#the hair dye is intentional though

[calicolite]

“Racing wasn’t the best part of Hud’s life… you were.”

[lucabyte]

[ ] like a body my same size

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[evilmagician430]

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top ten DIABOLICAL women of science and medicine. number 1: the mad(die) scientist A.K.A. ""Dr. Friend""*

*she isnt a real doctor, not yet atleast

maddiefriend will become real in 5 seconds

[jsluvtzu]

ruined her sweater

g!p hirai momo x fem!reader

summary: it all started with a bag of gummy bears

cw: no plot. just smut. men dni, voyeurismish, exhibitionism

wc: 1.5k

a/n: I WAS FEELING PARTICULARLY TOP WRITING THIS CAN YOU GUYS TELL!!!! tbh not my best work but we move on!

momo and you finally had the same day off from work.

it’s been weeks since you two had gotten to spend quality time together, so you both decided to make the rare day a date.

you bought tickets to see some new movie, making sure to pick your seats at the very top row.

both of your outfits were matching, but rather casual — momo wearing grey sweatpants with a black tee, and you with one of her black crew neck sweatshirts paired with a grey skirt.

after getting some overpriced candy from the concessions area, you both headed inside the designated theater and up to your seats.

the movie didn’t start until 3:30, and it was only 3:18, so you had plenty of time to put your plan into action.

“babe, can you open the gummy bears for me please?”

momo nodded and grabbed the bag to rip it open for you, but gasped when her lap was somehow littered with colorful little candies all over it.

“oh shit, i didn’t mean to do that. sorry baby, lemme clean it up for you.”

you were lying straight through your teeth. you had every intention to spill those food dye infused gummies on her.

your hand accidentally slammed into hers when momo was prying the bag open and accidentally knocked the bag out of her hands.

momo tsked at you annoyedly and lifted her arms up to give you room and clean up the mess you so innocently made.

the dimly lit theater hid the forming smirk on your face when your palm brushed lightly against momo’s dick.

you sat up straight and turned to face your body towards your girlfriend, leaning in close to whisper in her ear,

“let me make it up to you.”

momo turned to look at you with furrowed brows, your faces merely centimeters apart.

“what? y/n, there’s people around. we can’t.”

you were still rubbing momo through her sweatpants, feeling her get harder with every movement you made.

“mm, but it’s dark in here”, your hand moving up and under her shirt, rubbing at her abs. “nobody’s around us baby, you just have to stay quiet for me”, you said, reaching the waistband of her boxers, “can you do that for me?”

momo let out a small whimper when she felt your fingers wrap around the base of her cock.

“y-y/n.. we can’t..”

you cooed at her gently and reassured her as you freed her cock from her pants, letting it rest against her stomach.

your girlfriend scanned around the room, frantically praying that nobody was close enough to see what was going on.

it was obvious that she felt exposed when she desperately attempted to cover her lap with her hands.

her hands couldn’t even fully cover her length though, leaving only half of herself protected.

you leaned back to cross your arms over your waist, grabbing the ends of momo’s sweatshirt and pulling it over your head, revealing your favorite tight fit tank top that made your boobs look good.

momo watched silently and gulped at the tempting sight of you.

your hair was splayed over one shoulder, a little messy from pulling off the sweatshirt — the spaghetti straps on your top showing off your toned arms in the dim light.

she let out a small sigh of relief when you laid the sweatshirt over her lap, relaxing her tensed body and leaning back into the seat.

“better?”, you said, laughing slightly at your girlfriend’s shyness.

momo nodded and gripped the armrests, mentally preparing herself.

her cock was uncomfortably hard at this point, the tip of it poking through the cloth, making a visible tent on her lap.

you leaned in to give your girlfriend a kiss, smiling into it and feeling her moan against your lips.

when momo felt your lips leave hers, she whined in confusion when you pulled back and sat back into your seat, picking your phone up and scrolling through it.

“y/n..? what’re you doing?”

you kept your eyes on your screen and answered without looking at her, “hm? i’m just passing time before the movie starts.”

even in the dark theater, you felt momo’s confused stare boring into the side of your head.

“but.. i- i thought..”, her voice soft and whiny.

you turned your head to look at her, feigning innocence.

both of you shot glances down to her lap at the same time, sending a silent message to each other.

“i thought you said we couldn’t?”, you said, tilting your head slightly.

your girlfriend shook her head immediately, regretting her previous decision.

“no! no, i didn’t- i just..”

momo licked her lips while she gathered her thoughts together.

“need you..”, she said at a barely audible volume, facing her head down shyly.

“hm? speak up, love.”

you pressed the power button on your phone and threw it on the empty seat to your right, reaching over to release your girlfriend’s grip from the armrest and locking your fingers together.

“y/n.. please..”

“please what baby? i won’t know what you really want if you don’t use your words”, you said, gently rubbing her thumb with yours.

“need you to.. touch me.”

“yeah? even with these people watching?”, you shot your gaze straight ahead at the two guys sitting in the last few seats, momo turning her head to join you.

“i don’t even care anymore, y/n. ‘s hurts so bad- please.”

you hummed and let go of momo’s hand, satisfied with getting the reaction you wanted out of her, only to land it back on her cock under her sweatshirt, grabbing at and stroking her length slowly.

the lights suddenly turned off completely with the theater turning pitch black, the ads getting replaced with the movie’s opening scene.

a few minutes passed and you hadn’t changed your pace on momo’s dick, your left arm slotted under her right one and your head resting on her shoulder.

your poor needy girlfriend was growing increasingly frustrated with your lack of action, her release nowhere near in sight.

she was squirming under your touch and whimpering when your thumb would skillfully rub circles around her tip.

“fuck y/n please.. ‘need more- ‘wanna cum so bad please.”

her pleads were getting louder the longer your teasing went on, your movements switching between lazily pumping her and twisting your cupped palm around her thick cock.

“shhh, you have to be quiet baby, you don’t want all these people to know how dumb you’re getting for me do you?”, you said, nuzzling your face into momo’s neck.

you felt her shake her head and heard her attempts at biting back her whimpers as best as she could.

at this angle, your boobs were in perfect view for momo to stare at, her eyes locked onto your chest.

you noticed and wanted momo to focus on watching whatever was playing, “keep your eyes on the screen, or i stop and leave you with nothing. you understand?”

momo let out small whines and tried her hardest to keep herself together, grinding herself into your hand with ease when her dick was lubed up with her own precum.

you lifted your head up to her ear and nibbled at her earlobe, softly moaning to rile her up even more.

“such a needy little thing aren’t you? you don’t even care if everyone can hear your pretty moans for me hm?”, you knew momo loved it when you talked her through it.

“just wanna be good for me and cum all over my hand, right baby?”

“fuck yes, yes y/n, ‘wanna be fuck- so good for you.”

you kissed her cheek and slid your free hand under the cover, flattening that hand and rubbing a circular motion over her tip while you massaged your other hand up and down her cock.

unfortunately, momo’s moans were getting uncontrollably loud and you needed to shut her up.

“look at me, pretty girl”, you said, kissing her immediately to suppress her whimpers.

her dick was already sensitive from your prolonged foreplay, making her extremely close to cumming when you started palming her dick back and forth faster and pumping her length faster, driving her absolutely crazy.

“mmph, fuck y/n, ‘gna fucking cum- fuck, fuck, fuck-”

you felt her cock pulsing in your hand as it got soaked with her cum flowing out in increments, choked moans escaping her lips.

“that’s it baby, so good for me..”, you praised her with coos and pretty names as you helped her come down from her high.

momo threw her head back against the headrest and tried to catch her breath, mumbling out small thank yous in between her gasps.

you wiped your hands on her now ruined sweatshirt, cleaning off her dick gently with the sleeve and tucking it back into her boxers for her.

