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[cannimumsable]

izuku who doesn't remember or know kacchan is trans will always be so fucking funny to me. he just sees kacchan in pants/skirt (depending on transmasc/transfemcchan) in UA and he's like mm. anyways

[mcthmancometh]

baylor dawson 💋

💋: did you ever lock lips? did you want to?

“Me? I’m not exactly Baylor’s type,” August scoffs, arms crossed over his chest. It’s ostensibly the truth. Everyone knows Baylor is a ladies’ man, often to great success. He goes after girls who are gorgeous, and popular, who will make a pretty trophy to brag about to his friends so he can move onto the next one, and August is exactly none of those things. But, well, the thing is—

It went a little something like this.

Almost exactly a year ago. Baylor, home for winter break, throwing the rager to end all ragers to celebrate his homecoming, the first Baylor Dawson Extravaganza Misty Mountain had seen in months. August, desperately searching for some sense of normalcy in a life that only seemed to be getting more turbulent by the day, somehow ending up there even though the two girls who used to drag him to those sorts of things weren’t exactly around to do it anymore (one of them being dead and the other acting like August went and died along with her). It was a shitty, stupid idea, and August spent the better part of two hours getting progressively more drunk as he tried and failed to track down a single friendly face. He was just about to give up and head home when he went out the back door and practically tripped over the man of the hour himself, sitting on the back deck all on his lonesome.

What are you doing here? Baylor had asked, brow furrowed, but he sounded more confused than anything. His words were slurred and his blinks were slow.

August had frozen the second they made eye contact, going full deer-in-headlights, and when he did manage to find his voice again, the truth had tumbled out: Looking for a friend. But I don’t think she’s here. So I was just leaving.

And then Baylor had said, Want some of this? and offered out the joint in his hand. August had stared warily at it for a long minute, then, with no shortage of caution or trepidation, he’d made his way over and sat down. And, for the first time in their lives, August and Baylor had had an actual conversation.

Well — Baylor did most of the talking as they passed the joint back and forth. He went on and on about school and football and his issues with his parents and his insecurities and damn near verged on an existential crisis while August listened and wondered why the hell Baylor was telling him all of this and what the catch was.

You get it, though. Right? Baylor had finally asked.

Yeah, August had replied. Because weirdly, he did.

And then Baylor had kissed him.

And August had kissed back.

He has no idea how long that went on — it wasn’t exactly just a kiss, but it wasn’t exactly more than that, either — but then there was a loud crash from somewhere inside the house and they’d jerked apart and just kind of blinked at each other in startled confusion for a minute.

Baylor had gotten up and said, You should go. And he hadn’t sounded pissed, or sad, or — anything, really. Just kind of resigned. He went inside. August smoked a cigarette and then he went home.

He hasn’t seen Baylor more than in passing since then, the few unavoidable encounters passing with a subtle but intentional lack of eye contact from both parties. Baylor hadn’t gotten into any of the multitude of reasons August shouldn’t tell anyone about it, but he hadn’t had to — August had immediately added it to the pile of shit he fully intends on taking right to the grave. (And who the fuck would he even tell, anyways?)

“Besides,” he adds, “I doubt the guy even knows my name.” And that part, at least, is the complete and honest truth.

[sleepymarimo]

I'm so sad and tired of reading by accident people that don't tag their angst saying Toji would never forget his late wife and that his heart died with her. I only trust your writing about him, you're the best Toji writer! What do you think Toji would do if his s/o was feeling insecure about not being good enough compared to his late wife?

hello there anon! thank you so much for the praise, you’re too sweet 🙂‍↕️ i’m glad you like how I write for toji!

now onto your question…

I think it’s a little complicated in the sense that toji really needs time to understand how you feel and, more importantly, how to get you out of that headspace of insecurity.

this mostly applies to the earlier stages of the relationship when he’s still learning, still adjusting to sharing his life again. and, honestly, toji isn’t overly prone to reminiscing or thinking ahead- he lives in the moment, hence the gambling and looking for distractions.

he doesn’t mean to ever make you insecure, of course not, but hey, things happen.

now, toji is really good at telling when things are wrong, but horrible at picking apart why. he can tell you’re insecure or feeling upset the second you wake up. as soon as you breathe wrong, he can tell something is up.

