someone who values honesty & commutation, not saying she’s an angel on earth, but tohru knows who suits her.. except fate is saying: NO. .... currently. lol.

I know kureno’s weakness is part of his character & I love that such characters exits. There are ppl ike that in real life. It’s just this chapter, I felt shigure’s frustration. XD

Yuki in this ep is the best yuki. no exaggeration here, I love when yuki is calmly thoughtful of others & here its kyo of all ppl !!!! cutting this scene is sad.. without it, kyo & yuki remain a cat & rat in the anime. Only ever thinking abt each other thro envious binoculars or hateful words or yuki giving kyo comedic hitting or life’s problem-solving hitting. Why can’t anime yuki be interactive outside his self-centered issues is beyond me.

Momiji & kyo’s interactions are always the best! whether comedy or drama.

I hated the curry cooking scene in the anime... so weirdly out of the ep’s flow.. very forced comedy... in the manga it had a purpose! not just quick add comedy cuz next shot momiji curse breaks & drama & we’ll close the ep with tears & sadness & glimpses of hope...

I love haru’s answer to hiro... so him.. “a guy can’t fall in love?”so chill.. so..simple.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #manga spoilers #fruits basket manga #manga review #sad paper #mad paper #I'm having shitty personal day dont mind me #sorry for extra anger #if it sounds like I;m screaming or shouting #I'm not i swear #I really love the anime & se03 is the best content among the other seasons #its just have big giant issues in plot & characters....

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