#until it became a staple 🥺🥺

[lifemod17]

Like I'm sorry are you seeing how much this man was INTO IT when he sang Would That I earlier?!??

Also the curls were curling, oh my goodness 😍

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Saratoga Springs || 05/19/2024

[appri-dot]

Pls infodump I wanna know stuff Abt ur ocs🥺🥺🥺🐟🐟

I SAVED THIS ASK FOR WHEN I GET INTO AN OC RAMBLING MOOD BUT I SHOULD PROBABLY JUST USE IT THIS ISN'T UNO!!! OKAY SO UHM- LET ME TALK ABOUT SOME GUYS THAT I NEVER EVER DO! under read more though because they are embarrassing..sigh

Anyway, back to fun things! BSS and Reserved Complex are my dynamic duo Iterator ocs.

Reserved Complex was an early-age Iterator ontop of a preexisting city, she was extremely populated an adored. As they had already grown fond of her before she was created by where she was placed. effectively presenting her as the conscious embodiment of home. As the movement for ascension developed and became more feasible the overly attached iterator started a campaign against it, and even attempted to dissuade her citizens from partaking until forced correction had disabled her ability to propagandize.

She couldn't do anything. And it ruined her a bit.

She became obsessed with their absence, interested in the evolution of life that sprouted from it. Her local group saw her as a very maternal figure, posed as graceful and a parallel to ancients. She earned the trust and adoration of many aside from an individual named Brothers Sworn Secrecy.

Brothers Sworn Secrecy is sort of controversial, he was made to solve the great problem, but a division of ancients who were adverse to the common culture developed on his superstructure. Hedonism and taboo acts were a staple, hidden by a shared sense of secrecy amongst the population. Where they would live to experience pleasure until the era of ascension.

BSS was very VERY closed off because of this, it was obnoxious how impossible it was to communicate with him or his citizens. Until finally there was a seizure of his people to be quickly straightened out for their negative influences, and BSS was abandoned, left with a gift of independence, acutely aware of each and every functional system inside and out of his can, as they one day hoped he could join them.

He had kept all the secrets they buried with himself, removing himself from the local group communications and dedicating his life to secretly discovering the taboo of self elimination.

And everyone lived that way, existing through cycles and cycles with no real deviation from their previous experiences. Until RC did something so unacceptable and offensive that she was effectively blacklisted from any and all communications. (She tried to force the evolution of a new sapient species to replace the ancients, revealing that thousands of cycles of trust lead to some unholy abomination that triggered taboos never considered)

Afterwards she considered trying to communicate with BSS who didn't exactly have her blocked but was just literally off radar. Developing a means to earn the consideration and grace of the group again by using BSS as her target. She made a slugcat🥰 awww! One with a short lifespan and in such a way that it couldn't exactly function properly, and the only thing it could do was reach BSS...atleast that's what it hid itself as. It was an infection, it could breed and fast, as cycles past the creature would essentially just die and have its children die aswell. Many cycles, many generations. Destroying the local ecosystem of BSS's structure, like a virus.

Nothing stopped them, they had no message, and they had no mercy.

So he eventually reinstated his communication to everybody's shock to plea for help and beg anybody to save him. That's where RC steps in. Basically working to "fix" the issue. Using her gross abomination lizards to kill the slugcats in mass. But they couldn't really persist against a monument of icky critters. And RC knew they wouldn't.

BSS as of current is managed by the group as a sick loser. RC earning her spot back as the sweet and tender mother who only wants what's best. And she would've gotten away with it if it weren't for that meddling slugcat!!!! (Leech)

I NEED TO STOP BEFORE I REACH SOME KIND OF LIMIT!!! I LOVE THESE TWO SO SO SO SO MUCH THEY MAKE ME SICK AND ILL AND CLAP MY HANDS, the reason I'm embarrassed and don't talk about them much is because they are what I call, "unofficial fandom ocs" I don't know enough canon story elements to confidently talk about them aloud because there might be some lore inconsistencies in how they are portrayed

Also there's other dudes lol

[acequinz]

its a staple in toku, it wasn't unstil 01 that we got a full-fledged tertiary or third rider, or third rider credited after the secondary, its a takahashi written show.

