#ty for sending !! ♥♥

[real-life-cloud]

26 w/ krbk? 👀

teehee thank you !! such a cute prompt.. very fun to write! ♥ i sort of mixed it with '23: waking up' a little bit hehe

you can read the drabble on ao3 → here

you can see the prompt list → here

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Prompt 26: Bed Hair wordcount: 1.2k

Eijirou was used to waking up alone.

The last time he’d slept in the same bed as someone was probably when he was a little kid. He used to sneak into his older sister’s room when he had nightmares. But the last time that happened must’ve been nearly a decade ago. He hardly slept anywhere but his own room.

So when he woke up that early summer morning, his first thought was, ‘Where am I?’ 

That was a quickly answered question. His memories of the night before drifted back in pieces—he invited himself over to Bakugou’s house for a sleepover. Bakugou complained about it the entire time, but he never told him to leave. He was funny like that. Eijirou had a lot of fun that night, they did some of their summer school work together and played video games. Dinner was great, and Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou seemed to really like him, too.

When it came time for them to sleep, (Bakugou’s eyes began to droop around 8 o’clock, but he dutifully stayed up with EIjirou until 10 PM. Eijirou didn’t have the heart to tell him that was still early for him.) instead of staying on a mattress on the floor, Bakugou told him to, “Shut the fuck up and sleep on that side of the bed. It’s plenty big enough.”

So he easily came to his senses and realized he was in Bakugou’s room, in Bakugou’s bed.

His second thought was, ‘Holy shit, I’m basically cuddling Bakugou.’ 

They were facing each other, Eijirou’s own arm slung over his friend’s torso. The shared covers were a twisted and tangled mess, and their legs were much the same. He distinctly remembered falling asleep facing away from each other, not touching. They must’ve both chased each other’s warmth in their sleep. His face reddened at the thought.

His third thought wasn’t much of a thought at all, really. More of a feeling—a tug at his heart, a hold on his lungs. Because Bakugou looked serene.

His face was completely relaxed for once, something Eijirou didn’t think he’d ever seen before. He wondered if anyone had. He felt a little boost to his ego at the thought.

It was a rare sight to see his face so smoothed out. All the harsh lines and wrinkles of his usual scowls and sneers were nowhere to be seen. And it wasn’t like his more blank, bored face either. He looked so calm, so vulnerable. The side of his face was pressed into his pillow, and Eijirou thought he spotted a line of drool, much to his amusement. He had one hand clutching onto the sheets with the other just barely grazing Eijirou’s chest. His breathing was slow and easy.

Eijirou could’ve stared all morning.

Of course, it was right then that Bakugou’s eyebrows pinched together and he began to stir.

It was like all the bitterness in his body came back in stages. First his eyebrows, then his nose scrunched up. A twitch of his mouth, a flex of his fingers. He nuzzled his head in his pillow a little more, like he was fighting against wakefulness. Eijirou watched it happen with both curiosity and endearment. He could feel a dumb smile make its way onto his face.

Bakugou pried one eye open, and Eijirou belatedly thought that maybe he shouldn’t be staring so hard. Probably too late for that now.

Red eyes, sharper than his own, bleared at him sleepily. Bakugou looked confused for a handful of seconds, before he rubbed at his eyes. The shift made Eijirou realize he still had an arm wrapped around him—he took it back a little too quickly.

“Uh, morning, man!” He said with a toothy grin. He hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

Bakugou grumbled back, saying something with little resemblance to actual words. His voice sounded lower than usual.

Once Bakugou took his hand away from his face and looked at Eijirou with clear eyes, though, he paused. Then, Bakugou did the last thing he would’ve ever expected. He laughed.

It started small. An unbelieving huff, not much of a laugh at all. Followed by a snort, then a wheeze.

“What?” Eijirou asked, thoroughly confused.

Bakugou muffled his laughter.

“What is it??” He asked a little louder, an embarrassed smile creeped onto his face. He pushed up from the bed and cocked his head to the side. And that was the final straw.

