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hiya-itsamber · 3 months

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COMING HOME - NASH HAWTHORNE X READER

Word count: about 4k, sorry if it's too long 😭 You’re welcome to be the first person to (help me) tag this under #nash hawthorne fanfic or something (: + this wasn't checked entirely, so sorry if there's any errors :,)

Having spent most of your childhood years in the area, Texas City was nothing new to you. However, now returning for the first time in almost a decade, it just didn’t quite feel the same.

Your life was quite literally perfect, you recalled, right up until nine years ago. Your childhood and early teenage years were filled with opulence, extravagant parties, and the privileges that came with being a member of one of the more wealthy families in the city. Being in these elite circles limited your social life, and only allowed you to mix with those of the same status. There weren’t too many rich folks in the South and even fewer of those who had children. Most of them were too snobbish, too stuck up for you to want to speak with, and the lack of options led to many failed attempts at making friends.

It didn’t come as a surprise to anyone when you finally clicked with the mischievous brothers Hawthorne.

At the ripe age of only seven, you were wreaking havoc with the Hawthorne grandson just a year older than you—Nash. As soon as you saw the little boy with the cowboy hat standing beside his grandfather at a social, you knew you wanted to be friends with him. And that you became.

Every soirée, fundraiser, gala, you name it, you and Nash were found fooling around. Crawling under the immaculate, cream colored dining cloths and holding your own parties under the tables? Check. Tossing handfuls of grapes at each other in the corner of ballrooms? Check. As you grew up, your little stunts only got bolder. Sneaking into the coat room and swapping the jackets, making a mess of the chocolate fountains, changing the classic violin music playing over the speakers to pop music that had guests gasping. Sometimes you didn’t get caught. When you did, the both of you would get scolded together, but it was so worth it.

You and Nash were inseparable. Where he went, you followed. Okay, maybe you were the one hanging onto him. But he didn’t mind. He liked having you around.

Of course, there was Grayson, Jameson, and Xander Hawthorne, too. The first you didn’t like so much. He reminded you too much of the kids you couldn’t make friends with. The two younger ones, though, were fun, also contributing to the entertaining chaos you and Nash loved to cause. But they were more of annoying younger brothers than friends to you.

What started out as seeing them during fancy dinners turned into meeting up outside of those said dinners. Countless afternoons were spent at Hawthorne house, playing board games and just talking. Occasionally, as you grew older, the esteemed Tobias Hawthorne even let you participate in their Saturday morning puzzles.

You were convinced you couldn’t live a better life once you were accepted into Heights Country Day School, the same school Nash had been attending since a year prior. You and Nash were closer than ever, and sometimes you let yourself wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were something a little more than close friends. Your fifteen year old self was convinced that nothing, nothing could go wrong.

That was, until something happened.

In the week you learnt that your father had gotten into the habit of gambling, he lost a very massive bet. You’d barely been at Heights Country Day for a term before you were stripped of the money to go to the school, the title your family held.

Somehow, your shrewd businessman of a father squandered your family’s wealth without you even knowing it until you were flying out of Texas City. You found yourself plummeting from the pinnacle of society to…plain old middle class.

A normal high school, with normal people. A normal apartment, normal dinners, normal, normal, normal. Gone were the extravagant banquets and social gatherings. Gone was the family legacy.

Gone were the Hawthorne boys. Most importantly, gone was Nash.

The only thing you had left and held dear was one of the many spare cowboy hats you took from Nash and never managed to return. You wore it on Halloween for that first year out of Texas City.

No matter how many times you tried to contact him, you couldn’t get through. You didn’t expect to, knowing how hard it was to reach someone of that status. You yourself were once up there.

Luckily, your father didn’t lose so much money that it was terrible. In fact, you guys were still quite well off. You didn’t miss the status, or the money, or the events. You missed something—someone far worse.

Nine years later, you find yourself in Texas City again, to speak to your uncle who took over the business after your father was displaced. To hopefully be able to work in the prestigious company and earn back what your father had lost.

Countless times, the many scenarios of what might have happened played over and over again in your head, all a little different from the last. Some of them were about taking over as the CEO of your family business—most of them were about meeting Nash.

Yet there were so many ‘what if’s. What if he didn’t remember you? What if he didn’t want to speak to you? And the one that haunted you the most. What if he’s in a relationship with someone else?

No matter how many times you tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t, he isn’t—you were sure it would’ve been reported in gossip sites if he was—you couldn’t help but stress over it.

Another thing you were stressing over? Forgetting how the bus system worked here and ended up getting stuck in front of the information board that just started looking like a bunch of colored boxes and bus numbers and stops.

Which is where you’d been for the last half an hour. It was the dead of the night, and taxis weren’t going to the airport frequently at that time.

You were about to give up and splurge on a taxi when a voice greeted you.

“You look a little lost, darlin’.” His voice was so much deeper, so much older and masculine, the Texan accent thickened that you almost didn’t recognize it at first.

Seeing the cowboy hat casting a shadow over those familiar mischievous eyes made you want to burst out laughing or sobbing, you weren’t sure. Maybe a mix of both. You weren’t sure how long you stood there, staring at Nash Hawthorne. You doubted you would even recognize him if not for seeing him occasionally on the news, but, oh, he was so different in real life.

Tall, slightly muscular build, broad shoulders, relaxed posture, the lines of his face that were difficult to make out in the dim lighting of the street lamp and much less under the hat. So, so different but so, so him.

“Do we know each other from somewhere? You look vaguely familiar,” he mused, removing the cowboy hat with one large hand to properly reveal his face.

You burst into tears, and any previous daydream scenarios about playing it cool all crumbled.

His eyebrows shot up. “I’m sorry, did I do somethin’ to offend you?”

“Nash,” you found yourself blubbering, tears falling onto your cheeks faster than you could swipe all of them away. You realized you probably looked a mess, and tried to pull yourself together. This was not how it was supposed to go.

“Oh.” His slightly awkward, pitying smile faded. “Oh, sweetheart. C’mere.”

Dropping your single duffel bag onto the floor with a thud, strong arms pulled you into his firm chest, the cowboy hat in one hand digging into your back but you didn’t mind. Looping your arms around his neck, you forced yourself to calm down. You didn’t even expect yourself to react like this. You thought he’d be a stranger to you, even though you prayed he thought about you.

Nash Hawthorne, your partner in crime, the odd little cowboy at functions, the Hawthorne with a heart as big as his hat.

The hug was more than just a simple hug. It felt like coming home. It wasn’t awkward or tense or anything you hoped it wouldn’t be. It was…perfect.

“I missed you so much,” you whispered into his shoulder, clinging onto him like he was your lifeline.

A warm chuckle vibrated through his chest and you could feel it buzz through your bones. “I missed you, too.”

Taking one last deep inhale, you took a step back. Without the tears clouding your eyes, you could make out the features of his face. He’d gotten way more handsome over the last few years, as if he wasn’t already attractive enough—to you, at least—at sixteen. Tender hazel eyes and tousled brown hair, his lips quirked up into that charming smile you missed so terribly. An unzipped leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders and arms, and he wore jeans and scuffed boots. Where he used to act a little awkward dressed like this, he seemed completely used to it now as if a leather jacket and a cowboy hat was what he slept in.

“Hi,” you whispered, tugging your own jacket closer to hide the flush creeping up your neck.

His grin widened, placing the cowboy hat back on top of it his head to cover the mess of brown hair. “Hi. Wanna explain what you’re doin’ here?”

“Yeah, um,” you hugged your arms around yourself. “Trying to figure out if a bus comes here at this time.”

“Not here here, just, y’know, in Texas.”

“Oh. Work, I guess.” You shrugged a shoulder.

“Okay,” Nash—Nash! Your brain still hadn’t recovered from seeing him, from the rush of dopamine he seemed to give you—drags the word out. “And to answer your question, no, buses don’t come here at this time. Do you need a ride?”

