#prettyiwa

[koushuwu]

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐞 ↳ for @prettyiwa | happy holidays, ix ♡

Wake you up in the middle of the night to say "I will never walk away. I'm never gonna leave this bed." You say go, it isn't working, and I say no, it isn't perfect, so I'll stay instead.

holiday special masterpost

[lanalove2012]

[cestcirque]

I saw this tweet (https://twitter.com/animetv_jp/status/1777758643674374595) and immediately thought of you!

this was like!!! the best way to round out the day on Tuesday thank you I love you 🥺💜

and for real I am so SORRY it takes me forever to get to asks on this blog it’s bc I refuse to update my mobile app

[daryascurse]

🌹🌹🌹!!! As many lines as you want! 💜💜

ehehe i will make u regret that <3

“It’s fine, I just thought I had forgotten something.” He clears his throat, and his words come slowly, bracing himself through the shudders. “So, what did you need?”

“I was just wondering if your visitor found everything fine? I hadn’t seen her come back to the lobby. I’d be happy to escort her downstairs when she’s ready to leave.”

Bitch. Your hand slides forward, dragging saliva with it as you stroke gently down, cupping him and turning your wrist as you move back up with trembling fingers. You shift your shoulders and move your head as the adrenaline begins to melt into energy.

“Oh. Thank you for taking care of my girlfriend, but she’s fine.”

“Is she in the break room?” There’s a pause, something sour in the receptionist’s voice she can’t hide, and you’d smile if you could. But your lips are stretched, sore, saliva and precum rolling from the corners of your mouth and down your chin when you take shuddering breaths that pain your chest to keep so quiet.

[whats-her-quirk]

Came here to say that I was re-reading some of your Jean works and the way you write him makes me rethink some of my SNK faves. I am absolutely enamored by the way you write & I want to thank you for sharing your work💜 I hope you have a good weekend!

Ix I’m beside myself, this is such a compliment and I’m just glad you enjoy them and wow thank you so much. This means the world to me. I’m wishing you all the best!! Take care!! 🩵🩵

[prettylittlefirebird]

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Last Updated: 9 Sept 2024

[seiwas]

Hi, Sel!! I am awful at responding to things but I want you to know that the asks you've sent and the comments you've left have warmed my heart. Thank you so much for your kind words & for being such a positive force in fandom 💜💜 I hope spring is kind to you 💜

hi ix!!! this is so sweet of you omg 🥺 i’m glad you enjoy my lil ramblings from time to time (i’m relieved they’re even legible atp 😭) but waaah it makes me so touched to hear this from you 🥺 your works are truly some of my favourites and i can’t fully put into words how each one of them makes me feel 🥺

i hope spring is lovely to you as well!! 🥹���

[weird-dere-writes]

Hey! Popping in to say that I’m thinking of you and I hope you’re doing well! I love you!! 💜😘

Ix, my precious, my beloved <33333

Thank u for thinking of me :3

I am doing okay! :D

Some major changes have happened in recent times irl, so I've been spending some time away from tumblr mostly. But seeing this and another message in my asks was so lovely 😘💋.

I love you dearly 🥰💞💞💞💞💞.

I hope things are okay with you too! I am always wishing you well, always hoping warmth fills you, always willing a smile to come to u mhm mhm 🙂‍↕️.

Cuddling u uwu 🫂🫶🏾.

[pockcock]

GLOBAL CALL FROM TURKISH WOMEN

PLEASE RETWEET AS MUCH AS YOU CAN! PLEASE TAG OTHER PEOPLE. WE NEED HELP.

@ivystoryweaver @satans-helper @allmoshnobrain @cordeliawhohung @simpbyday @bluebellhairpin @saphhonic @cower-before-power @prettyiwa @spicedmilktea @lue-arlert @ssslime @braunsbb @whats-her-quirk

[kazuyummy]

dating sim picrew thread!

what would YOU be like in a dating game? several dialogue options to choose from based on how you'd talk - or make one for a fictional character!

picrew link: here

no pressure tags: @true-deru @stigandr-the-cat @meggsngrits @kailali @fushigurro @auslanderka @chaotic-on-main @ceenthesis @giogama08 @heroesfan101 @koushuwu @prettyiwa @ricecrispiebirb & the entirety of planet earth if ya wanna!

[koushuwu]

you can try to defeat me, you don't know it's the pain that'll feed me. fighting for my focus, give the pain a purpose. show them what i'm made of. victories for the brave ones, who never bowed a knee when it's do or die. surviving the game, i can be unstoppable. gonna walk through hell, gonna shake the walls. survive, survivin' the game. in the face of the fear, i keep standing tall, 'cause i will conquer this.

