#rolling acne scars

[doctorqazi]

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[tri-punisher]

ive started colouring sid's teeth as yellow inspired by my own teeth (which is also the reason he has an overbite+tooth gap) i think it makes his design way better and also immediately made me feel better about my teeth. so. i would recommend giving your characters big misaligned or yellow teeth. in fact any part of yourself that you feel bad or insecure about make a concerted effort give to your favourite characters or your ocs when you draw them cus i can assure you you will start feeling better about those aspects of yourself as you see them reflected more as well as start becoming more and more appreciative and admiring of seeing them on other people too 👍

[millennialskin]

Acne Scars: Just When You Thought The Fight was Over!

Acne scars can linger long after breakouts have cleared, serving as frustrating reminders of past skin troubles. Different types of acne scars require specific approaches for treatment, and while severe cases may need professional intervention, there are over-the-counter (OTC) products that can make a significant difference. Here’s a guide to understanding which OTC treatments are most effective…

[schrodingers-romy]

Anyway I saw this thing about how choso doesn't have dark circles on his eyes it's just purple eye makeup and I think me and choso would make the perfect pair. Everyone thinks he has dark circles but it's just makeup, while everyone thinks I have eyeshadow but it's just the permanent dark circles

[wiisagi-maiingan]

I think people need to get off social media and look at real actual human beings around them to remember what actual people look like. No tiktok filters. No airbrushing or other editing.

Just real, normal human beings with receding hairlines and acne and scars and fat rolls and wrinkles and missing teeth and all the other things that people aren't allowed to have on social media.

I see so many posts about how disappointed people are that their fave internet celebrity's boyfriend is "just a guy" and I'm sorry but must men are "just guys" instead of supermodels or actors on magazine covers. Most people do, in fact, look like regular human beings. Yes, even celebrities and models and influencers.

[montypng]

it takes two !

[ID: two coloured drawings. the first is of party poison sitting crouched; they look off to the side with a scowl and their body is peppered with scars and freckles. their hair is shoulder-length and shoddily dyed red, and they have a pair of green goggles pushed up onto their forehead. their tank top is pale green with the words "killer queen" printed on in a weird font. they are wearing denim cutoffs and thick-soled combat boots with purple laces.

the second drawing is kobra kid, looking slightly annoyed and wearing his trademark red racing jacket and tiger print shirt. he has an incomplete cleft lip, acne, and a choppy blond mullet in desperate need of rebleaching. his look is completed by snake bites and dice earrings which have rolled snake eyes. /end ID]

[innerfare]

Scars - Sabo  

Summary: Sabo has been feeling a little insecure since he met you; a short drabble

Genre: A little fluffy, a little angsty

CW: None // SFW

Word Count: 890

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Sabo never felt insecure about his scars before he met you. 

Scars were badges of honor, something to be worn with pride. They were a sign that he had stared down foes and persevered, that he had fought and lived, that he had experience under his belt and was a man to be respected. And the scar on his face, in particular, was something to be proud of, given to him by a Celestial Dragon. Not many people could claim they had survived an encounter with a World Noble, certainly not when they were a mere child. 

Sabo was young, but he was a battle-hardened revolutionary soldier under the tutelage of Monkey D. Dragon himself. He had run away from home at a young age and trained alongside some of the most fearsome pirates of his age in the wilderness. And yet, he stared into the mirror with a forlorn look on his face, a boy uncertain of himself. 

He didn’t have acne- he was lucky in that regard- and Ivankov always told him he was a pretty boy, something he had disdained initially but was now grateful for. Or was that wrong? Did girls like pretty boys? Did you? Or was he right to scorn the nickname? 

He ran his fingers through his blonde hair. It was soft, and blonde- did you like blonde? His lifetime of training had left him lithe and muscled, and even though his face was pretty, his shoulders and hands were quite masculine. Was that enough? Did you like that? 

He let out a heavy sigh, thinking it didn’t matter. No amount of prettiness or manliness would get rid of the scar on his face, and a lifetime of training had not prepared him to stand on his own two feet when you were in the same room as him, when you made eye contact with him across the table and offered him that soft smile, when you said his name to get his attention. 

