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[arvandus]

Headcanons on dates Inumaki would take you on 😭? i feel like he’d lean into the arcade-cinema dates 🥹🖤

YESSSS i was thinking arcades even before i finished reading your ask 🤣 I think Inumaki would love to do activities. Anything that’s interactive with a nice edge of playful competition.

Ideas that come to mind: arcades, mini golf, go kart racing, that sort of thing. His favorite arcade game is air hockey, and he’s also great at the claw machines cuz he cheats just to get you that stuffed animal that you really want.

He’s a goofball at heart and super playful. He might cheat just a little sometimes when competing with you, but only cuz he gets to kiss you if he wins.

He loves just being with you too, so after the activity is done he wants to stay with you, wandering around the mall or hanging out at the park.

If you’re at the mall, count on him being a goof just to make you laugh. He’s gonna ride the silly animals that roll around, he’s gonna put a hair clip in his hair or girly sunglasses and strike a pose.

If you’re at the park, he’s pushing you on the swing. And if you’re already swinging, he’s in front of you grabbing your ankles and pulling you in for a kiss before letting you go. He’ll lay down on the top platform of the playset and stare at the stars with you. And if you’re both feeling especially silly and energetic, he’s going to chase you around in a silly game of tag before capturing you and peppering your face and neck with kisses.

Inumaki will always want to hold your hand, fingers intertwined. If you’re doing a solo game (cuz you’re trying to beat his high score), he’s got his arms wrapped around you and he’s nuzzling you behind your ear to distract you.

And when you do win a game with him? He’s either going to pout (cuz he doesn’t get his prize of kissing you) or he’ll be your biggest cheerleader, lifting you up and spinning you around until you’re giggling and breathless (It really depends on what the game is).

Inumaki is nothing but fun and sweetness, communicating his love for you through his actions. All he wants is to enjoy simple moments, live in the present and enjoy a bit of normalcy with you amidst the chaos of a world filled with curses.

#arvandus answers #arv’s moots 🍀 #inumaki x you #inumaki x reader #inumaki #toge inumaki #JJK #jujutsu kaisen

[novelcain]

Hi i want to ask this on my birthday(march 17) but asks were closed so ill ask it now. how would the pilgrims react to finding out that it the readers b-day? 🐇🍀(idk which one to pick so you decide)

Happy late birthday my dear!🥳🥳🥳🥳 Sorry that asks weren't open on the day of but I hope you had a great day darling! 🤗💜💜💜

Now for reactions!

Wukong would be excited! He loves parties and this is absolutely party worthy! He'd probably either fly you all to Flower Fruit Mountain so that him and his monkeys can give you the BEST day of your life. And you better eat as much sugar as you can cause 'round here the party don't stop!

Tripitaka gives you well wishes and several blessings throughout the day. He grew up not knowing the day of his birth and so he wants you to have a safe and wonderful day.

Sandy would pick you up and give you huge hug and wish you many happy birthdays! He'll be picking you up a lot today so get comfy sitting on his shoulder today.

Ao Lie would congratulate and immediately start looking for a gift. Only the absolute best for one of his friends plus he was taught to have a gift ready on the day of so he feels like he has to start looking the millisecond he finds out.

Pigsy would probably try to get you a hug like Sandy but a loud "NO!" from everyone shut that down rather quickly. (Since this is your first birthday with all of them then Bajie is still... Bajie.) So instead he just wishes you a happy birthday.

And as a gift to you dear 🍀 anon:

🎁Gifts from the gang~🎁

Wukong being a king and loving things that are extravagant and he's totally not trying to show you that he can give you all the riches in the world that would be ridiculous would go for something extremely expensive and rare yet still meaningful. For example he might get you a hair stick of your favorite flower or animal that is made from precious gems and metals. It'd also likely have some sort of magical property as well. Tho because of how valuable this gift would be it'd likely kept safely on FFM with the promise that Wukong would take you to retrieve it once the journey is over. (this also may or may not have just been a ploy to get you to FFM after the journey sneaky monkey)

Tripitaka being Buddhist wouldn't get you anything extravagant or expensive, instead preferring to give you something useful to you and your journey. Maybe something you've been asking for lately like a journal and a brush. He'd also likely try to give you something the has Buddhist scriptures on it as a means to try to when you over to Buddhism once more.