[ladybyakuya]

| BRAZIL + TASUKU TSUBAKINO.

+cw. — advisor!Tasuku Tsubakino x fem!singer!reader, musical au,band au, bofurin as band, mention of show pub ougi bar so manga spoilers, first meeting, usage of some canonical elements, rockstar!umemiya hajime, angst,hurt, misunderstanding ( ? ), confession, smut, mature content ahead. title based on song brazil by Declan McKenna

+wc. — 2k

+syn.— Tsubaki likes you while you know that he loves umemiya hajime and that is where jealousy comes into play but when it does it always turns the world upside down.

+notes. — this is a collab piece via wind breaker server ( the bofurin brothel ) hosted by our beloved mel ( @gimme-hiragi ). i used tsubaki instead of tsubakino because that's how he likes to be addressed. he is one of my favs >:)). dividers by cafekitsune | redirect to blog navigation.

+tags. — @stunie @prettyiwa

The stage curtains are drawn out granting a manageable access for the sunlight to pour into the empty stage. The pebble bar lights are not alive. There is no need for those but only during nights. Tsubaki is staring at the stage with a daze in his eyes as you connect the chords, set the microphone, and grab the headphones. For someone who can ignite the dormant rhythm in people’s hearts with the melody of your voice, you are an eerily silent soul. You clean the headphones with your handkerchief before putting it on. The only sound that could be heard was breathing: one was even like a pond while the other was uneven like a mountain range. Despite how quiet you are, Tsubaki can still pick up the rhythm of your body and soul: the footsteps, the breathing, Tsubaki watches as you take the stance of singing in front of the microphone.  He always does. He comes every Friday morning to watch you practice and as for you, you practice singing without any instruments or gadgets every morning, when the entire bar is in deep slumber. Clearing your throat, you start to sing but at first, just with wordless tunes, scaling your voice.

The lyrics:

{ heard he lives down a river somewhere

With six cars and a grizzly bear

He's got eyes, but he can't see

Well, he talks like an angel, but he looks like me

Oh, Lord

Oh, Lord }

Tsubaki rests his chin in between the slit of his index finger and thumb, elbow fixed on the table beside the glass of a strawberry milkshake. His eyes straw away due to the jingle of the bell coming from afar that is located at the apex of the back door. Someone is here. Tsubaki can not see them until they step into the main arena. Maybe they are from the staff section he consoles himself. He looks at you to check if you are expecting someone’s arrival at this time of the day but he finds you immersed in your voice. With those headphones on he doubts you could barely hear anything.

The thing is your Friday mornings solely belong to Tsubaki so anyone else is just noise to him but you do not know that. You know that every Friday morning he turns up sharp at 9 o clock without his twin bodyguards. He murmurs under his breath, “The music you play in bars is more real than what I play in stadiums.” and sips the strawberry milkshake through the pink straw.

You cover the microphone with your palm; moving your head away from it a little you retort tartly. “Oh? That’s new. Are you mocking bofurin?”

Tsubaki's red lips have a tinge of the pinkish milkshake he just sipped. He could not even gulp it down. Azure eyes go static, a palm over his mouth. Awkward. Waiting. 

“That’s what I thought. You could never,” you chime with a smile plastered on your face that you often maneuver during interaction of any sort with customers. He finally gulps down the strawberry milkshake. It feels stale and does not help with either the heat or the bubbling tension amongst his chest ribs. The moment you were about to sing again, your eyes switched to the entrance of the bar lounge.

Tsubaki’s sky lake eyes follow as he murmurs, “Umemiya-kun. . .?” it sparkles as if the sun shone upon him after a cloudy day.

Your mouth fell open ajar. How courageous of Umemiya to roam as free as a bird carrying all the fame and fortune on his back. “I hope you’re not looking for a place to hide, Haji.” you quipped gaining the attention of pair of eyes in the room.

Umemiya swigs his palm in front of his face exclaiming with zest, “No. No. Not at all.” He walks towards the stage and stands in front of you. Now, you can see both: Tsubaki and Umemiya. “Can’t I come visit an old friend?”

That would be unusual for a rockstar of his status. He has just started new heights. Recklessness sure follows wherever there is popularity and financial prosperity. Even with all that, it is unusual for him to pay an unscheduled visit for him. Could it be he is out in the wild, hinting at his muse? 

