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freak like me



pairing: nerdy!dino x f!reader
genre: project partners, mutual pining, lots of daydreaming, smut (with a bit of plot) MDNI!
warnings: shy cutesy dino who has my heart (he is a secret freak!), dino and chan are both used interchangeably, oc has nerd kink (ahem), forward oc, cursing, a bit of manipulation?, too many thirsty thoughts, kissing, choking, spit kink, unprotected sex (do not do this!), oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, clit stimulation, brat!oc, brattamer!dino, mean dino, he calls oc slut/whore, dirty talk!!!, riding, missionary position, creampie, size kink?, crying, hair grabbing, ass slapping, orgasm denial, cum eating, it is honestly filthy, lmk if i missed anything!
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note: thank you so much for liking the last fic so much :( didn't expect such a positive reception so i was super motivated to write this one! plus these pictures of him did something to me like y'all don't get it like i do bcs i went crazy and HAD to write.
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“Right, so the semester end project will be a group project.” Your professor says as the whole class sighs in disappointment and annoyance.
“I know you all don’t like these group projects, but it’s compulsory guys, it’s worth 30% of your final grade. If it’s any consolation, I requested the dean to let it be done in pairs, so be a little grateful, I don’t want anyone coming up to me after class asking to change partners.”
Great. The only thing you hated more than group projects were the ones done in pairs. In spite of all the arguments in groups, atleast you didn’t have to do any work if you didn’t feel like it. But now not only will there be conflicts with your partner, but you’ll have to do half the work too. Just great.
“Y/n? miss y/n?” your professor calls pulling you out of your zoned out state as you raise your hand in confusion.
“You’ll be partnered with Mr. Chan.”
Oh. This was going to be fun. Not only was Chan really REALLY good at studies, but also so cute. You first met him just on the second day of class, when you asked him for a pencil because being klutz you are, you had forgotten you had that class that day and had practically rolled off your bed as your roommate woke you up minutes before it started, reaching a bit late and resulting in your professor scolding you. Chan had coyly given you the pencil, later passing you a note in the middle of the class written “you can ask me later if you have any doubts about what was taught before you arrived as you were a bit late :)”. Oh, he was so cute.
That was how your friendship started, though you never talked much outside of class- other than the occasional times he replied to your story or liked it, you and him were mostly formal with each other, never crossing the boundary of “classmates.”
Sometimes you would ask him for his notes, and being the nice guy he is, he would send the snapshots in a second. You would later leave an iced americano on his usual seat, as a gesture of thankfulness; and a note along with it. Sometimes when the professor’s voice cracked in the middle of the lecture, your eyes would find his- giving each other a slight smile.
It was always quick glances, polite words, and soft smiles, because you both never seemed to take it further. But you were tired now, tired of pretending you didn’t picture his face squished under your thighs, glasses all fogged up and your slick dripping down his chin. Tired of acting like you didn’t violate your poor pillow every other night imagining how he would sound with him in your throat.
Was he a head pusher? Or someone that just begged you to let him come? Would he let you tie him up? Or would he want to tie YOU up? you were sick of acting like he didn’t get you so so wet when he answered a question in class and fixed his glasses, and you had a plan to change that.
As the class ends, you see him coming up to you.
“Should we work at the library at 6 today? I’ll get us some coffee and snacks to eat while we work!” he says with a small smile on his face.
You could agree to the library at 6, after all he has pitched it so sweetly, but there is a devil on your shoulder that is actually so evil, because you hear a voice in your head saying no way you’re meeting him in a public place for the things you want to do with him.
“I’m a bit busy at 6 Chan, I-”
“Dino! You can call me dino too. All my friends usually call me that.” He says shyly.
You smile sweetly. “I’m a bit busy at 6 dino, I have my shift at the café.” You say pouting at him. They are blatant lies. You do not have your shift at the café today because it is closed, something about the owner being at a wedding, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“You can come over to my place at 10 if it’s okay with you? I doubt the library will the open till the time I get off work.” You feel a bit bad, but you’re just inviting him over because it’s more comfortable at home, right? Yeah! Nothing need to happen just because you’ll be alone with him. (You are lying to yourself at this point because there is no way you don’t lose your mind at the thought of being alone with him.)
“Oh, okay sure! text me the address, I’ll be there.” He says with a sweet smile and you might crush him because of how much you want to squish his cheeks right now.
Dino might go crazy. He’s not even sure if you could see he wasn’t paying attention to a thing you said, because he was too busy staring at your lips the entire time, and then your collarbones, until his eyes travelled to your tits trapped in your blouse which was just a little too tight. Tight enough to accentuate the curve of your breasts; but not letting them spill out- just tight enough.
On top of that, if he’s left alone with you, he has no idea how he’s going to prevent a tent from forming in his pants, so he opts for a oversized hoodie long enough to cover him and a pair of grey sweatpants because it is your house after all, he can dress casual, and he doesn’t want you to know he took 20 minutes to decide what he wore so that his outfit says-“hey, I’m casual and comfortable” and “I’m put together” at the same time.
He is sharp on time, you say to yourself as the bell rings. You’re a bit nervous approaching the door in your small plaid skirt and sweater, knowing how he always stares at you whenever you wear a skirt to class. Plus, you’re wearing a something a little special underneath it, just it case. You push the self-doubting thoughts to the back of your head as you open your door and he is a sight to see. He looks so delicious in those animal print framed glasses and messy hair, there is a glow on his face and oh, those stupid goddamn grey sweatpants. It is OVER for you.
“You’re very punctual, it’s exactly 10.” You giggle. “Your hair looks a bit of a mess dino, coming from another girl’s place?” you say as you smirk, leaning against the door.
“No! No, I just came from the gym, my hair is still a bit wet from the shower.” He says as he ruffles his hair and comes in, setting his bag on the table in your living room. Oh? Pretty boy goes to the gym as well, is there anything he doesn’t do. He usually only wore oversized hoodies and t-shirts to class, never really revealing his true figure; nor did you ever see him much in parties despite his friends being a part of the frat, so this was a new side of him you were seeing right now.
“My roommate is gonna be home in a bit, so we can work in my room, mhm?” you ask, acting intentionally doe eyed and innocent. Lies. They are all lies. Your roommate isn’t going to be home in a bit, she’s at her girlfriend’s dorm. And she is not going to be home until tomorrow after class. And maybe if Chan was thinking clearly, he would’ve asked why your roommate would mind you working in the living room with him. But he’s not thinking clearly, too busy staring at your legs and imagining his face between your thighs; so, forgive him if he isn’t at his highest functioning brain activity right now.
He murmurs a quiet okay as he follows you to your room as you lead him. And your room is so you. He doesn’t know how to explain it, because he doesn’t know you so well yet, but as soon as he enters through the door, he sees plushies laid out neatly on your bed, and your scent all around him. He can say posters of bands and movies dressing up your walls and random Sanrio figurines all around the room. He lays his bag on your bed, taking out his laptop as you sit next to him on your chair, and your skirt rides up, revealing your soft thighs further. And maybe his eyes are playing tricks on him, but he can almost see pink lace fabric peaking from underneath your skirt. And maybe you’re just a bit cold, but he swears he can see your nipples peeking through your sweater.
Every passing minute, he is making it so hard for you to keep your composure. He keeps sharing his ideas about the project and telling you what you should work on. Why is hearing him talk about physics so sexy? You don’t know what it is, but when you can’t help but think how hot he looks when he talks so passionately. Your panties are literally getting soaked as the time goes on. It’s been an hour, and he hasn’t even taken a second to look at you yet! You’re quite literally whoring yourself out for him and all he cares about is inductive motor or whatever the hell the project is about.
“Channie, can we move to the bed? I’m feeling a bit tired from my shift.” You say, fake yawning.
“Mmm? Oh sure.” It is over for him, he thinks to himself.
As you sit up on your bed, your skirt FULLY rides up, revealing your baby pink lace panties. You push it down gently, saying “oops” as you giggle. And something inside him snaps. All control he had, he’s lost it now and he physically cannot hold back anymore. His gaze darkens, as he pushes you down, his grip on your throat as he gets on top of you. You gasp as he takes you by surprise, but the shock lasts barely 5 seconds before you smirk.
You reach up as your lips find his, pulling him deeper into your mouth as you grab his hair. From the get go, it is passionate, and rough and messy, because both of you are left gasping for your breath- your cheeks rosy and your chest heaving. Deciding to tease him further, you bite his lip. He moans into your mouth, mumbling “brat.” Taking the opportunity, you slip your tongue into his mouth deepening the kiss, and it is so sloppy; neither of you willing to give up control. The heat between your legs grows because of the way his tongue fights with yours to take over, which has your head spinning.
“Channie” you moan, as you feel the hard press of his body against yours, the sound of your lips smacking together and your heavy gasping filling the room.
His hand reaches to lift your sweater slightly, fingers making contact with your bare skin as they keep moving upwards until they your lacy bra, delicately toying with the material.
“You wore this for me baby? Knew this was going to happen?”
All you do is giggle as you continue to kiss down his jaw, alternating between sucking and biting. But that doesn’t sit right with him, as his other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just the right amount so that his grip is tight enough, but still allowing you to breathe, and suddenly you’re flooding your panties.
“This okay?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern and genuine worry, looking for any discomfort in your eyes, desperate for your approval to continue.
You nod, because it’s actually all you can do. He loosens the grip on your throat and begins to pull his hand away as he says “Fuck, if you want me to go on, you’re gonna have to answer me baby.”
You’re quick to bring his hand back on your neck, your head turning left and right in panic, “No! No, please I want it!” you say as he smirks at your desperate state.
“Yeah? Then answer me when I asked you a question baby. You wore this set for me pretty?”
“Just wanted you to notice me, pay attention to me.” You say between kisses.
“And you thought whoring yourself out would be the way to get my attention” he chuckles. “Thought it was a mistake when you flashed me, turns out baby’s just an attention whore.”
He gets off of you and the bed and a whine leaves your throat as he pulls you down by your ankles as your hips reach the foot of your bed in an instant as he begins taking off his glasses.
“No!” you protest. “don’t- don’t take them off, I like them.” You say timidly. He picks you up, flipping your previous position as he seats you on his lap, taking off his hoodie, and you cannot help but stare. You did not know he was SO built and buff, your eyes are practically eating him up as you feel drool building up in your mouth. Oh, you NEED to suck him off right now. And that’s pretty much all it takes for you as you get on your knees for him.
When you look up to him, there is hunger in his eyes, something you’ve never seen before, his gaze full of lust. He can’t remember how many times he’s pictured you like this, on your knees, so innocent, a pathetic expression on your face, waiting for him to give you your next instruction.
Those stupid man whore grey sweatpants, you need them off now.