A sharp bark of laughter broke from Bakugou’s throat, followed by a positively evil sounding giggle. If asked, he’d liken it to a witch’s cackle or maybe a snickering goblin. Eijirou adored the sound of it.

He had never heard him laugh like that before. Usually, his laughter was mean and mocking. But this was something pure. Unadulterated amusement. He never wanted it to stop.

But he still didn’t know what was so funny. Did he look funny? Reflexively, he looked down at his pajamas to see if he had somehow changed into something ridiculous in his sleep. But it was the same blue tank top and plain sweat shorts that he remembered changing into. His visible confusion just made Bakugou laugh harder.

His laughter was contagious. Eijirou felt a chuckle of his own bubble up in his chest. “Why are you laughing at me, dude!?”

Bakugou calmed down enough to catch his breath, but still had to fight a giggle to get his words out. “Look in a fucking mirror or something, idiot. Oh my god.” He finally said.

Eijirou felt around the bed for his phone in a hurry and quickly pulled up his camera app, then set the camera to front facing mode. He noticed straight away.

“Oh.” Was all he said. It had Bakugou falling apart in giggles again.

It was his hair. Oh god, his hair. He must’ve fallen asleep without taking the gel out again. But even the couple times this happened before, it didn’t look this silly. You’d think it would be hard for his hair to look messy, since he spiked it in all directions anyway. But he would have you know that he worked very hard to make his hair look a certain way. Every spike was in its place. Usually. But definitely not that morning.

Most of his hair was going in one direction, with a steep cliff of a flattened edge where his head had rested on his pillow. The back was a mangled mess, like he’d shook his head back and forth in his sleep too much. One horn was still proudly pointed up and the other was stuck to his forehead. He couldn’t blame Bakugou for laughing. 

He started laughing in earnest, too. “Oh my god, I look so stupid.”

“I know!” Bakugou wheezed.

They laughed for a good long while. It would simmer down back into quiet, but all it took was them catching eyes and they’d both be back in stitches. Eijirou’s face hurt from how much he was smiling. His chest felt full to the brim with affection, spilling out with every wheeze and giggle. Bakugou looked so pretty when he was happy. He wanted to stay like this forever.

His next thought that morning was, ‘I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life.’ Bedhead and all.

[mrgladstonegander]

Tell me about Della Pheobe

her name is Phoebe Pekin in my version, and honestly shes not that different 😅 Della had the most changes in DT17 compared to the rest of the duckverse by a long shot and I love her so much its hard to re-imagine her

the most major difference is that she doesn't land on the moon, but waayyyy fuck off into space. So far that she runs into an inter-galactic society. After doing some odd jobs and finding a way to communicate with other aliens she starts her 10 year odyssey back home. (literally the Odyssey [Homer] but in space. I'll get back to the exact details on that after i actually finish reading the Odyssey lol)(luckily for her, she's gone 10 years not 20)

she's still Artemis/Selene's #1 fav person ever tho. The Spear of Selene is changed to the Arrow of Artemis, and her disappearance also greatly affect Archie/Gyro alongside everyone else.

i'm still planning out the outline so I'm not sure exactly when she comes back, but I do want her to have enough time to bond with the kids, the cousins, and Archie

[txna-blxckthorn]

CONGRATS ON 300 TINYYYYYYYYYYYYYY U DESERVE IT AND SO MUCH MORE

CIULD I HAVE A SUNFLOWER PLEASEEE

AWWW TYSM RIYANA ILY <3333333 sorry this took so long btw I’m on vacation

Sunflower - Ask for a positivity boost or a motivational quote. (mutuals only)

Umm so idk what you wanted so I chose positivity boost

Did you know that dog surfing is a real thing? It’s so cute honestly, people even hold competitions for it. Watch a video here because it’s adorable :)

ty for participating in my follower event!

