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[hk-sport]

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[arminsumi]

Hi! If your requests are still open, could you do fluff nsfw prompt "3 — Accidentally walking in on them while they're changing" with Gojo?

👉👈 I just love the way you write him! 💖

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲

A/N: omg thank you robynn!! eheh i enjoy writing for him (clearly, i've been spamming so much gojo content lately lol) idk if i deviated a bit at the end 🙈

Wc ≈ 1k

Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader

Summary: waking up in your best friend's apartment the night after his 29th birthday party and wandering into his room to find him shirtless

Warnings; 🔞mdni — n.sfw fluff!! implied drinking the night before/hangover morning, suggestive, 'sweetheart', mild nudity, kinda sexual/romantic tension, suggestive jokes

♪ 悲しきByーPlayer

You'd slept over at Satoru's last night after going out for drinks until the wee hours.

Yawning, stretching, groaning — recalling the murky events of last night as you wiped the morning tears out of your eyes and headed into the bathroom. It was a small apartment, Satoru could hear the thump of your feet on the wooden floor as you walked down the hallway.

Okay, if she's awake I'm awake. He thought, and rolled out of his futon. He smiled thinking of the night before.

All the events he could recall were drunkenly giggling down the streets of Tokyo with you tucked under his protective arm, and how the two of you tumbled into the train, and how you clung to him.

What a miracle that you two didn't have severe hangovers, considering how much sake you and Satoru had at the teahouse last night.

"Hey, mornin' birthday boy — Satoru? — Satoruuu." you knocked at his doorframe with the back of your finger.

"Mmm?" he hummed like he said come in.

He was hobbling around his room multitasking his morning routine; brushing his teeth, tugging his old shirt off, brushing his hand through his hair to get the knots out.

You slid open the door, freezing at the sight of your shirtless best friend.

"I need to borrow a shirt." you asked with forced calmness.

You managed to act unfazed, even when his pretty lashes batted at you. He had the bleariest eyes in the morning.

"In thuh closhet." Satoru mumbled through foaming toothpaste, wandering into the interconnected bathroom to finish brushing his teeth.

You blinked at the sight of his back, watching as he bent over to rinse his mouth at the sink. The subtlest flex of his back muscles made you weak in the knees. Yes, you knew he went to the gym, but it didn't fully occur to you for some reason that he was a fit boy.

With the way his hair stuck up in the back, and the way his sweatpants dangled dangerously low on his hips, your mind naturally went through a series of fantasies.

It felt like the image of his torso was burned into your mind. The soft but defined contours, the dips and curves. The little poet in the back of your mind compared him to a renaissance sculpture.

You pried your attention off of him when he glanced up at you in the mirror. Maybe it was your imagination, but you thought you saw him smirking. You even thought you felt his eyes on you, checking you out as you exchanged your rain-smelling shirt for one of his own.

Oh yeah, we got caught in the rain last night. You remembered.

Satoru came out of the bathroom. He bowed his head to avoid scraping it against the top of the doorframe. Tall boy problems.

Look who's wearing my shirt. He thought to himself smirkingly.

Trying to act natural was hard for you, but not impossible. Satoru was amused when he heard the nervous cracks in your voice.

"Satoru, put a shirt on." you scolded him because you were flustered.

"Why, does my chest make you uncomfortable? Are we really friends if you can't handle a little nudity? I thought you were comfortable around me? Huh?" he overreacted jokingly.

You mumbled something like; "... too early to deal with your nonsense..."

"Ah, c'mon, you love it when I annoy you. I know you do." he said, and lowered himself to hug you.

He tended to do that — just hug you out of nowhere. It had never happened before where he did it while shirtless, though. Now that stirred you up (and he knew it).

"Let's get some coffee." he murmured against your neck.

"Satoru!" you giggled, "What the hell!"

"What?"

"Put a damn shirt on before you hug me!" you squeaked, giving away that he had completely flustered you.

He just chuckled against your skin, then pulled away and muttered a half-hearted apology.

⁕⁕⁕

"That shirtless hug was deliberate." you complained to him over coffee. A stark morning light filled the cafe — coincidentally, you and Satoru used to visit this one when you were teenagers.

