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c4nonball · 3 months ago
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Everything HITS after swimming. Bout to make a bomb ass sammich
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asmallcafethatslove · 1 year ago
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Melb trip hehe :-)
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twinkletfout · 10 months ago
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——PULLING A TIKTOK PRANK ON KENTO NANAMI ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
✧—BABYDOLL ///
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— where you do a silly little prank on Nanami, jokingly asking if he wants to kiss you. He stupidly falls for it. How will he proceed after learning that all of that was a prank you pulled on him for fun? ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
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Kento Nanami, your gorgeous coworker. It was too hard to resist his charms and It was obvious by the way he would get all flustered around you just with a small touch of you. The way he would adjust his specs whenever he felt shy around you and averted your gaze.
Despite being a gentleman, he was too shy to make his first move. Maybe he was taking his sweet time with you, but you were too impatient about whatever he had for you in the future.
You have seen this prank on TikTok where someone will kiss their best friend out of nowhere while a song plays in the background. You found it cute, even though you will be doing this with your handsome coworker but with a little bit of change.
Setting up your phone while you sat in the car when Nanami went out to take a quick phone call. You had to be all ready for this prank, you got nervous and excited at the same time about how he would react to your silly prank.
You started recording as soon as he was finished with his call, opened the car door, and got inside. “t’was Gojo, he is always so persistent.” He said in annoyance. “Where do you want to go?” He asked you when he turned around to see you already looking at him. He knew something was already off, you were looking at him with your siren eyes, and he adjusted his specs quickly, “What is it?” He asked, keeping his posture.
“Nanami..” you called out to him in a seductive way, which caused him to gulp, his Adam's apple bobbed as he did. “Hmm?” He hummed as he looked away for a moment and back to your eyes. A soft blush appeared on his cheek.
You liked how you had control over him. Just by the sound of your voice, how his name rolled out of your tongue could get him on his knees for you.
“Will you kiss me?” you said while batting your eyelashes at him, the doe eyes that flashed on your face made him want to force himself on you. To smear the lipstick off of you with his lips
“fuck,” he cursed lowly as he looked down at your lips, you got closer and closer to him. Biting your lips when you noticed him staring at your lips, “You serious, hm?” A soft rumble left him as he reached for you closer.
“Just kidding!” You pulled back as you laughed, throwing your head back. Laughing for a while you wiped a tear of joy from your eyes. Noticing his ears going red while he sat there frozen.
“Nanami?” You called out to him when your laughter died down. He took out his specs before he grabbed your neck in a swift motion, his big hands wrapping around your throat, bringing you closer to his lips. “Don't play with me, doll” he hissed at you before his lips crashed onto you, aggressively tasting you, marking you as him while he bit down on your lower lip. The grab tightening and tilting your head as he pleases while he kissed you all over, messing up your lipstick.
Muffled moans came out of you as he forcefully kissed you. Pulling away from you as he kissed down your neck, sucking and nibbling the sweet spot on your collarbone, leaving red spots all over you as he backed away.
Both of you were a panting mess, he put his specs back on. He smirked before saying,
“Hope you got your TikTok, sweetheart”
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hannahssimblr · 6 months ago
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Shane arrives in the late afternoon, and suddenly we are five. In the aftermath of the storm, when the tarmac is black and the air is fragrant with petrichor we hike to the touristy side of the beach to have drinks at the Surf Shack. We wipe rain off the picnic benches and sit overlooking the sea. It’s choppy, the sand pockmarked with puddles, but the humid heaviness the last few days spent building has been lifted away, leaving crisp, fresh air in its place. At least for now.
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Jen starts demanding everyone’s highlight reel of the past year after only two minutes of small talk, and we talk about how Joe broke his wrist playing frisbee, Jen applied to eleven business schools because she didn’t know what else to put on the forms, and Shane lost his virginity to some girl called Aishling in January, though getting that tidbit is like dragging information from a stone. To distract from our nudges and kissy noises Shane asks me about Michelle, which doesn't help, because then I have to tell them all that we broke up.
It instantly zaps the fun out of things and makes the boys awkward. They grumble vague condolences and start looking around the place like they can pull a less depressing topic of conversation out of the air. I remind myself not to mention her again. 
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But they don’t have to sit in this particular discomfort for long, because our drinks arrive, carried by Liam, who invites a brand new one by lingering around the table and trying to make conversation. I grit my teeth and remember to be nice.
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“Ah look who’s here!” He beams, “the gang are back together!”
“Hi Liam!” Jen’s tone is straining with enthusiasm, “good to see you again, you done your leaving cert?”
“I am indeed! Finished up there last week, t’was some slog, I’ll tell you that. I was just dying to get back out here to the beach and do a bit of surfing. The first group of kids doing the classes are to be down now on the first week of July, and sure then it’s go go go! But look, sure it’s great craic altogether, can’t complain.”
He’s met with blank stares. 
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“Oh yeah! Sounds fun.” Jen says after a beat, “Well, it’s nice to see-”
“Having any parties or anything like that this summer?” he asks. 
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“Um, well we’re not sure, but if we do we’ll invite you.” I give her a subtle kick beneath the table, which is a mistake, because she turns her huge, beaming smile on me. Her eyes glint threateningly, “You should ask Jude though, we’re staying at his house, so he gets to decide.”
“Yeah,” I say, “Um, we’ll invite you to whatever we’re doing, we just don’t know yet.” Fine. I want to say to Jen. I’ll invite him, but you can take care of him in the toilet when he’s hammered and sick after one beer. 