“you made a mess all over your sweatshirt baby, it was expensive too.”

“it’s fine.. was worth it..”

needless to say, the two of you left the movie theater with disgusted stares following you the whole way out.

[haikyu-mp4]

I’d say it’s destiny

word count; 1605 – f!reader, implied age gap

Osamu and Atsumu weren’t completely identical, as some might know. Most notably, they decided to dye their hair differently in high school and it made the contrast of their eye colours stand out more.

However, one scenario it always worked for was substitute teachers. Osamu really didn’t mind stepping in for Atsumu today, because it meant he owed him later, but he totally forgot he was stepping in at all when he saw you.

Fresh out of university and first-time substitute teacher.

And you were crazy good-looking.

So when you were taking attendance and asked for Miya Atsumu, it went something like this…

“Here!”

“Hello, Miya,” you said, just like you did with all the other students because some teacher you once had said it made the pupils feel seen. Perhaps they weren’t considering high school students though.

“Call me Osamu,” he said with that trademark smirk he borrowed from his twin as if he was acting his part despite saying the complete opposite.

“…Atsumu?” you read off the paper, with no intention of using his given name but still curious about the name change. Suna already had his phone out in his lap, camera peeping just over the edge of his desk to film this.

“No, that’s my stupid brother.”

“So why are you… here then?”

Osamu slowly deflated, not looking as confident as he did a few seconds ago. Right, he’s not actually in this class. “I’d say it’s destiny?”

You blinked for a moment. This was not what you expected on your first day, and you weren’t quite sure what to do. Do you send him to the principal’s office? At least he’s getting an extra lesson, his apparent twin is the one who missed his. “Come to my desk after class, Miya,” you said strictly before moving on to the rest of the list, not missing the way some brunette kid snorted in the corner as Osamu agreed like you asked him out for dinner.

“You wanted to see me?” Osamu said, a cocky smirk back on his face and bag slung over his shoulder. You frowned, trying your best not to find it funny.

“Not like that, but you know it’s not okay to attend in someone else’s place?” you started, still not decided on how to lecture him properly. Fortunately, you had the number of another teacher that gave you some help.

He sat down on the chair on the other side of your desk. “I’m sorry my brother gave you trouble. What did you say your name was?” he asked, earning another squinted glare from you.

You ignored the comment and question, sighing and looking at the post-it note stuck to your schedule, scribbled with a name. “I was told I should talk to Kita Shinsuke about this, so unless you have something better to say, I think we should move along to find him and your brother.”

Osamu felt like the colour might have drained from his face, thinking of facing both his idiot brother’s complaints and Kita’s cold lecture at the same time. “Oh, uhh…”

You gave him a small smile, standing up already. “They should all be in the gym, right? Please show me the way there, I still get lost.”

Osamu would be damned if you kept smiling at him like that, making him stand right up with a sigh and hold the door open for you before leading you there. “Right this way, my lady.” At least he got to ask you about your favourite foods and other basic stuff that you didn’t mind answering on the way there.

Once again, he opened the door for you when you got to the gym, eyes quickly scanning around to see Suna already showing Atsumu the video. “Kita Shinsuke?” you asked loudly, looking around until you made eye contact with someone who seemed to respond to that name. The grey-haired boy came over, calmly asking you how he could help you while Osamu avoided eye contact but still didn’t want to leave your side. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, but another teacher told me you’re familiar with the problem. I had this Miya in my class while it should have been the other one,” you informed him, almost letting their given names slip off your tongue. Osamu was tuned into your voice, but it was difficult to ignore the agitating voice of his brother, which he heard in the background.

Kita nodded with a confirming sound, dark in his throat as he glared to the side at Osamu. “My apologies, I will make sure they receive the proper consequences,” he said and bowed to you.

Osamu looked at you with a sheepish smile. “Thank you for following me here, I’ll see you around?” he asked, using his possibly last moment alive to look at you one more time with every ounce of charm he had left.

You huffed a small laugh, nodding and turning around to find your way back. “Sure, have fun at practice, Miya.”

Kita and Atsumu were both angry, but who cares?

Osamu Miya was in love.

You saw Osamu around a couple more times while substituting for other teachers, even stepping in for the volleyball coach once. Now that, was something.

“What’d ya think, coach?” Osamu asked you, quite frankly looking like a puppy after spiking and turning to you. You sighed, once again trying to act indifferent and ignore him while also treating him like any other student.

“That was great!” you said with some enthusiasm, also leaning a bit to the side to look at his twin. “And a great set as well!” So now you had two flustered Miya twins.

“Let’s try the soul swap, ‘Samu!” Atsumu roared with newfound vigour, and you could see Kita about to protest.

“Here we go, I should film this,” Suna snickered from somewhere beside you, and you couldn’t help but agree.

After a year, you were offered a permanent position at another school in the prefecture, meaning you didn’t really see any students from Inarizaki again. You had almost forgotten them by the time you walked past a sign that said Onigiri Miya after going to an interview for a higher position in another school.

You tilted your head, squinting at the sign as you tried to remember where you heard that before, and then you looked down and through the window. Jaw slack, you were looking at a much more grown version of your biggest fan, Miya Osamu.

Walking in, you were overwhelmed with the delicious smell, your chest filling with air as you took in a long breath. Then you walked over to the short line, standing behind a rather burly man, meaning Osamu probably hadn’t seen you yet. You got a bit nervous, almost wondering if he would actually remember you or not.

Finally, the line moved along and you were face to face with a mouth-watering man. Mouth-watering food! He was even taller than in high school, shoulders broader and body a bit beefier from choosing this line of work but probably still maintaining some workouts.

You had to shake your head a bit when you realised you were just staring, plastering on a smile and then realising he was staring too, looking pleasantly surprised. Perhaps it was inappropriate to suddenly be interested in him, but while an awkward age difference stopped you from looking at him like this before, he was now an adult and you suddenly saw him in a new light.

“Hi!” he said cheerfully before huffing when he accidentally knocked over a cup of pens, scrambling to pick them all up again and shuffle them back into the cup. He glanced up at you with that familiar sheepish smile. “What can I get you today, teach?” he asked, applying the nickname to further emphasise that he remembered you.

You could feel your ears turning red as you pursed your lips, and you were about as beautiful as he remembered. “I’d like two tuna mayo onigiris, please,” you requested, pulling your card out to pay while he was watching your every move. He was glad he already had a lot of food prepared at this time of day so he wouldn’t have to leave this station to make them for you.

“I thought you liked salmon, want to try one on the house?” he asked, somehow remembering your conversations back in high school. You were shocked for a moment before nodding.

“If you insist.”

He smirked, and it was so familiar yet the feeling it gave you was so new and exciting. “I sure do,” he confirmed and then put one on a plate to hand it over. No one had come in after you yet, luckily. “I haven’t seen ya in a long time, do ya live close by?” he asked hopefully, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I’m out on a job interview actually,” you said, taking a bite of the onigiri and sighing with appreciation at how delicious it was. Truly made with love. “So who knows, maybe I’ll be around here more.”

“Then you’re more than welcome to stop by again.”

You smiled at him, and it was warmer than the ones he had received from you before. “I’d love that. It’s a bit far from where I live, though.” Your voice drifted off, unsure if you were oversharing because you were nervous.

“Oh? How did ya end up applying for a job here, then?” he asked, moving around to grab some fresh onigiri in a box for you and taking an extra breath to calm his heartbeat.

“I’d say it’s destiny.”

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[kidsinsaturn]

Hi!!