“Yes, please.” You told him your destination and picked your duffel off the floor, adjusting it over your shoulder. “What’re you doing at the airport in the middle of the night anyway?”

“Droppin’ somethin’ off for Xander, y’know how it is, kid,” he said in that smooth, drawling accent of his, easing the strap of your bag off your shoulder and hanging it over his instead.

You had too many things to say, but none of them could come out fast enough before the both of you stopped by a motorbike. Your jaw dropped, eyes wide as you looked between him and the bike. “Is this yours?”

“Yeah.” He ran a hand over the seat of the bike with a proud smile before picking the helmet up and catching you off guard by placing it over your head. It was a little big but cramped at the same time, but it smelt like him—wood and leather and paper money, so you didn’t mind. “Let’s go.” He jerks his head to the bike.

Excitement buzzed through you as you climbed onto the beautiful bike, feeling the handles appreciatively. “This is insane! When-”

Before you could continue, Nash was behind you, his chest pressed against your back. He dumps your bag onto your lap, telling you to hang on to it, before his arms caged you in as he reached for the handles. He was so warm, so comfortable, you wanted to sink into him and stay there forever.

“Wait, don’t you need a helmet?”

“Nah,” he adjusted his hat so that it wouldn’t fly off. “No one’s policin’ the roads at this time, it’ll be fine. Just sayin’, allowin’ you to sit in front of me is also illegal, but then-”

A thrilled yelp left your lips instead of a reply as the engine rumbled to life and Nash kicked off, picking up speed as you two zoomed down the empty road lit only by streetlamps and the half moon. You had one hand steadying the bag between your legs, the other on the metal of the handlebar. The wind on your skin and the rumbling of the engine mixed together to create the most exhilarating experience of your life as the two of you zoomed down the open road. Halfway through, light raindrops started to fall, the drizzle turning into a full-on shower as you two pulled up by the apartment you rented for the time being.

With your bag under Nash’s arm, the two of you raced to the shelter where you keyed in the passcode to open the door to the apartment building with his hand casually on the small of your back. The door swung shut behind him, muting the sound of the heavy rain. Then the both of you looked at one another and started to laugh, all disheveled appearance and wet clothes.

“Come on,” he said, shaking his head and still smiling. “Where’s your place?”

“Seventh floor,” you replied, looking around for a lift and groaning when you didn’t find one. “I don’t wanna take the stairs.”

A mischievous smile toyed at the corners of Nash’s lips and you couldn’t even form a protest before he was hoisting you over his shoulder and your surprised shriek sounded through the corridor. “Nash!”

“Shh, people are sleeping,” he chided, hands on the back of your thighs to lock you in place.

His hat jabbed into your side with each step and you brought your fists down on his muscled back. “Let me down, asshole! There is no way in hell you are going to make it up seven flights of stairs without one of us dying and it’s going to be me if you don’t put me down!”

“Yeah, yeah, sweetheart, I missed you too.”

He started going up the stairs, his hard shoulder digging into your stomach and your legs kicking, watching as your duffel bag swung against his other hip with every step. Giving up, you slumped down against him, a scowl on your face.

Eventually your feet touched the ground in front of the only door on level seven. Turning to Nash with your hands on your hips, you were about to open your mouth and grumble at him, but the young man flashed you a dashing grin and raised an eyebrow. He didn’t even have the decency to look slightly winded. “Yeah, darlin’?”

You scoffed at him despite the warm rush that made its way through your veins at his words, smacking the side of his bicep. “Don’t do that next time.”

“Why not?” he asked while you unlocked the door. “You said you didn’t wanna climb the stairs, and you didn’t. You should be happy. Where’s my thank you?”

“Thank you,” you bit out, shoving him into the house and locking the door behind you. “You’re ridiculous.”

“That I am, darlin’.” He dropped the duffel bag on the floor and removed his hat, leaving it on the small table that was too tiny to be considered a dining table.

He flicked the light on. The place was a small, cozy studio apartment you found for cheap on a B&B app, and rented out for the next two months. There was a queen sized bed in the corner, a sofa so tiny it could probably only sit two people if you squeezed, a closet, two chairs at a small table beside the kitchenette, and a bathroom. The time on the clock showed 2 in the morning, and the rain outside was pouring down heavily, hitting the windows even as you drew the curtains shut.

Nash frowns and nudges the bag with the heel of his boot. “You’re staying here for a while and all you have is this?”

“My dad’s coming down for a little while next week so he’ll bring the rest of my stuff,” you said, picking the bag up and starting to unpack. “You wanna stay around for a while? I don’t think the rain’s gonna stop anytime soon and I doubt it’s safe to get back in this weather.”

Nash took his brown leather jacket off and draped it over one of the chairs before sitting on it, and you tried your best not to stare at the way his arms and chest filled out the white shirt snugly. You couldn’t look away fast enough, and he caught you staring. “Yes?”

“Nothing.” Kicking your now empty bag to the side, you sat on the floor with your legs drawn up to your chest. “So, how’s everything lately? I’m sorry about your grandfather.”

He hummed in response. “Apart from that, nothin’ much. You?”

“Oh, you know. Been spending time trying to avoid my dad and help mom.”

“I’m sorry.” He pulls a face.

Unsure of what to say, you exhaled. The silence between the both of you was a little awkward—or was it just you? A yawn stretched across your face that had Nash saying, “If you’re tired or anythin’ I can leave-”

“No!” You cleared your throat, embarrassed. “I mean, don’t go.”

There was an amused grin on his face as he stood and stretched. “Go take a shower. I’ll wait.”

Half an hour later when you got out of the shower, there were fresh sheets on the bed and pillows and Nash’s large frame was sprawled out across the couch, making it look almost minuscule. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Made the bed,” he told you. “Connected your phone to the WiFi too. Don’t worry, I didn’t go through anything.”

“How did you get into my phone?”

He shrugs. “I guessed. Don’t you change your password?”

“Why do you remember my password?”

“I remember everything.”

The words made your heart still and beat even faster at the same time, hear rising to your cheeks.

Nash offered you a lazy smile and raked his eyes over you as he got up, moving to stand closer to you. You were so close you could count the few sun freckles on his nose and cheeks if you wanted to.

And of course you had to ruin the moment by blurting out, “Do you want to spend the night? I mean- I can, like, sleep on the sofa, you can have the bed. You made the bed anyway. I just don’t want you driving in the rain-”

You shut up when his gaze dropped to your lips and lingered there a second too long.

“Sorry if that was weird,” you apologized, wringing your hands.

One corner of his lips quirked up. “You were always weird anyway.”

“Hey!”

“It’s okay. I like you better like that.”

Butterflies. Butterflies you hadn’t felt in your stomach since you last saw him as a hormonal teenager. You thought they went extinct as you grew, but apparently not.

“If your offer still stands, then, sure, I wouldn’t mind staying. And don’t be silly, darlin’, that’s not a sofa you can sleep on.” He spared a glance at said sofa, then turned back to you. “I don’t see why the bed’s a problem. There’s plenty o’ space.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “If you’re fine with that.”

“If you’re fine with that. My clothes are dry now, if that’s what’s botherin’ you.”

You didn’t care about his clothes being wet. You were more than fine. Way more than fine.

As you tucked yourself under the cold duvet, Nash turned the lights off before walking in long strides over to the bed. You felt the bed dip as he lay down beside you, the both of you staring at the ceiling silently, quiet breaths drowned out by the sound of rain.

“Nash?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

Turning over, you let your eyes wander the silhouette of his face in the dark. The little ridge in his high nose, his lips slightly parted. He was handsome in a way you couldn’t explain.

You could see the way his lips tilted up a little before he turned on his side to face you too. “Tell me a secret.”

“I stole one of your hats before I left. Still have it,” you said proudly, then laughed.