“you’re stuck.” Umemiya’s gigantic smile disappears instantly. Oh! That must be it. He is stuck with his music. “Bingo.” 

“Hmmm. That's what I thought. I mean you can’t afford to pay a visit like this unless you need me.”You pull his leg a little as Tasuku fidgets with the hem of his dress revealing a fair amount of this thigh. How tactless! Or could be intentional? There is a bleak prospect of that so for the better or worse you do not follow the trail of that thought. It's your jealousy wrapped with anger trying to stretch your heartstrings and release it, snapping the string and rewarding you with a bleeding heart.

You excuse yourself for a minute because it truly feels like someone is already tugging at your heartstrings and it's none other than Tsubaki. The way he acts around Umemiya bothers you. The way he acts around you clams your heart but you can not run after that tranquility. Never. Not in this life.

By the time, you come back Tsubaki has already left and Umemiya is sitting, waiting for you by the window side. He spends nearly half an hour trying to schedule a time with you and you can not lie to him. You can not lie to him even if you want to because you have to appease Tsubaki. So, if you agree with him, help him with whatever problem he is facing. 

It was decided that after a gig, the next weekend his staff would come and pick you up from your house and drop you at his house. And, when the work is done his staff will drop you back to your house.

The next morning strikes with a devastation deadlier than death. 

There is a photo of you and Umemiya on the front page. It is blurred just a little enough to not recognize your face but people around you can tell easily that it’s you. Tsubaki certainly can. That’s the only thing that matters, not the contents of the photo or how ambiguous it is. You and Umemiya are standing close to each other, closer than normal people. He is touching your earring and the angle of the photo makes it seem that he is touching your cheek. Damn! These paparazzi. You try not to call any of the Bofurin members because by now the must be busy handling the situation, especially Tsubaki being Umemiya’s sole advisor. It is almost mid-day. You throw the paper in the dustbin and pour liquor before burning it. Sure, you are jealous of Umemiya but you do not pray for his down fall. It makes you feel horrible to even think such a case. If this the price of love you have to pay, you would rather fall out of love. As if you can afford to do that. You can perhaps but not now. You have your reputation to protect.

A few nights later, after your first show when you walk back to your green room you find Tsubaki waiting in your green room without the lights on in the dark Your green room is nothing out of the ordinary except for him. He is like a cilantro in dessert. He does not belong here, in the world of booze and cheap bar lights. 

“What’re you doing here?” you try to sound angry, even annoyed but it is the shock that he hears the most, maybe a fear hidden underneath your voice. So, he does not leave the chair but rather folds his legs, one over the other. The taut and toned muscles of his legs are on vivid display making it even harder for you to focus. 

 “It was easy. I sneaked in.” He responds with so much detest in his heart that it makes you think he is mad about the photo. But he has no right to be, you remind yourself. After all, he is the one to choose to turn a blind eye to your feelings.

“Well, I have another performance so you have to wait.” you tartly spoke walking towards the mirror for some touch-up. Tsubaki watches you as you put lipstick on your lips.

“Why do you think I’m here?”

“Let me answer you with a question.” You turn your face to him, your hand still being kept on the wooden skin of the dressing table. “Why do you think I didn’t join Bodurin?”

“So, it's true. The rumors are true.” This guy . . . 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The opened lipstick clatters among the cosmetics separating the maroon part from the lipstick case as you throw it away. Tsubaki does not say a word; just spares a glance at the smudged part of your lips, must have happened when you swatted it away.

“All this time, I thought you . . .you liked him. You liked him.”  Tsubaki exclaims in a low voice leaving his seat and coming close to you. “So, I restrained myself. I kept reminding myself—” his fingers linger on your chin. “ That you are not mine to own.” Right! How could you not think of this? Tsubaki the smudged part of the lipstick and you let him. “Now, i don’t have to do that.” he whispers against your lips. You gulp. He still has not let go of your chin. You don’t think he is going to  . . . kiss you, right? He chins your face up a little expanding a little more access towards your collar bones. Tsubaki jocks down, kisses on your exposed collarbone. Just a peck. “That will do for now. Will quiet down the rumors too.” Tsubaki smiles. You look at the mirror to check your reflection. There it is the lipstick mark, as bright as a diamond. You do not dare to wipe it off. You don’t want to. 