Glad to have you back after so long

Can I request what kind of hair do shisui,Itachi and madara prefer

Do they like long,short,silky or curly hair??

hair preferences

[🗼] omg YESS i have curly hair so im sorry if I went a bit biased:(

characters: shisui uchiha; itachi uchiha; madara uchiha

genre: sfw

warnings: gn!reader; just mentions of hairstyles

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-boy shisui doesn't care hahah but idk I have a feeling he has a thing for super long super straight hair

-he thinks it looks elegant, delicate, and just silk-like

-shisui just prefers hair that isn't tangled because he enjoys a bit too much running his fingers down his lover's hair, like all the time

-HOWEVER on the other side, I also see him liking some unruly, messy hair. he is a silly, open-minded boy that just prefers both ways. I see him as a fan of emo and punk hairstyles

-he likes unique hairstyles but also appreciates a basic mane. he just wants a partner okay??? he loves ponytails and braids though

-shisui is just weird lmao, because he wouldn't even mind greasy hair, thin hair, or super thick hair. he just wants his s/o to take care of it because he doesn't like dandruff

-itachi also isn't such a picky boy when it comes to physical appearance. he values the persons's intentions and personality more than their looks

-BUT if he had to choose, he has such high standards because hello have you seen his hair?? he would demand a s/o with nice, taken care of hair. doesn't really matter the style

-I feel though that he would lean a little bit more towards natural hair, like if yours is bleached or dyed, he would be like ammm

-again itachi is a sweetheart and only seeks someone who is true with themselves. he cherishes personality over looks. of course he won't turn at you if you have dyed hair nooo hahah it's just a small personal preference of his

-i do see him liking straight black hair a little bit more maybe because of his mami mikoto. to his eyes, she is the most beautiful woman

-lmao madara. im sorry but he will NOT be with someone who has basic ahh hair lmao

-madara likes uniqueness, independence, and just creativity. he may have his hair long due to poor self-care when young BUT he likes it now and intends to keep it that way even if he is revived

-he thinks you are sexy if you just stand out of the crowd just because of your mane. curly hair or super thick hair, OR long, curly AND thick hair?? what you are trying to kill him?

-he doesn't mind different hair colors, as long as you don't have more than two because he thinks you just look like a tie-dye shirt

-and idk I also see him liking red hair a little bit too much. maybe out of his rivalry with hashirama, he always wanted to have something with a redhead

[atiny-moon]

Warmup 002 - Wooyoung

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI.

Genre: Smut, Drabble

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader

Tags: Boyfriend Wooyoung, cockwarming, small hongjoong feature

Word Count: 1.4K

Send in ur asks & maybe I’ll use ur req for a warmup!

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI.

You were sitting in the living room of Wooyoung’s shared apartment, on Wooyoung’s lap with his dick buried deep inside you and your lips locked in a lazy embrace. His hands were lost under your top while your own hands were lost in the mess of his black hair. The kisses, if you could call them that, were long slow presses of your lips against his - your tongues tracing across one another’s occasionally with a few bites sprinkled in for variety. Either he would catch your bottom lip in his teeth and tug or you would do the same to him. There was not a single desire to rush the intimacy of the moment, even if this wasn’t your intention this afternoon.

The idea was to watch a movie and cuddle. The miscalculation was on your part. You assumed Wooyoung was capable of sitting next to you and not lay his hands on you. It started out innocently enough! First he grabbed your legs and draped them over his lap, content for the moment to feel the warmth of your legs resting on him. His fingers drummed a happy little pattern on your thigh as he watched the movie. All was well. For approximately 4 minutes.

Wooyoung snaked one arm around your waist and slipped it underneath his hoodie (the red tie-dye Balenciaga hoodie from his most recent comeback; it was his favorite and ergo your favorite) and let his hand rest on the warmth of your waist. His fingers tracing idle shapes along the curvature of your body. It tickled at first but then grew to feel comforting and you melted into Wooyoung’s side.

But still he wasn’t happy with this, he wanted more. And soon Wooyoung was pulling you into his lap. You put up an act of struggling, trying to wrestle free from his grasp only so you could feel how tightly Wooyoung held onto you in protest. Even though it wasn’t his intention, being this close to you meant that he had to kiss you, he just had to. Before you two knew it, you were a tangled mess of limbs and lips. Your arms draped over his shoulder and were somehow also inside his shirt; his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his hands grabbing and squeezing any part of you he could reach. And your lips. Your lips were unable to separate - lost in the drunken bliss of the feel of his lips on yours.

At some point there was an intention to have sex, hence Wooyoung’s dick inside you, but neither of you could deny yourselves the pleasure of these kisses. Time did not exist while you two were locked in this embrace.

Every now and then, just as a tease, you clenched your walls tightly around Wooyoung’s cock just so you could feel him sigh into your kiss. In response he pushed his hips into yours, so his member would bury itself even deeper within you. He lavished in the way your body responded - watching the way your back arched and the way your breathing hitched in your throat. But eventually he would get lost in the sweet curves of your face and inevitably fall into the caress of your kiss.

One of Wooyoung’s hands slid out from under the hoodie so it could cup the side of your face - his thumb tracing light lines along the line of your jaw. The kiss deepened. You sighed into his body, melting into the warmth of his touch on your face. Wooyoung pulled away to admire your face through half-open eyes. You watched as he took in every one of your features - the slope of your nose, the curve of brow, the swell of your lips. Finally his eyes fell to the way his hand was buried in your hair. “I like the way your hair looks in my hands,” Wooyoung breathed onto your lips.

Your eyes fluttered close as you felt his hand tug on your hair. You couldn’t control the small moan that tumbled out of your lips and onto his. The way you sound is enough for Wooyoung to bury his hand deep in the mess of your hair and embrace you in another kiss. It was different this time. The way he breathed you in as he pressed his lips into you. The way his lips forced yours to open so his tongue could taste yours. All the while his hand in your hair was tugging at the root in just the right way. You felt your hips move into his.

Wooyoung pushed his hips back into you and pushed his dick further into you. You wanted to pull away from the kiss to moan but Wooyoung’s grip on your hair kept you firmly in place. His other hand that was on your waist found its way to your neck, his fingers coming to rest at the base of your neck as a promise. The way Wooyoung touched you was like wildfire - every caress sent your body aflame.

He pulled away, but only barely, just enough so he could watch your face and the way you react to his touches. He wrapped his fingers around your throat and squeezed. Gently. He continued to rock his hips into your body and you could feel your body react. You could feel the warmth in-between your thighs starting to form, the thoughts slipping out of your mind, and the fuzzy edges of pleasure starting to overwhelm your body.

Your kisses were growing sloppier, unable to keep up with the way Wooyoung was making your body feel. But it didn't seem that Wooyoung minded. If anything, his kisses devolved to match yours. A sloppy mess of tongue and lips tasting each other. With you two lost in the kiss you could feel yourself growing closer to an orgasm.

The door starts to unlock.

The two of you stop kissing immediately. Wooyoung drops his hands from your face and neck, resting them on your thighs. You bury your face deep in the crook of his neck and try to catch your breath. By the time the door unlocks, it simply looks as if you two are cuddling on the couch.. If only mildly inappropriately.

Wooyoung does his best to wipe his face and adjust himself - you feel his cock twitch deep within you and you struggle not to let out a moan. You were so close to an orgasm, any mild stimulation set you off. He squeezes your thighs in an attempt to stabilize you but it does nothing but excite you more. With your face so close to Wooyoung’s neck, you couldn’t help but start kissing at the area where his neck and shoulder meet. You felt Wooyoung lean into the kiss and you could have sworn you heard him close his eyes.

The small moment of bliss was quickly disrupted with a loud shout. It seemed whoever was home had finally finished opening the door.