His meltdown in front of his bathroom mirror had been triggered by you giving him half of the chocolate chip cookie you had been eating with your afternoon tea. He’d barely choked it down, not because it tasted bad, but because his stomach was flipping with what he could only describe as inadequacy. 

The fear of you secretly disliking it when he was in the same room as you, detesting the lopsided smile he always threw back at you, and despising the sound of his voice when he said your name made his piping hot blood run as cold as ice. 

He scrubbed his hand over the scar as if it might wipe off. He had many more beneath his collar, but at least he could hide those beneath clothes. The one on his face was visible for all to see and, unfortunately, permanent. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at his bedroom door. 

Sabo jumped, knocked out of his thoughts by the sound. With a huff, he stalked out of the bathroom and went for the bedroom door, pulling it open. “Yeah? What?” 

“I’m sorry to bother you,” came your sweet voice. 

Sabo blinked down at you in shock. Every ounce of annoyance left his body at the sight of you standing there with his jacket in hand, shifting back and forth on your feet as though uncertain, probably because he had opened the door in such a mood. 

��You left this behind. I thought you might want it back.” 

He stared at the jacket in your hand, thinking how foolish he’d been to take it off in the meeting room. You had been in the meeting room, after all; what if he had rolled up his sleeves without thinking twice and flashed some more of his scars? A grim expression settled onto his face, the stress of it all dragging his lips down into a frown. 

“Sabo?” You asked. “Are you alright?” 

He noticed your expression sinking, too, though with concern rather than frustration. It made him want to die again. 

“Fine,” he ground out. 

“You don’t seem fine,” you said, still holding the jacket out to him. 

“I’m just… I’m just a little tired.” He accepted the jacket and noticed immediately that it smelled a bit like you. 

“Oh, well. It works for you.” You pushed your hands into your pockets. 

“What do you mean?” Sabo asked. 

“I mean you look cute when you’re tired.” 

The words left his mouth before he could stop them. “Even with this scar on my face?” 

You looked genuinely shocked by what he had said. “Especially with the scar on your face. It’s one of the best parts about you.” You offered him that small smile of yours. “Anyway, I still have some work to get done. I’ll see you at dinner.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, not having any clue what you had just done. 

Sabo closed the door as quickly as he could without slamming it. As soon as it closed, he jumped for joy, a grin spreading wide across his face. He felt like a balloon about to pop. It’s one of the best parts about you. He collapsed on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, that same, dumb smile on his face. He didn’t think he’d ever scowl again. 

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[niki-phoria]

you got me moonstruck

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 442

notes: possibly ooc gojo (my apologies), i don't actually understand tengen's ability so sorry if that's wrong lol, inspo from this prompt list by @thepromptswhisperer, title from enhypen - moonstruck (it wasn't an intro we cheered !!)

a blanket of darkness covers the sky, only broken by the occasional glints of the stars above. the occasional chirps of crickets and leaves bustling from the gentle breeze fill the night. a faint glow of moonlight paints the world silver; the light glints off the harsh edges of the ever-changing temples that decorate the jujutsu high campus. 

your eyes flutter closed as you take a deep breath, letting the weight of protecting the world slip momentarily from your shoulders. the tension in your body relaxes for a second, safe within the confines of tengen’s barriers. “the sky is beautiful, isn’t it?”

GOJO SATORU shifts beside you, sighing softly as he leans his head against your shoulder. soft strands of stray hair tickle against the exposed skin of your neck. he hums quietly, staring out at the horizon ahead. “the view isn’t bad.”

“not bad?” you repeat, playfully pushing satoru’s head away from you. “i show you a beautiful nature view and all you can say is that it’s ‘not bad?’” 

he chuckles, moving to cross his legs beneath him. “there are more beautiful views in my opinion,” he shrugs. satoru smirks as he props his arm up, leaning his cheek against his hand. “like this one.”

you scoff in response, playfully rolling your eyes as you shake your head. “shut up.” he chuckles when you lean back against your hands, staring directly upwards at the moon. 

with no retaliation from satoru, you fall into a comfortable silence once again. his lips quirk into a soft, unconscious smile as he admires your features. his brilliant eyes usually used to protect the world, instead find solace in studying the slope of your nose; the edge of your jawline; how your hair falls in waves to frame your face. 