"Gosh, you're still on about that? 'Must have really stirred you up." he winked flirtatiously. You rolled your eyes. Ah, it was just like old times. You two didn't change a bit.

"It didn't stir me up at all." you denounced, taking a sip of your beverage, almost burning the tip of your tongue on it.

"I'm sure you can't get the image of my sexy body out of your mind."

You groaned, "You still talk like you did when you were seventeen. Oh, yeah, anyways — how's it feel to be thirty?"

"What the hell! I'm twenty-nine!" he whined, blue eyes looking at you. A strip of light fell across the edge of his face, very slightly illuminating his eye.

"Basically thirty." you teased.

He shook his head at you. "I'm gonna get you back for that..."

"Oh yeah? How?"

He pulled out his phone, so you looked at him very suspiciously. Satoru sipped on his coffee and batted his eyes at his phone screen.

You received a message.

"What the — DON'T SEND ME YOUR GYM PICS."

He burst out laughing like a maniac. "I need your approval!" he joked.

"I've already seen enough of Gojo Satoru's chest this morning, thank you!" you said so loudly just as the waitress came over and asked if you two wanted anything else.

Satoru slid down and laughed chokingly, showing off those pretty canines. You muttered embarrassedly to the waitress that you didn't need anything else, then proceeded to scold Satoru, which only made him laugh harder.

"Hey — hey, Y/n, sweetheart — " he tried to speak through his laughter. His cheeks were so red, it reminded you of how red they glowed when you and him got drunk last night.

"What is it, Satoru?"

"I need to send you a pic, for approval of this other thing — "

"AH HELL NO."

"HAHAHA!!" he threw his head back.

You snatched his phone right out of his hands before he could even send that. "You're ridiculous!" you scolded, and he just made this dry hiccoughing laugh.

"But we're best friends! If I can't get approval from you then — "

"How are we still best friends after what you told me last night at the teahouse!" you laughed, "Dumbass!"

"What? What did I say? Oh my god, what did I say?" he sat up, looking half-serious now. "Ah, tell me! I have to know! Did I embarrass myself?"

The waitress was coming back over with the bill for you. You saw an opportune moment, and there was a devil on your shoulder that morning.

"You told me how you've 'always wanted to fuck me since you first met me' — but of course you were so drunk, how could you remember!" you told him with a dreadfully teasing tone.

His face went so red, it matched the shade of his hoodie.

"Uh... that'll be 400 yen..." the waitress muttered awkwardly.

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[project-sekai-facts]

idk if this has its own comprehensive post on here or not but can you explain in depth how rui is gay coded

yeah okay

i think what you'll see people bring up most often is the fact that he has his right ear pierced (see above). incredibly brief queer history lesson for anyone who is unaware: back in the 70s & 80s when it was still illegal or otherwise heavily looked down on to be gay, wearing a single earring in your right ear became a non-verbal identifier amongst gay men in America. As far as I'm aware, identifiers did actually vary between areas, but it became far more publicly known that the right ear was the gay ear and the left ear was the straight ear. Even today when the stigma has worn away a decent amount, you still hear people bring up the term "gay ear" and the fact that the right ear is the gay ear is fairly common knowledge. This is also a known thing outside america, i'm not sure how far the spread is outside america and other english-speaking countries but it is definitely known in a fair amount of places, including Japan (also it should be noted that a right ear piercing can have different meanings in different cultures that predate this meaning, and nowadays people are more likely to get whatever ear pierced they want regardless of sexuality).

obviously anyone can have any ear pierced that they want but things work a bit differently with character design. the only other MCs who regularly wear earrings are An (left ear) and Akito (both). For both of them, this is definitely done to make them seem more cool, which makes sense given they're in the street music scene and following the fashions. As for NPCs there's Nagi (left), Arata, Ken, Tatsuya, Iori, Saku, and Yuuka (all both), which again is probably just to fit the fashion of those characters. Okay, Yuuka just has regular old earrings but as for the others you've got street and punk rock styles which both incorporate piercings as a big part of the style (especially with Saku's punk look).

so all that considered, Rui's earring just sticks out, I guess? it's not really a fashion thing, it's pretty plain and just kinda there, and very conveniently happens to exactly match up with an old way of signaling in the gay community instead of being in his left ear which is the far more common ear for guys to get pierced if they only have one earring. also he almost always only has the one piercing in his right ear in trained cards, the only exceptions being his cheer squad (earrings in both ears) and his canary card (three piercings but still in his right ear).