Wujing would give you something he thinks you would enjoy and use often. He'd likely give you a handmade fidget toy made from wood and stone with lots of different textures and shapes. (You've talked to him enough about fidget toys to have a general idea what they're like)

Ao Lie being raised a prince would most likely also get you something very lavish and it'd very likely be something useless to you right now like an art piece or vase (he means well but these were the kinds of gifts given to him his whole life so it's the only reference he has) (this would also have to be kept on FFM)

Bajie would probably get you something that not only helps you and it something you'd like but helps him as well. For example if he likes your cooking then he'd get you new cooking equipment or if he likes when you play music he'd get you an instrument

#🍀 anon #skittle answers #isekai'd to the west #ittw #the pilgrim gang #journey to the west #jttw #journey to the west x reader #jttw x reader #sun wukong x reader #monkey king x reader #journey to the west sun wukong #sun wukong #monkey king #wukong #tripitaka #tang sanzang #sha wujing #wujing #sandy #zhu bajie #bajie #pigsy #ao lie #bai longma #white dragon horse #jttw monkey king #jttw wukong #jttw sun wukong #jttw tripitaka

[anantaru]

Mihoyo posting those genshin x endurance racing art made me start frothing. Ningguang driving a GTR gods help me please

AAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZ💖💖💖💖💖💖I MISSED YOUUUUU AND SEEING YOUUU ON DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅💖💖💖 BUT OMG DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED 🧌 they were so insane for this but in my opinion the girls necked the boys like the art for the girlies was too good🗿 (the girlies AND diluc of course, we can't forget our red haired princess 😟)

#૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა — mutuals' #az.🍀 #꒰୨ 𖤐 ୧꒱ answered'

[heartfullofleeches]

ahh okay!! i will sum up!! im autistic and will wood is my special interest so i know LOTS of songs but heres 5 or 6 love songs of varying degrees of healthiness and a brief synopsis of each plus i will give general song recs in another ask so this isnt 50 miles long

1) when somebody needs you (camp here and there) is about a toxic relationship between main character sydney and his on-again-off-again boyfriend, jedidiah. sad song but so real

2) your body, my temple (camp here and there) is about a cultist being in an obsessive love with aforementioned sydney and it reminds me of bb dea

(both belong to a podcast will helped create)

3) misanthrapologist (in case i die) is about someone hating but revering someone else. lowkey erincore

4) vampire reference in a minor key (in case i make it) is self explanatory hashtag vampire

5) becoming the lastnames (in case i make it) is about wanting domestic life with your partner and i personally apply it to theodore hart

6) white knuckle jerk (everything is a lot) is about loving someone whos obviously bad for you but in a funky way! could be like half the cast of the mrdevil-verse

- 🍀

Aw, this is sweet, chief. I love the little notes about characters you can relate the songs too. Thanks for sharing this - I'll be sure to check these out soon as I can. Turns out I have heard one will wood song - Dr.Sunshine is dead. I like that song, but it's the only one I've heard so I didn't think of it when I was first asked

#🍀 Devil #Devil answers

[hiya-itsamber]

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.

-🍀

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

#🍀 anon <3 #amber answers #nash hawthorne #nash hawthorne x reader #nash hawthorne x you #the brothers hawthorne #nash westbrook hawthorne #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #nash hawthorne fanfic #nash hawthorne drabble #nash hawthorne blurb #nash hawthorne fic #the inheritance games fanfic #the inheritance games fic #the inheritance games x reader #the inheritance games x you #jennifer lynn barnes #long post

[desires-of-chain]

POLY CHAIN POLY CHAIN POLY CHAIN POLY CHAIN—

Fr though, when it comes to each of them, I have no doubts in my mind they each have their own designated ways on how to absolutely wreck you, and I’d put money on the fact that they’d 100% be jealous if you just happened to casually let slip something about how good one of them did, or how you seem to be having difficulties walking, or just something that would make some of them think “I need them, now.”

Maybe each of them has a specific skill set that none of the others can get quite right? Or maybe silent (or no so silent) competitions on who can take first place in how many times they can get you to cum? 😮‍💨

Thoughts. Many thoughts. 🤭🤭🤭

—🍀

They def do bets (not money, just more so of 'I bet I can get them the loudest, and if I win, the losers can't touch them, etc.) on who would make you the loudest or cum the hardest.