[lielove]

"You're standing face to face with 'I told you so'."

chappel roan sentence starters.

i told you so . . .

what a phrase that was !! unfamiliar yet familiar all the same . . . nobody likes hearing it, and yet when they do it's usually for a good reason. there had been times when she was with b-komachi where some of her fellow groupmates had said it to one another . . .

of course ai-chan would get the solo, i told you so !!

it had been said within earshot, clearly meant to hurt her and yet all she had done at the time was shrug it off.

. . . this time, however.

❝ umm. . . ❞

it didn't feel as bad even though she had made a mistake. she had never been the brightest, it's only natural that she'd make a few mistakes every now and again . . . !!

a smile and a laugh is given, ❝ . . . yeah, you're right !! i should have listened to you !! ❞

[whirling-fangs]

icons only - Shinobu scolding him.

Send “Icons only” and something for my muse to react to // accepting!!

[ofspark]

𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒏.

@celestrahl asked: "tell me how it got this way." from noel!

𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 in her bones when his words brought her pause? Was it silent enough that the turmoil laden sinew may yet creak aloud && give away her guilt? This mantle she upholds as champion is one of choice. An atonement; the willingness to become an eternal epitaph for the weight of all that has transpired. For there is truth in a mercy by the hand of a goddess. She should not breathe, should not be given the grace to walk within this stone edifice---her existence should be comprised of crystal. But by Etro's hand, she is all that stands between a slumbering goddess && a being that has since spiraled into his own darkness. "Sacrifice.. and the repercussions that come with it." More a musing, more a thought than statement; the breath she takes in is shallow midst the furrow of her brow. One that sees her gaze cast over the curvature of pauldron, a glance to an endless sea beyond still sands. Careful footfalls carry her nearest ledge && resplendent blues take to the sight of coming tide. A glance to her company ensues && it is devoid of malice. She is neither aggravated nor cross. This responsibility she upholds is one that has since melded itself into the fabrication of her existence. A dedication held taut to the soul to safeguard against the what ifs. Steel in her voice, pride in her shoulders. "We've all got our parts to play. It's a race against oblivion." Oblivion. She can still hear the callous voice that uttered his intentions as their blades crossed. The bellow of steel that clashed---it still rings in her ears.

[dokoni-mo]

Micheal: *pencil drumming on the coffee table*

Reader: *rat brain is starting up*

William: Micheal i regret crapping you out of my balls.

Micheal: *drumming harder*

Reader: four big guys….yessir…

William: my love?

Reader: FOUR BIG GUYS AND THEY GRAB ON MY THIGHS-

Micheal: BLOW UP MY GUTS LIKE THE FOURTH OF JULY-

William: *starts praying*

SO SWAG 🦀✨

LMAAOOOO IDK WHY BUT WILL JUST CASUALLY HATING ON MIKE IS TAKING ME OUT 💀💀💀

nah but will would be like "who are these guys??? tell me their names only i can grab on those thighs. am i not big enough of a guy for you??"

[liightbringr]

𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐳: 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬.

@opyre asked: " i'm sorry ... it's been hard , hasn't it ? "

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 surrounding them. Oh, how daunting it is. How suffocating. All that can be heard is the cresting of waves against rocks below. This cliffside had become her refuge for the few moments of respite in their journey. Perched here so that she might displace, if only briefly. She is not cross with him in inserting himself into her moment of silence. There is no crassness to be had. They are comrades, after all. Beings on the same path to ensure the same goal sees fruition. Dominants of proud eikons, just the same. She can feel the coiling of Zodiark deep within her. Where they make a home in her bones && slither 'round the sinew in sanctuary. The chosen vessel for one of the original gods. The rebel. Outcast from kin where it sought out the perfect candidate to see through to the realm's end, or perhaps it's new beginning. Whatever the case may be, if Ultima comes to their victory.. she would be the one to burn the world. "I appreciate your concern." Her accent is one of Waloed. After all, it's the shore that she washed upon so many years ago. Raised up in their ways before binding herself to a life of wandering. "However.. I do not believe myself deserving of it. I knew full well what may come. It is no different from being at war." Her posture corrects as she rises to her feet, gingerly dusting herself off before allowing wondrous blues to direct themselves to her company over the crest of her shoulder. It comes with brightness of simper. A smile gentle && warm, betraying the weariness in her fingertips. "But I have hope. Do you?"