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“That’d be so cool, thanks!” he says, “and I’ve something you can do too, as it happens. My dad is having the first karaoke night of the year down at the local pub next week, you know, just to kind of usher in the beginning of the busy season. You should definitely come along.”
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“Karaoke?” Joe echoes, “you want us to sing songs?”
“Well who doesn’t like a good auld sing-song? It’ll be a bit of fun.”
“Probably not,” Joe then turns to Kasper to try and explain to him what is happening in simple English. “Nah, Karaoke, like, singing, and shit” he mutters, “like,” he holds an invisible microphone to his mouth, “la la la, bla bla bla, like, that, like.”
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Look, maybe,” I tell Liam, “I don’t think we’re exactly singers here, but we might come to the pub anyway for a few drinks.”
“You might be compelled to belt out a tune or two while you’re there.”
“Stranger things have happened.”
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“Alright!” he starts walking back to the Surf Shack, turning one more time to point into our faces, “Think of ye’re songs between now and then, will ya? Just in case you change your mind at some stage!” 
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Jen looks at me expectantly once he’s gone, and I immediately groan, slumping in my seat under the weight of her expectation. “Fine, I’ll invite him to whatever party, Jen, but I’m not fucking doing karaoke.” 
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chaosfairy18 · 3 months ago
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perchance some binch (buttons + finch) drabble??? they're my sillies and i love them so dearly /nfta
@finchesslingshott
First of all Hello!
I do have to say I don't really do much livesies/stage musical stuff (sorry) nor have I ever really done much thinking on Finch or Buttons even as individual characters nor as a ship (I prefer Redfinch) but since you've been so kind to send me an ask I tried my best. I really only have Hotshot as a recurring character in my writing and even then she is very different from canon Hotshot.
Buttons is Tadhg McCarthy (his canon name in UKsies) and he got the name because he 'has his buttons' (being smart) but I still made him sew. (Thanks to Nox for the UKsies infos <3)
Finch isn't even here that much but I write him mostly like my dear friend @clevereverest makes me think of him, I love her Redfinch writing
Mostly this is actually Buttons character study a bit and his friendship with another pickpocket who sews: Swifty. Because I am 99% 92sies focused and I needed to at least have one character I already know how to write.
Now enjoy: (750 words)
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Buttons wasn’t sure what to do with Finch always having some rip in his clothes. Naturally he’d help him, but he wouldn’t be happy about it. For most people he’d ask for a fee for patching their things up – if they didn’t want that they could go to someone else – but with Finch he regrettably couldn’t do that as they were close.
Didn’t mean he had to be happy about not getting a bit more money.
Admittedly he had gotten more than enough today by relieving some people of their change.
In the bunkroom – where his sewing kit was – there was only one other newsie, Swifty, apparently doing the same thing. They got along well – thief’s codex and all that – so he sat on the bunk across from him to do his own stitching. “Hey Swifts.”
“Buttons.” Swifty grinned his usual lopsided grin. “Finch again?”
Buttons groaned, looking at the ceiling. “Idiot tears his thin’s every day. Shirts, pants, hat. Last week t’was his socks.” Of course he knew partly how it happened, Finch climbed up some tree and the branches nicked his clothes, he fell down and scraped his knees, he got in fights and teared something else.
“You’d earn a fortune if ya actually took his money.” As much as his tone was teasing, Buttons had a feeling Swifty was thinking something more than what should be going on.
“Can’t rob ‘im blind like that.”, he just said dismissively, getting out his scissors and thread.
“Mhm.”
“What’re you doin’ anyways? One of the littles ripped somethin’?” The kids always tumbled around and Swifty was close to both Flipper and Tumbler – mostly through them being close to Skittery and Bumlets, who were his best friends – and he’d also do a lot for Boots or Snipeshooter, not to mention Splasher. Though Splasher would have come to Buttons for sure.
Swifty held the shirt he was doing something on closer to Buttons, showing a little cat on the hem of it, embroidered in black. “I’m puttin’ little cats on all of Skittery’s clothes to see when he notices. I’m runnin’ out of clothes actually.”
“Bold of you to assume he’s lookin’ at his clothes when he puts them on.”
“It’s still fun. Tumbler loves it, says Skitts is like a cat anyways.”
They talked a bit more, also about what they had stolen the last few days, laughing about some of the close escapes they’d had or reactions they got after stealing various things. Swifty even managed to get a whole dollar, not even wanting to show it, already having it stocked away somewhere. Not that Buttons would have stolen it from him… probably. It would have gotten him such good clothes and sewing equipment though.
It was tempting, but thief’s honour kept him from actually doing it.
A bit later Finch came in, just as Buttons was almost finished, looking eager to get his vest back. “You done yet?”
“Almost.”, he just said dismissively, Swifty snickering from his bunk.
“Let the man work. With how much you’re givin’ him one could think you’re doin’ it on purpose.” Before Finch could reply to that, Swifty had jumped up, shoved the newly embroidered shirt in Skittery’s drawer and quietly disappeared down the stairs, steps light as always.
Finch’s eyes widened a bit, and he looked apologetic. “I promise I ain’t doin’ it on purpose, Tadhg. Just happens.”
“Yeah yeah. You’re just a clumsy bird.” Jumping up, cutting off the last thread, he held out the vest, newly patched, almost looking like new. Or at least the same as before. “There you go. Don’t go and rip it open again, if you keep givin’ me that much business I will have you pay for it. Runnin’ out of thread with all this.”