Saber dialed back by having Saber but also didn't because Reika was a fantastic villain... well until her brother came into the scene

one step forward, two steps back.

Sophia became a rider... but we only saw it once

Revice was revolutionary because all the siblings became riders and are credited first 2nd and 3rd, and we got more in hana.

the first female rider isn't even categorized a rider, Tackle.

kiriko was snubbed in drive

minato was killed protecting a man

mayu only got a few outings as a rider

tsukuyomi only henshin-ed once

kivala was a movie-exclusive rider and we didn't even get to see her fight

Great now I will talk about the shows I know.

Kiriko didn't become a rider?

Not that big of an issue, she still was important to the story and had very important roles along the way, she also added to the chemistry among the characters and was the major reason the 3 even fought together.

You know what that is? A female character who helped the male characters growth without dying and actually had a big impact on the progress of the plot while maintaining her own personality

The reason her and shinnosuke as a couple are so popular is because they don't take away from each other's characters but add to it.

The first female rider wasn't called a rider?

So she had her own position? How was her story arc? Being a rider is not the best win for a female character if you don't write her well.

I don't know who tsukuyomi is yet, but I am guessing the zi-o girl.

I have only seen 4 episodes of it I think and I will tell you this, she had more presence and effect in just those 4 episodes than some of Yuya's other female characters.

Then you talked about Reika, well even that got take by her brother and she was someone who was 🥺 for him. But won't say much cause I didn't really get far enough with the anyway.

It is a staple in toku, it shouldn't be, it's still shitty writing. Everyone has written some bad characters but Yuya takes the cake with how often and how actually bad I have seen his takes be.

Shall we take a count?

women without a control on their life.

Neon

Tsumuri

Yaiba

Neon was still among the better ones. Actually his best among women, the bar is that low.

Tsumuri is a navigator and has to do her job no matter what gets saved by Ace.

Yaiba was under Gai's control. So badass but still dancing on the palm of his hand.

Characters meant to lead the men on their journey without much of a personality of their own.

Poppy (sorry I love you, but you are literally a bugster programmed a certain way) but she does get her own personality and has some good emotional evolution, so i would set her right beside neon on that scale.

I am sorry I forgot her name from 01, she was a navigator too in a sense.

Tsumuri once more- her position is literally a navigator.

Characters who died at least once to give the character final boost for power.

Hiro's girlfriend

Poppy dies

01 girl dies

Sara dies

Ace's mom dies

Seriously hoping Tsumuri doesn't have to die.

Yuya will never do the female characters justice.

Neon and Poppy are two characters that were completely ruined, but there's still 10 episodes left for neon and Tsumuri... Let's see how that goes.

Hopes underground.

[queers-gambit]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU FELLOW VIRGO!!! 💜💜🥳🥳 I’m so glad you’re here and staying strong and positive! Hope you could/ can celebrate with all your loved ones and have a great time!!!!!!!!!!! 💜

And may I ask for the prompt "you have to talk to me - I can't read your mind!" (91.) with Tommy Shelby? 🥺💜 That’s all I need 🥺

virgo babies!!! how grateful i am that YOU are here, too, my sweet!!! love you tremendously!!! thank you so very much!!!

i hope this tickles your pickle 🖤

Coming Home

prompt 91: "you have to talk to me - i can't read your mind!"

pairing: Tommy Shelby x female!reader fandom masterlist: Peaky Blinders word count: 2k+ words warnings: explicit language

They used to be a significant staple in Small Heath; where Tommy Shelby prowled, usually, his pretty woman was hung off his arm with a menacing glare of her own. Not dissimilar to a guard dog, it was rare to see one without the other; and often, at the dinner table, patrons of the neighborhood took silent bets on when the middle Shelby boy would pop the question.