You fumble with it’s band as you impatiently pull it down, revealing his Calvin Klein boxers, and you clearly have no time for this nonsense, rushing to pull his boxers down as well, all while he looks down on you, leaning back on the bed- hands on either side of him with a big cocky smirk on his face, because he cannot wait to see the next look on your face.
Your face: it’s so transparent, so revealing. It’s literally like you wear your heart on your sleeve. Everything you feel, you think, you want, it’s clear- plain as day on your face. And as soon as you pull his boxers off, there it is- pure amusement and shock, as his dick twitches at the sight of your wide doe eyes. You knew he has big, atleast that’s what you pictured in your nightly scenarios. But you did not know he was this big both in length and in girth as well, his angry tip staring at you, begging for your attention.
“Take your sweater off.” He demands. No pleas, no hesitance. An order. And who would you be to defy him? you teasingly take it off, all while a small smile adorns your lips as you through the sweater somewhere on the floor alongside his hoodie.
You take his length in your hand, rubbing your thumb over his tip- spreading his pre-cum around it as your eyes go from doe like to those of a siren as they stare straight into his, spitting right on it seductively and oh, he thinks he’s in love. You pump it up and down and fuck- you can’t even completely wrap your hand around it, giving it a little squeeze as you go along, building the tension. But he doesn’t seem too happy about it as he sighs in annoyance. He’s sick of your teasing, because even after his multiple attempts to discipline you, you’ve decided to continue being a brat.
In the blink of an eye, he takes your hand off of him, grabs you by your jaw and squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and fore finger- the rest of the them lying on your jaw, forcing to you part your lips slightly.
“Do you trust me y/n?” he says softly, yet his voice dripping with dominance as you nod.
“Open your mouth, tongue out baby.”
And what he does next takes you by surprise, as he leans down, collecting a glob of spit in his mouth as it drips down from his mouth to yours, making you moan as you close your eyes, feeling the warm liquid on your tongue.
“Swallow.” he says as he caresses your jaw. And his wish is your command; you let out a loud moan as you feel it travel down your throat.
“Good girl. You’ll listen to me now, yeah? No more teasing. I’ve been holding back until now but if you don’t behave, I’ll have to fuck you like the whore you are. Better yet, I’ll eat you out, and get you so so close. I’ll be at it for hours baby, I have no place to be, but I won’t let you cum. So, tell me, you’re gonna be a good girl for me now?”
And all you can do is nod as he smirks, because now, he holds the power over you, and you want him to take over you. Don’t want to think about anything, just do whatever he says. And he can see that, see you fully slipping into subspace.
He holds his dick in his hand, and as your mouth chases his tip, he slaps it against your cheek. All he does is laugh, because you just look so pathetic under him. Tits spilling out of your see through pink lace bra, eyes on the brink of tears, fists balled up in your lap because he won’t let you touch him.
He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail and slaps his dick against your other cheek as he says “tap my thigh twice in you wanna stop, okay?” and finally rubs his tip against your lips, parting them immediately as you engulf it in your mouth, sucking on it as if it’s a popsicle, swirling your tongue all around it, making him groan.
Slowly, he pushes his dick in inch by inch until it hits the back of your throat, and its laughable, because half of it still can’t be wrapped around your tiny mouth even though your jaw is doing gymnastics to accommodate half of him and he lets out a loud moan due to the insane pleasure it gives him. Since he won’t let you move yet, enjoying the feeling of cockwarming your mouth too much, you drag your tongue up and down, making him hiss.
Finally, he decides to fuck your throat, sliding your mouth up and down his dick as if your mouth is just a fleshlight for him to use, making your eyes roll back. He starts slow, as to ease you in; but is quick to fasten his pace to meet his needs. But you want to do more, so your hands reach up to play with his balls, and oh does it take him by surprise. All he can do while fucking your mouth is mumble sweet nothings, praising you, telling you how good you’re being letting him use you like this. And his words are working, because at this point your slick is running down your thighs and your cunt is in a desperate need of attention, as you grind it against the heel of your foot and when you look up to him, you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. His glasses lay low on his nose as his head is thrown back in pleasure and his hair is messy, sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; yet his hand is precise is controlling your mouth by your hair. His buff chest heaving desperate for air as his ears and cheek are a pretty shade of pink for you.
Suddenly he looks down to meet your eyes staring at him in lust, and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything hotter as he sees you grind against your foot pathetically all whilst he fucks your warm mouth. He can feel the vibration of your mouth as you moan around him, and he thinks he’s in heaven. You look so dirty, spit dribbling down your chin, pupils dilated and red with desire, tears streaming down your cheeks because of how deep he’s hitting it right now. He is just so close, but no way he doesn’t cum in your pussy today, so he pulls you off his dick as you welp, a string of spit connecting your lips to his tip.
“I’ll come in your mouth some other day baby, need to be in you right now.” He says responding to your cute pout as he pulls you up to sit on his lip, your legs on either side of his thigh once again.
His hands travel to your back to undo your bra in an instant as it’s thrown somewhere on the bed behind him. Immediately his mouth is attached to your hardened nipple as you let out a loud moaning, feeling his warm tongue on your cold skin.
“I’m so fucking sick of you parading around in this stupid excuse of a skirt that barely covers your ass y/n.” He says as his hands travel down and under your skirt, making contact with your dripping lace, running his fingers up and down. He can feel your slick on his own thighs.
“Oh? You’re already soaked, baby. But I haven’t even touched you yet, wanna tell me what got you so wet?” he says as he mocks you, still not taking his attention off your breasts, sucking them and marking them up with hickeys all around and all you can do is moan as you dig your nails into his back overwhelmed by the pleasure.
“You’re so sensitive, so responsive. I love it baby, so easy for me. Need you to answer me- what’s got you dripping?” he says as he finds your clothed clit, pressing hard against it over the lace.
He’s being so mean right you. The remnants of tears on your cheeks have barely dried up before you can feel yourself getting teary eyed already.
“You! Want you so bad channie! Been wet for you since you walked in the door.” You cry out desperately.
Finally, he stops teasing your covered pussy and pulls it to the side, inserting two of fingers with no warning making you scream out loud. He’s quick to press his thumb to your clit, flicking it as he pumps his fingers into you, all whilst he’s sucking on your tits. His pace is monstrous from the start, and he shows no signs of stopping as he continues to drive them in you, opening you up preparing you to take his big dick. All you can do is drop your head on his shoulder helplessly, taking what he gives you.
“Ah! So good Chan, so- so- fuck! Right there! Need you!” you say as he repeatedly hits your g-spot all while rubbing your clit.
You’ve lost all track of time. You’ve been so close to cumming ever since you saw him walk through your front door that even the slightest touch could get you to your high, and here Chan was, touching you right where you needed, enlightening all your senses.
“I’m about- gonna- gonna cum dino! Please, let me, oh- please let me cum!” you cry out loud, begging him as he pulls out his fingers in an instant and just like that you’re crying again, dropping your head in the crook of his neck.
“What, don’t cry baby.” He says, voice dripping with fake sympathy, because inside him he knows your tears turn him on even more. His hand reaches the small of your back as he caresses it, attempting to calm you down. “Want you to cum on my cock princess. Think you can do that, yeah? You promised you’d be a good girl for me.”
“I was- I was just so close.” You say timidly between your sniffles.
“It’s okay princess, I’ll make you cum real good on my cock.” He whispers, kissing you tenderly for the first time in the evening, and it makes your heart full, reminding you that in spite of everything, this is the same dino that you see in class every day, polite and sweet and beautiful; but you’re brought back to the present as he pulls away from you, shattering your illusion.
“You wanted my attention so bad y/n, you started it. So, you’re gonna take what you wanted- gonna have to ride me.” He says with a shit eating grin that just makes you so mad right now, but eager to give him what he asks for you get off your lap and begin to take off your skirt.
“Did I ask you to take it off? Still not behaving baby. Keep the skirt on; after all you made such a show of wearing them, wanna fuck you in it. Take off your panties.”
Once the pink garment is off, you sit on his lap again, as he slaps his dick against your poor swollen cunt, running his tip against your entrance.
“You know what to do right? It isn’t your first rodeo after all.” He says as he smiles.
God, he is so cocky. If you didn’t desperately need him in you, you would not put up with it for a second. (you would probably put up with it anyway)
You take his dick in your hand as you hover over it, your pussy clenching over nothing, begging to be filled by him as you insert the tip in him; and that alone is such a stretch for you, your legs might give up then and there. But you are anything but determined. Stubborn. Firm on proving yourself. So, you accept the stretch, stabilising yourself by placing one hand on his wide shoulder while you bottom out completely, burying himself into you in one go making him throw his head back and groan in pleasure as his hands reach out to hold your waist, not letting you escape his grasp.
Slowly but surely, you begin by grinding your hips against them, building up the tension as you try to maintain a steady pace; but dino doesn’t look amused, so you begin to move up and down on him, burying your freshly done nails into his shoulders. His hand moves down as you bounce on him, giving your ass a quick slap before finding it going under your skirt and rubbing your clit, making you gasp out.
“Fuck, lift up your skirt baby.” He says, and you comply- lifting up your skirt with one hand, whilst he continues to toy with your clit and you bounce up and down his dick, showing him the mess you both are making; and he loves it.
You’re so eager to please him, prove yourself to him as you continue to alternate between grinding and moving up and down; but the pleasure is SO overwhelming with his hand on your nub and you don’t think you can last. On top of that, you’ve been working so hard to maintain a steady pace for him, that your thighs are about to give out. And he sees that- sees your movement becoming sloppy and messy, your thighs shaking and your grip tightening on his shoulder.
“Tired, baby?”
Why is he such a tease. And why is he being so mean to you when he knows you’re totally spent. You think you’re going to cry for the third time in the night.
“You know, all you have to do is admit it. And I’ll take over. You know you want me to. I can make you feel so good baby, hit all the right spots and you don’t have to lift a finger.” He whispers in your ear before slapping your ass again as he lifts his hips to meet yours in a sharp thrust, showing you how much better he can make you feel.
“I- I- tired. I’m tired channie! Thighs hurt. P- please!” you say between hiccups as he keeps thrusting into you from beneath.
That’s all he needs to hear, before he’s flipping you on your back without taking himself out of you, pressing a kiss to your lips as he begins to actually fuck you. His hands roam all over you as if he’s trying to memorise every curve and dip. He’s thrusting into you with such a force your tits bounce back and forth with every drive of his hips into you while he mumbles pretty words in your ears.
“Pussy so good baby, absolutely squeezing me. Can’t believe you were letting those stupid guys have this while I was right there. Could’ve made you feel this good all this time. Fuck! Always wanted to bend you over the desk whenever you wore those stupid skirts to class. You know, everyone could see you baby. See how much needy you were. You’re probably just too much a slut to care, no?”