“satoru?” he nearly startles at the quiet call of your voice; a deep flush spreads across his cheeks, staining the skin a cherry pink. you chuckle softly when you reach up to cup his face in your hands. your fingertips dance against his soft skin, sending shivers racing down his spine. “are you alright? your face is kinda red.”

satoru purses his lips as he turns away. your shared laughter fills the night when you cup his cheeks, turning his head until he’s looking forward once again. his breath hitches in his throat when you swipe your thumb against his skin, tracing your fingertips along faded acne scars and still-healing bruises. “are you blushing?” you tease.

his eyes shine like diamonds despite the darkness; they look strikingly beautiful as satoru’s gaze follows your movements. “i can’t help it when you look at me like that.” 

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[anothergoodtime]

Fat rolls and cellulite because I eat food, scars because I have a history, stretch marks and acne because I have a hormonal condition, glasses because my eyes don’t work…. Just me doing my best, take it or leave it. ✨

[mpekamitzii]

More shenanigans of my bird guy

Text transcript +images id under the cut !

First image: On the top left corner there is a greyscale portrait of a man in his 20s with short messy dark hair and a few feathers, multiple moles and marks on his face with pierced ears. His eyes are a striking orange colour against the black and white. He is smiling gently at the camera.there are notes next to him reading:

-Hair texture inconsistent,stray hairs might turn into feathers

-Lots of moles/freckles/acne scars

-unusual eyebrow shape that resembles owls' ear tuffs. The fringe is darker than the rest of the hair for the same reason.

-pierced ears

-third eyelid

-subtle expressions/ quiet demeanor

Below that there is a stylised drawing of a Eurasian Eagle owl and two separate drawings of Ryan's eye, one has the iris a light brown color and the other an orange color. The notes say:

-masked eyes (Light brown) / natural eyes (Bright orange)

Below that there is another drawing of a Eurasian eagle owl with a real life reference picture next to it and two simple sketches of ryan illustrating the text below.

-remember! Owls cannot roll their eyes so Ryan instinctively turns his head around to inspect.

Second image: two comic panels. First panel shows a woman with long hair poking ryan in the back, saying "yo", and the second panel shows him turning his neck 180 degrees like an owl replying "no touching". The girl screams "CHRIST ALMIGHTY DONT DO THAT AGAI-"

Third image: two drawings of ryan giving the side eye, showcasing how big his irises are with the sclera only showing when he looks sideways. Below that there is the same action but it's two sketches of a dog also giving the side eye illustrating how similar they are.

End id

[birdietrait]

🎲birdie's random cas challenge🎲

✿ This challenge is all about mixing different prompts together to get interesting results! 

✿ Sometimes rolls can be redundant or conflict with each other, so if that's the case, just re-roll!

✿ If you don’t roll an occult type in The Main Theme, you are free to choose! I didn’t include human because it’s the default. 

✿ Use the tag #birdie.rcc and tag me so I can see your sims!

Use this to create a new sim, make over a townie, or make over one of your own sims!

Here is a random number generator that may come in handy

Rolls under the cut 🕺

The Main Theme 1-58 (Roll 1-3 times)

Your favorite movie

The forest

Your favorite decade

Cyberpunk

Western

The ocean

The first song in your favorite playlist

A myth/fairy tale

Your favorite TV series

Emo

Goth

Grunge

Punk

Skater

Pastel

Rainbow

Boho

Hippie

Streetwear

Vampire

Alien

Spellcaster

Plant Sim

Werewolf

Fairy

Ghost

Zombie

Mermaid

Horror

Your favorite video game (other than the sims)

Preppy

Retro

Your favorite book

Your star sign

The moon

Apocalyptic 

Fantasy

Medieval 

Winter

Spring

Summer

Autumn

Your favorite flower

Your birthstone

Your favorite cryptid

Sporty

Rocker

Glam

Dark academia

Royalty

The sun

Monochromatic 

Barbie

Bratz

Your favorite color

Primary colors

Prom

An iconic townie (from any sims game)