Tsubaki stands behind you as you watch yourself in all glory. He moves aside the fall of your hair onto your left shoulder. You tilt your head, eyes glistening as you look at him through the mirror. There is hope. Want. Lust. Desire. . . Tsubaki wet his lips seeing you inviting him but he can not do that, not here. You have a show to host, and people to entertain. So, he unzips your dress exposing your skin. You must either be wearing a backless bra or nipple pads. If not none, you are getting an earful from him later but for now, he proceeds to place a trail of kisses, slow and full all over your back. It is frustrating how you can not see his face or the lipstick marks he left on your back.

Tsubaki stands up after kissing you till the dress would allow him. He zips it up as he stands. “I’ll wait for your show to be over. Then, after the show we are going home.” He whispers into your ear but he is too close so you shrink feeling ticklish all over your body. A few days ago he felt light years away, so out of your reach and now he is standing behind you, as close as he can get for now. 

“I’ll hurry after the show if .  .  .” you can finally find your voice now. Wait, can you sing properly? Of course, you can; you reassure yourself. 

“Oh don’t worry.” Tsubaki interrupts. “ I’ll make sure we will make up for all the time we have lost love.” He holds your hand assuring you that it's okay; he is not running anymore; he is not. If anything, he feels repentance for suffering all these years regretting his feelings for you but now that bitter feeling has sublimed he is so full of love that it feels like his heart will burst at the seams. It's not suffocating anymore. It’s liberating. Love is liberating. OH DEAR! What blind fool he has been to not to see the love you have for him in those galactic eyes.

@underratedcharactercorner @interstellar-inn

[cestcirque]

I STILL CARE ABOUT THE CARDINAL SET !!! I still maintain, years later, that Aperture and The Cardinal Set are among my favorite fics across the board. I would love to see the changes you make, but know that the originals still have a very special place in my heart and I can’t foresee that changing down the line.

!!!!!!!

I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH omg ix always out here supporting me ❤️‍🔥

Honestly just thinking about the story and the changes I wanna make excites me so much but like… getting from point A to point B can be tough 😅

[hinata-boke]

iwa commission for @prettyiwa!

[whats-her-quirk]

Happy birthday!! I hope this year is nothing but kind to you! 💜🎂

This means so much to me. Thank you Ix!!! 💕💕

[ficsforgaza]

for July 14 to July 20

Hi all—please check out this week’s Creator Spotlight! For anyone who doesn't know what this is: every week we highlight one creator with WIPs to sponsor, one creator with open requests, and one fundraiser that is in desperate need of funding. If this is your first time seeing our blog, welcome! Please check out our pinned post for more information about what we are doing to help the people of Gaza!

˗ˏˋ SPONSOR A WIP SPOTLIGHT ˎˊ˗

↳ @prettyiwa / Link to their WIPs

Ix writes for Daiya no Ace, Haikyuu!!, Attack on Titan, Fullmetal Alchemist, and My Hero Academia. They have several WIPs for these fandoms. Here are two of their WIPs up for sponsorship:

“Please Look At Me” - Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader (ft. Matsukawa Issei)

“Is it okay if I have a taste?” Don’t you kids do anything I wouldn’t do. Takahiro’s seen Mattsun do a lot. He’s seen Mattsun in so many compromising situations throughout the years, he’s given up on keeping count long ago. And this? This is definitely something Mattsun would do.

“Hit Me Before I Knew It” - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

“I’m sorry—can you repeat that?” “I’m not saying it again.” “No, please. I didn’t quite hear you the first time,” you push, trying to repress the uptick of your lips at Bakugo’s unexpected question. He looks at you and you can tell he knows it’s not quite the truth, but he obliges you. The peculiarity of it all has you struggling to process it just as much as he’s struggling to say it. With a heavy sigh, he tries again, voice lower than before. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend. Just a date or two to get my buddy off my back.”

˗ˏˋ ACCEPTING REQUESTS SPOTLIGHT ˎˊ˗

↳ @venerawrites / Link to their Rules Page

Venera is currently taking fic requests for Arcane and Naruto. Please head over to their blog and send them a request!

˗ˏˋ FUNDRAISER SPOTLIGHT ˎˊ˗

↳ Trapped Family in Gaza Appeals for Help to Survive (currently 78,261kr out of 450,000kr goal)

They are @/samerpal here on Tumblr. You can read more about their situation on their blog post here.

Samer Abu Ras, his wife, and his three children have lost everything in the war: their home, their businesses, and their livelihoods. They’re currently living in tents with a shortage of clean water and food, and are having difficulty accessing healthcare. The money donated to this fundraiser will be used to help his family get to safety and get back on their feet. Please help them if you are able to!