like i said though, it doesn't have to mean anything but talking from the perspective of character design, sometimes if you want to communicate something about a character then you put it in there.

building off of that, very stereotype-y but his choreo is notably quite.. flamboyant, should I say, compared to the other characters, even shizuku and haruka's more elegant styles. honestly just watch the clip this is so hard to explain. anyway in the process of writing this i found out that his mocap artist lists in his professional profile that one of his specialities is dancing for both masculine and feminine roles, so I get the feeling that there was a reason they cast this person specifically instead of one of the other male artists at the company, and then there was the decision to even have him dance like that in the first place. this doesn't have to mean anything at all and as i said leans very far on stereotypes which is something that i'm not a huge fan of but you do still have to consider things like this even when talking about modern media since it’s still a common way to imply characters as queer.

this one again is more of a matter of perspective. Rui has a few interactions with Tsukasa that could very definitely be read as flirting. it's kinda ambiguous though, which does make sense given the type of game this is; idol-adjacent games like this very rarely make anything concrete so that people who are fans of a pairing can enjoy the teasing and people who don't like it can simply move on. first thing that comes to mind would be the part where he invites Tsukasa to his house in wonder halloween (above), mainly because his L2D uses his smile expression that has a blush with it and that was a choice that someone on the L2D team had to make but didn't have to - they could've easily just kept his usual teasing expression he had at the start of the interaction there was no need to change it.

There's a couple other interactions but this is probably the most obvious outside of the incredibly shameless shiptease of Rui volunteering himself to play Juliet so Tsukasa could rehearse the proposal scene of his R&J adaptation despite the fact that Nene was in the room in Kamikou Festival!. Also, these scenes I mentioned would have been written long before the pairing between the two characters gained popularity in the fandom, so they were written just because the writers wanted to rather than because they were intentionally targeting a certain group.

(TL by pjsekai eng)

there's also that 1koma that I posted about a while ago. you know, the one where he asks for people to call him the "modern day Hiraga Gennai"? Hiraga Gennai as in the 18th century Japanese inventor who was also gay and wrote multiple works about it. The whole joke of the 1koma is that Rui wants to be known as the modern equivalent of a gay scientist and Tsukasa questions if he really wants to be called that.

The 1komas are played for jokes though, and especially the original ones are quite hard to call canon due to some of the scenarios and character interactions not making sense. But then again, someone on the writing team decided to write a gay joke around Rui for whatever reason that may be and it got passed by higher ups and put in the game (or, 3 versions of the game. the joke didn't make it to EN due to Gennai not being very known amongst the audience).

the only other thing i can think of (and arguably like, the biggest bit of evidence for this theory (? Idk if I should call it that)) is that he doesn't really show any interest in women.

First off, the Valentine's Day 2021 vlive. Quick note that in Japan, Valentine's is traditionally a holiday for girls to give chocolates to boys (while white day is the reverse). You can give platonic valentines too, which is what happens in-game... for the most part.

Those chocolates Rui got could easily just be platonic chocolates from other students, but then you have a few factors to filter in. 1) this is very early into the game, back when his only friends were WxS and Mizuki and 2) Those chocolates aren't from WxS, since Emu and Nene give the boys sweets offscreen after the vlive, and Tsukasa is on the receiving end for this holiday. Of course, one box could be friend chocolates from Mizuki, but that leaves more chocolate boxes than friends to give him chocolates.

Immediately after this, Tsukasa gets jealous that Rui got chocolates and tries to brag that he got some too, before saying too much and revealing he got friendzoned by multiple girls, basically confirming that Rui's chocolates were given with romantic intent. I guess you could say that these were chocolates given out to everyone in 2-B, but then why would they leave it anonymously in his locker? Tsukasa's classmates just gave them out to everyone in-person. The only reason I could think of is that people don't want to associate with him, which is canon, but if that's the case then why even bother. I dunno. This is almost word-for-word from that post I made about the in-universe attractiveness of every character so sorry I made you sit through that again.