“I’m sure you won’t lose your buttons though.”, Finch laughed, referring to how Buttons got his nickname, from having all his wits with him. Having his buttons in order, so to speak. It was one of the better nicknames anyhow, as it also fit with sewing.
Finch slipped into the vest and grinned, leaning forward and kissing Buttons’ cheek. “Thanks again, really. I’ll get you some thread or cloth or somethin’. Promise.”
He rolled his eyes. “Sure. Just don’t keep making people suspicious with all this. They’s bound to notice I treat you special.”
“Not that they’re wrong.”
“Finch.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He pecked his lips. “See you later.”
Buttons got to sew up two more of his clothes just this week.
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nisaetus-nerd · 4 months ago
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Reminiscing about the time I used to roleplay being a falcon with my best friend in year 2. Our school playground had this pirate ship-themed structure with a crow’s nest that we’d use as our own nest, where we’d take care of a plush Peregrine. I’d spend most of my time running around and ‘hunting’ for us while she hung around with the plush (though we occasionally swapped roles).
Said friend moved away by the end of the year; I haven’t found anyone to play falcons with me since. T’was a fun era.
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disastrouscanasta · 7 months ago
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11, 12 and 27 for the writers ask game
11.  Books and/or authors who influenced you the most
The book series Horrible Histories was my life for years. I read them back to back, working through my “blood curdling box-set” until I just started rereading them over and over. In retrospect, Terry Deary’s sort of sarcastic, referential style definitely bled into some of my work, especially my original stuff. I just feel like he has a lot of character and voice in his writing and I always loved that.
12.  Describe your perfect writing space
I run warm, so I prefer a cool writing space. I write with music and/or white noise, typically. Though I can write pretty much anywhere, anytime, so my ideal place would just be sitting comfortably, I think.
27.  Favourite line/scene
Favourite from my work? Idk. Here’s one I contemplated for too long, from the film industry au, of course :3
George reached a hand up and fisted it in Joe’s shirt. It was one of his nicer ones, collared. Joe had ironed it before they left his apartment, and there George was, creasing the damn thing as he pulled Joe down on top of him.
YOU WERE THE ONE WHO POINTED OUT THAT GEORGE WAS THE ONE PAYING ATTENTION TO THE LITTLE THINGS JOE DID LIKE IRONING HIS NICE SHIRT, WHICH MADE ME REALISE THAT JOE WAS ALSO ACTIVELY PUTTING IN THE EFFORT TO DRESS UP FOR THEIR LITTLE DINNER DATE. IT’S THE MUTUAL AFFECTION. this was all completely intentional and I absolutely did not only think of these implications after writing this (lies I had no clue whatsoever. I was just talking about Joe’s shirt)
honestly I really enjoy that whole scene/segment of the fic, t’was fun to write
thanks for the ask :3
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huffle-dork · 2 years ago
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College drabbles sound good!
(AN: I spent forever trying to find the initial ask for this but I’m pretty sure this was for a whump thing SO COLLEGE WHUMP IT IS!
Also btws! I’m slowly working through olddd requests so if you’ve sent one recently hang on! I’m trying to get to them as soon as I can!)
Jackie and Zara are sprawled out on the couch of Jackie’s flat, watching a cheesy movie they can half watch while they enjoy each others’ company.
Zara hums from where she’s laying on Jackie’s stomach. “Do you think he’s gonna win the competition?”
“Babe Imma be real honest- I have been dozing on and off for at least half the movie.” Jackie replies with a yawn, then shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
“What?? But it’s a sequel to a movie from when we were kids! You suggested it!” Zara laughs, playfully hitting him.
Jackie snorts and grumbles, “t’was more fun when we were kids… now it has college pressure on it! it’s too real!”
“In the fictional animated movie about monsters-“
“In college like us, yeah!” Jackie says, thrusting his hand at the screen. “I love animated movies but don’t make me live my current pressure! I watch these for fun, Damnit!”
Zara laughs more before crawling up to press up on Jackie’s chest. She rests her chin on his collarbone and tiptoes her fingers up towards his cheek then boops his nose. “Well… I have other ideas on how to have some fun~!”
Jackie blinks owlishly but then grins, setting their snacks on the floor and then gripping Zara tight around the waist. He presses his forehead to hers and practically purrs, “Thank god Marvin is out for the night, huh?”
The raven haired girl giggles then pulls Jackie in for a kiss. Feels weird to be snogging during a children’s movie but hey- they weren’t really watching it anymore anyways.
Then, there’s a bang against the door that has the couple springing apart.
“What was that?” Zara asks.
“Dunno… Marvin said he’d be gone all night I thought-“ Jackie mumbles.
“…think it’s some of the boys asking for a late night rugby game?”
“Nah- pretty sure most are spending the nights with their girls too.” Jackie responds, untangling his legs from Zara’s and setting his feet down to go answer the door.
The doorknob starts to jangle and Jackie feels dread pool in his gut as he holds out a hand to protect Zara. He locked the door right?
The door unlocks and then slams open.
Marvin is leaning against it, pale in the dimly lit night behind him. He’s heaving like he’s having trouble breathing and his legs are shaking wildly. He looks up at the frightened couple, narrows his eyes at Zara and then pitches forward- collapsing to the floor with a dull thud.
“M-Marv!” Jackie cries as he hurries to his friend’s side and helps to lean him up against him. “The fuck did you do this time??”