unfortunately, he can’t bridge that gap regarding the cause. this is where time comes in, because he needs to learn to connect the dots. when he learns why you feel the way you do, he isn’t quite sure how to process it.

she’s always going to have a place in his life, whether you accept it or not, whether he accepts it or not.

but, the love he holds for you is in everything he does and might be easy to overlook depending on your love language.

he’s bad with words, maybe with gifts, but he never forgets your order at your favorite restaurant, never forgets to fluff the pillow the way you like it, never forgets to text you when you’re off work.

you’re a priority to him, you’re the now, and that won’t change.

ultimately, how he responds will depend on his partner. he’ll ask you how you feel, will bluntly bring up the fact that you’re acting off, and he’ll do what you need him to do (I believe he’ll benefit from a partner who is honest about what they need). as he did for megumi-mama, he’ll change for you. when he’s in love, he really only cares about your approval and, quite frankly, he doesn’t see an issue with it.

[divya-effendi]

Divya's high-healed boots clicked against the concrete and asphalt as she crossed the street to Oliver's flat from where she'd parked. The elder witch was in the business of keeping powerful allies, and Oliver was no different. He'd had a long history with the Effendi coven, and now that she was their leader, the deitie's history continued with Divya. She knew she wouldn't have to knock as she neared his door, putting on a hint of a smile as he opened the door wide.

"You're adorable if you think the cold still bothers me, darling," she teased as she half-hugged the fellow, placing a half-hearted peck on his cheek. The other arm still held a well-decorated box, a velvet bow bouncing slightly as she adjusted its weight slightly. "Oliver, you do spoil me," she added as her hand gracefully lifted a flute of champagne from the tray. "I figured I might very well do the same," she teased, placing the medium-sized gift box on the dining room table beside them. "'tis the season for giving, and all that."

Closed Starter: @divya-effendi

Oliver hummed about, his feet gliding over the ground levitating just slightly off the ground, as he set up refreshments for his coming guest. As a deity he had no need to eat, but he delighted in sweets and snacks, and he felt it was rude to just have them come and work with no niceties especially this time of the year. A tray of cookies in an array of red, green, and white, hot chocolate in festive mugs, and flutes of champagne in case sweets weren't to her liking.

Oliver loved to collect anything that hummed with magic, perhaps tilting luck in his favor to find and collect them, he was like a magpie. Eventually he would pass them back on to whoever they truly belonged to- he thought of himself more like a way point for artifacts. And he kept the truly dangerous ones locked up tight under powerful barriers. Tragically as much as he loved magical times and artifacts he had no nose for figuring out what he did. He outsourced this task to powerful witches who could read just what they did and gauge how dangerous they were.

"Welcome! Come in from the cold! Please relax I have a wonderful spread of things that came in today for you to look at. I feel like most of them are trinkets but you're the expert." The deity ushered Divya in from outside offering a seat. "Make yourself at home."

[renatusest]

@geidonteispostergirl

When she'd heard of a market, Cheryl thought of something simple like a farmer's market or small cluster of booths; however, instead the Opalarian market town was just that-- a bustling, overwhelming expanse of different businesses. The only thing she could compare it to was an outside mall, simply on a giant scale.

Cheryl wondered how anyone would build something like this, and just how big this island actually was, as she walked through the market town's streets. So many different people, so many things for sale that seemed right out of a fantasy movie or novel...

Yet, what soon caught Cheryl's immediate attention was another young woman, one that was, undeniably, gliding through the air effortlessly. The sight of someone flying in broad daylight was so much of a shock that Cheryl could only stop and stare, her eyes following the other person until she finally touched down to the ground. Cheryl blinked, even going so far as to pinch her own arm.

Somehow, it was all still reality.

Cheryl couldn't stop her curiosity from getting the better of her, and walked right up to the other woman (she wasn't that far away, after all). She didn't even try to be subtle.

"Did you just fly here? Seriously?"