Details 1-40 (Roll as many times as you like)

Bald

Buzz cut

Short hair

Medium length hair

Long hair

Black hair

Brown hair

Blonde hair

Red hair

White hair

Grey hair

Colorful hair

Warm skin tone 

Neutral skin tone

Cool skin tone

Fantasy skin tone

Blue eyes

Brown eyes

Green eyes

Black eyes

White eyes

Grey eyes

Hazel eyes

Colorful/Fantasy eyes

Freckles

Eye bags

Scars

Body hair

Piercings

A hat

Glasses

No makeup 

Minimal/Neutral makeup

Colorful makeup

No eyebrows

Fangs

Dimples

Gap teeth

Tattoos 

Acne

[his-tamine]

it's happening again.

you're up. it's almost 3 in the morning, and you still can't sleep. all because that stupid, moldy patch on your brain has decided to give you a hard time yet again. picking you apart, piece by piece. "your body's too-" this, "your personality is too-" that - "you could be-" this, "but instead, you're-" that.

the skills and motivation you lack. all your flaws and your shortcomings. every mistake you've ever made since the day you drew your first breath. all racing through your mind at a million miles per hour, all seemingly competing to be the one to make you cry.

sometimes, when it's quiet, it all gets too loud. much too loud for sleep. and the worst part is, you've got work in the morning. tears stinging your eyes, you heave a sigh and roll over in bed. there, you are met with the sight of...

...your face. no, more like... just... you. entirely.

it's happening again. your mimic partner's unintentionally transformed into... you, in their sleep again. this happens sometimes. and not even just when they're sleeping. sometimes, when you're talking to them, their voice will slowly change to match yours, or the face staring back at you will slowly become your own.

what's more, they've... completely mastered it. the more you study the creature lying beside you, the lighter you feel. everything from your the hair between your eyebrows, your acne, down to the way your nose scrunches when you smile, and even the little scar on the back of right your eyelid.

mimics are often known for their chilling, uncanny, mimicry of humans and other creatures, which is typically only used as a means of tricking prey and luring them to their doom. so for this mimicry to be so detailed and accurate... and unconsciously, too. you get it now.

it's because they love you. they love you so much. to the point their body can manifest as yours. taking note of every little detail. every strand of hair, every mole on your shoulders, every wrinkle, every stretch mark, everything.

and you love them. you love the creature lying beside you. duvet loosely draped over them, curled up, relaxed and peaceful. and suddenly, all of those feelings from earlier feel so far away. because you realize that all along, you've been seeing what they see. in you. you love them, you love their smile, you love the way they laugh, you love the sound of their voice, you love their peaceful sleeping face, you love their body.

and you love yours too.

[abbyromanoff]

Hii i was wondering if you could do a wandanat x fem!black reader where reader is insecure about her body and her face(because of acne or whatever you put) and they fuck her infront of a mirror to prove how pretty she is

(Sorry if it is a little confusing)

YOUR TRUE BEAUTY

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader x Wanda Maximoff

WORD COUNT: 511

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, insecure!R, just a short fic abt insecurities and Wanda and Nat helping :) (I did not add smut bc I no longer write it)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“C’mon, baby, look at you,” You followed the given instructions, sniffling as you struggled to do so. “You’re beautiful. You’re our beautiful girl, honey.” Wanda rubbed the sides of your arms, your skin soft under her hold. Goosebumps slowly arose, and she kissed your shoulder soothingly, letting her lips linger before they found your forehead.

“I don’t feel like it.” Nat sighed, standing in front of you and blocking your view, much to your liking and their dismay.

“Look at me, Y/N,” You complied, and Nat’s heart throbbed at the evident tears. “Would we ever lie to you?” You shrugged, and her fingers found their way under your chin as she directed your view.

“We wouldn’t, okay? In that mirror is the most caring, most generous, and most gorgeous person I’ve ever met; Wanda would agree with me. And I don’t like how you’re treating them, they don’t deserve that, do they?” You shook your head, and she copied you.