“Ugh! Gross! I do not want to come home and see you two making out, mannn! Take it to your room my guy,” Hongjoong yelled.

Wooyoung laughed sheepishly and nodded. But it seemed that Wooyoung wasn’t moving fast enough for Hongjoong’s liking because Hongjoong simply stood there with his arms folded over his chest and stared at Wooyoung. “Like, now.” Hongjoong demanded.

Wooyoung stared up at his captain. He was trying to figure out how to word this without sounding crass or even offending anyone. But the way Hongjoong was standing in the entryway, staring at the both of you like some disappointed parent, a surge of defiance washed over Wooyoung. “Alright, but you’re gonna see my dick.”

Hongjoong was visibly confused but was not backing down either. Did he just start tapping his foot?

The silence stretched between the three of you and with a roll of his eyes, Wooyoung tapped your thigh. You took a deep breath and carefully removed yourself from Wooyoung. You snuck a glance over at Hongjoong and suppressed a giggle as you watched Hongjoong’s face fall. Because there Wooyoung was, sitting on the couch with his dick out. Wooyoung shook his head as if to say, ‘I told you so’ before standing up and half-tucking his dick into his sweatpants and half covering it with his shirt.

Hongjoong’s jaw was still on the floor as Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you and started leading you to his bedroom. It wasn’t until you two were inside Wooyoung’s bedroom that you heard Hongjoong yelling out a string of curses.

[biggestsukunafan]

𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

“being with you makes me see sparks.”

dabi x reader

note : been a whole month since i wrote anything other than poems. i hope u guys like this

Dabi had never actually been in a relationship before, let alone had a good relationship with anyone. He never considered himself worthy of love for many reasons, one being his self-hatred and the other being everyone hated him and thought he was a monster. Even you, however, found something in him that you adored, loving him for who he was and not what he looked like.

He's very shocked that you would want to date him and actually care about him, but he falls in love with you so much more and he opens up as much as he can.

Dabi was surprisingly softer around you, smiling and actually being somewhat affectionate, he still used his usual sarcastic tone, but it held a hint of affection if anything.

He'd sometimes sit down next to you, holding your hand, and would just.. look at you. He loved you so much, but he'd never really say it. He wasn't very expressive, and just enjoyed being in your presence. You could practically feel the love in the air, even though he wasn't saying anything.

Dabi would also let you heal his burns with your quirk as much as he could. He didn't usually let anyone touch him, so it was a big deal. He'd let you sit close to him as you worked your healing magic, quietly studying you.

He didn't know why you even loved him and found him attractive, but you were with him no matter what, even after seeing all of his burn scars. He was so grateful for you, but he was not good with words, so he'd just hug you tight instead.

During some boring moments at headquarters, he'd find excuses to touch you. Whether it be a pat on the head, a nudge to your shoulder, or even just sitting so close your legs touched. He wasn't used to being this close to someone, not to mention he had a little problem with being slightly touch starved, so he took every chance he could to touch or be close to you. It wasn't weird, it was more like he just craved more affection.

Dabi, who never opened up to anyone like this before, but with you, it felt different. He actually felt safe telling you about his past. He told you about his horrible childhood, his abusive father, how he became Dabi, and everything else he had been through. It was like a weight had lifted off his shoulders when he told you; he felt comfortable with you knowing everything about him, including his darkest secrets and pain.

Dabi, who is usually very independent and private about his appearance, actually lets you help dye his hair, give him piercings, and help staple his skin. At first, he was a little hesitant, unsure if he should let you see his scars and help him with something so personal, but he trusts you wholeheartedly, which allows him to let you do these things for him. He even finds a strange comfort in the way you carefully thread the jewelry through his skin, and he secretly enjoys the way you tenderly apply the hair dye and staple his skin. It's a form of intimacy that he never really thought he would allow anyone

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Dabi, right before the Final War, desperately pleaded with you, begging you to live, survive and make it out. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, and all of his fears and worries for your safety came rushing out. He grabbed your hands, looking at you intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and worry.

"Please— I'm begging you— please survive. You have to survive, I can't lose you. I need you to stay alive. Promise me, please..”

You, who always had a positive outlook, smiled softly at Dabi and squeezed his hands. You reassured him, your voice warm and confident.

"I promise, Dabi. I will survive. I will fight, and I will make it out alive. I won't let anything happen to me."

You looked into his eyes, and despite his usual cold demeanor, you could see the fear and worry etched on his face.

──── ୨୧ ────

As the battlefield turned chaotic, Dabi and you were forced to part ways, having to face their own battles.

Dabi found himself facing off against Endeavor, his father, a man he loathed with every fiber of his being. Memories of his abusive childhood and the pain and trauma he had endured came rushing back, fueling his anger and determination.

Meanwhile, you were matched against other Pro Heroes, fighting to protect yourself and help the cause.

As Dabi fought against Endeavor, the emotions he had held back for years finally erupted. He unleashed the full force of his quirk, the blue flames burning hotter than ever, channeling all of his anger and resentment towards his father.

Each blow he landed on Endeavor was filled with the weight of his suppressed bitterness and pain. The memories of his troubled upbringing fueled his strength, pushing him to hold nothing back in this battle.

You, who found yourself faced with a life-or-death situation, completely outnumbered and outmatched by the Pro Heroes as you quickly start to weaken if you kept on going like this. You were about to unleash your full power and potentially take the lives of the heroes surrounding you, when you noticed something that made you pause.

The fires of Dabi, just a few yards away, were burning brighter and hotter, indicating that he was using more of his power than ever before. You knew that he could seriously harm himself if he continued at this rate.

Despite the odds stacked against you, you made a split-second decision. Instead of continuing to fight and potentially murder the heroes who outnumbered you, you chose to use your quirk from a distance.

Ignoring the danger facing you, you focused your energy on using your healing quirk to help Dabi from afar. You knew that if he continued using his flames in such a reckless manner, he could seriously injure himself.

You were completely focused on using your healing quirk on Dabi from afar, your body tense as you pushed your power to its limits.

You could feel the strain on your body as you desperately tried to help him from a distance, knowing that you would get seriously hurt in the process, but not caring about your own health.

During the intense battle between Dabi and Endeavor, Dabi seemed almost invincible. His flames were stronger and hotter than ever before, and he moved with a deadly grace, effortlessly dodging and retaliating against his father's attacks.

Endeavor's face twisted in frustration and anger, realizing that his son, the son he had failed in every way, was now far beyond the level he could handle.

Dabi's face was a mask of intense concentration, his turquoise eyes fixed on Endeavor with a cold, deadly determination.

He knew that this was his chance for revenge, his chance to show his father that he was not just a broken and discarded child. He was a force to be reckoned with, a fire that could not be extinguished.

As the fight continued, Dabi's flames grew hotter and more intense, the fire surrounding him like a protective shield. Each blow he landed on Endeavor was charged with the pain and anger of his past, and he held nothing back, unleashing every ounce of his power.

Endeavor struggled to keep up with Dabi's speed and strength, the realization slowly dawning on him that his son had surpassed him in every way, including the use of his quirk.

Dabi, despite being extremely strong and formidable in battle, was ultimately extinguished by his entire family, who attacked him with their powerful ice quirks. Despite his resistance and attempts to fight back, the combined force of their ice attacks was simply too much for him to handle.

Dabi found himself overwhelmed, unable to withstand the onslaught of coldness from his own family members. The fight was taken right out of him, leaving him lying on the ground, defeated and exhausted.

──── ୨୧ ────

After the war, Touya was left in a fragile and weakened state, kept under surveillance in a secure facility. His family visited him, but he remained silent, unresponsive to their presence or words.