Getting back on track, Rui seems very neutral about the fact he got given multiple boxes of what was likely confession chocolate. He just briefly mentions that he forgot the holiday was even happening until he found chocolates and then never brings this up again. I think it's worth comparing his reactions to Tsukasa, who seems to care very much about his abilities (or, lack thereof) to attract women. Obviously Tsukasa is the big reactions/brag about a lot of things guy, but Rui does not really seem to care about the fact that multiple women find him attractive, or just the holiday where he’s supposed to get chocolate from girls in general. But this whole interaction is just for jokes anyway so you don’t have to think too much of it if you don’t want to.

Second sub-point: Shizuku. Shizuku can be considered as the most attractive character in-universe given the sheer amount of characters that have been shown to be attracted to her or at least comment on her looks (currently at least 8 MCs if not more and a few named side characters). Admittedly none of those MCs are male, but it isn't like it's impossible for people to be attracted to the opposite gender in this game, like we just established that Tsukasa says he's interested in women, so the point still stands.

(TL from Tsukasa's #3 fan on YT)

Specifically I would like to point out a scene in A Once-In-A-Lifetime Pandemonium, when the 2-B trio first meet the Miyajo 2nd years. The three of them immediately recognise Shizuku and Airi and then Ibuki describes Mafuyu as "a beauty". Shizuku gives them her idol smile which in their POV has the same sparkles that often (not always, but definitely in this context) show up when characters are attracted to another character (like how Haruka has this effect on Minori and Kohane, and An has this effect on Kohane). Like it's very, very obvious that Rui's friends are attracted to Shizuku and the other girls and they're pretty surprised that he's hanging around with them.

But Rui never acts like this around Shizuku at all, nor does he ever even address the fact that she's good looking. He doesn't even bring it up in their earlier interactions back in the Picnic event or any events after, when a lot of other characters (e.g: Emu, Ena, and Mizuki) commented on her looks almost immediately after meeting her (they did first meet in a pretty stressful situation if you want to argue that, but it still stands that he's never been attracted to her). Similarly in The Tomorrow we Hope for, he does not have any reaction to meeting Haruka for the first time, unlike how we see other characters who are attracted to women (Kohane/Minori/debatably Nene it’s up to interpretation) act around her at first.

at the end of the day i think you could definitely make a case for it. like it's harder to make a solid argument in comparison to say, Kohane, An, or Minori who are outright attracted to other girls and say as such on-screen, but there's definitely some more subtle hints and stuff to work with still and it was actually quite fun to compile them (i took the in-depth part to heart as always sorry anon).

#this isn't meant to invalidate anyone's ships or HCs or whatnot like do whatever you want #do whatever you want with this post it's just for fun. #asks #theory #? i guess?? #rui kamishiro

[readychilledwine]

can we pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee have some angst with rhys where he forgets her birthday?????????

A teeny tiny Rhys kind of angsty drabble with a plot twist ending 👉👈 it kind of took on a mind of its own when I began writing him using his money to get reader's forgiveness..

Plot Measures

Warning - Based on the fan theory that Rhysand is actually evil

The waitress silently handed you the bill. Her hands were shaking as if you were about to explode on her at any second. 

Your anger wasn't with her. She wasn't your mate, home for the first time in 50 years and already making promises they couldn't keep. 

You handed her the payment and a heavy tip, apologizing to her gently as you held her hand in hers and walked out into the streets of Velaris. 

You had shut your end of the bond down hours ago. Choosing to eat in silence at your table for two when you realized Rhysand wasn't coming. You didn't want him to feel your turmoil and burning rage. 

Fae bowed their heads to you, soft greets of “High Lady,” following the movement. You hadn't felt like a High Lady in months, though. Rhys had a new power toy he was all too excited to manipulate and play with, leaving you in the dark as his plotting had finally come to fruition. He was using her. You knew this.

You knew each member of his Inner Circle was a pawn. A piece he could use to achieve the High King Title one day.  Why should you have expected anything more for yourself? Being his mate, his equal in all of this, it didn't mean he treated you above that expectation. Especially with your powers. 

You shook that thought. Being his mate did mean he loves you, and you did at least know that as tendrils of darkness began to race towards you, finding you in the streets and leading you somewhere. 

You sighed outside of the jewelry shop, opening the door and raising a brow at your husband. “Pick whatever you'd like,” his voice was defeated. Face showing the obvious signs of his mistake. “I am sorry, darling.”