His mouth reaches down to bite your nipple, where you’re already so sensitive that you can’t help but cry out. You look so dumb for his cock right now, your nails are absolutely obliterating his back as your legs wrap around him not letting him go, a chant of his name leaving your lips with each of his movement. All you can hear is the sound of his balls slapping against you and your screams. You’re pretty sure you’ll get complaints from your neighbour tomorrow but who cares; he’s just too good. His thrusts get deeper yet sloppier as you feel him reach between your sweaty bodies and rub your clit in an attempt to get you closer.
“Fuck! Gonna cum baby. Are you close?”
“Yes! Channie fuck, love- love your dick so much! So big, need- I’m almost there!”
And that’s all the motivation he needs before he picks up his pace again, angling himself to hit you exactly at the spot that makes you scream, and before you know it, you feel tears streaming down your face again because of the overstimulation.
“Chan! Gonna cum! Please, please- fuck right there, please wanna cum!”
“Where do you want me princess?”
“In! In me, wanna feel you in me, fill me up! Please, need it in me!” you babble.
And that is all it takes for you to let go. Your eyes roll to the back of your head with a loud whine as your nails dig into him deeper, your back arching- the pleasure taking over you as you see stars in front of your eyes, screaming his name over and over again. It’s like you’re floating- because your body feels numb and completely spent. He feels you clenching so much around his cock as you cum, it’s like you’re milking him, before he’s filling you up full of him too, reaching his high, and he cannot stop. Even after you’re done, you’re still rhythmically squeezing him as he doesn’t stop coming in you. You feel him warm in you, and you honestly never want him to pull out, but unfortunately, he does- leaving you empty as his essence begins to spill out of you.
He gets between your legs, watching a mixture of your cum dripping out of you, admiring his work before he’s collecting it in his fingers, tracing your swollen sensitive centre as he comes up to you, and inserting his fingers in your mouth, while he kisses your tears. You can taste him and yourself on your tongue as you close your eyes, swirling your tongue around his fingers. The sight is so hot to him, his dick twitches against you once again before he’s pulling his fingers out and gently kissing you, as he leaves your bed to bring you a towel.
He lies besides you after he cleans you up as you turn you face each other.
“Sorry if I was so rough.” He says as you lay your head on his arm and run your hand through his hair.
“You were so good, I think I need to be a little bitchy again for you to put me in my place.” You say as you kiss him, smiling against his lips.

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S/o with (a lot of) tattoos – isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, kaiser, sae, rin, hiori, kunigami
afab!reader and age-up characters for all -18! I don't see them dating someone their age covered with tattoo lmao
Note: i think like, around 10 here bc I have over 20 tattoos but it's OK if you have a few, it works for everyone <3
m.list | rules
Isagi
Kinda impressed at first but get used to it quickly
Never get over it though
He would love it if you have colored one ! Especially blue
His friends already asked him how he pulled you
He's normally curious about it but wouldn't really come with you, only if you ask him to
He doesn't want to sew you suffer more, healing time is enough for him
There's time he just stares (respectfully)
But will get upset if someone else does the same
Not that he'd be mad when people let you know they find it pretty, but if they're not too pushy it's better
Bachira
Would love if you have colorful ones but he's not disappointed either if you don't
He's super curious and want you to explain it all to him
Iike yes tell him how different area are more painful or not, how ink are thicker than others and how you lived it
Draw around it or paint it if you let him
Love to see you coming with a new one !
He wants to touch it all the time
Loves it you've got one on the belly or hip
If you've got an animal or anything that can talk/makes some noise, he would make them talk
Nagi
He traces it a lot, he knows it by heart at some point
Kisses those on your neck or belly if you have some because he nuzzle himself there all the time
Finds so cool, he asks questions about it frequently even if it's just one
He prefers the black one
One night he did a tier list of it all
Discuss the whole process of getting a new one with you all the time and he's brutally honest if the design doesn't suits you
Loves the small, silliest one the most
Reo
He loves it sm, it's authentic, it's bold
He stares at you lovingly all the time
He's scared his parents will hate it and they did, they want him to leave you
You offer him space and liberty without meaning to, just by being you
He loves to learn more about it and comes with you every time he can !
He asks a thousand questions
He's very strict about hygiene and hates it that you touch it all the time with your dirty hands (it's not really dirty)
He wishes he could have a small one matching with you
Kaiser
He knows what it is but still amazed that you have so many
It's so interesting to talk about it with him, he likes to know what it is on places he doesn't know
He makes fun of your little ones but he loves it a lot
Trace it all the time and so do you, you sometimes go all the way up/down and it makes him laugh
No needs to day that he loves it, he likes to show you off
People find your account easily because of your tattoos
Likes to work in project with you and even send you flash that could be pretty on you or with your style
He's really invested into it
Asks for pictures AS SOON as you're done with a new
Comes with you when he can
Sae
Acts like he doesn't care much but stares at your body every given second
Answers before you when people ask you how many you have
He has his favorite obviously but tells you for time to time, when one pop out prettily with an outfit or on a pictures
Same as Kaiser, people find you easily thanks to that after a picture of you two on his insta's story
He's a big help when it comes to placements, he likes balance
Prefers black ones, except if you have a red one – he'll love it
He comes with you of you ask him to, after that he has a lot of questions he never really asked
He's really careful with you on healing time, it's like you're about to break
Kunigami
He loves it, thinks you're the coolest
You're really strong because in his mind it's really painful
Always tells how good you look with it
Loves it if you have big pieces !!
He loves to come with you or help you think a project through but his placements ideas aren't really good
Cleans your fresh tattoos for you if you're tired
He also reminds you to moisturize it if you do
He makes it talks if he can
Rin
Loves black one, period
Deep down he doesn't care much I think
Yes he's curious but he doesn't think much about it
You two look well together !!
He always has an eyes on you regarding that though
He listens to you for hours about it, push you to do the one you're waiting for years to do
He comes with you, give his opinion before and after
Keep you from scratching it, because you always do
He loves how it loom on picture though
Tells you to do aesthetic pictures as a joke (you end up doing it)
Hiori
Finds it really cool, even more if you're rather small for some reasons
He wouldn't dare do one at first but after meeting you he's considering it
Send you flash he'd love to see on you, even if it's not your style
Loves to know signification behind it, but he's not disappointed when there's none
Likes that you did some just because it was pretty
Sometimes forget you have a fresh tattoo and touches the exact place and then he's he's for the next 10min
Likes to grab the skin when there's some
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love begin again and barça boyz ❤️ plz i need a barça boyz asparents or coparenting plz plz plz 😭
Coparenting | Barca Boys
Summary: What is it like to coparent with them
A/N: I can't lie, I love this request 🥺❤️ also, thank you, Anon. I'm happy to know that you loved Begin Again.
Pedri

"Do you have your coloring book?" You ask, grabbing your son's backpack. He nods at your question. "What about your neon color pencils?"
"I have the draw I made for papi." He answers, showing you the drawing one more time.
You gran him, walking to the Gonzalez Lopez household. You text Rosy that you are outside, thar way you don't have to knock.
"Okay, mi amor." You put him down. "Listen to your dad, don't eat too much sugar and have fun."
He nods, giving you that smile that makes you think of Pedri. He was so much like Pedri. Even the way of talking, not only did he got the accent, but the expressions.
Rosy opens the door, greeting both of you. You share a quick hug with her. "Hola, guapo." She says, greeting the smiling boy.
"Mira abu," He says, showing her the drawing. "Para papi."
"It's so amazing! Your daddy is going to love it."
You kissed him one last time. "Have fun in Sevilla, amor." You say, sending him inside the house. "You guys are going to have fun this weekend." You smile at her.
Rosy hugs you. "We will." She says, taking the backpack from you. "Are you doing anything this weekend?"
You nod your head. "I'll go to the movies." You smile. "Oh, can you please give this to pedri? These are the tickets to the game our son has next month."
You considered yourself lucky, Pedri was coming out of the house with your kid on his arms.
"Mami!" You hear your baby yell. "Papi is getting me an ice cream."
"That so yummy, baby." You smile at him. "Hi, Pedri."
"Hola." He says, a very dry tone.
Rosy knows that if looks could kill, hers would kill her son. "Pedri, this is for you." She says, taking the envelope from your hands.
When Pedri found out about the baby, he was over the moon. You were his puppy love since school, first kiss, first time, first everything.
You also were his biggest fan, there was not one game day where you weren't ready to go support him.
To him, it was a big hit when you told him that it wasn't working anymore. You had a very hard postpartum time, as much as you tried to work on yourself, you couldn't.
You move out of his house, not wanting for him to be the one to leave, plus you don't need a five room house.
He offered to get you a house and to pay for everything you needed. He didn't wanted you to move back to Tenerife.
Once you got on your own feet, you told him to only take care of the baby. You didn't want to be a bother to him.
"What is this?" He asks, grabbing the envelope.
"The tickets for the game." You explain. "I texted you that I was going to bring them."
"Mhm" He humms, kissing his boy on the cheek. "Thanks. I'll be back, mom."
You move to the side, waving at your boy. You can't lie that it hurts you to see Pedri being so dry to you.
"I got tickets for both Fernandos and you, hope you can make it." You whisper, knowing your voice was going betray you. "Please, take care of him."
Rosy hugs you, she knows that you never wanted to hurt Pedri.
When Pedri came back home, his son was asleep on his arms. He was carrying two big bags that contained toys, as always he was the one spoiling him.
Rosy was waiting for him. Her husband and oldest son knew better than to be near when the bomb exploted on Pedri.
"We are back. Gosh, he's heavier by the day." Pedri laughs.
"Take him to his room and come back, we need to talk." His mother says, a very stern tone on her voice.
Pedri does as he's told, he doesn't want to mess with his mom. At least not when she's using that tone of voice.
He lays his boy down, turning the white noise machine that helps him sleep and closing the door with care.
"What are we having for dinner?" He asks.
Rosy knows she shouldn't, but she can't help to be involved in the middle.
"Pedro, you really need to start being a little more considerate with the way you talk to Y/n."
"Mom, not again." He scuffs. "Leave me and her to deal with this."
"I try, but I can't help it. You act as if you are bothered by her. Your son is young, and he doesn't notice this, but he will grow and see that you barely even acknowledge his mom. That's not okay."
"I try my best, okay?" He says, rolling his eyes. "Again, don't mind it, this is between us."
Rosy tries to answer back, but Pedri is already going upstairs to lay in bed with his kid.
You decide to play potato at home all weekend, turning on the match when the time hits. You might not be together, but you are still turning every single match he has.
The match was like a heart attack, a lot of emotions.
But the biggest emotion you had was when your phone began vibrating. It was Pedri requesting a FaceTime.
You don't think twice and press the green button. Your screening shows him and your son cheek to cheek, both with a big smile.