However, as they continued to talk among themselves, Touya suddenly spoke up, breaking his silence. His voice was weak but determined as he looked up at his family, asking one thing.

"Where is she? Where is (Y/N)?"

His family looked taken aback by his sudden question, surprised that he would ask about you after being quiet the entire time.

His siblings looked uneasy, unsure of how to respond, while his father, Endeavor, looked at him with a mixture of guilt and sadness. They didn't know how to tell him what had happened to you during the war, knowing it would likely break him even further.

Touya’s eyes scanned the room, his expression hardening when he saw the uncertainty on his family's faces. He could sense something was wrong, and he knew that they weren't telling him everything. He repeated his question, his voice holding a hint of desperation and worry.

"Where is she? Tell me the truth. Is she hurt? Is she... alive?"

.

.

.

.

.

.

His family finally told him the truth—the harsh, painful truth that he feared the most.

They informed him that you had died, that you had used the last of your energy to heal him from afar. They explained that you had sacrificed yourself to save him, that you had chosen to die knowing he would live.

Touya’s world shattered again. The realization that you were gone forever hit him like a ton of bricks, and he felt a sharp, stinging pain in his chest.

Touya, who had never regretted anything before, found himself drowning in a flood of regret.

He was filled with remorse and guilt that he had never told you that he loved you every waking moment you breathed. He hated himself for not expressing his feelings, for not telling you how much you meant to him. He had taken you for granted, assuming he had more time to tell you how he truly felt.

But now, it was too late. You were gone, and he was left with the unbearable weight of his regrets and the knowledge that he had lost the person he loved the most.

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "You know what I've never understood?" "Oh, is it philosophy hour with [Name]?" "Not really... I just don't get how Santa could possibly know what children in the entire world are good or bad but would need to be told what kids want. Kids aren't exactly... quiet about their desires."

Pairing: Sebek Zigvolt x Gn!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff, Slight crack

TW: NA

It was a cold, silent night. Snow covered the ground like an oversized blanket, glittering under the soft silver light of the moon. Not a single critter made a noise, every soul fast asleep under the watchful and twinkling stars...

"THAT'S TOO MUCH FOOD COLORING, ACE!"

Well, almost every soul.

In the cozy warmth of the Ramshackle kitchen stood the six friends of the Ramshackle Prefect, decorating sugar cookies that they had baked earlier.

"It's fine," Ace dismissed Deuce's wide-eyed horror and Sebek's seething at the amount of food coloring he had dropped into the icing. It was an accident, but Ace was trying to play it off as an intentional action, mixing the red food coloring with a little tune on his lips.

Epel, Jack and Ortho worked together on their share of the cookies, icing them precisely and perfectly to look like little Christmas trees, while you stood at the stove, making hot chocolate for all of you to share.

"Isn't having too much food coloring bad?" Deuce asked, eyeing the way Sebek seemed to turn red with indignation at being ignored by Ace.

"Most food dyes do not cause any adverse effects, Deuce Spade-kun" Ortho answered, "though it is advised by medical professionals not to consume too much of them."

"This isn't too much. Besides, with the white icing, it'll balance out. Relax," Ace rolled his eyes.

Epel smiled as he continued decorating the cookies, while Jack helped him out silently.

The next few minutes were spent in relative peace. Mindful of the late hour, you all tried to keep your volumes down as you worked in the kitchen.

"You know what I've never understood about Christmas?" Deuce started, effectively getting everyone's attention. "Oh, is it philosophy hour with Deuce?" Jack huffed in amusement, used to Deuce's habit of asking questions that could put one in an existential crises due to their being clubmates.

"Not really... I just don't get how Santa could possibly know what children in the entire world are good or bad but would need to be told what kids want," Deuce said as he looked at the cookie he was decorating to look like a candy-cane. "Kids aren't exactly... quiet about their desires."

A silence descended onto the kitchen, as every first year looked at the blue haired boy in varying degrees of amusement, disbelief and curiosity.

"Uh, Deuce... you do know that Santa isn't real, right?" Epel asked kindly, his tone a stark contrast to the mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at the taller boy. Deuce flushed and sputtered, "O-Of course I know! It's just-!"

Ace, ever the nuisance, jumped at the chance. "Aw, did little Deucey believe in good ol' Saint Nick all this time?" He teased. "How cute."

"That's not true!"

"There's no need to be embarrassed Deuce Spade-kun. Many young children believe in the myth of Santa Claus," Ortho tried to reassure him, but even he couldn't hide the slight amusement in his tone.

"Little Deucey, did you send your letter to the North Pole this year?" Ace laughed, poking Deuce in the side. "I hope you've been good this year. Wouldn't want you to end up on the naughty list, would you? That'd be bad for your goody two shoes record."

"Ace, you little-" Deuce began to chase the other boy around the kitchen, face flushed red with embarassment. The ginger-haired menace laughed as he weaved his way between the appliances and the people in the kitchen, using them as shields and obstacles to slow down the other boy.

He poked his tongue out at Deuce, slipping away through the kitchen door to the hallway. Deuce narrowed his eyes as he ran after him out of the kitchen, cookies and decorating forgotten.

"I'll go make sure they don't end up killing each other," Jack said, shaking his head as he followed after them. Epel skipped behind him, pulling along Ortho to see the entertaining show.

"Sebek, can you get me some cups from that cabinet over there?" You asked the only person remaining in the room. Sebek hummed in acknowledgement, getting out seven cups and placing them in front of you.

Preoccupied with pouring the steaming hot chocolate into seven cups, you missed the conflicted expression on Sebek's face. As you decorated the beverage with marshmallows and whipped cream according to each one's preferences, sounds of the boys rough-housing in the next room had you smiling in fond exasperation.

"Here, this one's yours," you said, handing Sebek his drink. Sebek thanked you, voice low and expression uncharacteristically serious. You poked his forehead with a finger, smiling as he startled and looked at you with a confused look on his face.

"You're going to end up getting wrinkles way early if you scowl that much," you teased him, leaning against the counter as you spoke. "What are you thinking about so intently anyways?"

"It is not a matter of much importance, human."

"You're blushing though."

"I-I am not!" Sebek protested. His cheeks did nothing to help his case, turning even darker instead. You raised your arms in surrender, as you chuckled at his flustered state. "Fine, fine."

You started gathering up the bowls and spoons that had been used, placing them in the dishwasher to be cleaned. Your work was done in peaceful silence, and Sebek helped with what he could, ever the gentleman.

As you wiped your hands on a towel, he spoke.

"About what Deuce said, earlier..."

"Hm?"

"That is something... I have previously wondered as well... Not that I don't know that Santa Claus is a myth made for young children!" Sebek looked everywhere but at you, evidently embarrassed by his admission. "As Malleus-sama's guard, I cannot be misled by such childish and whimsical stories, of course! I-"

"You believed in Santa Claus too?" You asked, watching in amusement as the colour in his cheeks seemed to explode, climbing up his ears as well. "I JUST SAID I DIDN'T HUMAN, WHAT-"

"I think that's cute."

Sebek stopped, eyes wide as he stared at you. You continued, "It shows that you're innocent and pure-hearted. It's really cute." Sebek looked away and took a sip of his hot chocolate, wincing when he burned his tongue by drinking too fast. Before you could tease him any further, Ace called out, "If yall are done being sappy and disgusting, save me! Wait, shit-"

The sounds coming from the other room grew louder, taking your attention off of Sebek, allowing him to regain his composure somewhat. Deuce must have finally gotten hold of Ace, considering the loud and whiny complaints that could be heard. You turned back to Sebek, shaking your head. "Wanna save Ace from the fate that he oh so rightfully deserves?"