[samxbradford]

closed starter for: @rubywritesrp location: streets of kismet harbor, cresthill meadows

Sunlight doused the morning in pastel hues and the cold air felt strangely wet as it touched his skin. His attire was not suited for such temperatures, still cold enough to send shivers down one's spine. Sam was numb to the wind that pressed ice cold kisses against his skin and the breeze that carried the salty breath of the ocean closer and closer until he was engulfed by its scent. The world lay in front of him in strange shapes and Sam could not quite discern where the distortion of his skewed perception came from. He swallowed and there was a desert sleeping in his mouth, as his feet decelerated their step until he had come to a standstill, a gradual halt too catch some air. He'd slept and eaten too little, had trespassed his boundaries and now paid the price. Lowering himself on the pavement of the nearly vacant sidewalk, he closed his eyes and the dizziness slowly began to fade as he breathed out. Leaning his back against the wall of a building, Sam buried his head in the palms of his hands, as though it would appease the throbbing sensation that pulsed through his temples.

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @elplus || starter call. ]

─「エデン」─  " doctor, i have a question. " the genuine curiosity presented in those aureate orbs of hers spelled how she indeed had something to ask him. something that apparently had been on her mind if a thick book about old myths from various cultures was any hint to this inquiry of hers. " why is it that whenever a sacrifice is needed, it's always a maiden ? is there a reason for it ? " what did one's virginity has to do with being suitable sacrifice ?

[resonater]

@dragonplated liked this

in the latter half of winter, undella undergoes a near absence of people entirely. virtually no one is seen around outside, the villas are almost entirely unoccupied, and the town waits in this lull before the shift into the warmer seasons. lacunosa shares a bit of this phase too; the nights are emptier with fewer visitors. it offers even less than undella as far as a reason to stop by, but the residents will still be there starting their days the same. again, again, again, and again.

so, the cape just really stands out here.

it's hard not see it flapping and twisting to the wind's whim. nate catches a glimpse of the cape-wearing-person some ways down the shore he's on. he can only give them a moment's attention before the next wave rolls in and pulls back, slightly dragging the lighter part of dhelmise's body in the wet sand.

but nate notices the jellicent that was floating some distance away has taken the distraction as an opportunity to disappear from his sight. not good. he doesn't waste time to crouch down and tugs at dhelmise's chain with some urgency. time to come back, get cloyster now.

to his relief, dhelmise's anchor does return with his pokemon in tow. she looks fine, only slightly confused at her sudden retrieval from ocean. dhelmise starts to rattle its chain violently, though. there's no way it could still be about that jellicent.

that's right. that person isn't where he saw them anymore either.

[abrvcadvbra]

There had always been something about her. The way her eyes would immediately scan every room she’d enter, looking for each exit and examining everyone that occupied her space. The way she’d didn’t flinch around the criminal-esque situations that came with dating a Cartel leader’s son. But most importantly, the way she instinctively reached for a holstered gun that wasn’t there. Matias assumed Catarina believed there were no witnesses to that movement, but he saw. He always saw. 

Isai wasn’t exactly a discreet person. Taking advantage of his status in his father’s cartel and in his role as overseeing the drug trafficking portion probably was his favorite hobby. Matias hated it. And honestly, he hated him. The youngest Cardenas child wasn’t the most favorable kid either, and Isai knew this. Matias suspected that was the reason why Isai would act out so much. Whatever the reason, they couldn’t risk full exposure. Leave it to Isai to bring in an undercover cop. 

As the Lieutenant of the Cardenas Cartel, sometimes Matias is given jobs he’d much rather pass along. But watching Catarina was far too juicy to pass up - even though he was supposed to be watching after Isai. Still, Matias stood by in the doorway of yet another useless gathering party with a glass beer bottle in hand. Shoulder leaned against the doorway, he heard familiar footsteps approaching. Her. “I was wondering when you’d show face,” Matias greeted with a playful smirk, keeping his gaze forward toward the wild Cardenas son who decided to hop up on a table, singing along to the song. ”Catching up your bosses on the latest with your sweetheart?” Finally, he peeled his gaze away from the annoying bunch of baboons to send a sarcastic grin her way. // @multxfacies

[billieblackwclls]

day of the call, early night, their place. with ; gabriel gallo — @carrved

the door behind her just closes, shoes barely had the time to come off that she makes her presence known, bag falling into its usual spot, ready to go at a moment's notice. " question for you, lover. " no need of a hello to even confirm his own presence, the aura in the room enough for her to recognize when he is or isn't taking up a space he fills so well. there is a magnetism he commands anywhere he stands, slouches or lays. one that still leaves her impressed, no matter the years used to its orbit. the day had been long, evening longer. depending on his answer, the night could stretch the longest.