Warriors: I got them to cum 10 times, how about you?

Sky: -sighs- about 7

Time: 9

Twilight: Well shit, I'm tied with Sky.

Legend: Heh, 11

First: 5, unfortunately, somebody -glares at Warriors- interrupted us.

Wild: Tied with Time.

Hyrule & Four: 15. -Both look at each other shocked but with respect.-

#.bea answers #🍀 anon #smut

[n0vatsu]

will you recreate more of your ocs?

Actually i got most of them done:D(sry for not including safaia im still trying to give her some plot in the lore)

<- new design old design->

and for alli she completely changed i even changed her name to ayu

#Ask #💖tsut’s answer💖 #emerarudo💚🍀 #baioretto💜👻 #sukāretto❤️🔥 #ayu🦋🤍 #Gacha #gacha club #gacha life 2 #Gacha edit #tsutsuji’s edits 💖(♡ ‿‿♡)💖👌 #mutuals #Inotsophia💙🖤 #gacha oc #Gacha ocs #My ocs

[collection-bundle]

Hi! I absolutely love the idea of collecting things from the ground and would love to do it too, but I tend to be kinda anxious about dirt/bacteria etc so I wanted to ask how you handle that? Like getting your finds home without "contaminating" anything, cleaning the finds etc :0

For me personally I don’t have a problem with germs but I don’t like feeling “stuff” like dirt or whatever on my hands. To help with that I have a bottle of sanitizer in my bag and I use it very liberally! I also have a little plastic bag in my purse and backpack to put my finds in so they don’t make a mess on the way home.

My girlfriend, who has a similar situation to you, carries gloves with her so that’s another solution to try 💛

For cleaning I try to do the best I can with regular soap and water and again sanitizing my hands after handling my collection.

#sorry for answering late! #hope this helps 🍀 #bagels posts #bagels asks #collection #cleaning

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Would you like mommy to slowly drag you up and down on my strap, my good girl? Would you like mommy to start pounding into you? Tell me, how would you feel if I were to lie you on your back, knees to chest, and pound that pretty pussy of yours into oblivion? How would you feel if I fucked you so good you wouldn’t be able to walk for days and all that would be able to come out of your mouth are rasps whenever you try and talk?

🍀

Oh mommy, yes but please not too slow… Go faster mommy please…! I’ll take your strap like such a good girl, I promise—!Yes, put your weight on me!! *groans* Make it so I can’t walk or talk properly for weeks— Yes mommy GOD please…!! I want that sooooo badly! Mommy please…

This post is about w/w sex. Men dni.

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#nsft #🍀 anon #anon asks #please mommy #mommy please #this post is about w/w sex #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #w/w nsft #wlw nsft #queer nsft #lgbt nsft #lgbtq nsft #w|w nsft #cissyenthusiast010155 answers

[silvercrane14]

oh Wow ok alien stage is good. is that like. all? is there any other supplemental stuff??? crane talk to me about this

Omg hiii twirls hair.

So there's a lot of community tabs posts and there's also like. A guide book w extra info? But ofc it's all in Korean so I haven't read it. Did you only watch the rounds or did you also watch top 3 mizisua etc? Bc if you did then yeah. That's it.

#crane answers #june 🍀

[arvandus]

As a fellow black butler enjoyer

SKIP SEASON 2

it doesn't exist at all

If you wanna watch it to how manga is order is

S1 Ep 1-15

Book of circus

Book of murders

Book of the atlantic

S1 ep 16-24

YOOOO THANK YOU

This is so helpful!!!

I guess this the one benefit of coming into a show late. 😂

#arvandus answers #crowned-peony #arv’s moots 🍀

[cinammonelles]

Hey Remember Oliver Face when Roland told him "i became friend with a vampire". Now imagine DOMI face when Noe will tell her "i became friend with a Chasseur".