"I would rather have him bear the consequences of his actions," Sebek smiled, as Ace wailed in protest.

Back to Masterlist...

[elminx]

Magic for Recentering During Times of Conflict

Note: I am writing this immediately following the November 2024 election cycle, but this is not meant to be specific to this time. Nor am I inferring that magic can solve all of our problems. Please seek out help from a professional if you need it.

One of the deep truths that I have uncovered in my life is that when I am unbalanced (emotionally, physically, spiritually), I am of no use to myself or to others. When something rocks me to the core of my being as this election has, I need to feel all of the feels first and foremost. Then, I need to find a way to move on from the immediate (VERY VALID) emotional turmoil so that I don't get stuck in a pattern of rumination or pathological catastrophizing.

These are some of the ways that I do so. This list is not meant to be exhaustive and, of course, I do not expect every one of these to work for everyone. That is okay and expected. I'm also not including medical, psychological, or court-based interventions because I am not a doctor or a lawyer. Some of these tips are purely magical in nature and some are what I would call magic adjacent - they are mundane actions that are cleansing in nature.

Feel your feelings. I know I said AFTER, but I feel that I need to reiterate this. These steps are unlikely to work until you have worked your way through the first stages of rage, revolt, grief, name your emotion here. How long this takes will be different for everyone. Don't rush this.

Breathe. When I am really In It, I find meditation nearly impossible. I need to be reminded how to take deep breaths. This is when I get help—I use the Tide App for this. I set it to "Breathe," a fifteen-minute timer, and balanced breath. If you're new to breath work, start with five minutes. This is very simple: The app makes a sound for inhalation and one for exhalation. For many people, deep breathing helps to bring your nervous system into balance.

Change. This isn't a tip for everyone, but you know who you are. (I'm definitely guilty of this) If you've been wearing the same clothes for a week, stewing in your emotional turmoil, it's time to change them. Every single item you've been wearing. This may go to blankets or bedding, too. Put them all in the wash and give yourself a fresh set and a fresh start.

Wash. Take an intentional bath or shower. Wash every part of your body, focusing on removing the bad emotions with soap and washing them down the drain. You can add oomph to this by using soaps with cleansing scents (think lavender, citrus, lemongrass, sage, etc.).

Cut or Dye your hair. This is a deep take that will only work for some people, but if you're like me, cutting your hair can be a big release. It doesn't have to be a big change (though I find the bigger the cut, the bigger the release). Sometimes, making a visible change to your appearance can change how you feel. IYKYK

Small Cleansing Rituals. These will vary greatly depending on your practice and culture. If cleansing yourself with smoke or crystals really gets you, do it.

Clean Your House - stale energy is stale. Part of getting over an emotional episode, for me, is getting the energy in my environment flowing again. Open some windows. Wash your floors. Pick up the mess you created when you were too In It to do anything more than feel. This could be your bedroom, house, or space in which you spent the most time while you were down for the count. You can add oomph to this with Cleansing Vinegar.

Big Cleansing Rituals—When something is really stuck, we need the big guns. This could be cord-cutting or cleansing spells, whatever works well for you. I have a spell that works for this here.

Flush it out of you. (TW: alcohol) If you're the potion type, you can make a cleansing potion to move the emotions through your body until you eventually pee them out. This doesn't have to be alcoholic, though I like alcohol for its mild diuretic effects in this scenario. Think cleansing with citrus here, especially. My long-form lemonade will definitely work here, as would many types of tea. I have a seasoned cocktail specifically designed to do this here.

Banish it. There are too many ways to do a banishing spell for me to list them all here. But, since we are talking about explicitly banishing something from your own body - I suggest using food. Onions and black pepper are good banishing ingredients that taste great, too. I have a French Onion Soup banishing recipe here.

I want to reiterate here that if you are still dealing with your emotions stage of things right now, that is completely okay. This isn't meant to rush anyone through this process. We are all different people with different needs. It's also okay (and probably expected) that all of these things listed above won't work for all people - after all, they are things that work for me, specifically.

You need to find out what works for you. If don't know where to start right now, I hope this gave you some ideas. And, as always, if there's a method of getting through the hard shit that you'd like to add to this, please do! We could all use some new ideas for the hard road ahead.

[dallasgallant]

what are your dallas hcs?

I don’t have that many established yet so here’s a few off the top of my head

Can sew (mends his clothes, others when asked)

Cannot dance very well, line dance sure but not much else

He has a high pain tolerance but if he gets a paper cut or something small he acts like he’s dying. Similar to a cold he goes off to “die” (lay in his bed for two days)

Movie! Dally dyes his hair dark. Steve found this out and had to hide for a week

He is afraid of spiders (I think S.E said this herself and she’s so real for that)

There is never a moment in his life that he isn’t fighting (fight/flight- survival. He’s like a dog backed into a corner)

Secretly likes Hank Williams but puts up a big show to keep up appearances

Absolutely no plans for the future. He’s a day to day sort of guy.

Taught Johnny all the smoke ring tricks he could think of.

Out of all the guys he actually hangs out with two bit the most, both tend to be the loner type and sometimes it’s better to be alone with someone than without.

Only one of the guys to see his house was Johnny as he offered him a place to sleep one night, he’s particularly ashamed though he’s no worse off than the other guys

Will wake up holding his sheets like a person

While he is a bad influence he gives solid advice most of the time.

Ride or die for all of the gang, especially Johnny. To keep with the dog metaphor his loyalty/protectiveness is similar. Not pretty but well intentioned.

Touchy.

[ky-yk]

2:28 am (hyj x f!reader)

genre: fluff || word count: 968 author's note: back from the dead with smth self indulgent and way farther from what i envisioned

in. out. deep breaths, y/n.

lying in a pool of your own sweat, you heaved while staring up at the ceiling. not even a blasting a/c could stop me from shedding my weight in sweat, huh. you learn something new every day, you thought to yourself.

you turned my head with what energy you had left and squinted your eyes to look at the time: 02:28 am, it read. you closed your eyes and sighed, turning to look back up at the ceiling.

"literally, why do i do this to myself. i had a whole day to work out and yet here i am," you muttered to know one in particular. maybe it was a way to distract from the baby hairs sticking onto your forehead and the ends of my locks feeling like you'd taken a shower that you'd suddenly become hyper-aware of.

"i wonder the exact same thing."

a husky voice broke you out of your reverie. you propped yourself up on your arms as you looked over to the door that you're surprised you didn't hear open and met the striking brown eyes of a certain songstress. your eyes grew wide as you tried to sputter out an answer.

"o-oh, hey yunjin!" such a charmer, y/n. nice going.

you then got up and ran over to the couch where your towel lay and tried to at least make myself look presentable. "what're you doing here? it's so late," you asked in english.

"i could ask you the same thing, y/n," she chuckled with a shake of her head. she turned her attention to the lone yoga mat near the end of the room.

"i-i'll clean that up, don't worry!" you sputtered out. you then scuffled over to the yoga mat and started rolling it up. "anyways, what're you doing here again?"

"leader's orders. she's been trying to contact you all night," she replied nonchalantly. you cringed at the thought of worrying your chaewon-unnie. yikes...

"um, tell her i'll be home soon," you replied.

the quiet hum of the air conditioners was the only thing filling the awkward silence between you and your same-aged friend. who you also happened to be crushing on. hard. i mean, it was hard not to. she was quite literally everyone's dream girl. insanely talented, creative, witty, and not to mention, absolutely gorgeous. when she came home from the salon after dyeing her hair black for unforgiven promotions, your soul quite literally left your body.

aside from those, though, she felt like home. the whole debut process -- from getting scouted at a school talent show to moving to korea barely speaking the language -- would've been even more hellish had she not been around. your first training session with the girls was nothing short of grueling, made even more so by your evident insecurity and shyness. you sat on the couch with the girls as they chattered away nonstop among each other, their conversations going in one ear and out the other as you stared off into the distance and just let everything sink in.