“That’s not a secret. I knew that.” He was so, so close, you could feel his minty breath on your cheek. Of course, leave it to the Hawthorne boys to still have fresh-smelling breath in the middle of the night.

“I dunno.” You shrugged. “You tell me one.”

“Hm,” Nash pretended to think, a glint in his eyes despite the dark. “You promise not to tell anyone?”

You grinned. “Pinky promise.”

“Okay, well. I…wanted to be your first kiss, and I had everything planned out, but you left before I had the guts to do it.”

You didn’t seem to hear anything past the word kiss, everything in your head coming to a halt. Nash flashed you that charming grin of his, raising an eyebrow.

“Nash…”

“Hm?” The low rumble of his hum almost had you shivering.

“You said ‘wanted to’. Do you still want to? I mean, you won’t be my first kiss, but maybe you’ll be the first one I actually like,” you returned his smile, albeit rather shy.

“I would.” One large hand came up to the side of your face, hovering above your cheek so you could barely feel the warmth radiating from his palm before he pushed some stray hair off your cheek. His hand lingered there and suddenly he didn’t feel quite as confident as he did just moments ago.

“Okay,” your voice was barely above a breath, and your fingers wrapped around his wrist. “My turn to tell you a secret.”

“Go on.”

“I wanna kiss you too.”

“Yeah?” He wet his lips, and your heart flipped in your chest as your gaze dropped to his mouth. His hand locked itself behind your neck, half tangled in your hair, as the both of you slowly seemed to draw closer together, almost like magnets in slow motion.

Raising yourself up on his elbows, you gasped as his lips met yours, going completely still. Everything stopped making sense as your entire universe narrowed in on where his lips were against yours and his hand was warm at the nape of your neck, buzzing with heat and energy you were so sure you were about to explode.

Nash began to murmur, right up against your lips, “It’s okay if you-”

You pressed your lips harder to his, cutting the words off with a deep groan that reverberated under your palm that was on his chest.

God, oh god, oh god, oh god.

Suddenly you were on top of him, your face cupped on both of his hands as he led the kiss. Slow, steady, strong presses of his lips against yours, short circuiting your brain. And oh you almost melted when he groaned into your mouth again, carving out a place in your memory for that sweet sound in hopes that you’ll never forget it.

The kiss said everything you didn’t. Secrets and promises and much the two of you missed one another and all the stories yet to be told, but this was far more efficient than talking.

You’d take kissing Nash Hawthorne over anything and everything all day, every day.

His pupils were wide and blown out when you two finally stopped, circled by that ring of amber in his gorgeous eyes. Your hair fell to the sides of you like a curtain as you looked down at him, but two of his hands pushed it back before pulling you down again and crushing his mouth to yours. It was more feverish this time, almost messy with the way your teeth and tongues clashed, heavy breaths hanging low in the air alongside the sound of the lightening rain.

He kissed you until you were dizzy and senseless and when he finally lay you down beside him and wrapped an arm around your waist, dropping a kiss on your hair, you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

You weren’t sure about how things were going to work out, regarding your job, your personal life, him. But you knew that his kiss held a promise, and you heard it loud and clear. He was going to stick around this time, no matter where it took either of you. He wasn’t going to lose you for a second time.

It wasn’t easy to be comfortable or fit in anywhere you went, but you fit with him like the perfect puzzle piece. He knew that, and he was determined to offer himself to you as your home for as long as you'd stay.

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ANON???? BHUFVJDKCM ANON. ANON!?!?!??

ok i've read this a stupid amount of times before i'm posting this and i just wanna say that you did him SO much justice. (also "4k, sorry if it's too long" !??!?!?! CMON I FEEL BLESSED THAT IT'S EVEN 4K THAT'S INCREDIBLE, THIS IS A MASTERPIECE) you wrote nash SO WELL!? so in character i was kicking and giggling and screaming the entire time?????

also when i tell you i shouldve recorded my reaction to reading this because the AMOUNT OF TIMES i fully had to put my phone down and compose myself cuz i was giggling like an idiot.

the cowboy hat stealing, the motorbike ride, the forced proximity, ONE BED??? HE CARRIED HER UP THE STAIRS???? LIKE HELLO!!!!!! HE'S TJHE MOST PERFECT MAN EVER AND 🍀 ANON YOU WROTE HIM SO SO WELL I CANNOT BTGUFRHDJNK!!!!

i FULLY melted into my chair at the kiss, i was SCREAMING. "tell me a secret" oH MY GOD??? also the fucking pet names i couldnt contain myself ofc we have darlin' which is a nash classic BUT ALSO THE SWEETHEART GOT ME ALL TWIRLING MY HAIR AND SHIT LIKE HELLLLLOOO!!!!!!!!

sorry this is just one big mass of me screaming and crying and throwing up because i'm in love with nash hawthorne AND THIS FANFIC. bestie you are a BLESSING to the nash girlies i hope they all find this and read it a million times like i did

thank you sm for writing this!!! it was the best thing ever to wake up to, hugs and kisses x100!!! mwah <333

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cinammonelles · 1 year

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Diomedes: Talk about your wife

Odysseus: *talks about his wife*

Diomedes: GOD CAN YOU STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR WIFE FOR 5 FUCKING SECONDS???!?!?

#this has been sitting in my drafts for so long #i completed tsoa like 3 months ago and wrote this #and then forgot to post it #song of achilles #🍀#text #tsoa #the song of achilles

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yuki-maeda-unofficial · 2 months

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Introduction

Hi, everyone! My name is Yuki, I just discovered this website and I think it will be fun to meet people. I hope we can get along!

(Hey, admin here! I noticed that the other Yuki ask blog (that I could find when I looked it up) was really inactive, and so I made this blog for anyone who’s actually into DRA. While this is mostly the first game- well, pre-first game where they’re still classmates, we can fuck up the timeline and either do SDRA2 or if I’m feeling bored we can bring Utsuro in with Yuki getting enough trauma. Have fun, ask whatever as long as it isn’t too freaky!)

#yuki maeda #ask blog #send asks #Yuki Posts 🍀#also I can do any ships as long as it isn’t like really REALLY fucked up #dra #danganronpa another despair academy

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ask-pt-au-kny · 10 months

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

↷✦; w e l c o m e ❞

𓆡𓆝𓆞𓆟𓆜𓆛

✧── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ──✧

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚૮꒰˵•ᵜ•˵꒱ა‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

☆彡彡 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ミミ☆

THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN MANGA SPOILERS

now that that's out of the way–

Hello there! This blog is an ask blog for the PT!AU for KNY/Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba by @trix-with-wifi-access and @peanut-with-wifi-access.

This AU was developed over the course of approximately a year or two of KNY roleplays, originally beginning with simple headcanons before spiralling completely out of control.

This AU's lore is deep and complicated, as much care was put into it. It's not a complete fix-it, more of "somebody lives" than anything.

The AU also contains several non-canon relationships, mostly between canon characters, with the occasional well developed OC.

Yes, there's OCs. Don't worry, none of them are main characters. They're more of support characters, accessories to the canon characters.

Anyway, as this is an AU, it will not be canon compliant in any fashion. From personalities to lore to biology, it's gone off the deep end of fanon.

If this doesn't sound like the blog for you, feel free to block and love on! Nobody here cares. It's run by two idiots with too much freetime.

If you decide to engage with this blog, great! Below you will find a list of the characters you can interact with. The AU will follow the canonical timeline, starting with Episode 1 Cruelty.

Oh! And, any images will either be made through the use of lineart bases or the Gacha Club app, due to the mods inability to draw. Just a quick notice, don't mind it.