Sure, they were young; but love never shone brighter than when radiated from those two. Tommy was rightfully obsessed, and she was head-over-heels for the second eldest Shelby son. Everything he said, or did, resonated with her; stuck to her soul; filled her with love and light.

She was an only child, but with Greta being her closest friend, it was like she suddenly had a sister. And being as Tommy had loved her since they were children, he didn't mind spending his time with the love of his life and her dying friend. It was calm when together.

However, when Greta lost the good fight, Tommy's woman wasn't the same; despair and grief has a way of reconstructing a person. She became harsher, cold like the winter snow; and unpredictable, as if testing the bounds of life, similar to that of a raging thunderstorm. Tommy hated watching his lover waste away from grief, and always did what he thought would help; despite her reverence and distance she created between them.

He didn't give up... Until the war, and he was forced to leave her.

Telling her that he had to leave was the hardest thing Tommy's ever done in his life. It was only a few months after Greta passed, and she was beside herself with grief over the idea of losing her lover, too. She needed Tommy around due to her fear of being alone, but now he was to leave her, too - and she had no honest idea what to do.

"Please, don't go," she begged, holding the lapels of his uniform jacket as a last-ditch effort. The train's whistle sounded behind them, the platform still crowded and noisy. "Tom - my love - please. Jus' run away wit' me. Jus' come away wit' me, please... Don't leave me."

Her Irish accent was slurred with emotion, making Tommy's stony heart sink to his stomach. "You know I can't, sweetheart," he murmured, petting a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'll miss you more than life, doll, wait - please, don't cry. Know I hate seein' yah cry."

"Then don't leave me," she whispered back; eyes and cheeks soaking from the tears she had tried in vain to keep at bay.

"I will come back to you," he promised. "We'll be okay."

He kissed her deeply, passionately; letting Polly hand her baby Finn to hug Tommy goodbye, before the men were swept away by the crowds loading onto the train.

But it was the first lie Tommy told her. While he did come home, he wasn't the same - no man ever was who came back from war. He was cold, distant, rude, detached, and aloof to all things - save for his business.

In the meantime, she had helped Aunt Polly not just keep the Shelby business afloat, but thriving; beginning expansion processes, and ironing out details for future developments when the men returned. Everything in Small Heath changed - again. Men returned and took their old jobs, leaving the once-independent women to be pushed to the sidelines; only, Polly refused to bow out quietly.

With the return of all three Shelby brothers, life was supposed to go back to 'normal', but everyone in Small Heath walked on eggshells when they noted the absence of her on Tom's arm. The distance between the two created tension that the entire town - and Tom's business partners - all felt.

And then... The other woman moved to town.

Grace was a beautiful, blonde, well-put-together woman who had stolen Tommy's eye the moment she breezed into her new job at the Garrison pub. And Tom's girl was forced to watch the pair glide around one another like a pair of courting swans, all delicate when she had endured his hardening edges from before. It wasn't fair. It fucking hurt to watch the two slowly grow closer together; strengthening their trust and desire in one another.

Small Heath was sure to burn when Tom's girl caught sight of them.

Yet, when Tommy was dancing around Grace, he kept an eye on his woman. He noted the way she had retreated into herself and often avoided all of the Blinders, yet couldn't walk away from her in-full. He knew he never could move on from her, and while Grace was a nice distraction, his woman was all Tommy knew and all he wanted.

When he came home and saw her on the train's platform, he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and never let go. Yet she just held an older-Finn's hand as the three men disembarked their train, letting the little boy rush forward to greet his big brothers. When Tommy looked up, she had disappeared; and he didn't know until later, that Finn only ever knew about Arthur, Tommy, and John because of the way she kept them all alive with conversation and stories. Finn was far too young to remember them when they first left for war, and Tom's heart lightened at the idea of his woman telling Finn bedtime stories of them all.