"hey, you good?" she asked you in english, and the familiarity in a strange land lifted a whole weight off your shoulders.

only for it to make it so easy for you to fall into the trenches that is huh yunjin.

"i'll wash up real quick and then head home," you told her after cleaning up after yourself. she hummed noncommittally as you picked up your belongings and made your way to the hybe showers. when you came back, she was sitting patiently with her legs crossed and her phone in her hands, looking at it intently. you finally got a good look at her: how her glasses hung on for dear life at the end of her nose, how her hoodie engulfed her and made her look oh so cuddly, and how she let her hair down and had it frame her face perfectly.

goddamn, get up, y/n.

"let's get going?"

"come here, first."

she put her phone down and opened her arms up for you to come into. you confusedly put your bag down and walked over to her, only for her to turn you around and pull you into her lap. your eyes widened as you felt your heart beat against your chest. you looked down at her arms tightening around your waist, hoping your hair would cover your reddening face. that was probably fruitless though because you were certain she could feel the heat radiating off of you with her chin resting on your shoulder.

"um...care to explain?"

"i'm just feeling affectionate," she mumbled.

"ah." she probably would've clung onto kkura-unnie if she was here. i just happened to be the only person around. get up, y/n.

"besides, i haven't seen you often. you're always disappearing after our schedules; my english is getting rusty, you know?" you could hear the pout in her voice. you turned to look at her and completely underestimated the distance when she turned to look at you too, noses barely touching.

"so when chaewon-unnie was going to ask zuha to look for you, i stepped up. i missed you."

"we see each other every day though."

"but we never get to hang out."

"valid, i guess."

you broke her gaze and turned to look at yourselves in the mirror. yunjin plucked her phone up and turned her camera on.

"look, y/n."

your idol instincts turned on and posed for the camera in front of the mirror: hand on your cheek, face scrunched up in a smile as yunjin shot away until...

you felt her nosing away at your neck and leaving a little peck on the spot. there was no way she couldn't feel your heart drumming against your chest.

"cute. let's get going?"

"yeah, sure..."

[the-muppet-joker]

A rough draft of what I will send Ethan:

Hello... this is [Legal Name Redacted]. I am messaging you to apologize for how I acted when we worked together. You may recall that I cut off a piece of your beautiful green hair. I bet you are wondering why I did that. In retrospect, that was fairly strange of me. You see, I am Catholic. I had built an altar dedicated to praying to the LORD for us to one day be together (yes, a gay Catholic. We exist. God told me He had no issue with our love). I overheard you saying that you were going to dye your hair a new color and I panicked because I took the fact that we both had dyed green hair as a sign that we were meant to be. So I simply took action to preserve your hair for my altar. I had no intentions of doing anything weird or sexual with the hair as you seemed to think given your reaction. I now understand that what I did may have felt violating to you. I discovered this when I left home to live in the forest, which I did becauae my parents are getting divorced. It is very traumatic for me and honestly I would appreciate it if you would make an effort to reach out to me during this time. In any case, as I tried to sleep under a tree, I was suddenly remimded of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil in the Garden of Eden. That's odd, I thought to myself. I should not have such a vivid memory of that. Unless, perhaps, I was there when it happened in a past life. You see, I am an Adam Kin as it turns out. Yes, Adam, as in the first man. I suppose this technically makes me your father, but do not worry about that, we will figure it out. Perhaps you can call me "Daddy?" That was a joke. Do not call the police. Anyways, I unlocked kin memories of my past life, I remembered how it felt when God took my rib to crrate Eve. He did this without my consent. It felt so violating. But then I realized that my rib was just like your hair: a piece of myself taken without my consent. I am so sorry I did this to you Ethan. I am sick at myself for letting my love for you get the best of me. I will not take any more pieces of you, I promise. And maybe, if you accept my apology, we can be friends? Or more than friends if you wish, but I was quite hurt by your rejection and may need some time. Do not worry about me, though, I have a "special someone" keeping me company in the mean time... he's very sweet and, heh. Let's just say he's a muppet.

[jiminiecrickets]

another love'a little dagger drabble??🌝

oc and taehyung are doing the nasty and then jimin calls oc, tae ist jealous and picks up the phone for oc and let's jimin hear what they're doing 🌝

warnings: riding/reverse cowgirl, they're so mean to each other for no reason lol, abrupt ending oops, also ignore any continuity errors please and thank

"fuck, you're pretty."

the wet slap of skin on skin only quickens in response. it's obscene, filthy, the way he tosses his head back as he grips your knees, bouncing his tight little ass on your cock with all the crass sexuality of an early megan fox movie. sweat drips down his temple, dampening the ends of his fading red hair. it's a pinkish-orange, uneven with sun exposure and a messy bleach and dye job, but somehow it looks intentional – something like a summer beach sunset. even the striking black roots don't look ugly.

"pretty," taehyung repeats with a hiss. "pretty pretty pretty. i'm never anything else to you, am i? not hot, not sexy, just this fucking pretty. even when your dick's in me, that's all i get?"

you scoff. you'd roll your eyes, but doing so means you'd have to tear your gaze off of his ass rippling off your thighs. your palm cracks against his ass and he jerks, his cry like a snap of a whip. you massage the reddening skin absently. "you know you're both of those things. me saying them doesn't matter. shit—" your head falls back to the couch backrest as he clamps down around you, tight as as vice. "you're shaking. like getting spanked, do you, naughty thing?"

"sh-shut up," he growls, his breathy grunts and moans like melted chocolate, heavy over your senses. his lashes flutter as he drops his hips, slowing to lazily grind into you so he can remember how to breathe and to fully appreciate how fucking deep your cock reaches. "oh, god..."

to your credit, you oblige, though he knows the smirk on your face isn't going anywhere. your hands print bruises in their shape on his hips and the pain of your nails digging into his skin makes his cock throb with the shudder zinging up his spine.

he's close. so fucking close.

your phone rings.

taehyung's eyes snap open. that's a different ringtone to your default.

"ignore it," you groan, the impatience in your voice turning to annoyance as taehyung both dismisses you and leans over to pick it up from the side table. "taehyung, damn it—"

"hey, babe," jimin croons from the other side. "i'm lonely. i miss you."

you can't get a single word out before taehyung's brow knits and he grunts, "he doesn't miss you, though."

only silence filters through the phone, and taehyung's heart leaps with the joy of a victory. finally. he's lost enough to the bitch who sidelined him in the first place.

"taehyung, fuck, hang up." your hands push and pull loosely at his still hips, and when he doesn't budge, you try bucking up into him. he clenches around you and glances over his shoulder in warning, settling his entire weight on your lap to pin you down. you hiss as his heat swallows you to the hilt. "taehyung!"

taehyung turns his attention back to the phone pressed against his ear. he won't give you the satisfaction of hearing jimin's voice. "give up. you're temporary, meat to chew up and spit out. there's a reason he never hangs out with you outside of a quick fuck, you know – you've got nothing to show except your money and your ass. you're not good enough for him."

"and you are?" jimin retorts, his voice cold and sharp even as taehyung slams his hips down on your cock and moans directly into the receiver. "at least i could pay for our dates with my own money, give him everything he could ever want. you? you'd give him a single twelve-dollar rose and a blowjob, hoping he won't look too closely at how you can't even afford the touch-ups for your hair. you're pretty but held upright by bluffs and hot air."

high on the heat of your body, taehyung only lets out a breathy laugh, punctuated by a moan as your cock thrusts into him. "you think i'm bluffing? who's the one cold and lonely, and who's got him for company? oh, fuck yes—!"