☆彡彡 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ミミ☆

𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙿𝚂

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Kamado Tanjirou

Kamado Nezuko

Agatsuma Zenitsu

Hashibira Inosuke

Shinazugawa Genya

Kocho Kanao

Rengoku Senjurou

Himejima Gyomei

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Tokito Muichirou

Kocho Shinobu

Rengoku Kyojurou

Iguro Obanai

Kanroji Mitsuri

Uzui Tengen

Tomioka Giyuu

murata

Kiyo, Naho, Sumi

Kanzaki Aoi

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𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂

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Kibutsuji "Muzan"

Kokushibō

Douma

Akaza

Nakime

Hantengu

Sekido

Karaku

Aizetsu

Urogi

Zohakuten

Urami

Gyokko

Gyuutaro

Daki

Kaigaku

Enmu

Mukagou

Rui

Susamaru

Yahaba

The Spider Family

Tamayo

Yushiro

any other demon you can think of idfc

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𝙴𝚇𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚂

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Uzui Hinatsuru

Uzui Suma

Uzui Makio

Kibutsuji Rei

Kibutsuji Suzuran

anyone I forgot who u want 2 ask

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𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚂

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Sabito

Makomo

Kanae

Ruka

Koyuki

Kotoha

Yoriichi

literally any pre-canon dead character idfc

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𝙾𝙲𝚜

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Suika (watermelon demon that shinobu captured, put in her basement, and runs experiments on. suika likes this. she/it)

Taiyō (demon obsessed with the sun, constantly throws herself into sunlight then scrambles into the shade to try and force an immunity. she's lower moon 6. she/her)

Azure (...I'm gonna leave that story for the asks to uncover :) she/they/it)

Chiryō (a lil cat boy demon who can summon cats that heal you. he/they)

Shizuku (the devil. a candy themed demon who's demon art makes humans cannibalistic. he/ma'am, he/him with fem terms)

Tenshi (an angel, a sweetheart, innocent little demon. angel themed demon who's demon art makes others feel their current emotion)

Itami (hey wanna relive your trauma? well that's this shit's demon art. makes you hallucinate reliving your trauma. he/him)

Kocho Enjo (some kid shinobu picked up off the street. they like to collect weird demon body parts, like wings and horns. any pronouns)

Nakama (a therapeutic demon who's demon art makes it so the more you talk to her, the more any existing wounds on your body heal. she/her)

Nyako (*turns you into a cat cutely**runs away* she/her)

Kibutsuji Fuji (the ghost by the wisteria tree. she/her)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ [ꨄ𝚖𝚘𝚍🍀] ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

☆彡彡 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ミミ☆

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@trix-with-wifi-access

(my main)

My tags are

ꨄmod🍀

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my speaking color is blue

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☆彡彡 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ミミ☆

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ cis boy

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ he/him

𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ aro gay

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ [❦𝚖𝚘𝚍🥜] ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

☆彡彡 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ミミ☆

Hey, Peanut here! I'm the main person who will running this blog, as Trix is pretty new to Tumblr and isn't fully functional on how it works. My accounts are as follows

@peanut-with-wifi-access

(my main)

@ask-chachamaru-kny

(an acc for this au's ccm)

My tags are

❦mod🥜

❦pt!au🥜

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❦peanut🥜

My speaking color is purple

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ [❦𝚖𝚘𝚍🥜] ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

☆彡彡 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ミミ☆

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 ˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘. 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕

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important tags are

❦ꨄtimepoint update🍀🥜

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true-blue-sonic · 8 months

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I think I'm just gonna also block your "fans don't look" tag just so I don't get reminded of IDW's existence and make myself mad for no reason (thanks for tagging it btw)... Anyways Espilver thought!!! Do you think either of them would be interested in drawing??? Would they try to draw the other???

Please do!🍀 I'm tagging it in part so that people who don't want to be swept up in or exposed to the discourse don't have to be and can just skip it, also because my posts about it tend to be quite long. No shame in that! ^-^

I think Silver quite likes drawing, yes! Especially if he's got very fancy clean paper and hundreds of colours at his disposal, I can see him go quite crazy with it. I like to imagine he and Charmy sometimes go sit together at the kitchen table to go make drawings together <3 And Silver would 100% draw Espio at any opportunity... in a very crayon-ish, slightly off-model kind of way, haha. Espio will put all of them on the fridge anyway, the highest honour a drawing can get. As for whether Espio likes drawing... with crayons or coloured pencils he probably does not, but I think he might be more into the calligraphy sort of art? Very careful brush strokes and all sorts of varied thicknesses, with an absolutely saintly patience on top. Silver always loves watching him when he is writing or drawing something like that!

#I'll make sure to tag all discourse-related IDW posts with fans don't look and not with any main character tags🍀#silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #espilver #when Espio is jotting down his calligraphy Charmy nopes out immediately because it takes WAY too long for him lol #but Silver just likes seeing Es so concentrated and calm <3

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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 2 years

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TELL US ABOUT THE CONFESSION JIL

@fishy-moirails I GOT YOU BOTH COVERED

first of all thank you for being so interested HUUEHHEUE IT MEANS ALOT 🥺🥺🥺 OTL YYWYEEURHEYRHEE OKOK STORY UNDER READ MORE!!! Bullet point styled writing my beloved

sorry if it seems like it's moving too quickly?? LMAODOAS I JUST WANTED IT TO GO TO THE PART™ AHAHSHFHHSHD there's a lot of skips shshh no I am not rewriting this draft I am winging it on one go

ALSO THIS IS VERY LONG I WARNED U AHSHSHSHDHSHDHEJJR

• tom hates christmas. always does. it was already december 23, two days before christmas

• edd knew that tom would be doing stupid stuff like wrecking havoc, burning down beautifully decorated trees, crushing presents down, that kind of stuff

• he had to think of something clever so that tom wouldn't go ruin the celebration again, it was really exhausting. he NEEDS to be distracted... by something.... or someone

• suddenly, edd had a bright idea. jesse! he had noticed by now that tom and jesse may have a thing going on with each other, but never said anything about it

• edd was the only one who noticed them first being so, subtly sweet to each other, and witnessing tom overreact over the idea of liking jesse — his stunned and red face said it all.

• edd calls up jesse on the phone. a quick wholesome small talk ensued, after a few minutes he asks her for a favor

• "anyways, can you go out with tom, tomorrow?"

• huh!??? it was completely out of the blue. edd suddenly asking jesse to... to... go out with him?? wasn't she subtle about her adoration for him?? it sounded like he knew. but she digress

• edd's reason was that "matt and I are going shopping, and tom is gonna be ..... er... lonely by himself.... uh. yeah"

• (but in reality he really was begging her to keep him distracted from becoming grinch 2.0. he's bad at making reasons)

• that was ..... a very peculiar request. isn't he an adult already? he makes him sound like ton is still a baby. what a way to degrade a man's honor like that.

• "well, I mean.... I guess I can do that, bu-" her voice slowly trailed off into silence

• "GREAT. THANK YOU. SEE YOU LATER" and then edd signs out

• jesse stood there confused, that was incredibly odd??? but no matter, she did want to try to go out with him, she just didn't know how. but now with this prompt suggested by edd, she can't just let it slide — and the most fun holiday was just in a few days

• the next step was actually asking tom to go with her.

• it's probably best she texted him about it.

• back in edd's house, tom sat on the couch minding his own business, and then his phone vibrated

• a message from jesse

• he couldn't help but, feel a little bit of excitement whenever he read that name. they rarely texted, and if they did, it was very short lived, but tom still cherished it

• still, he felt nervous because it was from her!! he was secretly admiring her too, how would you feel if you saw your crush texting you?? you'd wanna act cool even in text!!

• 'hi tom! :D' the message reads out

• he responded casually. 'heya, what's up?"

• 'its x-mas eve tomorrow, and i was wondering if you wanted to come along with me? maybe go to a mall? we can go buy presents for edd, matt and tor.d!'

• a tightness swelled on his throat. he's overthinking now

• xmas.... with her??? tom suddenly felt weird... he had huge distaste for this cheery holiday.... but with her???

• is this a date?? he felt nervous

• she didn't know about his opinion about xmas, nor does he wanna look like an asshole in front of her about it....