"Mami, we won."
You smile so hard your cheeks feel numb. "That so amazing!" You jump a little. "Tu papi es un campeón." You say. (Your daddy is a champion)
You don't notice it, but Pedri smile grows when you say that. "We are going to sleep as a celebration." Pedri says, laughing a little. "This one's curfew already passed like three hours ago."
"Today's allowed," you laugh, making him laugh.
You talk a little bit with your son and with Pedri as he bathes and changes your son to sleep. He tells you that the nanny of Lewas girls was the one who was going to be helping with your baby.
"Okay, time to sleep. I love you, amor. Please sleep." You say, pointing at your camera so your son could notice how serious you are.
"Adios, mami." He waves at you, sending you a kiss like you taught him.
"Thank you for calling me. I love you both."
"Love you too, mami." Pedri says, knowing it wasn't just because he had to answer back. "Very much."
Gavi

"Hey, drop it." You say to your daughter, who was taking her toys out of her already packed backpack. "You need to be ready to go to your dad's house."
"Papi let me play with my Barbie when he prepares my bag."
You roll your eyes, knowing that, of course, Gavi was letting her do whatever she wanted.
"Okay, I get it." You say, getting closer to her. "But mami really needs to go to class, so please don't do that right now." You begged.
She shrugs, taking the Barbie out and leaving the backpack alone. You roll your eyes, sometimes you do hate to be the strick one.
"Let's go." You say, grabbing her hand and backpack.
You were thankful that Pablo has training in the afternoon for the whole week. You sister was on finals week at school, so she needed to focus on her exams and couldn't help you with your daughter.
You didn't have much option but to ask Gavi to watch her while you go to class in the mornings. He was supposed to have her the late evenings and nights because of you taking that time to do homework and study.
"I love you very much." You say to her, giving her a kiss. "Please behave, doll."
"Te amo, mami." She smiles, hugging you.
You press Gavi's doorbell. Waiting for him to let you in.
"Mami, I'm hungry."
"I know, perdón I didn't give you breakfast." You pout. "Daddy told me he was making you something."
You hear the click of the door. Pablo opens it with a big smile on his face.
"Vente, muñeca." He says, making grabby hands to her. "I have your favorite cereal ready."
You want to ask, knowing that it was that same cereal you asked him not to buy. But you were a little too late for that.
"Thanks again, Pablo." You smile. "Doll, don't eat that much sugar." You warn her.
You ran to your class, leaving Gavi to be the responsable one.
"We have all day to ourselves." He says, giving his daughter a kiss on each cheek. "Want to watch a movie while we eat?"
She nodded, that was already their dinner tradition. Usually Pablo gets take out for her while he eats something plain like a salad or some nutritional stuff.
He enjoys spending time with his daughter, even when he doesn't even know what she's doing most of the time.
Part of him being the < Do whatever you want > type of dad, was that he finds himself busy with something else while his daughter entertains herself.
The other part is him just being a young dad. After all, he's 20.
Being a teen dad wasn't something he had in mind. His parents almost killed him, especially when they find out.
Even tho he is a very calm dad, who allows her to do a lot of things. You know that if you and him were together, you probably would be the same.
He grabs her hand, moving her to the play room he has for her. He sits down on the couch while she plays with her Barbie dolls.
He plays with her for a while, then watches a movie together. Feeling like the time went by perfectly.
"Papi, my friend likes barca too."
"Oh really?" He asks, smiling. "That girl has a very smart dad at home." He chuckles.
"Papi, my friend is a boy." She giggles.
Pablo raises an eyebrow. Sometimes he wonders if what she says is accurate, but lucky him, his daughter happens to be as well spoken as he was when he was a child.
That meant that when she said that she has a boy as a friend, she can't be mistaking the world.
"A boy? Tu no puedes tener amigos. Recuerda, los niños dan asco!" He frowns, not approving his baby girl having a boy around her. "Who is this boy?" (You can't have boy friends. Remember, boys are yucky)
"Mami has boy friends." She frowns too.
"Mami doesn't," He argues. "Plus, mommy is a grown-up. You are my baby, you can't have a boy as your friend."
"Auntie Aurora has." She argues back. She's definitely his daughter. "She kisses him. I want to kiss my boy friend too."
"No!" Pablo shouts. "That will make your teeth fall. You can't do that." He says, very strong tone.
It looks like all the stars aligned against him. His frown softens when he sees the tears on his daughter's eyes.
"Muñeca, no." He says, lifting her up. "I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to yell." He coos her in his arms.
Another sign for him to know that the luck wasn't on his side that morning was the doorbell.
He looks at his phone, time showing that it was, in fact, you the one ringing the doorbell. He can't help but feel like the one who's about to get yelled is him.
"Amor, mirame." He says, grabbing his daughter's face. "Papi didn't meant to yell, I'm sorry, doll." He kisses her face.
"No." She says, moving her face away from him. "I want mami."
His heart goes faster when he hears his phone, a text from you. Asking if he was home because you were outside.
"Amor, fine!" He says, desperately. "You can kiss all the boys you want, just stop crying."
But she won't reason, thanks to him she's scared to be even be near a boy. Fearing her teeth are going to be missing.
"The tooth fairy won't come if I kiss a boy." She cries even harder.
"Por la puta." Gavi whispers. "Muñeca, stop crying."
He can't keep hiding inside his home. You rang the doorbell again, making him frown. He leaves his girl on the coach, telling her to wait for him.
He rans downstairs, opening the door to you. "Hi, I thought you weren't here." You smile. "Where's our daughter?"
"That's the thing." He says out of breath. "I made her cry, and now she won't stop." He pouts. "Don't yell."
"Gavi!" You shout.
"Joder, don't yell." He shouts back. "I didn't mean to do it."
You shake your head, pushing him out of the way and walking inside the house. You already know she's in the play room.
"Amor, ven aqui." You say as soon as you see her. "What did you Daddy did to you?" You ask her, picking her up and hugging her.
"He says my tooth are falling." She cry into your neck.
You turn to the door, knowing Gavi is there.
"Teeth," He corrected, "And if it helps, she says that you have a lot of boy friends." He says, frowning. "Why?"
You open your mouth. "I don't." You fight back. "Did you make her cry about that?"
"No, she wanted to kiss a boy." He explains. "She can't do that until she's 40!"
"So you decide to yell and scare her?" You ask.
He looks at the floor, hearing his baby sob. "I didn't mean to." He whispers.
You soften your frown, you know that Gavi is young. He obviously is going to have this childish moments with her.
You have those moments with her. It's normal that you both do.
"Doll, you won't lose your teeth if you kiss a boy. What papi meant is that you are too young to do it, and you have to wait."
"Yes, wait till you are 40." Gavi whisper. "Amor, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to make you cry." He pouts. "Perdoname?"
Your now more calmed daughter looks at you, waiting for you to nod and to turn back to Gavi. "Go with papi." You smile, giving her a kiss.
"Te amo." He says, kissing her cheek. "But you can't kiss boys."
"Pablo!" You warn him.
Ferran

"Hi, Fer." You smile, opening the door.
"Why was our daughter outside?" He asks, mad expression on his face.
He has her on his arms, one hand grabbing the barca mini ball he gave her the day before.
"Oh, she was playing with Nelly." You explain. "Want some water?" You ask.
"Papi, down." Your daughter says.
He puts her down, giving her the ball. He closes the door and follows you to the kitchen. You hand him the glass of water.
"Gracias," He says. "You look beautiful." He smiles at you.
You smile back, knowing that he always says something like that. "I'm wearing a food stained shirt and joggers." You point at yourself. "I don't feel very beautiful."
"Well, you are." He smiles. "Now, care to answer my question?" He blinks a few times.
"I did. She was playing with Nelly, the neighbor's daughter."
"And I assume that Nelly's dad is the one who was playing with them." He says, a very deceptive tone. "Playing with her barca ball, that I got her, playing football with our daughter."
"Okay?" You say. "I feel like you are conflicted with that, care to explain?"
"Y/n, he's wearing a Madrid jersey." He says, the disgust in his tone was enough to make you roll your eyes. "And why is another dude playing football with my daughter? She's only allowed to play that with me!"
"Ferran, she was excited to show Mario her ball, and Nelly and her play every Wednesday."
"Who's Mario?" He raised an eyebrow. "Is he Nelly's dad?"
"Ferran, stop." You scuff. "Hey, Arantxa wants to get her into ballet, by the way." You say, walking over to your room.
"I need to shower. Please turn the oven off in fifteen minutes, and don't give her juice if she asks, I know you!"
Ferran took the opportunity to go to where his daughter is.
"Amor, come here." He says, opening his arms. "Is Mario your friend Nelly's dad?"
He knows it is crazy to ask his barely three year old daughter that question, but kids know a lot so he does.
She nods, smiling. "Nelly likes my ball."
"I'll get her one." He smiles. "What do you think about living closer to Auntie Arantxa?" He asks the little girl, getting closer to her and kissing her chubby cheek.
He lifts her, hugging her closer to him.
If he can say something about being a dad, is that he loves it. Having a girl is the best thing, he loves dressing up as a princess, with his tutu and his tiara.
He knows that he fucked up between you and him. Putting more effort into his work, spending less time at home, and the time he spent there was either on the gym or the sauna.
You got tired of begging him to just give you a day. Begging him for an hour of the day, to maybe help with his daughter, to be with you.
He got home tired, eating dinner and moving to the gym to tired himself even more. You try to ask him to be there for you, but he failed.
When you told him you were moving out, that you needed to put your child first. He felt betrayed.
He even fought you, calling you selfish for using your child as an excuse. Till this day, he regrets that.
You rented a two bedroom house. Perfect and small for you and your child. You work at the daycare your daughter goes to, so it's perfect. Your house is perfect for the two of you, and the location is even better for work.
Ferran tried to buy you a house, a big four bedroom home that was in the same neighborhood. You said no, angry at him and wanting to give him the space you thought he needed.
Now you notice that he spends more time at your house than anything. Barely even going back, just to check on his dogs and to play with them a little.
"Kiss." He says, making a duck lip to smooch his daughter. "Te amo." He smiles
"Te amo, papi."
You walk back into the kitchen after your very needed shower. Ferran was dancing to baby shark.
You smile at that, "I'm back." You announce. "Want to stay for dinner?"
"Obvio," He laughs. It was obvious you weren't getting him out of there until she was asleep. "Want some help?"
You shake your head, being able to prepare the plates while he dances with her.
"I'm getting her that cupra mini car that I saw on Instagram." He says to you, grabbing his plate and moving to the table. "We are going to match, amore."
"Can that stay at your house?" You ask. "Thanks to you, I don't have that much space anymore." You point at your very busy living room."