You nodded and began to browse as he held you close, kissing each finger. “I have no excuse. I forgot.”

You nodded again, pointing to a salt and pepper necklace and earring set, watching as it was removed from the case, and you continued looking. His lips were near your ear, purring softly enough only you could hear him, “I promise I will make it up to you in the end. That we will have our happy ending. Our perfect victory.” You pointed to another diamond necklace, almost drooling at how finely cut the stones were. "The bracelet and earrings too," Rhysand faked politeness. "I'd also like to see that set closer," he motioned towards a finely made amethyst necklace and earrings set.

You smiled, turning in his arms and playing coy as the worker was preoccupied bagging the expensive gemsets, including the amethyst set Rhysand had approved. "And when you were that crown, will you fuck me on that throne in front of her? Put her in her place and remind her she is truly nothing more than your whore?”

"I'll buy the store if you want. Bathe you in a tub of diamonds, gems, and gold until you forgive me. I'll kneel at your feet, worship you, my queen." You pointed to another piece, a gorgeous choker that fell into body chains. "Gods wear that for me with nothing below it, darling. Let me show you how sorry I am. Anything you ask is yours, my mate."

Rhysand's eyes darkened. “Nightly, if that it what it takes for my darling to forgive me.”

#acotar #acotar x reader #rhys x reader #evil!rhys x reader #rhysand x you #rhysand x y/n #the thought of evil rhys makes me shiver

[dulaglutide]

I have no idea if your requests are still open, I believe they are, so here I go : Is it possible to have the Hantengu Clones (separate) reacting to an SO ( not gendered if possible please ? 🥺👉👈) who’s coming from our days ? Like with phone, games and everything ? They’re just there on their phone listening to music with earphones in, completely vibing for example.

Thank you so much-

This should be interesting. WARNINGS⚠️: sexual themes (Karaku only), swearing. (Y/n= your name)

Hantengu clones x gn! Reader

Aizetsu

You were just walking down the street with your phone out texting your friend wondering how the hell you got here

You heard something move in the bushes so you started to run out of instinct

Little did you know the thing chasing you was was faster than you

You felt something grab your wrist making you stop

You didn’t turn around while you shut your eyes

“What……is that….?” The person behind you said pointing to the phone

Well at least you thought it was a person

You turned around and looked up at somebody who didn’t look human

”W-who are you?!” You yelled a little out of the fear you were experiencing

“Please……don’t yell….it makes me sad……” the thing you were talking to said

”What are you?” You said more calm this time

He ignored your constant questions of what he was and just told you his name was Aizetsu

He asked you what the glowing thing in your hand was again and you told him it was a phone

He was very confused but understood more when you explained it to him and you explained how your from a different time in the world

Sadly you didn’t know how to get home due to you waking up here

So Aizetsu felt bad for you and gave you a place to stay

Sekido

You were walking outside with your phone in your pocket and your earbuds in

It was raining a lot outside but you didn’t hurry due to the fact you didn’t have a home wherever you were

Lightning struck all around you several times but none of the strikes hit you

Somebody walked in front of you with an angry expression

They didn’t look human in the slightest

”Who the fuck are you?!” The thing yelled at you

You we’re intimidated by him but responded calmly, “Y/n, I’m trying to find out how to get home.”

He looked at you like you were crazy

Then he saw something glowing in your pocket as you took it out he smacked it out of your hand

”WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!” He started screaming at you but didn’t kill you for some reason

You didn’t say anything as your stood there in fear

He grabbed you by the throat and asked you again, “What. The. Fuck. Is. That.”

You told him it was a phone and that you weren’t from this point in time

He looked at you like you had lost your damn mind

He let go of you and walked away

Little did you know he was now going to be stalking you to figure out what exactly you were

Karaku

You were walking down the street in clothing that isn’t the usual clothing that somebody would wear in this time zone

In this time zone you would be taken for a whore or slut

You were just in shorts and a t-shirt but that wasn’t what people wore outside everyday

It was night and you were still trying to figure out how the hell you can get home

Until somebody saw you from the trees

A figure jumped down in front of you

You did have to admit he was attractive

“What is a pretty thing like you doing out here…..dressed like that~” it said

He pulled you close to him

You were flustered to say the least and responded, “I-I’m trying to get home….”