For weeks, the isolation continued, and Tommy hated how he decided to cope. Smoking opium seemed the only remedy for Tom's overactive mind; yet, one night, he found himself wondering the dark, damp, cold brick streets of Birmingham. With about 4 or 5 glasses of whiskey under his belt, Tom had skipped the pipe, and chose to wonder around with a half-drank bottle of whiskey held in a loose fist.

His feet lead him to her old family home, and up to her front door; his heart forcing his hand to raise and pound against the wood. The bottle sloshed as he took another unsteady pull of alcohol, setting the bottle aside to a stone step to let him time to adjust his suit jacket and vest. He wanted to look presentable - to show her that he hadn't changed as much as she thought.

When she opened the dark wood that separated them, he only caught a glimpse of half her face before she was adverting her gaze and keeping the door between them, as if a shield. Tommy breathed her name, wanting to reach out and feel her flesh, but only felt confusion when she answered, "What do you need, Mr. Shelby? It's barely acceptable to visit a lady at this hour."

"'Mr. Shelby'?" He repeated with distain, rolling his eyes slightly as he readjusted his position in discomfort. "Since when have you called me anything other than Tommy? Hey, sweetheart?"

"Since everything changed."

"What's changed, love, hmm? 'M still here."

She scoffed, "Everything's changed, Shelby. Now, please - "

"Doesn't have to be different," he shrugged some, cutting her off. "Can try to go back - to how we were. Before..."

"Why? Why go back? There's nothing left, Tommy."

"Hey? What're yeh on about?"

Her sigh was heard from behind the door, "Jus' get on, Tom. 'S late. Don't need anyone seein' yah here, at this hour, then report it back t'yer woman. Go on, get gone."

Tommy's foot shoved between the door and frame, preventing her from shutting it in full. "What're yah on about? I have no woman - not since you decided we weren't worth anything."

"Me!?" she snarled, hand tightening to a white-knuckle grip on the dark wooden door. "Yer the one who left!"

"I had to fight - "

"'Had'!?" His woman raged, ripping the door open to glare at him in full. "Yeh had t'fight, is it? Yeh had t'leave me? Hey? I didn't do this t'us, I needed yah - an' yeh left!"

"I was needed - "

"No! They didn't need yah - but I surely did! Hey? One man made a big ol' difference, did he?" She snarled, pain dripping off every syllable. "One man made a difference in that whole bloody war?"

"Maybe I did," Tommy sneered. "Maybe I did make a difference - "

"Then why're yeh botherin' me now!? Hey!? Fuck are yeh doin' here, Thomas?"

"Because you have to talk to me - I can't read your mind! I want to know what's goin' on with yah - why you're so far from me!"

It made her pause, almost shrinking away from his glare and heavy panting. "Fuck are yeh on about?" She asked quietly. "'M right here..."

"No, you're not. Since I've come home," Tommy panted, head shaking minimally, "you've avoided me like the plague, and I need to know why. Why're you avoiding me? We used to be... So much more, doll, why're you against me now?"

"'M not against yeh, Tommy..."

"No? Then what're yah?"

She sighed, leaning on the inside of the doorframe to meekly meet his blazing gaze, "'M not who yeh want anymore, an' I know tha'... I jus' never wanted t'admit it. Means I'd have ta let yah go... 'M not ready ta."

Tommy's head shook again, "You would think so little of me? That I'd fall for any woman with a pretty smile, when I had you? That I'd want any woman - when I had you?"

The woman shifted on her feet shyly, glancing to her feet, and asking in a whisper, "'Had' me? 'M not yers anymore, am I?"

Tommy frowned and decided - fuck it - before stepping up to cross her home's threshold. Tom's hands reached for her cheeks after slamming the door shut behind him, crowding her back into the wall of her foyer.

"Tommy," she whispered, hand held to his stomach to try and keep distance between them. But he pressed forward, still.

"Listen to me," he stole every lucid thought from her mind as he cupped both of her cheeks, "you are everything to me. Hey? You hear me? Everything. No matter how much time has passed, no matter how you might feel - you are everything to me, doll. Hey? Hear me?"