“No, they don’t.” She kneeled suddenly, and you looked at Wanda to see if she knew what her girlfriend was doing. She only smiled at you, using this to her advantage to kiss your lips softly.

You felt your shirt being lifted and held a breath that seemed to be blocked by your throat. Pecks were then left to each stretch mark, each scar, each freckle - practically every area of your skin. She continued to mutter soft praises against each one and you grinned with a tear rolling down your wet cheek. Wanda wiped it away, resting her head against yours as she ran her nails through your soft locks.

“We love you so much, baby, we don’t ever want you to think differently. It hurts us to know you think so low of yourself, we only want the best for you.”

“I’m sorry, Wands,” You were cut off quickly, a shushing coming from the woman’s lips.

“Don’t apologize for that, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Nat nodded with her before standing, bringing her arms around your body in a warm, tight hug.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Y/N; not a thing. In our eyes, you’re the most perfect human to ever step foot on this planet. And we will make sure to show you just how beautiful you are every single day.” You released a heavy sigh, feeling as though the weight holding you down was easing away with each second. You leaned your head against her chest, grabbing Wanda by the hand and bringing her closer. She copied Nat, placing her arms around your body until they met the other woman’s back. Instantly, you felt as though they were right, maybe you really weren’t all that bad. Maybe your thoughts differed from what you really are, and maybe you weren’t what you pictured.

“I love you guys so much.” You muttered, bringing them to let out a cooing sound. They truly adored you so much, even if you were unable to see that just yet.

“And we love you too, baby, always and forever.”

[t3ag3rs]

g e n s o - 1 4.

was this rushed? sorta. does it matter anymore? a bit.

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*ping!*

you turn over from your position on the bed and pick up your phone. 'who in the hell is texting me in the middle of the night?' you squint your eyes as you adjust to the bright light emitting from your phone. 

"who is this..?" you mumble seeing a random contact text you.

you gasp sitting up and widening your eyes. you read the message and quickly save the contact under one name- bakugou.

"hey genso. u up?"

"yea wsp"

"im bored and ur the only one up."

"do u wanna do sum?"

"sure but what" "fuck that. u wanna ft?"

you let out a muffled squeal kicking your legs giddily. 'yo no way chat- is this w rizz??' you quickly turn on your side lamp and sit against your head board.

"yea sure. js call whenever"

bakuhoe😰‼️ is calling...

you answer looking at bakugou through the screen and feel your mind blank at the sight.

hes laying in bed.

arms folded under his chin.

shirtless.

muscles showing in all their glory.

and shirtless.

"sup' genso" he grins slightly, "put a damn shirt on- your ruining my perfect vision" u groan playfully covering your eyes. he rolls his eyes adjusting so that he was propped up on his forearms now, "that better?" he smirks.

"ugh- your so annoying..!" you chuckle causing him to join in lightly as well. "but genuine question.. dont you usually sleep early? why are you up so late?" you ask curiously.

"i was jus' thinkin'... " he mumbles looking down, picking at his pillow slightly.

"bout' what?" you question, sensing a change in his tone.

"how do you know if you like someone..?" he asks quickly- almost too quick.

"woahhhh.." you tease, "does kacchan have a crushhhhh?" you say sarcastically.

"shut up genso! just answer the damn question!" he yells making you put down the volume quickly.

"okokok!" you chuckle, "i mean- if you like a person you should feel this like- jittery feeling in you stomach- but not in the 'im-scared-to-present-in-front-of-the-class-way.' its like a warm feeling yk?" you say as you look down, eyes softening slightly. 

"anytime that person is mentioned you immediately listen in, and every time you see them its like everything around you just..." you trail off.

"stops." he finishes softly, glancing at you through his phone. he took notes of the way your hair slightly fell over the side of your eyes and the old acne scars littered across a tiny spot on your cheek that he suddenly found endearing.

"yea.. you should feel as if every time your with them the world just goes quiet.." you mutter looking up at him through your phone. memorizing every inch of his face, like how one strand of his hair fell instead of spiking up and how his lips seem to pucker slightly when he isnt scowling.

you shuffle quietly and place your phone on your night stand before laying down to face it. "soooo..." you start awkwardly as you yawn.