"About that," He whispers. "I got to tell you something." He says, scratching the back of his head.
"What did you do?" You narrow your eyes at him.
"Pedri told me it was a good idea." He excuses himself. "And the location is perfect. There's a big patio. Almost next to my sister."
"Ferran!" You sigh, not wanting to fight in front of your kid. "Why?"
"Because I miss you, and this place is so small. Sorry to say it." He lift his hands. "I fucked up, okay? I did! And now I get to see my daughter only after work, I'm dying."
He gets up, walking outside for a moment. You give him a few minutes, smiling at your daughter who's looking at you with curiosity.
"Don't kiss and tell, but Papi is not the smartest of them all." You whisper, making her laugh. "I'll be back, eat your dinner, mi amor."
He's taking his time, not wanting to go back while being this disappointed at himself.
"Ferran," You call him. "Can we talk?"
"What do I need to do to fix this?" He asks, desperate for an answer. "I want you guys back."
"Let's start by not buying anything before informing the other." You joke, making him chuckle. "I know this is an ugly situation for us, but we can't play bingo with our daughter. I need to make sure you changed because I don't feel like leaving again at midnight."
"You won't ever need that."
"Let's try to finish today. After she's in bed, we can talk." You say, grabbing his hand and walking inside. "Deal?" You ask, standing at the door.
"Deal." He smiles, taking a deep breath. "Can I sleep over?" He asks, trying his luck.
"No." You say, pulling him inside.
Fermin

"Do you want the blue shirt or the white one?" Fermin asks his son. "I like this one more, because that way we can match!"
"Bu," His son says, trying to say the word blue. "Bu, papi."
Fermin smiles, pulling the shirt over his head. "Look at you," He says, lifting him and walking over to the mirror. "We match!"
He was spending the evening with his son. You needed to study for this very important test that was taking place during the evening. He took the time to spend the whole day with him.
"I'm sending a picture to your Gammy." He smile. "Say hi, grandma." He smiles, snapping a picture of the two of them.
"Mamá." Your son says after the picture is taken.
Something Fermin knows is that he's not used to being away from you that much. He might go with an hour more than usual, maybe two even, but the whole day without you? No way.
"Mami is studying, buddy." Fermin explains. "That's why you and I are going to go get ice cream!"
Fermin loves to spend time with his son, it was the highlight of his day. Of his life better say. He enjoys it too much.
He feels bad that he doesn't get to spend as much time as he would want, mostly because he didn't share a house with you and because his job has kept him bussy.
"Mami." Your son pouts.
He wants you too, but sadly for him, he fucked up. So now he doesn't have you as he wanted.
"We can call her." He says, taking his phone and dialing your number.
You answer to FaceTime. Smiling when you see your baby's face. "Hola, mi vida."
"Mami, bu!" He claps.
"Blue!" You repeat. "Love that you are matching."
"We are going for ice cream." Fermin says, informing you of the plans. "Sorry to interrupt you, but he's a mama's boy and he can't live without you."
You pout. "I love you, amorcito." You smile. "As soon as I'm done with this, I'll go pick you up and we will cuddle while watching coco."
Fermin feels jealous, he wants to cuddle and watch coco too. He wants to be able to be there and spend time with the two of you.
You can describe Fermin as a perfect dad. Even when people say that there's not such a thing. Well, there is. Fermin López is that thing.
He helps whenever you need him to help, he stepped up when you need him to, he cleans, he cooks, he knows how to change diapers, he knows how to deal with a cold or the flue, he knows how to deal with tantrums.
He's the perfect dad.
But he wasn't the perfect boyfriend. That's where he failed, and you don't blame him, you weren't the perfect girlfriend either.
Your relationship ended before the baby came. You try your best to hide from Fermin that you were pregnant.
You were afraid that his career was going to suffer. You try your best to hide it from your friend in common.
The thing you forgot was that he knew where you lived, so when he came back to Sevilla for vacations, he went straight to your house.
You opened the door without checking who it was, big mistake you thought at the moment.
He asked the obvious question. "Is it mine?"
After that, he tried to do everything he could to be there for you. Even encourage you to move to Barcelona.
He got you a place to live, mostly because you didn't want to go back together, feeling that he wanted to do all this because of the baby.
He helps you money wise with the baby, even when you mention that your parents can help you and that you will be fine.
"Thank you, Papi." You smile at Fermin as soon as he is on frame. "I really can't do this without you." You pout, feeling emotional.
"I love you, mami." He smiles. "Go get that test done, we love you."
You send them a kiss, hanging up the call.
"Okay, amorcito." He says to his baby. "Want to go get ice cream?"
He smiles when the boy in his arms starts to clap his hands. "Yeah, let's go!"
The evening was all fun and laughs. He loves spending time with his little one. He makes sure to cook something for you.
Just in time, the doorbell rang. He takes his son from the safe mini sofa he bought for him. He walks to the door with him, making him laugh by asking him if he is ready yo eat.
"Hola!" You say, smiling at them. "Amor, ven acá." You grab the baby from his arms. "Hola, Fer." You smile, hugging him. "Sorry, I forgot the keys."
Yes, he gave you a copy of his house keys.
"I made dinner." He smiles, kissing your forehead. "Come here." He grabs your hand, walking with you inside.
"Did you have fun?" You ask your son. "Did papi and you have fun today? Did you eat a lot of ice cream?"
"Papi." He smiles, looking over at Fermin.
"Send a kiss to papi!" You say, excited to show Fermin what your baby learned. "Kiss, muak muak."
He does this thing, where he places his hand on his mouth and makes a kiss sound as he puts his hand away.
"Amor!" Fermin smiles happy. "Do that again." He does. You love to see the happy face and the big smile on Fermin's face. "One more time." He says.
"Muak." Your baby says, throwing a kiss at Fermin.
Fer loves having you over, he would love to have you living with him. Maybe in the future, you said once.
He can't wait for that to happen.
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Was just randomly thinking about it, how would you rank all the Disney Princess movies? Like from favorite to least favorite, numbered list, or like letter (A, B, C) tiers?

I hope it’s okay to talk about some of the placement reasons, we feel pretty passionate about this. Especially ones that are absolute favorites or might surprise others.
There is too much that has already been said about Beauty and the Beast. All I am going to say is that it’s one of my favorite movies, that I could watch over and over again. It’s also my favorite romance story in the franchise 👉👈
Little Mermaid also has been praised a lot too, so we will keep it brief. Ariel is my favorite Disney princess, because I love how flawed she is, and as a queer person I can relate to her relationship with her father with my own parents. This movie and Beauty and the Beast feel so queer to me, and we are glad that Howard Ashman’s influence and involvement were strong in them both.
Yes I put Cinderella 3 at Godtier I love this movie sm, and we know it didn’t need to exist, but we are glad someone made their Cinderella fanfic a reality. It breathes more characters into the prince (he’s the best Disney prince I will die on that hill), her step sister Anastasia, and even the king. Her step mom is even more of a threat in this movie too. Also this movie looks really good for just being direct to DVD. This movie also pokes fun of its classic fairytale ways, but in a more charming way like Enchanted does.
Sleeping Beauty is very high because this movie is fucking gorgeous, *eats all the bg art up* I also love how petty and bitchy Maleficent is. Also love that the movies real heroines are the three fairies, and you don’t get much movies were three older women get to be the protagonists.
In our opinion we like Frozen 2 better than one. We just like the settings and atmosphere more. We like some songs more too, like Into the Unknown and Show Yourself. I’m a simple queer person with the mental illness, so we really relate to Elsa, so we like that she has more focus in this film. Still this movie is kinda of double edged sword because some side characters like Kristoff and Olaf are actually so annoying in this movie, I never thought much of these characters before, but now I despise them. Also they took out some things that would have made this movie so much better, like a romantic song between Kristoff and Anna that honestly makes their relationship more endearing. Also the fucking castle would have been destroyed in the end, making this tale of colonialism much more symbolic. They weren’t brave enough to do that tho, or who knows higher ups probably didn’t like the idea.
Speaking of what might have been, I wish men didn’t meddle and take over a woman’s vision when it comes to Brave. It’s another movie were we feel in our opinion it could have been better than what we got.
I’m not gonna say much about Pocahontas, because it’s not really our place. We will just say as a child it never was a favorite of ours. I don’t like how the human characters look, a lot of the characters are weak too, the villian is so lame. The only positives I can say some of the music can be amazing, some of the visuals are gorgeous, and I like the animal companions. However both films especially the 2nd make me like 😬
Oh I almost forget Aladdin is not here, because I feel like I need to rewatch it again to see where we would place it. To be fair it doesn’t feel like a Disney Princess movie anyways, since Aladdin gets more focus than Jasmine. There are also some Disney sequels we have not seen that are not here.
#disney#disney princess#disney prinesses#thanks for sending this question it was so much fun to answer#asks
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If Spock and Jim merged into one being (no euphemism here lol) like Tuvix, what do you think the personality of the new being would be like? What impact do you think that would have had on the lives of both of them after they separated again? I love your headcanons, thanks for the answers!
thanks for the question!! <3
Hmmm... I think they would work pretty well as one being, actually. I'm thinking about all of those quotes from Roddenberry about how Kirk and Spock were supposed to represent two halves of a whole person, so I have to assume that they would be quite content. Though, disclaimer as I continue: I have not yet seen any of Voyager - there might be aspects of Tuvix's combination that I don't take into account because I don't know they exist. If so, uh, sorry. My bad.
For the sake of avoiding confusion, I'll call the merge Kirok (after the name Kirk chose when he lost his memories in The Paradise Syndrome). (Also, I fear that calling him "Kock" would have... deleterious effects on the readability of this post... for no reason at all...)
I do think that Kirok would, overall, have the best parts of Kirk and Spock. Combined, they are tactically fearsome. With Kirk's intuition and understanding of people and Spock's knowledge of statistics and science, Kirok is brilliant. However, I do think that Kirok would be a worse captain in practice than if Kirk and Spock simply had a mental bond. Part of the brilliance of Kirk and Spock as a command team is that, while they very much respect one another and take the other's opinion into account, they do also. regularly ignore each other's advice. And this is usually to their benefit! They each take risks that the other wouldn't, and, often, it saves them (in part because they always back each other up, even when doing things they don't agree with. Spock will be like "this is unwise" and Kirk will say "maybe, but I'm doing it anyways" and Spock will just... go with it.). But, if they were one person, I think that impulsiveness would be tempered. The Kirk part would have a brilliant idea, the Spock part would say "wait, there is too much risk, we can make a better plan," and then Kirok would lose his chance to act. When they're separate people Spock is ride-or-die for all of Kirk's decisions, but when they're one person, the Spock half won't always allow those decisions to be made at all (and also won't necessarily be able to tell when he does need to rein things in a bit). (Also Kirk and Spock both tend to be reckless, and then rely on the other to save them - as Kirok, who would back him up when he needed it? Bones would, but he's a medical officer. He simply can't do everything they would have. And, no matter how good of a first officer Kirok got (probably Sulu?), they couldn't be that good.)