• he doesn't want to reject her either — he would love to go out with her anytime...

• ...

• ...maybe christmas doesn't sound so bad...

• he types out his response

• "oh sure, why not? :)"

• thank goodness did texting really mask their actual emotions and red tinted cheeks. but it's settled now

• the next day, it's December 24. edd sleeps comfortably in bed, he's murmuring by himself.

• "mhm..n... christmas eve...."

• edd suddenly shoots up from his bed, eyes wide awake

• IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE.

• TOM BETTER NOT BE PREPARING HIS AMMUNITION FOR TOMORROW

• edd runs to his bedroom. he's not there

• CRAP CRAP MAYBE HE'S ALREADY DRAGGING HIS ROCKET LAUNCHER OUT

• edd runs out to the main door of the house. he's still wearing his pajamas

• as he kicks the door open. the area is covered in thick, white snow. and lo and behold — tom is idling in front of the mailbox, all dressed up

• "oh, good morning edd." tom had his hands on his pockets, his head turned back to see edd's terrified look

• edd pauses for a moment... he's going out?

• .... OHH SNAP HE ACCEPTED JESSE'S REQUEST!!!!

• edd played dumb, everything's under control now. he wiped off the nervous look off his face

• "morning tom, looks like you're going out today! where ya goin?" the smug face edd had plastered, ohh he's thriving so hard

• tom froze.

• "UH. NO, I AM JUST STANDING HERE"

• no he's not allowing edd to think he's on a date hell no he's not!!

• edd chuckles, ohh silly little boy he knows what's going on. but he'll let it slide for tom's sake

• "well, have fun standing there! I'm getting cola for breakfast" and edd walks back in, closes the door.

• tom sighs to himself. he's starting to wonder why he's here again, until a voice called to him.

• "tom, you're here!"

• that voice. in an instant his eyes quickly tries to scan for that, familiar sweet voice.

• his eyes lands on jesse, she's dressed in a fluffy jade jacket, and cute white ear warmers.

• he couldn't help but feel, soft inside. her cute stature and smile made him smile.

• "you look nice" he spoke up

• her eyes shrunk at the sweet compliment, she awkwardly twirls her hair and smiles

• "haven't worn this in a while, I'm glad you find it nice, haha" she chuckled

• she's so pretty. he thought

• ”shall we go?"

• he nodded.

• they're in a mall now, as suggested by jesse

• the interiors was filled with christmas themed decorations, a big tree stood in the center of the building, jolly music surrounded the whole place. it feels so festive and bright

• tom cringed at this sight. eugh.

• but, it doesn't feel so, so bad? compared to last time? is it because she's around?

• tom looked at her, excitement filled her eyes, they were sparkling too. she's stoked

• gosh, he could look at her all day if he could

• jesse snaps him out of his trance

• "let's go look in here! maybe there's something here that i could give to matt!"

• they're window-shopping, jesse scans every item available, she's really trying to find a gift for everyone. how thoughtful!

• tom wasn't really looking for anything special, he's just following her. he's not mad though, he's enjoying it actually.

• suddenly, he notices a rack with "mistletoes" labeled above. he stops to look at them. it look pretty.

• "ooh, mistletoes! they're really gorgeous" she notices him staring at them

• "what are these?"

• "...you don't know what are mistletoes?"

• tom shakes his head. he doesn't know. apparently hating christmas means he doesn't really know much about certain items

• "people usually like to hang mistletoes by a doorway, and if two people happen to stand on one together, they... they kiss!"

• "they kiss?"

• "yeah! it's really cute. right?"

• "huh, that's- that's cool"

• he ended up buying one after jesse finished shopping. he didn't show her though. who knows? could come in handy...

• a few hours passed, they definitely had a great time bonding with each other, and being together alone.

• it felt like they truly got to know each other more, and their feelings for each other continued to swirl more

• jesse had to excuse herself to the restroom, so tom waited out for her. her shopping bags sat next to him.

• he was minding his own business, when he hears a couple pass by with an ongoing conversation

• "it's almost 12! we should go check the fireworks later!"

• "oh? where is it?"

• "it's at the outer area of the mall, it's the perfect view to watch the night glitter!!"

• fireworks... he should take her there to end the night

• and, maybe. maybe it was time he told her the truth.

• his face warmed with red, is he really going to tell her now?

• what if it backfires?

• 'am i going to hate christmas even more if things don't go the right way?'

• his worries gets shaken off into thin air when she comes back.

• "i'm back!" she runs to him, and picks up her bags of shopped goods

• "where do you want to go next? or should we go home now?"

• "actually... i heard there's a fireworks display starting soon..." he paused, and gulped

• "... do you wanna go there?" his voice got a little shaky there.

• "i'd love to" she nodded happily

• something about the way she said it, pulled his heartstrings too hard. she would "love to".

• walking outside, there's already a couple of people waiting. some are standing, sitting, and talking to others.

• there's an unoccupied bench, they both took the seat, and waited for the show to begin

• jesse suddenly felt cold, she's shivering a little. she tried to wear her jacket thoroughly and adjusted her earmuffs, but she still continued to shake in her seat

• tom couldn't just sit there and watch her freeze.

• not even saying anything, he scooted himself closer to her, and slowly placed his arm over her side and brought her closer. she jolted at the contact and felt a little flustered.

• "you could've told me you were getting cold" he teased her. that was smooth

• she was going to comment on his smug remark, but she simply thanked him and rested closely to him.

• 'tom. now's your chance'

• time to suck it up and say it here and now

• deep breath. breathe in — out.

• "jesse, can i say something a little odd?"

• "you're odd to me already" she joked. "but go on"

• he takes a moment

• "remember when we first met?" he started

• "i really didn't think we'd become friends from there"

• "i thought i wasn't interesting enough to be your friend"

• "heck, i feel like edd, matt and to.rd combined are far more interesting than me"

• "when you asked me to go out with you today, i-.. i felt — it means a lot to me, y'know?"

• "you're really kind to me. not just me explicitly — but even to my friends, it gave me this hope that maybe not everyone is absolute garbage here."

• jesse listened closely, not saying a word

• "what i'm getting at — jesse."

• he turns to her, and holds both of her hands. oh how she was not expecting this turn of events

• "i— i, i think i like you. and i'd do anything to take that next level"

• he said it, he did it. a weight off his shoulders has been lifted. he's been harbouring these feelings for months now. he needed to tell someone.

• he stared at her intently, his lips zipped shut and nervously expects her response. holding her hands firmly.

• meanwhile, as his words escalated, she almost knew what he was going to say, and she was ready to respond back.

• "can i say something a little odd, too?" jesse replies

• his eyes widened to respond to her

• "i like you as much as you do, tom."

• "i'd love to go further with you too."

• he was speechless. she felt the same way too. there's really nothing much he could say, but he smiled, and pulled her closer for a hug, she did the same

• suddenly, loud explosions can be heard, along with bright flashes in the sky. the fireworks started now

• the sky glittered the dark night with the wonderfully synchronized explosions. it was absolutely gorgeous.

• they looked in adoration, while still holding each other. she leaned her head on his neck. she felt comfortable now, there's no use in hiding how much she wanted to be close to him now

• he, in turn also snuggles his head on her soft hair, it was the best feeling in the world.

• "merry christmas, jesse"

• he said it, what a turn of events!

• back at edd's house, the boys were also having a good time, because tom isn't doing anything stupid! loud music blasted their room as they all sung together happily

• edd started to wonder if things went well with jesse and tom, given that his friend wasn't even home yet.

• suddenly they heard door knocks — that must be tom!!

• "MATT, TO.RD!! GET THE PRESENTS" edd loudly whispered. the duo nodded and grabbed blue colored gifts and a party popper

• "okay, i'm opening the door. let's greet him in unison. got it?"

• "go on edd!" "we're ready!" the two responded

• edd swings the door open, and the boys were ready to yell

• "MERRY CHRISTMAS, TO-"

• tom fell down face first on the floor

• ????? what??????