Marvin coughs, looking sickly with how pale he is. Green and blue and hints of purple glowed in his veins and faintly in his eyes. He laughs weakly, grinning at Jackie. “New spells… w-was a good night for casting but I… I overdid it…”
Zara looked confused, “spells? I-Is he like… Wiccan?”
Jackie looks down and glares slightly at Marvin, raising a slight eyebrow. Marvin waves a lazy hand at him. “Half of campus thinks I’m a witch- I’m leaning into it now…”
He suddenly winces and grabs at his shoulder and when Marvin pulls away his hand, it’s covered in blood.
Jackie startles, “J-Jesus Christ Marvin! What did you do?”
“I miscalculated,” The magician grumbled, holding his shoulder. “I was too eager on my first try… g-got it eventually though!”
“H-Here! I’ll go get the first aid kit!” Zara calls out, rushing down the hall to the bathroom.
“Thanks, love!” Jackie calls back. Then he looks down at Marvin and huffs out. “Marv… you said you were gonna join like… a coven or magic circle for these advanced spells! There’s a reason magicians tend to work in teams… you can’t do everything by yourself.”
“Don’t lecture me on magic, Jackie.” Marvin snaps, trying to push himself up. “I’m the one who’s magic- not you.”
“And yet I research and learn! Because you’re too stubborn to actually get outside your own head! There’s all this stuff set in place for a purpose Marvin! I may not be magic but I-it makes sense! You have support if there’s a backfire- resources and spell ingredients and people who actually know what they’re doing who can-!”
“I know what I’m doing!” Marvin bites back, pushing into Jackie’s face. “I don’t need old crones stuck in their ways teaching me about my birthright! I don’t need condescending assholes like my fucking father critiquing me on my form or pronouncation-! All I need is me! I have all the knowledge I need- all the power I need!”
He grabs Jackie’s hand and grips it tight, green building back up in his eyes as he grins. “See I’ll- I’ll show you! What I learned tonight… teleportation! Solo! No fucking giant circles of judging eyes needed!”
Jackie’s eyes widen, “wait that’s how you got hurt? M-Marvin please wait, you need to rest-!”
Marvin rolls his eyes, “c’mon Jackie! Where’s your sense of adventure? Don’t tell me you’re getting soft on me! It’ll be a quick zip and back then you can go back to snogging your girlfriend.”
Jackie’s face turns bright red, “w-we were not!”
Marvin laughs and then smiles warmly at his friend, “just focus on me. You know I wouldn’t hurt you, right?”
“…not on purpose-“
“Accidents don’t count, shush.”
Marvin builds up sparks of green and purple around their interlocked hands and he breathes slowly, closing his eyes. He still needed a bit of help so he chants the spell's words under his breath, flashes of runes vibrating around his hands. Jackie watches nervously-
Until Zara runs back in, holding the first aid kit. “G-Got it! And a couple other things I didn’t know what we were dealing with-“ She blinks at the magic vibrating around their closed hands and she screams and drops the supplies.
“H-Holy fucking shit!”
Jackie and Marvin both startle and Jackie tries to explain, “Zara it’s okay he’s just-!”
Then, Marvin spits out the last word, sending spears of hate towards Zara with his glowing eyes. He expected to take him and Jackie away in a flash of light- but instead…
Marvin disappears into light- and Jackie cries out, his back stiffening as his eyes fill up with purple light. Then, he collapses to the ground.
Zara feels frozen for a second- trying to understand what just happened. Then, she frantically runs towards Jackie and tries to lift up his face from the ground. “Oh my god! Jackie? J-Jackie wake up! Please love- what is going on?!”
Jackie is still for a second before he slowly blinks open his eyes. But… they’re wrong. They’re glowing green.
His eyes spring open and then he slaps Zara away and scrambles back, eyes wide and magic zipping around him. “D-Don’t touch me!” He spits. It still sounds like Jackie but… Jackie wouldn’t say that- not to Zara.
Zara’s face falls and she holds her hands to her chest. “What…? Jackie I… I don’t understand- what happened? Are you okay? Where’s Marvin?”
Jackie is massaging his head and then snaps out at Zara, “What are you talking about? Are you blind? I’m right here-“
Jackie’s eyes slowly widen as he goes to look down at himself and then he seems to pale.
“….oh my god- I- I’m in Jackie’s body-“
“You’re what?!” Zara shouts out.
Jackie scrambles to his feet and snaps, bursts of magic zipping out and Marvin sighs in slight relief. “Okay still have magic- okay… okay-“ He tries to reason with himself. He seems to be looking at his hands, twisting and turning them over like he’s studying them. Stretching his fingers like he’s getting used to them.
Zara climbs to her feet too, “hello?? Marvin? Do you mind explaining what the hell is happening? Or am I just supposed to be okay with you possessing my boyfriend like some kind of evil ghost-!”
“Would you be quiet?!” Marvin suddenly booms, eyes turning pure purple. Zara backs away- slight fear in her eyes.
Marvin’s face drops and the power dies down before he shakes out his head and looks away. “Sorry I… I just can’t concentrate- I’m trying to fix this! I didn’t do this on purpose I- I was trying to show him a teleportation spell! And I need to figure out why this happened so I don’t accidentally do it again! Cuz believe it or not- I don’t want to randomly possess people!”