(Oliver and Domi will soon become drink buddies because they are tired because of their childhood friends and will become friends over it too)

I'd like you to know this singlehandedly cured my art block

#okay but hear me out #domi and her tea are the true tragedy of vnc #not ONCE was our girl allowed to partake her tea in peace #how sad is that? #and sorry it took me a while to answer #i've been sick on and off #THERE WILL ALSO BE A PART TWO FEATURING DOMI AND OLIVIER!!! #PLEASE WAIT FOR IT #vnc #vanitas no carte #dominique de sade #olivier vnc #asks #🍀 #my art

[alvojake]

hi kayla darling! how are you?

hana my love!! <3 I'm okay, haven't really had a lot of motivation for much today sadly 😮‍💨 but I'm currently working on photocard templates!! probably gonna take a nap afterwards bc I'm kinda sleepy...

but how are you babes? I hope you're doing well <3

#i really wanted to finish ilybyam today #but i dont think thats gonna happen :'( #hopefully tomorrow! #but #i hope you're doing well #and having a good day #<33 #alvojake answers #my mooties 🫶 #🍀 ~ hana banana

[neozgifs]

odeio ser esse tipo de pessoa, mas chegou até mim que minhe personagem foi parar na askbox dos anjos da @olhaoqueakrpmefaz, depois de conversar tanto com os irmãos quanto com a moderação da @kyghq, comunidade onde estou jogando com ume personagem não binárie que usa fc cis, achei necessário explicar algumas coisas sobre mim e ê gaeul. preparem-se para textão. tw: transfobia

gaeul é não binárie, usa pronomes neutros e foi designade como homem quando nasceu. a vida delu não foi fácil graças aos seus pais, que forçavam elu a ser hiper feminine pra suprir a falta da irmã gêmea, ao mesmo tempo que a sociedade esperava que elu agisse como um macho alfa.

eu, mira, me identifico como não binárie também e uso qualquer pronome. passei toda minha vida tentando ser uma mulher cis padrão, mas cansei e agora eu decido como vou me identificar, e não nossa sociedade machista. ainda estou em processo de adaptação, assim como gaeul.

fiz elu inclusive para refletir essa minha jornada. gaeul é um reflexo meu, é o que eu espero um dia me tornar, com a única diferença sendo que fui designade mulher quando nasci e elu homem (além de eu n ter tido os mesmos traumas quanto minha família, claro, mas é algo que foi inspirado pelo nagisa de assassination classroom e um drama taiwanes que estava assistindo).

enfim, parece que o fato de eu usar um fc cis, que representa apenas o ROSTO de gaeul, para ume personagem não binárie que usa roupas tanto 'masculinas' quanto 'femininas' incomodou alguém. a foto de um look, tirado do pinterest, incomodou alguém porque simplesmente não encaixou no esteriótipo de pessoa não binárie que a sociedade como um todo tem. porque, parafraseando a ask que mandaram, usei 'foto fem'. o tweet vai estar no source.

a foto não mostra rosto, não mostra seios visíveis na roupa, não mostra absolutamente nada que comprove 100% que a pessoa é uma mulher cis. é uma pessoa magra, com uma cintura mais fina do que o 'padrão masculino', com seios pequenos. pode ser uma pessoa não binárie, pode ser uma mulher trans, mas só por que usei em minhe personagem com fc de homem cis, alguém ficou incomodado. eu mesmo me visto assim de vez em quando. roupa não tem gênero, gente, era apenas uma imagem pra ILUSTRAR o que minhe personagem usou no evento. e não quer dizer que ê gaeul vai usar só roupas assim

se quiserem mostro a pasta no pinterest delu, com o estilo delu se vestir diariamente, e vocês vão ver que elu, assim como eu na vida real, flui entre estilos mais masculinos e femininos. vocês ficam doidos quando um idol homem usa cropped ou cabelão, pintam as unhas, usam saia, mas no momento em que uma pessoa que se identifica como não binárie mas teve o 'azar' de nascer em um corpo masculino faz a mesma coisa, apontam o dedo e gritam "tá inviabilizando o movimento" QUANDO VOCÊS NEM MESMO FAZEM PARTE OU ENTENDEM ESSE MOVIMENTO.

em momento algum a pessoa que ficou incomodada veio falar comigo ou com a moderação, apenas mandou uma ask passivo-agressiva em talker, que felizmente souberam lidar muito bem com a situação ao postar apenas um comunicado breve que fez com que eu entendesse para quem essa ask havia sido direcionada. isso me mostra que não é alguém da comunidade trans/nb, é só alguém que quer reclamar e dar dor de cabeça pras pessoas. alguém que é sim transfóbico e camufla isso tentando pagar de aliada da comunidade de players trans/nb.