• "tom??!" edd was confused

• "AAGHHH LOOK THERE'S BLOOD ON HIS CHEEK!" matt cried out

• tord leaned closer to inspect tom, he rolled him over to check his face. tom looked like he was smiling even if he's... unconscious?

• that's not blood.....

• ... is that a kissmark?

• "is that lipstick?" tord was confused too

• edd realizes.

• "looks like tom had a good holiday after all." edd chuckles.

#THSHHFHSBFBSJFHJSNGND FJDJGBD MANF MOH MAN IM SO CRINGE BUT IM SO FREE /POS WEAYAYHEYAYRYYAHEHAURJ #IM AAAAA AYESS RYESDBRHR #IM AT THE POINT WHERE IDC IF ITS OUT OF CHARACTER OR NOT THIS WHOLE THING IS TOO GOOD ALREADYYYYYY #tom hates christmas. jesse fixes it. she saves it while tom finally confesses LETS GOOOOOOKOOOO #no this isn't their first kiss™ it was a CHEEK kiss shes just being sweet since they finslly opened up HEHSHDHHSHDHS #SORRU IF THERE'S LIKE. TYPOS OR SMTH I JUST WANNA ANSWER THIS SO BAAAAD HHHDHSHDHDHD #AGAIN tysm for asking HEHSHEHSH 🥺💓💓💞💓💞💞♥️💞♥️🥺🥺🥺🥺 this is so canon shut up #🍀 inbox #❇️ fishy-moirails #❇️ starstruckcoffeelover #~ writing #♥️ tomjesse #long post

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yao1-sex · 1 year

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I should tell you about Narvok and Clover.

Both highschool drop-outs, both are in there twenties (N is 23, C is 24). Narvok is a slim, 5"9 green skinned humanoid creature. His eyes are blood red and he has anger issues. He wears a dark grey hoodie (fashioned with a silver and d. blue pendulum) with leggings and boots. Narvok has sharp, almost canine like teeth that poke out his mouth sometimes. When he is pissed off and yelling he somehow gains a Scottish accent. He works at a flower shop to try and help with this anger

Now onto Clover

Also has a slim figure, he is much slim than Narvok. 6"1 toothpick lookin ass. He wears an animal mask that hides his true identity. He is a murderer and likes playing with knives because of course he does. He likes eating apples sometimes and he wears an open light grey hoodie with a white and green t-shirt underneath. His pupils are bright magenta and no one has ever seen his face besides Narvok. He jokingly calls Narvok "Narv" just to see him get pissed.

He's unemployed but steals peoples money from those he kills

The tag I have for them will be on this post if you wanna see shit related to them

I'll put some random facts about both in no specific order

Narvok and Clover occasionally play video games and if its a fighting game, Clover usually wins

Narvok's favorite game is Splatoon 2

Clover also likes splatoon since its weapons are cool, but isnt as obsessed as Narvok

Clover likes most fighting games and has played basically every single one

Clover is trying to learn how to crochet

Narvok likes Shedinja

Clover likes Skarmory

Both of them like sour and spicy foods

Narvok's skin is slightly leathery and his body is covered in scars that refuse to heal. He really likes lotion and hates hand sanitizer

Narvok can explode if heated enough

Clover hates the cold so winter sucks

Narvok is cold blooded

They are Bisexual

They are friends with Ali and Vinn

Narvok likes cooking as a hobby

Clover likes watching Narvok play video games, especially the ones that get him riled up

Narvok is Clover's get-away driver when Clover occasionally gets confronted by the police, and are referred to as the deadly dusk duo

Narvok is allergic to cats but acts very cat like himself

Narvok likes watching horror movies and analog horror, but gets scared easily and clings to Clover if he is scared enough

Clover finds it funny when Narvok does cling to him and lets him do it

I haven't drawn clovers tits why are you asking ahahahaha

Narvok has lots of plushies and they all have individual names.

Clover supports his plushie collection and likes giving name suggestions

These are some of my oldest ocs I remember, dating all the way back to 2020! That was three years ago!

They both suck with hygiene and cleanliness but are trying to work on it

Narvok hates being called gay, especially by his bo. Best friend, Clover

Narvok has a pet plant named Kidney. His plant has googgly eyes and a red bowtie on the pot

Clover hates rain and refuses to go anywhere if its raining outside

Narvok on the other hand will go outside and frolic in the rain and Clover will put a few towels on the floor for him to sit on when he comes back because wet furniture isn't good

Narvok steals Clover's left overs all the time and plays dumb every time he gets caught (which is often)

Narvok eats with his hands. No matter what. Even if its hot mac n cheese.

Clover cannot cook for shit. You know that UHH. HEY PAPYRUS? I BURNT THE WATER. SANS HOW THE FUCK DID YOU BURN THE WATER- audio? yeah thats him and narvok.

They both have beef with Blister and Clown cat

Narvok is a chihuahua goblin with vampire fangs who is emo

Clover is just some dude who decided to kill people and likes cats.

The current Narvok is somewhat based on Bobal and his aggressive and chaotic nature

i'll give them voices eventually

Narvok has a raspy voice and his snorts of laughter sound like a boar

Clover sounds like a dork ass loser

Clover tries to occasionally “flirt” with Narvok. Sometimes he gets it and beats the hell out of him, sometimes he doesn't.

Narvok hates showing his emotions to other people so he usually very tense and on guard. He's learning to slowly trust people more than immediately going to violence

Narvok cheated on his girlfriend with a certain someone

The gay and homosexual tension between these two is through the roof

Narvok's birthday is june 17th

Clover's birthday is october 21st

That's all, thanks for reading all this!

#💥narvok and clover🍀#⭐️ocs of mine⭐️#long post #tagging it that because damn #ALSO FHIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER. IM NOT EVEN KIDDING.

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xxlordalexanderxx · 1 year

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Early evening would fall over the scarlet skies of Xandora. Along with it, some signs of a Spring shower that would most likely fall during the night. Through the thickening clouds, a small dark speck could be seen darting out of them, slowly flying down towards the impressive, but menacing structure. The closer it came, the more it was revealed to be a bird. And it was heading straight for one of the castle towers.

The raven had reached the tower, making a circle around before singling out a window. Perching upon it's sill, the corvid gives itself a quick groom under it's wing before tapping a few pecks at the window and a 'caw' to alert the one it can see through it.

It was a messenger bird ... And tied to it's leg would be a small scroll neatly rolled up. Within the scroll, there was a very vague and short message with no name of it's sender.

To whom it may concern,

I've read your anonymous bulletin pertaining to the 'taking care' of a certain inconvenience. If the job is still available, I'll be happy to accept. And if money's no object, I'm willing to hear the details. If you want to meet in person or just send the name of the target, let me know.

Attach your response to the bird, it already knows where to find me.

This message was privately sent to the head butler of the castle.

It had been a hectic day, but at long last the evening came. The royals were settled in for the night, the castle was secure and for once, as it were, all was well.

Cromwell retired to his lonely wing, his personal tower. For once he felt as though he might lay down and actually sleep, he had nothing else to do after all. He began removing his waist coat and trousers and smoothing out his ears, until the tap came to his window. At first he saw the bird and was fixing to shoo it away, but he spired the curious note attached to its leg, and open his window.

The smell of rain and a cool breeze assaulted his fur. Carefully, he removed the note, taking care not to get pecked by the little beast as he was unsure of its temperament—though it seemed tame. He read through the message carefully, swallowing thickly. He had forgotten he had a secret meeting with a rather shadowy character. Dread, fell over his person.

Cromwell knew very well that this situation had to be handled with care, if he were to be caught there would be no one to stop Alexander exercising his wrath upon him. His wing still ached from the king breaking it four or so months ago.

His heart hammered angrily in his chest as he strode towards his desk, and took out a quill, ink and parchment. He began to write quickly.