Zara is quiet for a second before nodding. “…okay… just… is he okay? Jackie…? I’m sorry I… I don’t understand what’s going on… I didn’t know magic was even real until… 5 minutes ago-“
Marvin sighs and pushes back his hair. It’s weird to see. Jackie doesn’t usually do that gesture to fix his hair. It was like running a PlayStation game on a wii. Similar but… not compatible.
“…Jackie’s fine. Just… startled. Confused too. He… he trusts me though. I just… need you to trust me too. Just for a second.” Marvin meets Zara’s eyes and the girl slowly nods.
She always found Marvin a bit creepy and off-putting. But only cuz he was such a social recluse… and was hard to talk to. She didn’t hate him… but maybe she was judging him too harshly through all of this.
“Be on standby though to… catch him. I have no idea how this is gonna play out…” The magician mumbles.
He closes his eyes and flares out his fingers at the side, reciting more magic words under his breath. Magic zips around him as the power builds. Zara inches away, watching in awe.
Finally, the magic seems to spilt the image of Jackie in two- and then a blast of green shoots out across the living room and crashes into the wall. Jackie’s body starts to crumble back towards the ground and Zara is quick to catch him. She then looks back towards the wall.
With Legs in the air and back on the floor lays Marvin, dazedly looking up at the ceiling as the world dips and spins around him.
“A-Are you okay??” Zara calls out. Marvin shakily gives her a thumbs up.
She sighs in relief and then rolls over Jackie and lightly taps his cheek. It takes a second but slowly Jackie’s eyes flutter back open, his light blue eyes back to normal. He dazedly looks up at Zara. She smiles at him.
“Welcome back, love.”
“…did I go somewhere? Marvin’s spell worked…?” Jackie mumbles in confusion. Zara sighs and then rubs Jackie’s cheek.
“…I think we have a lot to talk about… why don’t we go patch up Marvin and then settle in for the night?”
“…mkay…”
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cxlourpops · 2 years ago
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feeling like the only one that actually really enjoyed the royal three’s performance. it was a little weird to have seoul select win when their storyline relevance was pretty minimal, though. preferably i would’ve liked it to end in a draw between rainbow high and shadow high or for the winner between the two to forfeit the trophy to the other saying they deserved it. but ... i’m also not going into this expecting amazing writing either. 
rainbowvision comes to a close -- despite it’s drawbacks, it was a fun little arc at least. gave me some music to throw on my spotify and some new dolls to collect (i need the royal three so bad)
now that it’s come to a close and i have more content to work with -- might start making some gifs for the characters again. t’was fun, all !
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justicerikai · 2 years ago
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Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #43 Flower viewing
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Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.
Disclaimer:
Lyrics for the charisma break has not been translated due it being beyond my current capabilities to make it work in English. (Lots of wordplay and rhyming…) My apologies. orz
Iori: So busy busy ♪ Busy busy ♪
Iori: I might just dieeee~~!
(Iori running all over the place)
Rikai: Iori-san
Iori: Yes, how may I help you
Rikai: Would you like to go for a walk?
Iori: A walk? Sure
Rikai: Then let us be on our way
Iori: Yessir
Iori: Ah, do you want to pull my collar?
Rikai: I am not pulling your collar.
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Iori: Waah~ Look at this, Rikai-kun. They’re in full bloom. I’d like to picnic~
Rikai: A picnic sounds great. Let’s have one today actually
Iori: Huh….?
Rikai: Everyoneee! Sorry for the wait~!
Iori: Huh!? Why are you all here!?
Sarukawa: Ya finally showed up
Terra: Took you long enough
Amahiko: We’ve been waiting, Iori-san
Rikai: Ohse-kun came too. I’m glad
Ohse: I-it just happened
Fumiya: How about we get started with some beer for everyone
(PPPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII)
Rikai: Fumiya-san no!
Terra: Don’t you dare, you minor!
Fumiya: I can’t? Why?
(Terra & Rikai making a fuss)
Ohse: U-um, please sit down
Iori: Wait.
Iori: What’s the meaning of this?
Rikai: My apologies for the surprise. Actually it was my intention from the beginning to invite you to come to the flower viewing.
Iori: Eh?
Amahiko: Except we kept quiet about it, a surprise play.
Terra: Because if we told you, you would’ve ended up doing everything on your own, no?
Terra: Like staking out a good spot, or making lunches
Rikai: Thus as thanks for what you do for us daily, we’ve gathered together just for you!
Amahiko: Believe it or not, these lunches were made by Sarukawa-kun and Ohse-san
Ohse: I think it’s disgusting though
Sarukawa: T’was a pain in the ass y’know
Terra: Even though you had fun
Sarukawa: Shuddup ugly
Terra: HAAAAAAH!?
(Terra and Sarukawa making a fuss)
Rikai: Don’t fight now!
Iori: HOLD ITTTTTTTTT!
Everyone: Huh?
Iori: W-what the hell are you all thinking..
Iori: W-why do something like…
Amahiko: Iori-san?
Fumiya: See, told you
Iori: You know that this is MY job to do!?
Iori: WHO is the slave of this house here!?
Iori: SAY IT!
Iori: SAY THE SLAVE’S NAME!
Iori: SAY ITTTTT!!!
Fumiya: I thought of stopping them
Terra: Can’t you let it slide for today? You wear yourself out if you keep overdoing it, you know?
Iori: I’m Fine
Sarukawa: Liar. I know you strained your back lately
Iori: gasp
Ohse: And your knees
Iori: gagasp
Amahiko: And we know about your stiff shoulders too
Iori: gagagasp
Sarukawa: No different than an old coot. Yer gonna die at this rate, idiot
Terra: C’mon, sit down
(Everyone making Iori sit down)
Iori: No! No! Stop! Stop it! Won’t sit down! I won’t sit down! Neither eat! Don’t want it! Stop! Geeeez!