" actually, maybe a little game. guess who disrupted the middle of a settlement meeting ? " finding him on their couch, it's overly easy to walk a path behind it. easier to let her hands fall on his shoulders, trailing down his arms as she's leaning in, lips to his ear to whisper some more hints to guide him through a possible answer. " it was the weirdest phone call i've ever received, topping any of your drunken ones. " holed up in her office the whole day, she didn't have the time to assess the wide spread of this incident.

but she did not actually intend to play anything, honeyed demeanor and sultry voice contrasting the much more solemn subject of the inquiry. " i trust you did not, in fact, give out my personal number to one late giovanni moretti ? " of course, she would be upset if he had, death of a man aside. it made no sense for that line to ring at the time it did, much less who the speaker tried to impersonate, as he had been retrieved from the river mere days ago. she knows gabe to be far more intelligent than a lot of people make him, trusts he keeps her as an ace up his sleeve and not displayed into his casual hand. still, he is the fastest link to the late head moretti, it's more than fair of her to ask. she simply hopes she was not part of his gang leader's little black book.

[maricabrera]

WHO: @coltonatwater WHERE: The Side of the Road Somewhere

Mari had been on her way to pick Colton up- well, if you could call their little ritual picking him up. She usually drove to meet him, honking twice and then climbing into the passenger's seat of the old truck and allowing the blonde to drive from there. Which was the plan tonight for their dinner plans, except... well, except Mari was driving from one town over and if Mari was driving for more than five minutes there was more than likely going to be some kind of incident. Except, by the grace of the universe or someone, this incident wasn't her fault.

She'd been sitting at a red light when the car came up quickly behind her, swerving at the last minute and only clipping the back corner of her car, which caused her to panic and hit the gas. Luckily, Mari hadn't hit anyone else- just ran her car up onto a curb and hit a light pole. There was no driving it to Colton's, but there were also no injuries, which she was grateful for. But it did mean she was going to be incredibly late...

"Before you say anything, it's not my fault." She began, cutting off the man's greeting when he answered the phone. "But I'm gonna need you to come pick me up. Please." She added the word of gratitude a moment later. "And maybe bring a tow truck? Ol' Betty... she's..." Letting out a sigh, Mari turned to look at her truck, still pressed against the unmoving pole with the hood and grill crumpled around the metal. "She's in a state. I promise dinner after, on me. And dessert. And drinks. I'll even sing you a song." She mused. "I've already dropped you a pin for the location." Chewing on her lower lip, the brunette leaned back against the wrecked vehicle and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry. I can Uber home and we can reschedule if you want. I'm sure you're sick of playin' my knight in shining armor."

[angclnumber]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @fruitpoem ! BASED ON: this plot !

"I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK you're doing with them ." dawn's nose wrinkles with the words, her brow arching as she looks them over . "with the fancy fucking tesla and daddy's trustfund and — those stupid boat shoes ?" the disgust on their face is apparent for a few moments even through their frustration . "we literally make fun of people like that and now you're —" dawn fumbles for words . "what, into it or something ? "

[clemencetaught]

"Thank you so much for introducing me into your busy schedule," Hermes says and he's oh so very polite, epitome of status and class, of the Capitol, complete with something less polite glistening in his eyes, making his stare resemble the kind worn by someone curiously waiting to see whether the distracted mouse will see the lurking cat in time. He comes up around Patrick, offering his hands. "Let me take your coat, hm? Care for a drink?" ((btw if Patrick is more of a jacket kinda peep here pretend it says jacket >:3333333)) || a year late but here we are ( unprompted w/ @mythvoiced )

One would think at his age, the stream of clients on his end would be slowing down by now. The copious amounts of surgeries and skin care routines Capitolites undergo would indict so– he’s already past his prime and with the pool of victors always growing larger and larger each year, he would assume the Capitol’s attention on him would fade. The Capitolites are like crows in that respect, eyes drawn to what is shiny and what is new, their attention spans that of goldfishes.

One would think then, that he’d be discarded by now, being OLD now and therefore in the Capitol’s eyes, as good as dead.