"An' wha' of Grace - "

"Grace? Grace?" he repeated with distain, "Fuck Grace. You're all I need, you hear me? You've been there from the beginning, and I need you with me now. No more runnin' from me."

"No more runnin'," she repeated.

"No more avoiding."

She nodded with tears swelling in her eyes, "No more avoidin', aye, love, yeah. No more secrets..."

"No more secrets," he agreed. "No more mind readin', hey? You come t'me from now on, I can't help if I don't know. Don't push me away."

"Not anymore," she nodded, pressing closer to him as she flattened her palms to his chest and caressed gently. "An' Tommy?"

"Yes, love?"

"No more Grace."

His lips slowly pulled into a grin, "Aye, my love, no more Grace. So long as you don't shut me out - never again. You always have a place in my life, poppet. Always have a place at my side."

She nodded, "'M sorry. S-She died, an' yeh left, tha' I just didn't know wha' t'do wit' meself."

"Don't," he breathed, reaching up to push a lock of hair from her face. "Don't apologize to me, you've done nothing wrong, my girl. I'm the one who's sorry. I should've come home sooner. But I'm here now."

"Hey?" She asked in a whisper.

His fingers gently pet over the skin of her cheek. "You," he nodded, "you're home to me - and when we left France, I didn't come home. Not really... Not until now," he glanced down to confirm she was in his arms. "Now - here, with you - I'm home."

"Yeah? Yer back?" she asked through her emotion.

"'M back, sweetheart. Not leavin' you again."

It made her beam at him through her tears, nodding with a whisper, "Welcome home, then, Mr. Shelby."

He smirked, holding her cheek still as he leaned in to press a long-overdue kiss to her waiting lips; curing years worth of tension and unknown, her salty tears mingling between their lips and tongues. He was home - finally - and had no intention of leaving again; not when he knew life without her, deciding then and there, he'd never make either of them go without the other again.

requesting rules and masterlist

Peaky Blinders masterlist

[mangospams]

Ok, so like this is a bit long but bare with me:

Yandere!Dabi who thought that live was just some straight-up bullshit that people talked about , that all of it was just lust and who never ever had time for that.

Yandere!Dabi who is also virgin!dabi, and thinks- no knows that no one would ever want him, because whenever he looks at his scars, he thinks that they are hideous, that it is disgusting, that the only thing that keeps him from falling apart are those cheap ass staples that aren’t properly put together, that he applied when he run away from home with barely any experience of the outside world, that wherever he goes the smell of burnt skin follows, because that what he knows its true, what he believes is true, what he was taught from that sperm donor who dares call himself a father- a hero.

Yandere!Dabi who knows that he don’t deserve anything, that he is too selfish to know or care about anyone or anything but his goal.

Yandere!dabi who expects you to scream, sneer in disgust or anything when you bump into him in an alleyway all bloodied up from a son of a bitch that managed to tear away his staples, that expect you to scream bloody murder about the big bad villain, that expect you to call the police, or a hero— anyone.

But instead, you fuss around in your bag for some alcohol and bandages, that you—are his biggest fan ( simp ) from the real world, that you weren’t granted the gift of a quirk when you were transported into this world, that you didn’t want to— promised yourself that you won’t interfere with the story-line— but how could you?

How could you leave the one person ( fictional or not ) that helped you through rough times, when things got too tense, when things became too overwhelming, with school, work, and with c0vid, when your parents were being too much of an assholes, when that one toxic friend became too much and you had to cut them off?

When you had cried, sobbed, at his past? When you felt your heart and world tear apart for him? When you had admired him for oh so long? For all the shit that he went through? For all the shit that he had endured? For all the shit that he didn’t deserve?!

So, when you find him in an alleyway all alone and bloodied up, at the brink of death, you just HAD to help him, you banged him, and carried him to your house ( that maybe you didn’t have a quirk, but you had material arts, medical knowledge and a gun—lots of them ), helped him recover and nursed him to health.