He only laughed

You were scared but also weirdly attracted to him

He didn’t look human in the slightest though

“My names Karaku what’s yours, sweet thing?~” He said in your ear

You shivered a little but responded, “Y-Y/n.”

You wanted to run because you were starting to get more scared by the second

He pulled out something from your pocket

He looked very confused at it but he was also interested

You told him it was headphones from your world in the future

He couldn’t wrap his head around it but he wanted to keep you with him

He wanted to keep you protected and for…..other desires

Urogi

You were walking through what seemed to be a forest

You heard what sounded like a hawk and ignored it

You didn’t know that in this world that there were things called demons

You were snatched out of the sky

You screamed loudly and the thing that had grabbed you started cackling loudly

”HAHA, look how pretty of a human you are!” The thing said

You didn’t understand what he was

You were punching what seemed like claws until he dropped you

Your phone fell out of your pocket but you caught it

He grabbed you again before you hit the ground and he was laughing a lot

You didn’t notice he was shirtless until you were pressed up against his chest

You blushed a little but then it talked again, “What is that glowing thing that fell out of your pocket!?”

You were shocked a little that phones weren’t in this world

It made more sense since you saw so many people walking around and carriages

You told him what it was and he didn’t understand so he dropped you again

He seemed to like hearing you scream out of fear so he kept dropping you for a while until you fainted

Sorry if this was short!

#hantengu #hantengu clones #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #aizetsu #kny #hantengu x reader #karaku #aizetsu x reader #sekido #sekido x reader #urogi #karaku x reader #kny urogi #urogi x reader

[arthenaa]

Hey bro I like your writing and I was wondering if you could give us some Mizu x Filipino!Reader hcs🥺👉👈 ̶(̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶n̶a̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶j̶e̶c̶t̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶)̶

I have to make this poetic I'm so sorry but also making it modern!au and canon setting teehee (ALSO DOUBLE UPDATE?) slight nsfw ig!! mdni.

canon divergent, just think of this is as that scene from Goyo where Remedios and Gregorio Pilar do a wholeass pining scene idk

Absolutely met you at some fancy ass noble party

You're a child of a wealthy Senor who's in great partnership with the Lords from the Commonwealth

Mizu's camping in and disguising herself in the party to find more intel on her next target and then she bumps into you

at first you're like very inquisitive of where she came from (considering that you view her as a man at this point), how she enjoys the party and what not

then you're suddenly like ik what you're doing. you're not from here.

Mizu's thrown off bc haha this is an international gathering of sorts and like ppl here are mostly foreign

you're like well its bc you're so obvious when it comes to occasions like this that I've already spotted you from a while back

and so youre like dancing and all and Mizu has no choice but to extract info from you

she reveals that shes looking for a white man, and that he may have connections here in the ph

and coincidence cuz you, who's also a part of the resistance, have been tracing the weapons provider of the spanish army.

so you guys work together. you give her intel, she helps you hunt down the provider and their little goons

it kind of starts like an enemies to lovers .... kind of a forced situation where Mizu has to deal with the resistance in order to get to what she wants but rlly theres no other way around

falls in love w your love for your country

despite your privileged upbringing, you're deeply interconnected with your roots, and have been fighting for the filipino people

you guys fight over the simplest of things, like how she doesnt wear things right or holds weapons correctly

you definitely bond over weaponry though and its history. the first time you've seen her katana, you were so amazed. in return, you showed her a kampilan—a sword carved and forged by your grandfather. she had so many questions.

yeahh overall i think what pulled you together was your shared anger and desperation for justice. No matter the situation, whether it be a resistance against oppression or looking for the man that caused a hellscape within your life, y'all resonated with the emotions and trauma that came with that.