[shilohgreen]

o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . // @kingofdisrepute

a man surrounded by what is familiar. an entire home designed to PREVENT surprises, with windows peering out into the world more than the world peers in. an intrusion approaches, blinding headlights into his safe haven. will is already on his front porch, slipping on his winter coat and squinting against the harsh light in a futile effort to spot the driver.

the ignition turns over, the car door shuts. at least will knows him. finally, the trespasser is revealed and will's brow creases, his body language stiff— a blank canvas, open for interpretation, void of any tells, and yet, for that very reason, EERIE.

"zeller." a statement of the obvious, but a greeting nonetheless. "...what's brought you to my doorstep so late?" a note of curiosity in his voice, a lilt of interest with the understanding that whatever zeller's reason may be, it must be good.

[deliev]

which chore is the one they dread doing the most?

Vael is generally a neat person but when it comes to sweeping it's her least favorite chore to do. More specifically sweeping rugs, they never seem to get clean enough?

[ahogedetective]

" you're my family too. " // ( 😭😭😭 )

{Soft and Sweet Sentence Starters - x !! }

Ari is his precious little sister, as he's her dear big brother; so her words should have been a given. And yet, it was something about her, outright stating that he's her family as well, that tugged at Shuichi's heartstrings. "Ari..." Knowing that he became so important to her like this.... it made him happier than he could ever describe it. He couldn't help but become a little emotional, as he kneels down, and opens his arms wide for a hug.

"Aww sweetheart, come here..." And if she does, he'll pull her right into a big, soft hug. "That makes me so happy to hear.... I always want to be your family, Ari. Like you'll always be mine..." A hand going to gently stroke her hair, he continues. "You know, before I met you, I was always an only child. While I didn't mind it at the the time, I was always curious what being a big brother would feel like. And now... I know it's the best feeling ever. Thank you for entering my life, Ari. It became so much brighter and happier, because of you.... and I promise, to always be a bright sun in yours, too, and to do anything to always make you happy. I love you. Thank you for making an already great day with you, even better by just those words alone..."

[jzargo]

3, 9, 13 for aurel/wyll 👀

ahhh thank you ten!!! ♥♥♥

romance asks

3. When they are having a fight, what is it about and how do they deal with it? 

I think 'big' fights are a rarity for Aurel and Wyll. They don't really have any strong ideological differences, and neither one is prone to getting angry at the other. Wyll may sometimes tease Aurel, and Aurel will get huffy about it for a little while, but that's not really a fight (and Aurel isn't really upset, he's just sensitive and it's not Wyll's fault he's Extremely Teasable.)

I think the biggest thing that leads to potential disagreements between them is that Aurel is much, much more prone to being petty, spiteful, and vengeful. Wyll is capable of this too (like in his ending where you go hunt Mizora with him) but not to the same extent that Aurel is. Wyll is normally capable of talking Aurel down from these moments, but in certain instances (like coming face to face with the order of paladins responsible for the death of Aurel's first love, Philo), Aurel is much less willing to forgive and forget. He becomes capable of a level of cruelty in those situations that alarms Wyll. And while normally a gentle touch or a soft word is enough for Wyll to coax Aurel into a calmer state, in those rare instances where Aurel is too far into his own vengeance Wyll has to plead with and rebuke Aurel.