Hello [redacted], The job is still available and I hope to not seem rude, but due to my work I must remain home and rather not meet in person. But the target in question is Katrina Tabitha Cunningham. Please take care of her quickly and cleanly if possible. She visits here frequently, but I’m sure you are capable of seeking her out from her own place of dwellings which is highly preferred. Security is extremely high here. I have left your payment in an oak tree a few miles away, it is mottled with purple crystal, you can’t miss it. Sincerely, Anonymous.

Once the ink had dried the butler would quickly have the message attached to the bird and send it on its way, he watched the little creature fly till it was a mere speck in the distance. Sighing, his heart settling, he closes his window.

“ I’m willing to tolerate what never can be, I’m willing to tolerate all the mates you collect, anyone….but her.”

#muppeteyes1001 #Infernal Inquires ♦️#|♣️Cromwell♣️|#|🍀ic🍀|#--long post

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greenconnoisseur · 2 years

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Character Arc.

romance/friendship arc

you started this story a little hard, or awkward, or stubborn. that's okay. it's harder than it should be to admit, but what you really want is love. that's what your story is all about - not just the act of loving, but the allowance of it. the confession that you do not want to fight or bleed or save the world, but to simply feel the way two hands fit so easily together. you will have two chairs and a table and you will shut your blinds, and you will say the word love without faltering. this is a happy ending, and you do not need to feel guilty. it hurts our hands to fight - never to hold.

redemption arc

your story had a pretty rough start and you did some things you're not proud of, but you made the choice to change. i won't go through how important it is to accept responsibility and keep striving to improve or whatever because you know that already. what i think you should know is that your fuel does not need to be shame. you don’t need to stand over the bathroom sink with your blood in your hands until you can no longer make out your reflection. you will look at your face and you will see the person you used to be, but that person no longer exists. today, you are looking, and that makes all the difference.

tragic hero arc

we all know how this story goes. when it began, you were almost the perfect hero, but almost is never enough. you lacked introspection, or you were too stubborn or vengeful or reckless - as reckless as the world that helped to ruin you. you were not perfect, and that's okay. we knew the story ended in blood and we watched it anyway. we knew you would die in the end and we still couldn't help but love you, just a little bit. at the very least, you are more human than a hero could ever be.

#🍀⥽ what you plant today; you will harvest tomorrow / cilan ⥼#💧⥽ water is the driving force of all nature / cress ⥼#🔥⥽ a small spark can start a great fire / chili ⥼#🍀⥽ long post ⥼#🍀⥽ dash games ⥼

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Sort of related to the Teruteru ask (and Sayaka response), I find it really odd how the fandom treats us. Like, Sayaka did what she did in an attempt to save herself and her friends, NOT KNOWING what the consequences would be because they literally had not been revealed yet. In my opinion, still wrong, yes, but understandable. And yet, people call her a snake who deserves fates worse than death, which makes ZERO SENSE. Then there's Teruteru who, while yes, did commit a murder, did it because I literally manipulated him into doing so (and NO, the fact that I was trying to get him to kill ME does not make it okay, a murder is a murder). And yes, he has some character flaws, and some of the things he did were not the greatest. And people call him a perv who deserves a fate worse than death, again.

Then I can stride in here, manipulate people into committing murders, be a liar, purposely withhold information, blow up a hotel, threaten to blow up an island (killing everyone), mentally scar people for life, try to kill like 5 of my classmates in the most fucked-up fashion possible, and basically just Be A Problem (not to mention the murders, manipulation, war crimes and LITERAL WORLD ENDING that went on in the tragedy, plus blowing up a school gymnasium and trying to shoot someone),,,,

And people are like "awe the skrunkly eeby deeby it's okay the war crimes are excused 🥺" it makes no sense to me?? Sayaka and Teruteru commit a murder for an honestly rather understandable (not excusable, but understandable) reason, and people hate them. I literally commit 29472 different inexcusable atrocities and everyone is like "its okay honey keep blowing shit up <3" like?? Where is the logic in that?? Either give the war criminal (me) shit too or try to be rational for once, I beg of you -- and I would rather quite prefer the latter. Sorry for the ramble, hopes this makes sense

Tldr this fandom's logic makes no sense

-nagito, danganronpa/sdr2, #🍀🌈☀️

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #🍀🌈☀️#danganronpakin #sdr2kin #nagitokin #fandom issue #misogyny cw #manipulation cw #chara hate #muder cw #long post #prevabuse #schools cw #caps cw #demolition cw #war crimes cw #mod party cat!

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bcofl0ve · 1 month

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Callum said there's love between him & Austin, then proceeded to date Dua. What did he mean by that? Austin said he's happy in a 2 year relationship. Shipping them since MotA makes for 3. He has yet to move to London in 3 years, why?

is this supposed to be some sort of gotcha lmfaoo…they aren’t actually ~in love~! ive never said they were! nor have i seen *anyone* seriously, in a genuine larry stylinson theorist or gaylor way, suggest that either. so i’m not sure what you’re getting here.

#also having a long distance friend that is always saying you should move to where they live is a canon event LOL #i very seriously considered going to law school in ireland for one of mine 🍀#not that serious pooks #why have my anons been so hyperfocused on trying to bait me about this lately #like there’s so many i haven’t posted bc i don’t wanna feed the bear but im annoyed 🙃 a smidge 🙃#lighten up!!!

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tierra-paldeana · 2 months

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🌿 ❤️

send 🌿 to take a glimpse into what it'd be like for your muse to date rika

☠🌏– ''You know... Geeta. I've been thinkin'.

To me, you're the borages in the morning sun by the river we used to visit when we were younger.

All those fields of mallows and daisies and periwinkles we'd overlook in our adventures...

The caves we'd explore. The dirt paths we'd chase each other on. The bodies of water we'd see ourselves reflected on.

Ever since I met you, the south of Paldea has always felt like you to me. Every little place we visited as we grew up... Even when I stroll alone, I can always feel as if you were with me. Specially in places we've visited, where we had many special moments... It's like the air around me is filled with yer' embrace wherever I go.

You've always let me indulge... never judged me. You've always laughed with me, and not at me... N' lookin' back, I did some things I feel a bit embarrassed about now... but y'know what? You always played along n' replied with a smile n' one of those little laughs of yours.

Oh... Hearin' you laugh... It makes me weak. But... weak in a good way, y'know? I just... I can't ever get enough of the feelin'... Knowin' I made you happy enough to hear it through yer' precious lips...''

She holds her hand up to her mouth and kisses her gloved knuckles, then looks at the love of her life with a smile.

''I dunno where I would've ended at if it weren't for you... To this day, I'm still surprised ya' saw hope in me. Ah, I always say that, don't I? Yeah, I sound like a broken record, but... I cannot express just how thankful I am. Not only for all you've done for me... but... also for havin' you in my life.

Heh... When I see you walkin' around, doin' yer thing, showin' people around, talkin' about your goals and aspirations... I can't help but feel so lucky. Even when we got busy days where we can't see each other much... even if I only get to see you for an hour that day, I always feel accompanied by your presence.''

As they hold hands, Rika turns her own, showing her own gloves.

''...I'll never forget the day you gave me these. That day... you secured me by yer side, I'll tell you that much. They mean a lot to me... Others might see it as just an accessory for the job, but... to me, they mean the world. They mean I get to be by your side. They mean you saw the good in me, n' accepted me despite my flaws... That you wanted to keep on walkin' forward with me...''

She pressed their heads together, closing her eyes momentarily before opening them again, gazing into those eyes she adores with all her heart. One of her hands rises to hold Geeta's face, her thumb rubbing on her cheek adoringly under those black locks of hers.

''...No sabes lo mucho que te quiero. Lo mucho que estas manos lucharían por tí... Lo afortunada que soy de sostener el mundo en mis manos cuando estoy entre tus brazos...