I also think that Kirok wouldn't be quite as at ease with his position on the ship as Spock and Kirk individually were. The Spock part of him loves science far too much to just abandon it. He wants to spend time in the labs! He wants to make discoveries! Likewise the Kirk part of him can't truly be anything but a Captain. So, Kirok stays a captain, but he's less passionate about it (or, rather, more passionate about things that aren't it). This doesn't actually affect Kirok's satisfaction - it just affects his performance and relationships with others. He might spend off-duty time working on science experiments (which he can no longer do during shift, due to captaining) and neglect forming bonds with his crew, and he might place more focus than usual on scientific discovery missions.
As for the crew... Well, it's not as weird of a change as they expected. As expected, Kirok is less outwardly friendly than Kirk, and more outwardly friendly than Spock, but he's - cohesive. He still feels like their commanding officers. His humor tends to be a bit drier than Kirk's was, but he's a very compassionate and reasonable captain. (Tbh I tend to think that Kirk is actually more of a hardass than Spock (people just assume Spock is worse due to being Vulcan), so some crewmembers are surprised when Kirok is more lenient about certain things than Kirk would have been. Not lenient about cruelty or anything genuinely important to the safety of the ship, but about other things.) But, he's still not as good at making personal connections as Kirk was, and he's still inclined to spend too much time in the labs, so things aren't perfect.
Really, I think that the person having the worst time of things would be Bones, lmao. He'd have to deal with his Best Friend suddenly being the same person as The Guy He Affectionately Antagonizes (totally not a friend no how could you even think that). I think he'd be more lost than anyone else about how to address Kirok. Is this Kirk, his old friend, who he can be truly comfortable with, or is this Spock, who he snipes at and who snipes at him in turn? Who can he turn to, when the man he normally approaches for comfort is now the same being as one he doesn't want to seem too weak in front of? Does he turn to anyone else, in the meantime, or does he weather it alone?
Kirok himself, though, is actually pretty okay with the change. The different parts of himself simply - mesh well together. It's very satisfying for him, if not for his career and those around him. There's some minor bits of tension, especially regarding changes in biology and telepathic status, but, for the most part, he's doing well. The things you might expect to be major points of tension somehow... aren't. They compromise remarkably easily. (No meat, yes logic, no emotional suppression, yes casual touching, no casual relationships, yes meditation, etc.) And the Kirk and Spock parts of him both enjoy the closeness, the sense of knowing they now have for one another. They're one person, and know themself completely as they've always longed to know each other completely. (he does miss playing chess against someone who could beat him, though!)
Now, because I am Spirk-brained, I also think there's potential for Kirok to have Very Confused Feelings about discovering that the two parts of himself each had secret feelings for the other prior to the merge. There could be this odd sense of loss - like, yes, they are now technically one with one another, but they also completely missed out on their shot at a romantic relationship. They mourn what they could have had. The Spock part, especially, mourns the potentially for a telepathic bond (because with how smoothly they've integrated with one another, it surely would have been a strong one). So, as much as Kirok does enjoy existing as Kirok, I think he might be more willing to attempt separating back into two parts than I believe Tuvix was.
And, when they're two separate people again, they both feel like they're missing some part of themself, even once they've begun their new romantic relationship - but quickly discover that a mental link between them fills that hole. (And then, of course, because they are hopeless and in love, the "medicinal mental link" very quickly just becomes a marriage bond. They're like "well, we've already been one person and liked that well enough... a marriage bond is hardly anything different!" To Spock's endless pleasure, they are highly compatible and have a remarkably strong bond.) The mental link also allows them to have the same quick reaction times and combined brilliance of Kirok without the negative side effects of their own individual strengths being tempered. (they're also like. annoyingly codependent for a bit after Kirok's separation. oh boy are they always touching. "it gives them emotional security." bones looks at them in disgust (he loves it).)
Or, if we wanted to be McSpirk-brained... I'm enjoying the imagery of Kirok (who both had crushes on Bones as well as on one another) just directing all of that missed romantic potential onto Bones, who is... like, he's not not into it (Kirk was hot, Spock was hot, ergo Kirok is hot), but he also misses and loved his Original friends, and so he is very torn between accepting Kirok's advances and trying to find a way to split them apart again. (Flustered Bones, flustered Bones!! I do love flustered Bones!! He is blushing and stammering and having multiple ethical crises all at once. They never covered this in Starfleet Medical...) He also doesn't quite know whether Kirok's feelings truly belonged to both Kirk and Spock or not, and doesn't think that Kirk or Spock would truly act on it if they were in their normal state, so a small selfish part of him wonders if that's the only chance he has to be with them (even if it's not quite the same 'them' he fell in love with). And then, of course, there's the fear that trying to get back the original Kirk and Spock will actually just kill them! Yeah, poor Bones has a rough time of things. But, when everything is fixed, he does still wind up getting two boyfriends out of it. It all works out in the end?
#certainly everybody on tumblr is very mature and would not at all get a giggle about reading a post about a character named “Kock” (joking)#if you Don't go the mcspirk route i think bones should get to bond with scotty during the ordeal for a little scones time#bones is having a terrible time but! he gets a hug from scotty about it. worth it? maybe!#this got real long again lmao i am so sorry#star trek#star trek tos#tos#james t kirk#jim kirk#spock#tos spock#bones mccoy#spirk#mcspirk#long#meta#ask#ask answered#this is one of those questions where i suspect i could easily come up with multiple completely different answers which still feel right#like there's a lot of different ways to go about it. this is the one i chose this time but in 2 years my answer may be worlds away!#idk. it's a neat question!#also thank you so much for always sending me funky questions to think about!!! they're very fun to answer!!
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1 and 19 for the ask game?
1. the last sentence you wrote
Ahhh I'm not sure what the actual full sentence is since I tend to make a bunch of disjointed notes, but it might have been "They both have bled plenty for John's sake, but somehow Kaz always has it much worse." which I actually rewrote just now as I was typing this out because it was pissing me off that it rhymed (it was a Big Boss/much worse combo)
19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic
Maybe it's not THAT interesting but I read about Las Vegas strip and casinos a bit for an ocelhira fic chapter, specifically about Stardust Hotel. I really like their sign, it's really pretty, and they had a real moon rock you could take a look at there at the time it takes place :D also its founder's last name was also Miller which Ocelot has a quip about because he's the trivia nerd. I watched videos on poker (Texas Hold'em specifically) for the same reason too since I didn't know how to play it, and it comes up like twice before other stuff starts to go down.
Don't know if it counts as research but I watched 1971 western McCabe & Mrs. Miller solely because of the name so I could make a very subtle reference to it, in the same chapter. It took me so fucking long to finish writing it because I was procrastinating and not wanting to untangle all of this info. The main character's love interest is naturally Mrs. Miller and she did remind me of Kaz a bit. Ocelot uses McCabe's last name as a fake one, and the character's first actual name in the movie is John, which is. a plain name idk what else to say here. they play poker in the opening scene there too.
I DID try to understand how to fly a Huey, the helicopter model that Kaz can pilot for another chapter of the same fic (and whether or not you can do it with one hand which. I am still not sure about but I think that's what the second pilot is for so it's fine). I watched a few videos with bodycams of pilots flying them, mainly just the beginning bit with how to start it. Their official name is Bell UH-1 Iroquois, and the machine guns on them are nicknamed Cobras, which is pretty funny. I am yet to be done with this chapter, but I don't think I can write the trivia into it this time, maybe I'll leave it in the notes.
#you're always sending me ask game questions thank you so much ^_^#I don't think I've done much research for fics before mgs ones#it's really fun but I have to sit down and mentally prepare myself to be looking at stuff for a few hours#and likely taking notes. and it's hard to organize myself like that for me#faksyan answers stuff#ask game#faksyan writes
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8! ✨💖
celeste 💕 almost didn't recognize you because of your url lmao, i love it!!!!
8 - do you collect anything? if so, what?
i am literally incapable of throwing things away so throughout the years i've collected pretty much everything you could think of. did have to throw away most of my trash (as my mom called it) when we moved a few years ago, though :( now i just collect pretty books that i never actually read <3 also cd's!!! my collection isn't that big yet and i don't even have a cd player in my room but they are my pride and joy
#nessask#this was so much fun thank you guys for all the questions <3#but now i am falling asleep so if anyone sends any more i'll have to answer tomorrow heh#celeste
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alright, so this is a question about netflix series which i've recently watched and now i'm suffering from asoue brainrot. there is an obscure moment in the penultimate peril (s3ep6) where frank locks olaf in the closet before the trial, and just as frank is about to close the door, olaf says, "one last thing", as if intending to say something. what do you think he wanted to add? is it something that is maybe more clear in the books?
OKAY so after rewatching that scene (several times) and rereading the corresponding scene in the book, I now feel at least partially equipped to answer this question! (But please bear with me because my research did send me on a bit of a tangent)
So first off, I don't think dealing with the book scene will be of too much help here (although not entirely unhelpful, either), because, as much as I love the netflix adaptation—and I do wholeheartedly adore it—it changes so much that the comparable scene is functionally unrecognisable in several key aspects. The main one being the lack of hostility towards to Baudelaires—Olaf is solidly isolated and supposedly running out of options at this point in the show, whereas his mentality in the books is entirely different because things appear to be going much more his way. He has a crowd at his back and the Baudelaires are seen as far more guilty, which doesn't really translate into the show!verse at all.
So, if we're looking at the show from a more isolated standpoint, I had to consider the possibility that it was a deliberate "what if" moment, without having anything else planned to say, purely for the purpose of getting in the Baudelaires' heads. However, I do feel like the most likely answer is that Olaf did in fact believe he would be heard out, so that's what we'll be assuming from here on out.
The fact that the Denouement in question calls him "buddy" and yet treats him roughly could have made him believe that this is Ernest playing the long con—pretending to be an ally to the others because they were outnumbered at the time, or simply for his own ends. However, he could also genuinely believe that it's Frank, and that he'd be heard out because it's the "noble" thing to do—VFD and the general society in the snicketverse is routinely governed by politeness over logic, and so cutting him off is simply impolite, so he may have believed he'd be able to talk his way out of being locked up. The use of "buddy" could be a generic, positive moniker used by Frank, or a genuine sentiment expressed by Ernest; the rough shake of his arm could be simply how Ernest behaves on any given day, or genuine righteous anger from Frank—just as it's impossible for us as the audience to be sure, Olaf has to try and figure this out in mere moments.