BEST BELIEVE THE SEX WAS GOOD and rough and yes hbejawhejehe mhm

anys thats all. you're like PARA SA PILIPINAS and shes on her knees.

modern au hehe

met through int sch program. mizu is a transferee from japan who joined their uni's international program and got linked w ur sch

she was in one of ur classes and like yeah, she was nearest to u so she had no choice but to ask u for sch stuff

YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS PRETTY CUTE but like u wanted a good impression so u tried to help her as much as u could

even gave her a tour of the campus

showed her a few iconic eating places that she could go to jic her budget was on a limit or wanted good filo food

you wanted to expose her to the culture as slowly as u could just so that she could adapt and pace herself

definitely stuck by your side since then

you learned that she's going to study here for 3 years before going back to japan for her masters, and you're like wow thats so cool and shes like thanks

definitely a gamer

you guys hang out at one of the comp shops nearby (IF NAGAARAL KAYO SA TAFT .... guys suki ako don HAHAHA)

loves learning abt history, esp filipino craftsmanship

you definitely treat her to various street foods

mizu : what's this

you : we call it kwek kwek, but u can call it neon balls

mizu: neon balls????

showed and taught her how public transpo works once, and she gets a hang of it a week later

knows her way around manila than you do (author is projecting mb)

knows basic filo words when navigating. you teach her the slang.

basically friends to lovers guys omg, ayon sana all eme

you do that lips thing where you point w ur lips and at first, she was so confused (this is during your relationship)

she thought you were asking for a kiss and she kissed u and you were like ?!@!?@??$?

mizu: ha

you: I WAS ASKING FOR THE,ASd MUGWTF

mizu: ahhh my bad haha

walks u to class teehee

hangs around in empty class rooms esp comp labs and you guys watch movies there

momol sa dorm, momol sa clasroom na madilim, momol sa may agno charot

MOMOL = MAKE OUT MAKE OUT LANG

revels in simple pda like linking ur pinkies together, thigh against thigh when seating, and just yk so landi. landi niyo.

you have her id pic on the back of ur id and she yours on her clear phonecase

EWWWW GAY PPL (affectionate)

unintentionally matching

loves gifting u jewelry esp necklaces (likes to see it when u guys are in the bedroom, splayed on your chest and just yk decorating your collarbones so nicely)

holds your hand and helps you cross the street omf

pays for ur commute fee when riding the jeepney

memorizes ur kwek kwek and fishball sauce combination

loves exchanging one shoe w u for funsies

loves taking pics w u w the cats on campus

OVERALL A CUTIE TEEHEE!

A/N: DEDICATED KAY DELULU RECEIVER!! eto para sayo sorry ginutom keta ng sobra huhu @ianiralvs may isa pa kong utang sayo na req mo hihi gagawen ko pa yon to muna HHAHHAHA

#arthenaa #the blue eyed samurai #mizu x reader #the blue eyed samurai x reader #mizu fluff

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

I NEED IT! I NEED SOME OF IT!!!

vigilante deku and villain reader please pleasee thank youu 👉👈

NAJSKDHBSJD OFC OMGG I HAVE JUST THE THOUGHT :D

Masterlist <3

Warning: mentions of attempted assault...

Vigilante!Izuku x Villain!Reader

The greenette had been all over the news lately. Of course he has. He's always had a flare for the dramatic.

You, on the other hand, were a little different. You liked to keep yourself free of public attention.

The two of you were just so fundamentally different, that it's just genuinely difficult for you to imagine anything going on between you and him, despite how much he likes to tease and follow you around like a lost puppy.

At least your causes weren't that different though.

He had turned away the chance to become a hero because the title no longer meant anything. It no longer held the same wonder and prestige that it did.

The former heroes are powerless against the government, and law by law, their freedom has been stripped away, taking the magic away from what being a hero once was.

He wanted the freedom to actually be a real hero, without the threat of lawsuit, or the government officials breathing down his neck. He wasn't interested in going to dinner parties with rich snobs, or enforcing laws that were made to be weaponised against groups of innocent citizens.

Everywhere he turned, there was inequality and injustice, from women's rights being taken away, to the demonisation of the poor. He was sick of only being a hero to the rich man. So he turned his back on the legality, because the laws were wrong. He even had AllMight's blessing. He had built a fanbase. The people loved him. You love him.

But you weren't doing this for any greater cause. You were just fucking sick of living in poverty and being spat on by the public and the government. You had been labelled a villain.

Although, the main factor that lead to this label was the evidence provided in court after you had murdered two men in an alley while walking home from work in the dark.

You were a little more than just different from Izuku.

He wanted to save lives. You were okay with cutting them short.