They probably go back and forth for a bit "If you kill these men for simply associating with the Order that killed your love, how are you any different?" "They chose this, I did not" "They chose to defend the light; their comrades thought that meant burning the world. Do not punish them for their brethren mistake." "They would burn me and my father if given half a chance." It's...messy, it displays a side of Aurel that Wyll isn't accustomed to seeing, but I do think Wyll is eventually able to coax Aurel down from his anger. Because, at the end of the day, Aurel loves Wyll more than he hates the paladins who killed Philo.

9. How open are they with their feelings?

It definitely depends on what stage of the relationship they're at. They were both keeping things fairly close to their chest at the beginning, and Aurel especially was trying to remain emotionally distant from Wyll. Aurel is a dhampir, he has had many a bad experience with monster hunters, he was preparing himself for disaster as soon as Wyll found out who and what he really was.

Except the other shoe never dropped. And then the only thing stopping Aurel from being actually open about his budding feelings for Wyll was his own self-doubt and anxiety regarding romantic relationships. However, when it comes to romantic relationships Aurel is Exceptionally Bad At Hiding His Feelings. He is putting up big blaring neon signs that say "I like you but I'm afraid of attachment." Wyll has to do quite a bit of coaxing to get Aurel to admit to him his anxieties regarding romance.

But once they're in an established relationship? Oh they are open BOOKS. It's sickening. Aurel is cuddling up to Wyll next to the campfire. They're calling each other stupid nicknames. They're reciting poetry to one another. They find every excuse to hold hands. If one of them gets injured in a fight the other is on them the MOMENT they are able to so they can fuss and worry.

13. How do they react at being away from each other?

Aurel is definitely the more clingy of the two: when Wyll leaves he pines. Of course, if Aurel has something to do, he's fine. But if he just has to wait? Oh he's counting down the days until Wyll is back. He is staring wistfully out the window wondering when his husband will return from the war (Wyll just went to the market, Aurel, stop being so dramatic). When Wyll returns Aurel is on him in an instant and cuddling him and kissing him and asking how his day was and oh darling you look so tired here let me draw you a bath let me cook you a meal -

Wyll is a bit more accustomed to solitude, so he copes a lot better (even though he certainly still misses him), but there is an inescapable sense of joy he feels when they're back together and Aurel instantly starts pampering and fussing over him again.

[lielove]

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?   & lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ? /right back at u two! 🫶 pun absolutely intended btw 🫡💖

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 || accepting !!

begonia ;

i'd say that this depends !! obviously she's aware of things that can happen in the entertainment industry, and she's taken efforts to keep herself as safe as she can ( except for getting a door chain lock, but she didn't learn about those in the orphanage !! )

ai herself is a loner despite her appearances and the front she puts up, oshi no ko talks about how ai didn't really HAVE any friends. she had her groupmates but they were just that ; groupmates. she likely trusted her producer to an extent, and she trusted miyako enough to take care of her children when she was doing her idol work but... outside of that i don't imagine that she trusted a lot of people.

given her upbringing, it's really understandable that she DOESN'T trust a lot of people - her mother didn't care about her, and she didn't have a father - she was living in the orphanage for much of her life and she doesn't have a lot of the same learned experiences that many other people had.

when it comes to red flags... she notices some, but others probably fly right over her head. and i wouldn't say it's paranoia that keeps her from trusting others, rather it's the childhood and the life she before she became an idol.

lavender ;

it's incredibly difficult to truly gain ai's trust, but she's good at pretending that you have. as a woman that lived a life full of lies and secrecy, and once again considering the childhood she had it's really fair that she has trust issues. just as it's fair to say that it's easy for her to act like she trusts someone - in the entertainment world you have to always put your best food forward, you always have to smile and you always have to act like your buddy-buddy with everyone around you.

she can probably count the amount of people that she trusts on one hand, tbh !!

if you were someone that DID manage to break down her walls and get her to trust you i'd say that it's incredibly hard to regain her trust... to the point that i'd almost say that there's NO way to get it back. but once again, she'd probably also lie to the person that broke her trust and say that it's okay and that she forgives them - simply because of the cutthroat world that she lives in and having enemies is dangerous.