Regardless of what he thought would happen or who he thought he was talking to, though, I have to believe that whatever he was going to say would have been targeted more at the Baudelaires than the Denouement currently getting in his way, so it would likely have been an extension of what he'd already said, and what he'd go on to say at key moments for the remainder of the series—another attack on the Baudelaire parents, a critique of VFD's intentions, or something equally ambiguous to sow the seeds of mistrust in the minds of the children. Despite his general demeanour, he is actually a terrifyingly capable villain, and the human embodiment of the "either I'm god, or truth is relative" soundbite. If he's allowed to talk for long enough, he can convince just about anyone of anything (which is exactly what happens when he takes the stand during the trial), and I wouldn't be surprised if he was expecting to be allowed to run his mouth until both the adults are on his side.
What I think is a very interesting point to consider, though, is one useful comparison from the books—the number of the room he's sent to. As we all know, the rooms in the Hotel Denouement are arranged according to the Dewey Decimal System, and people are categorised above just as the records are categorised below. In the book, the Baudelaires are confined to room 121, and Olaf is locked in room 165 to await their trial. In the Dewey Decimal System, 121 refers to Epistemology—the theory of knowledge. A quote taken from the wikipedia page for epistemology reads:
Epistemology asks questions such as: "What is knowledge?", "How is knowledge acquired?", and "What do people know?"
Having the Baudelaires placed here shows that they aren't sure what people know about them, or what will be revealed at the trial, or what will happen to them (as clearly illustrated by the their conversation at the end of chapter ten). Olaf, however, is placed in room 165: Fallacies and Sources of Error. This could imply that he's in the wrong, but perhaps more likely foreshadows that other people are wrong about him. He will not go to prison, he will not be convicted, and, perhaps most crucially, he is not as completely evil as the Baudelaires believe. He has done terrible things, and he is a terrible person, but—as discussed during The End—they are wrong about the most crucial of his evil deeds (to them). Because he didn't kill their parents. He represents everything that VFD pretends it isn't, but at this point the Baudelaires believe (and have been told) that he is the complete antithesis of what the Volunteers represent—and so, he is categorised as a source of error.
However, in the show, both parties are placed in entirely different rooms, and therefore entirely different categorisations. The Baudelaires are placed in room 342: Constitutional and Administitive Law. This is a choice I absolutely adore, because at this point in the narrative they are quite literally trapped in bureaucracy. They fail because the system is rigged, and they are literally imprisoned by the law—not in the sense that they have already been convicted, but in the sense that they will be no matter what they do. If they stay, the High Court will pronounce them guilty. But, when they run, they're supposedly only proving their own guilt—damned if they don't, and damned if they do.
Olaf's is perhaps the more interesting change, though, because he's no longer seen as a source of error—despite the claims he makes about the Baudelaire parents and VFD immediately before being locked up (once again implying that he isn't lying to them, just using convenient truths). And it carries through to the trial, because he uses the truth (albeit a very deliberately and pointedly edited version) to make the Baudelaires seem just as guilty as he is. In the show, he's placed in room 170: Ethics (moral philosophy). And he is given the chance to talk at the trial, and talk he does. He twists the truth, spins it so that the Baudelaires seem guilty, but that is the exact point of moral debate! He trolley-problemed his way into screwing with the Baudelaires' heads, not because he needed to (he knew he was never getting convicted, because he knew who was on the High Court), but to prove a goddamn point. Yes, he's done terrible things, but did anyone think to ask him why? Of course, to us, the reader, the viewer, the third party observer, it doesn't matter. Because at a certain point, actions speak for themselves. Reasons can explain, but not necessarily excuse—that is the reasonable stance to take, and no matter his reasons, the explanation will never be an excuse for him.
But he's an actor. That's why Klaus calls him up to the stand in the trial, because he knows he'll want to talk in front of an audience, and can't imagine any way he wouldn't incriminate himself. And despite the Baudelaires' personal opinions of his ability, we've seen time and time again that he must be a good actor, because people always believe his performances. And as any good actor could tell you, it's crucial to be able to read your audience. If you want the best reaction, then you need to work out, as quickly as humanly possible, how they'll respond, and play up or tone down your performance accordingly. And he's spent so much time with VFD, with the Baudelaires, that he knows just what to say. He knows that, regardless of their reasons, they will feel guilty—in both the book and the show, they question if they're not just as bad as him! They did what they did to survive, and they genuinely worry that they're the same as the murderous, fortune-hungry beast that's been hunting them through their grief and fear. And he knows that. He wants to get in their heads, maybe just for fun, but mostly to get them to come to him. And the worst part is that it bloody works! They end up escaping with him, burning the hotel and potentially letting him out into the world, turning away from the good-hearted people trying to help them because if they can't trust anyone to be on their side, at least they can trust him not to be.
All this to say that, looking at his character, the writing of the show and the way the events unfold, while I can't give you a verbatim quote of what I think he would have said, I will say this: I wholeheartedly believe it would have been a short, targeted line to the Baudelaires, attacking them, their belief system, their very moral character. Because he didn't know he'd be allowed to speak at the trial—remember, it was only Klaus' fear and paranoia that put him on the stand in the first place—and as far as he knew, that could have been his last chance to ensure they'd come to him. He wasn't sure his previous words had been enough, and we all know he has a flair for the dramatic. Think back to one of the most chilling moments of the entire series, both in the book and show, at the end of the Bad Beginning. When the lights go out and he makes his escape, the Baudelaires would have still lived in fear of him, knowing he was on the loose, but that wasn't enough. He risked capture, risked losing his window of escape, all to torment Violet one last time; to plant that final seed of paranoia and fear into her mind, to whisper threats in the dark. And I have no doubt that, had he been given the chance, that is precisely what he would have done here.
By cutting him off, the Denouement gave the Baudelaires hope; hope that it might be different, hope that people wouldn't listen to him this time. But after all they'd been through, they couldn't risk not letting him talk—everyone always listens to him, in the end, and they had to make sure that everyone would finally believe them instead. And that very act of cutting him off, of not letting him give that final threat, is perhaps what sealed their fates. If Olaf's threat was fresh in their minds, they might have been too fearful to address him. If, like in the books, he'd eluded to his acquaintance with the High Court, they might have known what would happen. But he didn't get the chance, and neither did they.
#very fascinating dialogue#count olaf#asoue#asoue analysis#the penultimate peril#Various Fastidious Dissections#also THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS#had so much fun thinking about it#got a little bit sidetracked#but i hope this at least somewhat answers your question!!#please feel free to send another ask if it doesn't#or for anything else#i've missed dissecting this series#also hello! welcome to the brainrot!!#a queue of unfortunate events
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Hii! I just learned how to do crochet and thought If I gave shanks a puppet of him with a raggable arm and added a hand seaking puppet would he laugh at it or be offended 😭
Sorry for my english, i love your blog❤️
Hello!! :"D Bby your English is beautiful but even if it wasn't it wouldn't matter at all, we're all just here having fun ❤️
For your ask tho:
Shanks is a funny jokey guy, he has a lovely sense of humor imo and he tends to kind of deflect more serious discussions around himself or situations with humor. I think he'd get a kick out of it tbh "Finally SOMEONE willing to lend me a hand around here 🙄🤣"
It's a serious injury, of course, and the circumstances surrounding it are both sentimental and important for Shanks, but as long as your jokes are goodnatured I don't think he'd ever be bothered by them tbh. You handmade him a gift, didn't try to shy away from him being an amputee, and were willing to play with him about it, and he'd love that aspect of it too.
Do be prepared for him to bring out Mini Shanks any time he's minorly annoyed you or is in the mood to be silly though, full stop puppet shows with a goofy version of his voice included. <3
#av answers#ask#anonymous#OP#Shanks#thank you for sending in your question!!!#I have so much fun with these
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Joey for the meme?
I'm so happy I get to talk about my boy so much today!! Thank you for sending this in! Ok this is going to be a long one!
Answers for 3, 5 and 11 are here and answers for 7 and 13 are here
1. What Pokemon would you compare this character to?
Part of me wants to say Charizard and it's mostly because I'm thinking of Ash's Charizard and it's attitude. Also the shiny Charizard is Black and Red, like come on.
2. "McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!" "We have food at home." or *pulls into the drive through as children cheer, orders a single black coffee and leaves* ?
Oh Jou is 100% MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!
4. What movie(s) do you think this character wouldn't be able to stand?
Obviously, scary movies. But, to get into specifics...I think slasher movies he would care for but he would be less unwilling to watch them. I think the ones he absolutely hates to watch and at times flay out refuse would be more haunted house, ghost, demon possession ones. Especially, if they do any of that based on a true story. It would get to him too much. Which considering who his best friend is, this is honestly hilarious to me. "Based on a true story! This girl touched a BOX and got possessed by an ancient demon?!?! What the hell!!! That's terrifying! How is this a true story?! Can you imagine just going to some place and touching a box and suddenly you just wake up covered in blood?!?!" Yugi and Bakura both just stare at him like no, Jou. I could never imagine that.
6. What part of themself might they resent?
He resents who he used to be for awhile. He used to hate himself and the things he has done to others. I think that is something that would tend to bother him a bit. I'm also thinking if he has a record and how it may cause difficulties for jobs in the future and how he may come back to being upset at himself for his past mistakes and gang life. Though, I do think things get better for him and I also think he grows to forgive himself.
8. What character foils / parallels do you find most intriguing from canon regarding this character?
I have always found the character foil/parallel with him and Kaiba to be really interesting. They are put into so many similar situations throughout their lives but their reactions are so different. I could write more here but this one could be an essay honestly.
9. What does this character find inspiring?
His loved ones. He finds Yugi's kindness inspring and Shizuka's bravery. He wants to be a better person because of them.
10. If this character wanted to cheer up someone they cared about, what do you think they'd do?
Thinking specifically of him yelling at Atem in the puzzle to cheer up right now.
Honestly I think it depends on the person and the situation. I think at times he'd do silly things and try to make them smile but, we also have moments when he gives his speeches too. During those he doesn't act silly, many times he's looking directly at them, on their level and talks about how great he thinks they are. How he knows, because he's been there, that even when things looks dark that it'll be ok and it'll get better. We also have moments when hes just there for the person, like with Honda and getting rejected by Miho, and he just offers to get them food and just kind of be there for them. Honestly Jou, when he realizes someone is upset, really tries hard to fix it and seems to be fairly good at it.
12. What's a moment in canon regarding them that you feel is underappreciated?
This one is a little harder because it's one of those things where honestly it's probably more based on maybe not seeing it as much but, I feel like Jou winning against Ghost Kozuka should be appreciated more. That was the first time he was truly on his own, in an absolutely terrifying place for him. I feel like even though he beat Ryuzaki on his own and that was a great moment, beating Kozuka was a huge turning point for him and how he viewed himself and dueling.