se seu objetivo era que eu saisse da kyg, sinto lhe informar que não deu certo. não vou sair, não vou mudar minhe personagem nem seguir o esteriótipo de pessoa não binárie que você tem. na verdade, a única coisa que vc conseguiu foi me dar uma ideia pra desenvolve-le.

a todo mundo que hypou o post com comentários fofos sobre o visual de gaeul e pediu desculpas por acabar errando o pronome delu, obrigade, vocês moram no meu coraçãozinho e no delu também, e à moderação que conversou comigo e entendeu o meu lado, vocês são incríveis e amo vcs.

agora vamos voltar à programação normal como se nada tivesse acontecido. e se eu for citade em mais alguma ask com o mesmo tom, ou com deboche, eu vou descobrir quem vc é te expor pra todo mundo ver o quão transfóbico você é. *** no teu **

#tw: transfobia #rp br #krp br #se eu encontro essa pessoa perco meu reu primário #⊰ 🍀：made in brazil ˎˊ˗ #sobre: fc cis x muse trans #sobre: transfobia #⊰ 🔥：answers & rants ˎˊ˗

[dagdasgodslayer]

UNPROMPTED || ALWAYS ACCEPTING! || @wrongtrain

wrongtrain asked: "I have never been to an actual subway before!" He chirped, following Nanashi a little bit too closely as he looked around. This place was a lot different from Hilda and Hilbert's world. A lot of buildings were in poor condition, but they all seemed to be in different stages of deterioration, like some had been abandoned a long time ago while others had only been abandoned recently. He liked the ones that were more or less completely destroyed! He could see the remnants of human life inside of it that way, without having to take a full detour from their destination. He also quite liked that there wasn't a sun, honestly. It was always so bright whenever he departed from the Velvet Room with either of the wild card possessing twins, but he didn't have that problem here! He could look up at the sky as much as he wanted without worrying about blinding himself by mistake. Though it was definitely making him pay less attention to what was under his own two feet, and he kept tripping and stumbling on jagged cracks and holes in the road.

[If Nanashi hadn't thought it before, he was thinking it now: this guy was fucking weird.]

[Maintaining a chipper attitude whilst walking through the literal ruins of Tokyo was...not impossible, but uncanny. He and his sister were guilty of childlike optimism, sure, but they'd been born and raised here -- this guy looked old as Hell. There was no way he would be a stranger to their fallen Tokyo, but he acted like it was brand-new and fun. It was...weird, not seeing an old fart who was miserable and hopeless over Tokyo's current state.]

[His bright and cheery attitude might even be welcome, if it wasn't for the fact that his eagerness came from the destruction of Tokyo. It was like he was admiring it. For once, he could see where Nikkari and Manabu were coming from with their repetitive insistence that "this is no game." It was hitting Nanashi now, of all times, that their country was incredibly far-gone.]

[God, now HE felt old. Old people were the only ones who lamented Tokyo's current state.]

[Emmet hammered in the idea that he was a total outsider with his next statement, though. He'd never been to a SUBWAY? Y'know, the shelters that EVERYONE in Tokyo had taken residence in??? Where was this guy from, Mikado?]

[Actually, that might explain the weird wardrobe...]

❝ What the fuck are you talking about? ❞ [Nanashi stopped in his tracks, sparing an inquisitive glance to the stranger.] ❝ Aren't you a little old to have never seen a subway? Are you from Mikado or something? ❞

[Honestly, it was a good thing that Flynn had changed the game in regard to the public perception of Mikado, otherwise Nanashi would really have a bone to pick here.]

#wrongtrain #wrongtrain; 001 #🍀 |v| puppet on a string. (002.) |v| 🍀 #🍀 || quest complete! (answered.) || 🍀 #{ SDKJFJKSD nanashi here like wtf is wrong with you } #{ where did he come from where did he go...where did he come from cotton eyed joe }

[dhmisreolrants]

Digitaltime supremacy… SO LETS REQUEST DIGITALTI-

oUGHT SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY - BUT FUCK YEA DIGITALTIME SUPREMACY- (have this little cute doodle i feel proud of it ough)

#💕!shipptag #digital time #dhmis digital time #dhmis colin #dhmis tony #answered asks #ought i made them both look so baby i wanna hold em like a borger... #🍀!artbyme