[whirling-fangs]

The entrance brings a smell much different to the flowery aroma the Lord Founder usually floods the rooms with. There's something small and fuzzy tucked in Douma's arms as he approaches Inosuke with a saccharine smile.

" Heeey, how is my favorite troublemaker doing today? Did you have fun picking flowers with Miss Kotoha this morning?" Douma cants his head sweetly. The sound of his voice seems to rouse whatever hides in his hold. " I have a little surprise for you~ Here, open your arms. " He expects some hesitance, but he will insist. " Come on, open them wide, so you can hold him... like this. Here. "

And so the small creature unfolds and is held up rather ceremoniously, with its stripped tail dangling. The furball squeals, struggling to escape the uncomfortable hold as it is passed onto the child. A matted, filthy baby raccoon dog.

" Monk Yuzui found him in the gardens. He says the poor guy was left behind by his mother. That's such a horrible way to start your life... " He shakes his head slowly, momentarily sporting a pensive expression. " Oh well! At least he's safe here with us now, right? Would you like to keep him and take care of him? "

( give my muse an item meme except it's a whole pet, you're welcome!!! )

Give my muse an item and see how they react! // accepting

A wince immediately came to curl at the child's lips. He couldn't have an entire day without an unpleasant encounter, could he?

The flower picking had been an excuse to get out of the manor. They were kept to the confines of the garden, of course, yet the fresh air and the sun's rays always brought Inosuke more joy and energy than anything else. Except perhaps a good meal.

His brow quirked as he felt something thrash nearby. His attention taken away from the flowers he had been trying to arrange, as he located the source of the ruckus within the monster's arms. Dread filled his chest for a second, at the thought that this might be some sort of trap, yet another fake animal brought to chase after him... or so he believed, until he saw fur poking from the man's fine clothes.

Inosuke held his arms out, eager to rescue the poor creature from the cold hands. He let it rest in the crook of his elbows, making sure to keep his hold loose enough that the creature could wiggle free and not suffocate. Oddly enough, the thrashing little thing seemed to instantly quiet down.

"How does he know it was left behind? Did he see the mother leave?" Inosuke cried out, cradling the dirty little thing closer. "Maybe she was just out to look for food! You can't just take someone's baby!"

"It's a racoon dog, right? I've seen it in the picture books! It belongs in the wild, not trapped inside a house!"

"I'm gonna go look for her." He decided, standing up with the fierce stubborn energy that was so characteristic of him. Inosuke always took such matters straight to the heart.

[silvrmoon]

" touch yourself for me. " --- theo to blair.

a soft, bubbly giggle escapes the blonde's throat, pearly whites sinking into her bottom lip in a failed attempt to muffle the sound. " oh, you like to watch, huh ? " tilting her head to the side, slender fingers travel south down her stomach, brushing slowly against the already soaked fabric of her panties as her piercing blue gaze stays locked with his warmer one. " and what do i get in return ? "

[slaycheer]

@familybyerstm​   said   :   i almost did it … glad that i didn’t ( Jane )

          𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐘         to   feel   the   WARMTH   of   sun   upon   skin   /   the   soreness   of   joint   more   WELCOMED   than   INDIGNANT.     chrissy   cunningham   is   saved   !     hawkins’   FAVORED   cheerleader   has   escaped   monsters,   alternate   dimensions   and   death   but   hardly   of   own   VOLITION.   it   is   all   thanks   to   towns   merry   band   of   MISFITS,   too.   but   mostly   HER.   jane   . . .   or   EL   hopper.

          brows   knit,   words   on   tip   of   tongue   feel   HEAVY,   unsure.   an   APOLOGY   or   thank you   mixing   within   train   of   thought,     ❛   i-i’m   glad   too.   ❜         eyes   casted   downwards   to   look   at   the   younger   girl,     ❛   you   . . .   you’ve   SACRFICED   so   much,   i   don’t   know   how   to   thank   you   for   that.   ❜