14. "Can I copy your homework?" "I'll help you with it!" "Yeah sure" "bold of you to assume i did the homework" "lol nope" "wait we had homework????" or *Read 5:55 PM*
Oh he is definitely "Wait we had homework???" With a little bit of "bold of you to assume I did the homework" because like he knows that it would be honestly hilarious for someone to ask him of all people to copy his homework. He has like 3 jobs and adhd , you really think he's out here doing homework? Much less realizing there is homework. Though, just imagine if one day Anzu is digging through her things and realizes she forgot her homework and Jou just slides a paper over and shrugs like "eh, I never turn it in anyway. Another missed assignment is no big deal." And part of her is so thankful and the other part of her is like....there's not a single correct answer on this paper. Somehow turning this in would be worse than just admitting I forgot it.
#it was so much fun answering all the questions for Jou!!!!#thank you for sending my boy in!#jounouchi katsuya#ask meme#also theres too much up there im not proofreading anything so#apologies in advance for typos or anything else that doesnt make sense
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YAY oh my gosh thank you so much for indulging me in the AO3 Wrapped [Reader Edition] ask game situation! I LOVE any and all ask game situations and this one is extra fun because I get to chat about the fun fics I've read this year by so many talented people! If anyone else wants to send any other asks the list can be found here.
6. What's your absolute favorite works you read this year?
Aw man asking the hard questions! There have been so many fics I've enjoyed this year! I reread Poses by @vinylandcoffeecollection multiple times this year because it is my all time favorite / comfort fic! I've also really enjoyed everything @lookedlikethebins, @sundrownsthehouse and @0ceanxey3s have written!
24. Where do you read the most?
On my phone curled up on my couch with a fluffy blanket that my friend got me for Christmas two years ago that has horses that look like Pop on it 😂
30. Biggest surprise for you as a reader this year?
Hmmmm another hard one! I'm not sure if this means biggest surprise in a fic I've read or biggest surprise in general and I absolutely over think everything so I'm answering it as a more general thing. I've been really surprised but how small this fandom can feel sometimes. Everyone that is writing for the fandom is so incredibly talented and for the most part so incredibly kind - I've just been surprised there aren't more of us!
Thank you so much for sending in this ask and for (hopefully!) reading my fic! I really appreciate the support and am so grateful that people are willing to take the time to send me fun asks like this! Thank you so much and I hope you have a FANTASTIC rest of your day / night!
❤️Ally
#allylikethecat#ask ally#anon ask#fanfiction#matty fic#keep it kind#AO3 Wrapped [Reader Edition]#questions#answers#ao3 wrapped#ao3 wrapped reader edition#thank you so much for sending this in!#these are so fun!
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Soo I went down the rabbit hole on your SD Natsuo and now I'm just obsessed.😅😅 Let me just say that I looove SD Natsuo! I have a question though....does Shouto have/gains any feelings for the Reader? I mean he is basically her diary for Touya-nii's/Natsuo's bs so does he gain any romantic feelings for the reader and if so.....would he ever act on it?? And if he would....how would Natsuo and Touya-nii react to it?
Again I absolutely looove your work! 😍😍
aw thank you so much anon!!! <33 i’m so happy you like him hehehe (´∀`)♡ oooh this is SUCH a great question, i love it!!!
tw: toxic relationships, infidelity kinda
does shouto have any feelings for reader?
yes! he does! they aren’t anything super serious—like, he isn’t heartbroken over her or pining over her or in some sort of desperate love with her, but he absolutely feels romantic + sexual attraction toward her.
would he ever act on it?
he definitely does, although he isn’t as forward (or stark) as touya is. shouto is almost, in a way, subtly manipulative with his affections; kinda tricks reader into thinking it’s something she wants or is doing (whereas touya just takes without asking in any way at all, without any buttering up, melting n softening, or finessing. to touya, it is more fun to take by force and watch her face screw up in disgust or hear that indignant squeal that catches in her throat, sticky and squeaky). shouto mostly steals little kisses and soft touches—small things that he’s sure natsuo won’t necessarily miss.
how would natsuo + touya react?
natsuo doesn’t mind as long as it stays limited to just sweet lil kisses and cute lil touches (hand-holding, hugging, sitting on his lap, cuddling, walking arm n arm); fairly innocent stuff. if shouto wants to take it any further than that, he knows he needs to get natsuo’s explicit permission, and that’s fine with him. he definitely feels guilty wanting any more than what he already takes—both for his brother (he knows how much natsuo loves reader/how possessive he is over her, and although shouto knows about 80% of the time natsuo will share with him if he asks, he doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries or upset his brother, or take advantage of the doting and love natsuo has for shouto being the baby of the family and all that), and for reader (he doesn’t like putting her in that position and using her like a Todoroki Toy just passed around between the three of them)—so it’s very rare that he’ll push natsuo for anything other than hugs n kisses, but it does happen on seldom occasion. in those instances, he usually likes to frame it as something along the lines of comfort; touya was especially mean today, and poor little reader is so upset, and her sweet Daddy is so busy and nowhere to be found, and please, nii-san? let me make her feel better, let me take her mind off of it, yeah? promise i’ll be real gentle <3 (shouto likes to tell himself that he isn’t as scummy as his older brothers, but he is, just in a more manipulative and less straightforward way). touya, on the other hand, fucking hates that shouto’s allowed to touch her at all. he can’t wrap his head around why natsuo permits such a thing in the first place; it’s entirely inconceivable to him. the thought doesn’t only inspire sharp flashes of scalding anger, but a pervasive, inexplicable, and unfamiliar feeling of being upset, too, which is even more irritating, since touya can’t figure out—or, more appropriately, won’t admit to—why he’s feeling such a way, why shouto in particular makes him feel in such a way (it’s because touya cannot handle being second to shouto, ever, a feeling that stems from being thought of as inferior to him as a child—thus, he now feels as if he needs to beat him in every and all aspects of life to prove that he is worthy, that he is better).
#thank you so much for your question anon!!!!#this was soooo much fun to answer hehe <3#please have a fantastic day and stay safe out there!!#sending u much love n health bb#sd!nat universe#inky.bb#clari gets mail
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2. A texture you despise? & 12. Favourite type of pie / pastry?
2. A texture you despise?
first thought was bathtubs- dunno if it counts?? but lORD THE SOUND IT MAKES,,,, ESP W WATER- H ISSSS EU KHHH EXPLODES. glossy paper too,,, esp the ones that make a sound when you touch it- I feel like I'm missing a handful but tHOSE TWO,,, HISSING.
12. Favourite type of pie / pastry?
butterscotch cinnamon pie! I recreated that recipe once yeeears ago and E> E> !! I wanna try it again lowkey,, I wanna try pies, in general, I don't think I tried a lot of sweet pies-- but pastry-wise? anything with white choccy, waffles, and crepe is top-tier for me E> E> !! it depends on my mood but ye!
Random Questions // Ask Meme
#sORRY IT TOOK A BIT TO GET TO THIS YAR-- BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THESE!! :DD#If we arent thinking abt sweet stuff for the 2nd question i feel like my answer would be a bit lONGER BUT BHJVFHJVFJ#chinkin pie.... and chese croissant be noice--#i used to get this one cheese croissant from this cafe a lot but they changed the recipe so now its just :'>#why is the cheese so crusty on the outside and why oh why are there herbs iNSIDE NOW...CRI...#grieving over old croissants aside tHIS WAS FUN TO ANSWER HUHU- THANKI THANKI AGAIN!! ^W^#nonnata#dove.txt
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📩Random simblr question of the day: What’s your favorite and least favorite thing about being apart of simblr?
i've always really adored the sense of community that simblr has to offer. being able to engage with and talk to people about a shared interest, and even form friendships, is something that i've really valued. my least favorite thing about simblr is how much i compare myself to others. this has always been an issue in my own life, but in the simblr community i've always found myself comparing the "quality" of my posts to others, always thinking that what i put on the table isn't good enough compared to what others create
#and i put quality in quotation marks because saying “the quality of my posts” really makes it seem like they're trade goods instead of#the products of a hobby#but yeah#i've really been enjoying these random simblr questions :) thank you so much for sending these#and it's fun to see how other people answer them#non sims#anon#reply
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So, you are artistically talented in both writing and drawing? That is freaking amazing, Riz! Wish you lots of fun and luck with all of your projects <3 Thank you so much for taking your time responding to people's asks =) I've been playing "You Don't Know Me" by Liz Gillies on repeat and the song just screams Kishigo to me!
Awwwe thanks so much 🥰 I’m still a novice at both, really, but that’s very kind.
And it’s no trouble at all — I love answering asks, so keep ‘em coming!! I’ve been getting so many lately .. it’s so fun!
I’ll listen to this song rec now! 👀
#asks#thank you for the ask!!!#seriously though please send me asks#I love all of them#even if they’re stupid questions like#what kind of subway sandwich you think represents kishigo#or questions about my fics#they’re so much fun to answer
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Hey Alli! For the writers ask game here, how about 🔪 🕯 and/or 🪐 depending on what you prefer!
Writers Truth and Dare Ask Game
Hi Maia! Thank you for sending this in :)
🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?
I LOVE editing. (Sometimes. Most of the time.) 10/10.
Editing and revising (I consider them one-in-the-same) is the time for me to take my writing from "shitty first draft" to "piece I'm proud of."
However, I am very critical of my writing. I go through at least three stages of editing for a single chapter (and it's usually more in the 5-stage range). Sometimes, when I'm editing, I want to give up on whatever I'm writing. I feel like an imposter; I feel like my writing is terrible; I feel like it's not even worth it because reading my first draft makes me cringe.
But then I remember this quote by William Matthews: "Revision isn't cleaning up after the party, revision is the party."
I love editing/revising because I get to see my writing improve within a chapter. I get to take my initial idea and expand on it. Develop it. Insert some magic and bring the story to life. I can't do that when I'm just word vomiting in my first draft.
🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?
I'm afraid I'm going to be quite dull: I have no idea. I can't even remember the last thing I researched for a writing project 😅 Honestly, I usually "research" Star Wars galactic maps because I never remember where any of the planets are located.
I have done some "research" about dragons across different cultures to inspire some of the myths in my WIP I Yearn, and so I Fear. But I doubt that constitutes as weird haha.
🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now
It dropped 18 inches of snow last week and now I have a handful of videos of my puppy bouncing through the snow. They make me so happy.
My sister will be visiting me from college in two weeks and I'm excited to hang out with her! It's been a few months since I last saw her.
I commissioned an artwork for my fanfic and the artist has been the loveliest. I've been adoring the progress updates she's sent me and the artwork is nearing completion, so I'm stoked to share it with people on here!
#thank you so much for sending this in :)#I had a lot of fun answering this (sorry the research question sucked#ask game#writer's ask game
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