Iori: AAAAAAAAAH—!!!
Terra: Iori-kun!!
Terra: Why don’t you care for yourself…? Terra-kun hates that
Rikai: All of us are worried about your life
Amahiko: Living for the sake of others, is this truly the kind of play you desire?
Iori: What of it, I am a slave. That’s nothing new, no?
Iori: I’m nothing, there’s nothing to gain, that’s why I offer my body for those that need it.
Iori: Motohashi Iori is someone that must be obedient to the world otherwise he cannot go on!
Rikai: O-obedient? That’s just…
Sarukawa: Io. Then I’ll ask ya this
Sarukawa: Were you ever obedient to yourself
Iori: !!?
Iori: T-to.. mmyself… obedient…?
Amahiko: Ooh
Sarukawa: You bastard been getting involved all over the place as long as I’ve known you, what happened to looking after yourself
Iori: Saru…
Terra: Iori-kun, listen to what Motohashi Iori himself has to say every once in a while
Amahiko: Something that you’d truly want to do yourself, a choice you wouldn’t regret
Rikai: Iori-san
Ohse: I-Io-kun…
Iori: F-facing my… true self?
Iori: It might be true that’s something I have been always running away from
Iori: But, maybe now the time has finally come to face it
Iori: The real me
Iori: There could be something waiting within…!
-
Iori: Hm?
Iori: Huh?
Iori: Aaaaah!
Iori: There’s nothing after all!
Iori: I’m empty!
Iori: I knew it!
Iori: I was right!
Iori: Yeah. Exactly.
Iori: There’s nothing within Motohashi Iori. That’s the conclusion from properly facing myself! You can’t convince me otherwise!
Iori: Eh? Something’s here
Iori: Ah, it’s self-sacrifice
Iori: And contribution
Iori: Free service
Iori: Hm? Looks like something else is on the way. Eh? What’s that. Scary
Iori: Selflessness cameeeeeee!!!!!!! That’s what’s on the insideeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!
Iori: Now that’s the way of life for Motohashi Iori!
Iori: Self-sacrifice, contribution, free service, SEFLESSNEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!
Iori: SEEEEEEEELFFF, LESSNEEEEEEEES!!!
CHARISMA BREAK 
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Saw Le Tigre last week and have been procrastinating on posting about it. T’was fun, though I was at my peak of liking their music and Kathleen Hanna in general in high school, so I guess I was going in with more jaded eyes. Case in point: in between songs at one point she was talking about making “spaces” “safer” for non-”straight, white, cis” people. Which...kind of bummed me out for a few songs. Just a few weeks prior I’d been to a show in my town where one of the openers was a bunch of local kids, the oldest of which had just graduated high school. 3/5 of the members were girls, one of them sporting a super sick afro. The pit was all female at one point (and much more existent than crowd action at the Le Tigre show, where everyone danced tamely in place until they ended the night with “Deceptacon” and spontaneously everyone started mauling each other). But the main takeaway that I got from those kids’ show wasn’t some message of “inclusion”. My takeaway was that they kicked ass. Their music wasn’t sanitized; in fact, it was actually pretty vicious. And they didn’t ask permission from anyone to do what they did. They didn’t read some book that told them how to do it, either. They were playing because it was something they loved to do, and it was their passion towards kicking ass that defined them. It would be a disgrace to that passion to try and apply tokenism to them or that night. I thought it was cool seeing a lot of fellow young women in the crowd, but I also thought it was cool that, finally, my little town has a cool little ~space~ where all kinds of people can indulge in some Maximum Volume Kick Ass Rock-N-Roll. I wasn’t consciously scanning the crowd to see how many people looked like me or didn’t. I didn’t give a shit, because I was living in the moment. Concerts are events where all different kinds of people can become one with great music. And in that moment, when you’re losing yourself in guitar feedback and physical interaction, “female representation” and “visible queerness” don’t really matter. What the hell constitutes being “visibly queer”, anyways? Certain patches or pins? Certain styles of hair? Certain facial structures? Why can’t people just be people?
Maybe I would’ve been a little more impressed if I had less life experience and more of a grudge against the concept of men. And this is coming from a physically small female from the suburbs. If anyone should have a grudge against men, shouldn’t it be me? Too bad I try not to judge people based on features they can’t really change. I just judge them on whether their taste in music is good or not. Because the superficial construct doesn’t matter much. It’s the gray matter that matters.
Kathleen ended her spiel by saying we should consider solution-based approaches to the problems in our world. Which is totally correct. But she seemed unaware that the solution is already unfolding in gritty little scenes across the country. Hence why I was...a little bummed.
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I saw the fun fact on your pinned post, I hope you do get into skating! I wanted to as well but last time I tried I broke my tailbone and hit the back of my head really hard… t’was embarrassing
-Holo anon
thank you so much,, n I understand…I do hope you’re alright now though!!
n…I have like a cruiser skateboard n a regular skateboard in my garage but they both suck..n skateboards are like a hundred dollars at the mall, n I haven’t even got one yet so maybe soon!!