“But of course,” Patrick says astutely, flinching when he realizes the client has managed to sneak behind him. Well that’s new– most clients wait for him in their bedrooms. Most clients would have their avoxes let him in, the task of welcoming a guest apparently too arduous for those of their class. And most clients wouldn’t offer to take coats either. Perhaps this one was raised with a military background of sorts.  “Your father has a great deal of connections to the games and President Snow certainly didn’t want to disappoint his son. You know our president holds the games to the highest esteem.”

The coat stays on for a moment longer. He tries to savor it, his armor, as he looks around the foyer. It’s ornate, just like all the ones that came before. And all the ones that will come afterwards– at some point when you’ve seen one interior of a mansion, you’ve seen it all. The heirs of the elite aren’t much better and with the way his newest client looks at him, like he’s supposed to provide some sort of entertainment at the moment, Patrick can only bite back a sigh. Only three hours, Patrick tells himself. Slowly, he forces a smile. Three hours and then he can get on a train and go back home. Back to Sun. 

“It would be my pleasure,” Patrick says, finally offering Mister Hermes his coat. His stomach turns. “I suppose we all need a drink before the main event, hm? And a chance for me to get to know you, my dear.”

[requiemofrebellion]

@multianime - starter

A soft sigh left the blue haired male as he slowly stood up from the ground. His body was a bit sore from the training he was trying to do on his own before he had to reluctantly go home. Nagisa gathered up his things around the forest before heading out and back towards the class E building. He was sure a lot of the students had gone home by now. He wondered if the teachers even went home, knowing Koro-sensei though he was probably off across the planet to attend something. So, Nagisa didn’t think there was much use to check inside the building to say his final goodbyes until he saw them tomorrow. So, he turned away from the building, ready to head out towards the main campus when his eyes laid on a familiar redhead. 

“ Karma? ” At first it was a question, before a smile formed on his lips and he started up a walk to get closer to his friend. “ Hey, Karma. I didn’t think you’d still be around after school, what are you doing? ”

[antigohnes]

❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   do-hyun  ( @daemonry ) .

            𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐑𝐔𝐄'𝐒  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐋  𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒  𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆.  Eyelashes  still  wet  with  tears,  she  scrubs  furiously  at  her  face  and  shoots  an  unkind  look  at  the  other.  She'd  been  under  the  impression  that  she'd  have  a  moment  of  peace  to  herself,  but  having  been  caught  in  such  a  vulnerable  state  has  left  her  feeling  both  angry  and  shamed.

            Rue  straightens,  the  line  of  her  back  as  stiff  as  a  ruler  and  her  face  now  moulded  into  an  emotionless  mask.  She  should  feel  somewhat  aghast  at  herself  for  the  immediate  dislike  she  has  for  this  man;  she  doesn't  know  him,  after  all,  and  yet  Rue  can  only  consider  him  the  way  she  considers  anyone  else  who  looks  at  her  a  second  too  long  —  Hurt.  Lonely.  Seen.  It  terrifies  her  to  be  seen  too  closely.

            Her  tone  is  nothing  short  of  annoyed  when  she  finally  speaks,  as  if  he's  committed  a  great  offence  against  her.  ❝  Has  no  one  taught  you  any  manners?  It's  rude  to  stare,  you  know.  ❞

[prvtocol]

@crimson-sorrow : forget about me ,   just save them . (from Alucard~) | ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . ᠂ ⚘ ˚

The sharp caw of a crow passing overhead severs the eery silence of this forested Realm. Her body stiffens but blocky-heeled steps keep purposefully slow, careful in meandering around the patches of fog, the piles of discarded crates, and areas of tufted grass. Careful not to disturb the silence and careful as something inside tells her to be. Chilled to the bone, a med kit in hand, the Survivor searches each dilapidated wooden structure for one offering a better place to hide. She finds someone else instead.

     “Alucard?” Yes, she recalls his name from the campfire. Her memory is often foggy as their environment, but names seem to stick. Hand grips the med kit’s handle harder as strained gaze takes to searching his fallen form —is that blood? Without hesitation, empathy overriding her squeamishness, she kneels by the man's side. Shaky hands fumble getting the latches open on the kit. Alucard looks pale, weak, he tells her to move on, but she can’t.

     “I have not seen the others yet so, please, let me help you now.” With a whisper and eyes full of concern, she pleads. "What happened?"