"so..?" he replies mirroring your position. "you tired genso?" he asks, noticing your yawn.

you nod slightly, "a bit yeah.. we need to wake up early tomorrow no?" you mumble glancing up at him through droopy eyes. 

he nods, holding back a small smile. "yeah- yeah we do genso..." he says slightly softer than usual as he watches your eyes droop. 

"you wanna stay on call..?" you suggest tiredly as you close your eyes.

"oh..uh- sure.." he says feeling his cheeks heating up. "night genso.." he says softly.

"night baku.." you mumble, trailing off slightly as you feel yourself fall asleep.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

bakugou lays down and sets his phone next to him. he glances at your peacefully sleeping face and lets out a low curse as he props himself up on his elbow and takes a quick screenshot.

he quickly lays back down as a wave of embarrassment and realization hits him. 'Whyd i do that?? god bakugou pull yourself together..!'

he groans softly feeling frustrated that he didnt know what to do. "i cant like her.. theres no time for that now..! i have to train-" he mutters.

he glances at you on his phone again. his eyes soften slightly before he tears his gaze away "no. i cant- i would just end up hurting her." he sighs.

he ends the call.

'she deserves better..'

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you walk to school with music blaring in your ears.

you had so many questions.

who did bakugou like? 

howd he get your number? 

whyd he call you instead of everyone else? 

how come the call ended after just an hour?

you sit in your seat before quickly stealing a glance at bakugous seat only to find him not there. 'weird.. bakugous usually always early..' you take out your phone to send him a text.

"where r u?"

you wait as you see him read your message.

"yk i can see that u read it right?"

"i dont feel good is all.""woke up and felt like shit"

"are u coming down with smth?' "i can take notes for u if u want"

"no its fine.""i dont need ur pity."

you purse your lips as you read his messages. there was obviously something more to it, but you didnt pry.

"okay well feel better then.."

he reacts to the message with a thumbs up. you roll your eyes'bros tryna be nonchalant but it isnt working out..'  you cant help but chuckle at your own thoughts, 'man no one makes me laugh the way i do..'

once class started you pulled out an extra sheet and started writing notes for bakugou just in case he may want them even though he said he didnt.

finally, the bell rang signaling the end of the day. you pack your stuff and walk over to bakugous house for the first time since elementary.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you knock the door softly before adjusting your hair. as the door opens you smile to see mistuki at the door. 

"y/n!!" she exclaims hugging you tightly.

you smile hugging back, "hi mrs. bakugouuuuu..!"

you grin up at her, "ive just brought some notes for katsu- sorry- bakugou. is he feeling any better..?" you ask, turning slightly worried.

"oh hun, i dont even know.. hes locked himself up there all day. he hasnt ate or anything.." she says sighing and rubbing her temples. "can you please do me a favor and go up there with some food and see if he'll listen to you?"

you widen your eyes "i dont know about tha-..!" you yelp as she pulls you in and hands you a plate to take upstairs.

"thanks hun! your the best!" she laughs, pushing you up.

you walk up quietly and knock on his door, "bakugou...?" you call out, "its ..y/n i brought you the notes and some food... open the door- please..?" you ask nervously.

you hear some shuffling before the door opens slightly revealing a tired looking katsuki with a shirt pulled halfway down.

"can i come in..?" you ask with a small awkward smile.

he nods and opens the door for you to walk in. "thought i said i didnt need the notes genso..." he mutters gravely.

"yeah well.. i figured you wouldnt wanna stress about doing it so.." you trail off placing the notes down and looking around his room. "it hasnt changed much huh..?" you say with a soft smile. noticing a photo that looked much to familiar you walk up to his bedstand, "is that..?"

he nods, "yea.." he croaks out as he sits down on his bed.

you pull out your phone showing the same photo in your phone case with a smile. "its one of my favorites.." you admit, sitting next to him and handing him the food. "here- you should eat if you wanna get better.."

he nods and grabs the bowl from you as he starts to eat. you glance back to the photo on his bedstand.

it was you and bakugou when you were younger.

you two were tangled together sleeping side by side with only one thing in common,

the all might themed friendship bracelets katsuki has made.

the heart between the two initials representing something more deeper than y/n knew at that time...

love.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Rubik Dice

Yandere Entity (Entities?) Blurb

An: In a vent of frustration with a rubix cube - I present this. [Brief mentions of death]

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Six people to a room.