"you might have him now, but i have him when it matters. people know he likes me because i can show him off in public. everyone thinks he hates you with how much he complains about you and your shitty habits," he sneers on the other side. "sure, he might only like me for my ass, but how is it any different with you? he's not dating either of us, and i'm the one he puts on his arm. sorry, honey, but i don't think you're as much of a winner as you think you are."

he hangs up immediately, and taehyung lowers the phone. he glares at the pixels spelling out his name. he tosses it aside with a huff, leaning back and bracing against your body to ride you faster, harder. your groans are music to his ears.

"shit, taehyung, slow down – gonna snap my fuckin' cock in half like that," you grunt, the squelch of lube and cum stirring arousal deep in your gut.

"gonna make you lose your mind," he purrs, "make you forget all about that other bitch. there's gonna be a time, y'know, when you have to choose. i'm showing you why you'd do well to pick me."

[yuurei20]

Hello! I'm wonder what is known about the suits of cards on the faces of the students from the Heartslabyul?

Hello hello! Thank you for this question! I think the most information about the suit symbols might come from the Magical Archives Game Guide:

"The symbols on the students’ faces are magically applied by the housewarden when they are accepted into the dormitory, who decides what their symbol will be. After that initial application, the students apply their own symbol themselves via either make-up or magic." - Twisted Wonderland Magical Archives Game Guide (2020)

(Update: this has recently been confirmed in-game!)

Since Riddle became housewarden in his first year this seems to mean that he might not have decided the symbols for the current 2nd years or for Cater and Trey, but he did assign Ace's and Deuce's!

This information doesn't seem to track with certain, in-game scenes like Riddle's and Ace's ceremonial robes vignettes where Ace is wearing the heart-shaped makeup before he has been assigned to Heartslabyul, but this is likely just a limitation of the visual-novel medium.

Another example of users being asked to use their imaginations to compensate for the limitations of the sprites comes up in Phantom Bride, where Idia describes the outfits of Riddle, Rook, Ace and Epel as "burnt and tattered," "ripped" and "sweaty," when in game they do not look any different than usual.

(Though we do get a chance to see what it is that Idia is seeing in his Suitor Suit groovy!)

Since the creator's original intent maybe couldn't be reflected in the game (possibly due to technical limitations), it seems like it would be fine to go with whatever explanation you prefer for, for example, fanfic purposes, as the sprites themselves might just not be able to reflect the official explanation, which makes what is technically "canon" into something of a paradox.

Other things that Yana mentions in the guidebook are: ・Jade and Floyd being bio-luminescent in their eel forms (which we have yet to see in the game) ・Sebek trying to grow his hair out so that he can style it all back (which has not been mentioned in any in-game dialogue) ・Rook often wearing gloves in order to not leave any fingerprints (while he is usually wearing gloves, there is no in-game explanation about why) ・Lilia dyeing his hair (it is explained that his natural hair color is black and he changes the color depending upon his mood, so it is not always pink, but this has yet to come up in the game)

As for what we have actually seen in the game, we know that the suits are capable of changing color!

Ace's heart is black for his ceremonial robes and Playfulland looks, gold for Fairy Gala IF and silver for the Platinum series, while Deuce's is blue for the Rabbit Fes event, Trey's is silver for the Platinum series and Cater's is black for his ceremonial robes.

[literary-illuminati]

2024 Book Review #48 – My Heart is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones

This is the second book by Graham Jones I’ve read, though of the two it’s easily the more famous and the first I actually heard about. I was not at all prepared going into it – this is overall an interesting and engaging read, but it’s hardly what I’d call an easy one. Not do to any failures on the book’s part, really, but it’s not trying to hold your hand and you really have to meet it where it is (the mind of a traumatized teenager with a shit life and a weird obsession as a coping mechanism).

The book is told from the very close perspective of Jade, a high school senior in a tiny mountain town that was slowly decaying in the usual way right up until the moment where a collection of lawyers, real estate develops and tech moguls fell in love with the forest on the far side of the lake and decided to transform it into the perfect new home for them to raise their families. Jade, meanwhile, is living on the ragged edge of the dying town, giving her hair a shitty new dye-job every week and more focused on avoiding her drunk asshole of a father and his friends than graduating highschool. Her true love and object devotion, though, is horror movies – slashers, specifically, Friday the 13th and Halloween and all the other formulaic gore fests of serial killers and punished indiscretions and heroic final girls. And when a pair of European tourists really are mysteriously killed well tresspassing on the lake, and she meets the gorgeous, athletic, impossibly good daughter of a tech billionaire who just has to the final girl, she realizes she must be living through one.

Horror – especially slasher horror - is one of those genres where it’s feels like there are more metacommentaries and deconstructions (for whatever meaning you give the word) than there are examples played straight these days. Even if you did make a beat-for-beat formulaic slasher movie it would probably end up reading as self-parody by default. This book goes as far in the other direction as is physically possible – Jade understands the world nigh-exclusively through the lends of slasher movies, and the narration and her internal monologue is absolutely saturated with references and comparisons to them. Like Scream squared. You will, I expect, find this either charming or utterly intolerable, but you’ll find out quite early in the book; it starts in chapter one and simply doesn’t stop.

Now, I’m not particularly sure the book has much to say about horror – that the slasher genre is intensely formulaic and oddly moralistic isn’t exactly news to anyone who even slightly cares. Instead, it’s used mostly as a characterization tool. The central tension of the book (or, at least, the first 3/4 of it) is honestly whether there’s any reality to the slasher stuff or it’s entirely Jade projecting. Which is a much more tense tension than any amount of violence is likely to be, really – you legitimately don’t know which way it will go!

One consequence of the narrative marinating in horror trivia is that the way it actually presents violence is kind of uncanny. I’m honestly not entirely sure whether it’s intentional, but when Jade has spent the entire book blithely talking and fantasizing about fictional violence and being an utter gore-head about the coming apocalyptic violence she’s so certain is on the horizon, when it actually arrives it all feels a bit oddly unreal. Which is not exactly helped by said apocalyptic violence being incredibly confusing and hard to understand from a limited perspective until the very end when it’s just outright exposited to the reader, in a way that I wasn’t sure wasn’t Jade being Jade until the monster literally walked on water.

The book really lives and dies by what you think of Jade as a character. She is a damaged, messy teenage girl who makes consistently poor choices and responds to people trying to help her by lashing out or running away. She also literally only talks about and relates to other people through Slasher movies. She also spends a large portion of the story convinced the town is going to be massacred and ambivalent about whether it deserves it (to be fair, you will probably agree). This was a genuinely difficult read to continue at several points, and it was entirely down to sympathetic cringe and secondhand embarrassment at her every social interaction. Which to be clear I consider an absolute artistic triumph! But oh it was a struggle to get through.

The book’s approach to race, class and the general experience of being marginalized is more subtle than its take on horror tropes, but at times only barely. Jade is poor, half-Indian, and stuck dealing with a profoundly shitty home life on a few different levels. She is just barely riding the edge of graduating high-school or not, and that only from some very indulgent authority figures, with no particularly bright future to look forward to. It’s not what the book is about or anything, but the book makes absolutely no effort to paint her as a prodigy or destined for great things – and the contrast between Lethe the golden girl daughter of oligarchs is sharply and painfully clearly drawn, in how they are treated, how they go through life, and what sort of lives they seem to be cruising towards.

I am told this is the first book in a trilogy, and I’ve got to admit I have no fucking idea why or what the sequels could possibly be about. I also feel no real impulse to go chasing after them, but I’ll probably get around to it at some point.