Soy tuya... Siempre.'' ♡¹

¹You don't know how much I love you. How much these hands would fight for you... How lucky I am of holding the world in my hands when I'm between your arms...

I'm yours... Always. ♡

#( ic );#v: ( the workplace );#( ask );#laprimera #( long post );#Mi corazón se llena de flores cuando te veo sonreír ♡#🌹🌷🌺🌼🌸💐🏵️🍀☀️

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candraz · 4 months

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🍀Echo🍀

The last drawing made in 2023! It took a long time to create but I am very happy with the final result and I think I will continue to explore this new style in the future 👁…

Sincere apologies for my absence, truth is my mental health isn't as great as I wish it'd be and treating myself is taking time but I finally see some progress. It's slow but I'm getting there 🍀 also the political situation in my country (France) is getting worse and worse, despite clearly not being the worst in the world, I'm pretty privilege really, it's still terrifying to see the rise of fashism and people close to me slowly becoming far right wingers... It's incredibly sad and I'm scared for the people it's directly attacking... That plus the genocides happening right now...

Also my financial and work situation isn't really good right now, I don't really know where we're going with my partner, hopefully we'll find a solution this year.

I'm sorry, this is getting long ahah I probably sound really depressing rn and I apologize for that, I just always feel safe here writting about my life and all... I love Tumblr for that and for the wonderful people I met here 💖 I'm clinging to hope and the happiness I can find in life and I hope you all are doing okay as well, especially in these terrifying times.

A happy new year to all 🎉 I hope you all had a good holiday and overall a good end of the year 💖 I wish everyone safety, kindness and love because you all deserve it 💖🍀I'm proud of myself and you all for being alive ! Life is tough and it's amazing to still be standing 🍀

For my part the festivities were exhausting but overall nice ! Like every year, I'm slowly recovering from the holiday season and I'm preparing a lot of things for this new year, a lot of projects and things that I've wanted to do for a long time which I hope will finally see the light of day 🍀

Love you all 💖 Cheers 🍻🎉✨!!

#art #original art #tw : gore #tw body horror #a bit of venting #a bit of year summary #it's long sorry #tho I'm really happy to post here again ; v ;#I still see the reblogs of some of my stuff and the tags brings me so much happiness 💖#thank you all 💖#love #🍀

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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 2 years

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Not sure if you've already answered this before but ! I haven't seen this question pop onto your blog yet so here i am asking! How did Tom and Jesse first meet? Was it a classic case of "Oh hey new neighbor!", or was it moreso "Hey Tom meet this rlly cool person I met :D"? And how did their ''confession'' play out? Like who confessed first, how did they do it, so on and so forth.

[Is this okay to ask ?? Like you can totally 100% disregard this ahah]

:000!!! HELLOOOO IM SO GLAD U ASKED HEHRHS I'M SO EXCITED I'm gonna put this on read more heheh it's very long :'D I'm gonna be so indulgent and cringe watch me

nobody actually asked me yet, until you!! SO THANK UUU EHEH I actually recently managed to come up with an idea so yES I do have a story for how they actually met!!! I had this discussed with my buddy so I'll copy paste that info here!! :DD

• jesse meets them at a yard/garage sale because edd and tom finally said "matt ur shit is clogging our house we're going to sell your stuff now"

• AS IF MATT COULD FIGHT BACK they eventually have a yard sale and while his stuff is being displayed outside matt tries to switch his items with tom and edd's items so that THEIR stuff would (hopefully) be sold instead

• jesse walks by their house and the first thing she hears is matt crying, and then the shitty drawn yard sale banner (courtesy of edd but it still looks horrible LMAO) but hey when there's stuff to sell why not go check it out

• so, she among some random people look at the stuff being sold.... half of the items are just any variation of matt's face... edd and tom attends to her because they're the ones hosting. edd greets her.

• "hello!! feel free to look around, let me know if- hEY — MATT STOP SWITCHING YOUR STUFF WITH MINE-" and then edd runs to matt and fights with him and she's left with tom

• it was, very quiet. he probably doesn't care enough to say smth damn but she tries to strike a convo.

"any good items you could reccomend?"

he looks back at her. "oh sure, yeah it's over there"

• she goes there and sees the checkered pattern bass on sale, its patched up but it looks pretty cool anyways. "how much is this, sir?"

"the prize is just there" he didn't look yet

"it looks pretty expensive for it just be sold like that.... it looks customized as well"

• and then tom realizes MATT PLACED HIS GUITAR ON THE STAND

• he runs to her and, forcibly grabs it away from her. after realizes his brash movement he quickly apologizes

• "i-uh. sorry. that's actually mine. that guy crying over there decided to switch my stuff with his because he didn't wanna ~lose his toy collection~" he was so salty in that last phrase, and crosses his arms

"you play the bass?" she asks

"oh, yeah. how did you know it was a bass?"

"i like music too, y'know? I'm not bland" she awkwardly cracks a joke, but her cute giggle was enough

• he laughs back, "I'm surprised you know that" he's a little impressed. pretty good first impression on her part

• after their short but nice exchange, she excuses herself to keep browsing some more items, tom still had his bass on his hand. he went back to his original spot but decided to observe her on his chair while he tried to strum his bass out of boredom. he thinks she's kinda cool after being able to differentiate an electric guitar with a bass

• she finds an item she likes and decides that she should buy it. she goes back to tom, who was still all by himself because matt and edd still be WRESTLING

• "id like to get this one!" she hands the item to him.

"oh, yeah sure."

• she nods, and pulls out her wallet. oh no, she's a few coins and money short uUH OH NO she panics

"oh. oh dear"

"huh?"

• "I, uh. I'm a little short on money" her anxiety got the better of her and she starts to try to look in her pockets if she had some spare while frantically rambling to herself

she was in awkward misery in his eyes, so he tries to save it

"wait, I can hold this item for you!" he tries to calm her. she pauses and looks back at him. "you can?"

• "i-i mean. yeah! me and my friend are running this, so why can't I make my own rules too?" not that he knows if this is even a possible rule in selling but since she seemed pretty sweet, he thought to make an excuse for her

• "oh, that's such a relief, thank you!!" she places her wallet back. "ill come back here tomorrow with the right money, I promise!!"

• "nah, it's all good. heck I've had it worse when my friend bought other stuff instead of nails when we tried to build something" he motions back at matt, behind him

• she notices matt, he's sitting and bound to the chair with ropes to keep him restrained from doing his shit again

"is he always like this?"

"don't mind it." tom tries to shift topic

• "since I'll be saving this item for you, can I get your name?" he grabs a random piece of paper and pen and hands it to her

• "ah, right. one moment!" she scribbles her name down. her handwriting is neat and pretty

•" 'jesse payton' nice. tom ridley by the way." he extends his hand to hers, and she responds by giving him a gentle handshake

• "it was nice seeing you! I'll be back tomorrow again!" she slowly backs up and waves a goodbye at him

he waves back at her, his guitar still in hand

"nice guitar by the way, you should take good care of it before it gets sold again!" she teased

"pfft. yeah that won't happen again!"

and there she left, he still watched her leave and then looked at the little paper

"you're pretty cool, jesse" (<333 UEUEUEUE CRYING)

edd comes back with a rope and scissors from trying to rope matt back. "did you sell anything?"

"no, but I did get a name and number"

edd frowns back at him. "that's not money"

"give me a break, edd"

ANDDD THATS HOW THEY METTT HEHE I still didn't figure out how they confessed, but tom most definitely fell in love first, and then she did much later. he also confessed first!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺💓💓💓💞💞

#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING I GOT SO EXCITEDDDDDDD 😭😭😭😭😭#PLEASE I LOVE ANSWERING CONTENT ABT THEM PLS ASK MOREEE AHDHSHDHHSHD #❇️ wishi selfships #🍀 inbox #♥️ tomjesse #long post #I LOVED WRITING THIS TOOO WAAHH

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