It's too many.

Between damped sobs and their own; and the feud in their head, they couldn't think let alone say their piece. How did this happen? How could they make such a careless mistake? It was just supposed to be an evening stroll. It had been a week since they'd been out. The longest they'd ever been put away. Being cramped under so long they had to get some fresh air or risk clawing out their throat for a clean breath. It's so cramped in their head, in this room. Six people is far too many to be alone with unless the last person is....

"Nice job, idiot. We're in enough trouble as it is - now what are we going to do?."

It was an accident.

"Don't be so mean! We all have our lapses in judgement sometimes.... Even if they are kidnapping not-so-random strangers off the street."

Didn't you tell me to do it?

"Haha- You really fucked up tonight, didn't you?.. He saw your face. No choice, but to kill him less you never want to be seen in public again? All I'm sayin' is my blades should still be in the bag."

We can't kill any more people. Why are you always like this? Please, can't we just -

"Leave this to a roll of the dice?"

Indecisive on topics ranging from daily meals to torture methods; the trio concluded their shared consciousness to one, unified:

"No."

"Take out that dice and I'm breaking your fingers. Why do we always have to be responsible for your fuck ups?"

"Such a coward. You can crack a brick over someone's skull to shut them up, but you can't stab a knife through their neck to silence them?"

"You know, someone has been reeeeeally quiet since we got back home. We all know what that means."

Ragged breathing stills in the face of its captor. The rambling maniac themselves has quieted to nothing more than a stagnant shell. They both know what's to happen next. There's only one way out of this now. He can beg all he wants, but he'll tell. Even if they believe him the others won't. Neighbors. The police. You. Everything always came back to you. Mistakes, failures, hopes. You'd hate them - all of them - if you knew what took place in this basement. You'd never want to see any of them again.

"Maybe we should let him go... They're pretty hot when they're mad. I'm sure they'd forgive us eventually."

"Quiet."

It's quiet now. How soon the commotion ends when that side of them says their part. Their voice doesn't like nails on a chalkboard. So sweet it makes teeth rot. It isn't authoritative enough to make those who heard Trimble in their wake nor is it meek and pathetic enough for a second listen. It was the amalgam of those voices - the best pairs.

"Now, Blu. You know we can't do things alone that we haven't discussed with everyone else before hand. Would you please let me out so I can take care of our little problem?"

"...ok."

Trembling hands retrieve the fist-sized cube from its pocket; chipped nails slid into the crevice separating the second and third row of squares. Why were they the one that had to solve it? These puzzles were always so hard despite the countless times they've done it - teary eyes aiding little to their cause. It becomes easier once they slide the third white cube into row. Their eyesight and mental slate become clear, cheeks dry and devoid of the faded acne scars that plagued them. They step towards their captive who was busy squirming away from the figure now five inches taller and missing the hunch in their posture that left them wondering how they had managed to drag them here in the beginning. Gaze piercing and laser focus as opposed to cowering from each sniffle. With those pure white eyes it's impossible to tell where they're looking, but the threat of being the target of their glance was petrifying alone. They were blue not even a minute ago. It was like they were a different person entirely - body and soul.

A dice falls to their victim's feet.

"Six.... You were fortune this time."

Another object grabbed from their robes. A single line drawn across their neck - and it's back to five.

"I knew you had that on you...."

"Awww, what the hell - over already? Should've made them beg or at least give us their address."

"May they have a peace rest.... Is what I would say if it were someone else, haha!"

"I think I'm gonna be sick..."

The figure pockets their weapon and stands with a stretch, stepping away from the growing pool of blood. "That was messier than expected. What should we do now?"

"Clean up this mess."

"Check Y/n's page."

"Send them flowers!"

"And this guy's heart in a chocolate box."