And when yandere!dabi wakes up, to an unfamiliar ceiling, he is on edge, he is ready to blast whatever mf decided it was a good idea to kidnap him, but when he sees you—oh sweet innocent you on a chair nearby, sleeping soundly, eye-bags around your eyes, and he is the cause of that, that you nursed him to health, that the fresh pair of staples on his body feels less painful, and that the thing that sparked in his heart was unfamiliar— hope, faith, love?

He doesn’t know what to call it, but maybe just maybe there is a chance for him, and maybe just maybe that chance is with you…

-💅🏼

( sorry, this was long- its my first time writing this let alone sending it to someone, also English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any errors )

Oh gosh this is so long, I wish I could respond to everything because I absolutely love this idea!!! I love the trope of the darling being from our world, being transported to the BNHA world 🥺🥺 ‘Because of his bleeding, he basically passed out before you could do anything. You just throw his arm around you and yours around him, trying to hobble back to your apartment. It takes a while though, considering your pulling Dabi with you

He wakes up, freaking out until he sees you. When it hits him that you helped him, he���s immediately in love. He’s never had anyone care about him before so know that you have? Oh he’s never letting you go

He actually picks you up of the chair your sleeping on, putting you into your bed. Definitely writes a tiny note for you when you wake up, it’s a tiny torn piece of paper that just says thank you and see you later on it

Also he’s never taking out the staples that you put in while nursing him. They don’t match his other ones but he doesn’t care. He’s not replacing them 💖

Also don’t worry about your grammar, darling, English isn’t my first language either. You did good, no need to apologize 🥺🥺🥺

[bellafragolina]

The sun beamed down, its life-giving rays blessing the earth where they fell; blessings upon garden leaves and blessings upon Garnet's smiling face. He heaved a contented sigh, his fingers tracing absently up and down his adjacent husband's side. Ingo hummed sleepily in response as they cuddled up to one another on their garden-side bench. Their Pokemon lay blissfully in the grass, soaking up the bright warmth. A silence, pregnant with sheer happiness, stretched on for blissful minutes until Garnet spoke. “Hey,” he murmured softly in his partner's ear. “Do you remember when we first started this garden?” Ingo chuckled and nodded. “It feels just like yesterday you came up with the idea.” More silence reigned as the two silently reminisced on their shared hobby. “Hey, Ingo! I have an idea,” were the words from Garnet's mouth that began it all. “Yes, my dear?” Ingo prompted him to go on, turning to face him with his full attention. “Now that we're fully moved in to the new place, I couldn't help but notice that the back yard gets a great amount of sun. So I was thinking...” He trailed off, lifting his hand and gently shaking the packet of seeds he held. Ingo raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I see. I will admit, I have never gone down these tracks before, but I think I would like to travel this way with you.” Garnet merely smiled at his fiance, plans formulating themselves in his head. Their garden dream began slowly, with a small plot only a couple of feet in size. The first year, only one plant was grown, a type of flower. Over the oncoming years, herbs and vegetables and fruits were added as each one was mastered. The garden eventually took up a large chunk of the couple's yard, producing ingredients for countless meals and snacks and treats. The garden became a staple of their lives as time wore on. Garnet kissed Ingo as the subway boss chopped up vegetables for their lunch. Ingo sang softly to Garnet as he pulled weeds away from their berry bushes. Garnet massaged Ingo's shoulders as he absently stirred his tea, flavored with home-grown herbs. The two of them swayed softly to radio tunes as soup filled with garden harvests bubbled quietly before them and entranced them with its aroma.

Garnet gave Ingo's hip a gentle, affectionate squeeze as he dwelled on the sweet memories. “Babe, you hungry?” He asked, stretching his limbs and climbing to his feet as he strode toward the life-giving garden they'd raised together. His ears heard the answer and his hands reached for the fruit.

🍓

🥺 I have no words just

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~Renee