I definitely am a beginner and still need to work on even turning :(
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manasurge · 1 year ago
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Not sure if I can attend tomorrow’s Tyria Pride march. I think the overstimulation of this one gave me a wicked migraine (I felt myself on the verge of getting one, but I didn’t expect to get it this badly). If I feel better tomorrow I will try, but Brightshine Jubilee on Flight Rising also starts, so depending on if I’m still suffering the aftermath of this, I may have to choose one or the other (or neither if I’m super zonked out). However this migraine was totally worth it though. T’was a fun event! I’ll have to look through my screencaps tomorrow. I didn’t get much, but I’m suffering too much to even do that rn. But for now I just gotta deal with the black hole forming in my head that’s trying to crush and consume the rest of my body with it bc that’s how it feels alsjkflf.  I wish painkillers worked on this better, but alas.
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A nod, a short acknowledgment of Perceptor’s discomfort. There’s a smile on Rodimus’ face, though it isn’t wide or overly warm— it is just so. A comfortable smile, content in its nature. “Suppose it does get a bit loud after a while, eh? Don’t blame ya for not likin’ that. Surprised ya lasted this long, honestly.” A frown. “No offense. Just know this ain’t your kind of thin’.”
It’s nice, Rodimus decides, to have a friend here. He had fully expected to make the walk back to his hab alone, or to not make it back at all and just take the opportunity to doze off in his office, since that was closest.
The question lingers for a few minutes, as Rodimus thinks it through (and dozes off on his feet, too, as he finds Perceptor can carry his weight. He turns on his optics after a few seconds with a lazy chuckle that is laced with sleep) and finally answers, resting —or trying to rest— his helm on Perceptor’s shoulder.
“Yeah, t’was fun. Been a while since we got to celebrate shit.” Go back, rephrase that a little bit. Not what he asked. “I had fun. ‘N’ I’m glad you had fun. Would suck if you’d been miserable. Or anyone.”
— Perceptor starts when Rodimus nearly trips as he throws his arm around his shoulder. This time, he holds onto his arm that's been thrown over his shoulder to keep him at least somewhat secure. He offers a thin smile and nods encouragingly when his captain gets the word right. " Indeed. Fast. " He is very much trying to stifle a laugh.
The heat of his frame comes off in waves and it makes him realize that's something he's never really asked about. It might be too personal to ask, though, and he doesn't particularly feel like prodding while he's inebriated. He's drawn from his thoughts however, Rodimus's question catching him off guard. He hums in thought as he takes a moment to search his friend's face, trying to really grasp why he's asked. He can't find whatever he might be looking for, so settles on answering honestly. " I did, am, yes. Though... You must be aware that I do not enjoy the ah... more robust festivities that this one turned into. "
Not that he had a bad time, only that he was starting to get overwhelmed. Helping Rodimus back to his own hab was partially a reason to excuse himself. Then, as an afterthought, he adds: " Did you enjoy yourself, captain? "
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3amsnek · 5 years ago
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There was absolutely no theme it’s just a doodle pile of randomness
I don’t know why but yeah take it
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Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader)
Warnings: cursing, nonsense writing
Word count: 1.5k 
A/N: listen i just needed something to keep my mind busy and a perry the platypus!bucky and dr. doofenshmirtz!reader was the only thing i could think of. dont have any high expectations from this series, you will be sorely disappointed.
If you have any ideas for this series, lemme know!! it’d be cute to write!!
here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333
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Bucky Barnes, for all intents and purposes, is edgy. 
His SHIELD salary is definitely enough to afford him a simple beanie, gloves even if he’s that eager. His long hair, though a spectacle in itself, isn’t as good at keeping away the cold as he claims it to be. 
It’s a personal choice, a fashion statement even, to be roaming the streets in a long flimsy t-shirt that does nothing to accentuate his broad shoulders, and tactical pants that look a little too comfortable. 
It’s cold. He says he likes it, to appease his blond haired best friend who insisted that he wear a cardigan at least. He won’t like it in a while, but he would never admit it.
The bike ride to the other side of town for a minor mission takes longer than he expected. The wind rushing by gets his adrenaline racing. 
Official missions are long and gruelling, and oftentimes not fun. But it gives him a purpose.
It’s easy, therefore, to find him brooding when he’s not on one. 
No one wants their room to be on the receiving end of Bucky’s stress-cleaning sessions. His baking is more appreciated.
So when there’s news of a small time villain creating havoc again, it made sense that he volunteered to go sort it out. No one else wanted the job. They’d all been at it before. 
SHIELD didn’t seem particularly bothered either. 
“It’s not that serious, Barnes.”
“I’m going.”
“Just stop her from doing whatever dumb plan she has today. She seems to have a new one every week.”
“Can I-”
“This is not an assassination mission.”
“Fine. Can I-”
“No.”
“Fine.”
He didn’t know what to expect. He had an idea of how they should be. Smaller villains tended to be more aggressive, vicious to prove their point. They were here to stay.
He wears his regular gear. Enough knives to make a butcher look away in shame, and guns including, but not limited to, his biceps.
He finally pulls the bike to a stop a few metres away, leaving it out of reach in case things got too out of hand. He didn’t want to have to walk back to the Tower, and his friends, as much as they loved him, would never go out of their way to pick him up. Little shits. 
The address is a dingy, plain concrete house near an old construction site. It was flat and felt more like an afterthought than an actual building. It looked more like an abandoned Walmart than an actual villain lair. 
The only entrance is the door in the front. He counts to three, lifting his leg to kick it down.
It falls down ungracefully, loud and creaky like it was bound to the doorframe by rust. 
The only light source inside is a green light. All the way at the other end on an elevated platform is a desk and a chair facing away from him. He can’t see much other than that.