"All good ideas. Why don't we do them all?... Besides that last one."

Five people to a room.

As it always should be - until you come home.

[niki-phoria]

love me like you do / 现在开始发酵的幸福

pairing: inumaki toge x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 761

notes: first inumaki post in months we are so back, brief mention of bruises/past injuries but nothing serious, not proofread, pls forgive any mistakes !! title from wayv - 浪漫发酵 (up from here)

the sun is overwhelmingly bright when your eyes flutter open. golden rays shine across the world, slowly but surely forcing the darkness away. INUMAKI TOGE lays beside you, deep in a peaceful sleep. his chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm as quiet snores occasionally escape his lips. 

you smile softly at the sight. messy strands of blonde hair lay sprawled across the pillows. they stick up at odd angles that toge will be embarrassed about later, but for now, you relish in the tranquility of the morning. 

toge stirs slightly when your lips brush against his skin. he instinctively twitches at the contact; his eyebrows furrow and he squints before he relaxes once again.

you smile softly at the sight. it was rare to see him so carefree. the burden of cursed speech was heavy. the fear of accidentally cursing someone who didn’t deserve it only slipped away during the deep recesses of night when toge finally allowed himself to fall into the safety of slumber. it had taken weeks for him to grow comfortable enough to lay beside you, too paranoid of mumbling a command in his sleep.

you push the thought aside as you shift, cautiously leaning down to press yet another kiss against his face. this one lands against his cheek. the ghost of acne scars litter his smooth skin, only just barely hidden by the hem of his uniform. 

careful not to disturb him, you lean in again and again. your lips brush against his temple. the bridge of his nose. the edge of his jawline, just beneath his ear. the junction between his neck and shoulder blade.

it only takes a few more kisses before toge slowly blinks awake, squinting at you through tired eyes. his face scrunches at the sudden light, making you chuckle softly. “good morning,” you whisper. 

he hums quietly, stretching out his body before he rolls onto his side. stray strands of hair threaten to block toge’s vision before he reaches up, carelessly pushing his bangs back. “good morning,” he signs. 

your gaze lingers on his hands longer than necessary. small calluses and scattered scars decorate his skin. his knuckles are a collage of purple and red hues - a consequence of leaving shoko’s office too early. toge had, thankfully, stayed long enough to allow her to heal the injuries on the rest of his body. the only sign of hurt that remains is his slight wince when yuuji playfully hits his back a little too hard.

your staring is interrupted when toge shifts slightly, wrapping an arm around your waist. goosebumps arise against your skin when his hand slips just beneath the fabric of your t-shirt, resting comfortably against your side. his fingernails gently scrape against your skin as he traces miscellaneous shapes against your hip. 

“mustard leaf?” he asks. 

you frown softly. “shoko said to take it easy for a while,” you murmur. toge’s eyes flutter closed for a moment when you tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “that includes only speaking when necessary.” 

reluctantly, he pulls his hand away. “you’re staring,” toge signs. his violet eyes hold your gaze with curiosity, studying how your features seem to glow in the sunlight. 

you chuckle softly, taking the opportunity to shuffle even closer to him until your legs intertwine beneath the bed sheets. “you’re handsome,” you whisper, so quietly that the words are nearly inaudible over the noise of his own racing heartbeat. 

toge was no stranger to being put on display. with his curse marks branding his skin so brazenly they were almost impossible to notice, but your hands held him with purpose. you touched him like he was something fragile; like he was someone deserving of the utmost care. blood rushes to his face, staining his ears a painfully obvious shade of pink.

he’s sure you can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks when you smirk playfully. relaxing your hand, you trail your fingertips along the edge of his jawline. “do i make you nervous?” you tease. 

“fish flakes,” he grumbles in reply. his voice is deeper in the morning. the words scratch against his sore throat. his body protests loudly, sending a fresh wave of pain through his mouth, but it’s all worth it when you laugh quietly in return. 

“whatever you say, toge,” you softly smile. he doesn’t have time to think of a retort before you’re leaning in, pressing a feather-light kiss against the apple of his cheek. shivers race down his spine in waves, his flushed cheeks impossible to hide.

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