Someone’s laughter comes back loud and booming. He raises his gun, feet apart in a defensive stance. 
“I’ve been expecti-” the voice pauses mid-sentence- “Did you just kick down my door?”
He looks behind him to where the wooden piece is on the floor. He certainly did.
He can finally see you as you stand up, green light illuminating your face. You reach over to the side, pressing a few switches. 
He squints when all the lights turn on, pulling the both of you from darkness. 
“Dude!” you cry out, face twisting into what only could be described as a mix of horror and disdain. “What’d you do that for?”
He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t lower his gun either.
“You’re an Avenger, just fuckin’ pick the lock or something. This is expensive!” 
He only watches as you whine, looking beyond him at your now demolished entrance. You take a few steps closer, jumping down from the elevated platform.
“Insurance isn’t going to cover this.” You drag your palm across your fist before extending it towards him. “Pay up.”
He wasn’t sure if he heard you right.
“What?” he finally asked, voice gruff.
“All you superheroes go around, destroying walls and cars in the name of world peace like you own the damn thing. Not today, bitch boy. Pay up.”
He doesn’t have his wallet with him. He didn’t expect to need it.
“I’m supposed to be stopping you.” 
“You can do that once you pay for my door.” 
You sound resolute, unshaken. A little annoyed. There’s what appears to be a gun in your hand, although it’s unlike any weapon he’s seen before.
“What’s your plan?” Bucky looks at your hand. Your stare follows his. You lift the thing up and he tenses.
“I was going to freeze some jerk but now my plan is to get you cancelled on Twitter.” 
“Why?” his eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“Local superhero destroys property of tax paying citizen for no good reason.”
“I mean-” he shakes his head, discarding what you’re saying, “-why were you going to freeze someone?”
“Because I wanted to. But you’ve ruined the mood now, so that won’t happen.”
He blinks, lowering his weapon when he realises you weren’t making any attempt to move. “What’s your ulterior motive?”
“Nothing! I just wanted to mildly inconvenience that stupid fuck for being such a prick.”
He doesn’t know what to say. 
“Is that the freeze ray?” Bucky asks instead, raising his gun when he realises there’s a very real chance he could end up like his best friend. 
“You got a problem with it?” You hold it up carelessly. 
“I can’t let you use that.”
“That’s all you’re going to do?” you huff, “Is this what you call an intervention? This is so boring.”
“Give me the freeze ray and no one has to get hurt.” 
“No one was going to get hurt in the first place, genius. All this does is slow him down for 5 minutes so he misses the subway.”
There’s nothing technically that evil about what you’re doing. He doesn’t even know how you ended up on SHIELD’s radar. He gets why no one was particularly driven to take this seriously.
“And for fuck’s sake put that gun away. You’re not scaring me.” 
He doesn’t oblige, even though something tugs at him, telling him that you’re speaking the truth. 
“Here, take the stupid thing.” You don’t bother waiting for his response, bending over and sliding the gun towards his feet. “I’ll find another way to get back at that dickhead.”
It hits his boot with a small thud. He looks down. Its design is ridiculously comical, like you ripped it straight out of a kid’s TV show. 
“Next time, bring some drama. Wear a cape or something.” You wave him off. “Now get out of my lair. I need to fix the door.”
“You don’t have another one of these lying around, do you?”
“Why, do your friends want one too?” The glare you give him is dangerous. He doesn’t react to it. “No, it’s limited edition. I don’t build the same thing twice.”
“You have others?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” A smile grows on your face, dropping as quickly as it arrives. “SHIELD will tell you if I do. Now leave.”
Bucky looks at the freeze ray in his hand. He supposes his job is done. He was told to stop you, but you didn’t seem to have any inclination to go on with your plan.
“You can ask them if you want, they know about me.” You roll your eyes. “Go ahead, call them.”
He doesn’t want to take a chance. As odd as the situation is, it’s still novel and he isn’t quite sure how to deal with it.
He tucks your weapon under his arm, pressing his phone to his ear.
“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” Maria’s voice is crisp as ever.
“I confiscated a... freeze ray.” He feels ridiculous even saying it. “But I’m going to bring her in to SHIELD headquarter-”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“But we can’t trust-”
“We’ve been keeping tabs on her for a while. She’s more or less harmless. You can take the rest of the night off, Sergeant.”
He cuts the call, not entirely at ease with the smug, expectant look on your face. 
Still, he couldn’t disobey direct orders.
“I’m gonna... go.” He mentions towards the gaping hole in the wall.
“That would be ideal, yes.” You nod, crossing your arm over your chest.
“Okay.” He hesitates, but finally takes a step backwards. He peeks over his shoulder as he leaves, but finds you swivelled away from him again. 
He steps back outside. The cold greets him again like an old friend. The weight of his weapons feels stupidly embarrassing now. 
It’s a long drive back to the Tower. He keeps replaying the entire story in his mind. He’s unsure of whether he made the right call, but no one else really seemed to care. 
He had seen weirder things. It came with the gig.
He leaves it at that.
“How’d it go?” Steve asks him when he walks into the living room.
“T’was fine,” he answers, toying with the stupid device he took from you. Maybe he would test it on Clint. He had been getting annoying lately. Breathing too much in Bucky’s general direction.
A part of him feels guilty for his carelessness towards your building. The other part is just bewildered. 
That night he looks up the cost it takes to replace a door, making a mental note to draw some money from the ATM soon.
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