Although the circumstances were very much "kill or be killed" at the time, the law still sees you as a murderer first, and a victim second. So you had ran away from everything. You couldn't get a job, thanks to the fact that you were now a fugitive, and so you had taken to robbing banks, and big industry stores.

At least you had an ethical code though. No stealing from charities, small businesses, or the elderly or disabled. You were completely okay with robbing the dick dressed in an ironed and dry cleaned suit who had just verbally assaulted a homeless man, though.

When Izuku saw this, he laughed, and said "Power to you..."

Don't you just love a feminist man.

You and this fluffy haired, skinny boy had hung out after that for a while, and he had fallen head over heels with you. You were obsessed too, but you weren't sure if you were good enough for him. You had continuously been disadvantaged, and you didn't want to be his disadvantage.

You just couldn't take it.

But he just won't stop bugging you!

Jesus Christ, it's honestly like travelling around with a five year old on a sugar high.

"Pleaaase will you date me? What about now?

"No."

"What about now?"

"No."

"Okay... What about... Nnnnnow-"

"Oh for crying out loud!!"

He was really starting to wear you down, and to be honest, it's hard to say no so many times to something you want so bad. Something that's right there...

"Fine! I'll fucking date you okay? Now shut your stupid face, or I'll shoot that stupidly good looking face off your face!"

He shut up alright. It's pretty hard to talk to someone while your smashing your lips against theirs. You're sure not even the great Deku could do that.

It's like the day chooses this perfect moment to brighten, and the sun comes out from the clouds making a previously, dark and lonely looking street brighten up and transform.

Your eyes widen as he grabs both sides of your face, biting your lip and pushing his tongue into your mouth to woo you. What an idiot. How is this working? The tenseness in your shoulders loosens and you relax as you allow yourself to lean into a kiss that's actually... quite good. How does this little nerd kiss so good?

When he pulls away to smirk at you teasingly, only pressing another quick peck to your lips, he winks at you, one of his hands lowering to your waist while you sigh, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

"So... Go team?"

He snorts and buries a hand in your hair, happy that he can finally stop chasing you, and have you as his own now.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #mha fluff #izuku midoryia x you #izuku imagine #izuku x reader #izuku headcanons #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x fem reader #izuku drabble #bnha x fem!reader #vigilante deku #villain reader #mha x villain reader

[queerofthedagger]

Hullo~ with much joy I saw that you're doing December fic gifts 😍 (first of all, very kind and generous, and a lovely idea!)

I would love to request a dreamling fic if i may!

Several prompts seem similarly appealing and are essentially just different flavours of the same thing?

So my favourite is of course from the fluff list: #37 "Because i love you goddamnit!". But Fluff only becomes sweeter with a bit of angst, so essentially mixed with the same prompt (#32 from the Angst list)? Maybe a bit of #32 from the drabble list: "I think I'm in love with you, and I'm terrified"?

Does that make sense? I hope you find a way to have fun with it anyway ♡

If you do decide to write this, could it be gifted to me (AHopefulSun) on A03 please? 🥺👉👈

Anyway, once again thank you very much and happy holiday time ♡

Thank you so much for the prompt!! I changed the dialogue a bit to make it work, and I'm afraid it ended quite heavily on the fluffier side of things, but there is a hint of angst? 😄<3

(The languages Hob uses are Basque, Croatian, Hebrew, Catalan, and Gaelic; it'll make sense in a hot second, I promise 😄)

Speaking in Tongues

“Are you sure that you’re not cold?” Hob asks, five minutes into their walk back to the New Inn.

The street they are walking down is quiet, snow blanketing this corner of London in glittering jewels of white, and something treacherous flutters in Dream’s stomach at the open concern.

“I believe to have told you before that I do not experience temperatures as you do.”

Hob stops him with a light touch to his wrist; Dream feels it all the way down his spine.

“And I believe I’ve told you before that it doesn’t mean you can’t be uncomfortable,” Hob says, exasperated affection pressed into the corners of his mouth. He turns Dream with another touch and begins to unwind the scarf from around his neck.

“What—” Dream starts, but the words get stuck in his throat when Hob looks at him, smiling and bright-eyed, cheeks flushed from mulled wine and the cold.

Hob had insisted to take him to the Christmas market in Camden, much as he is now insisting to wrap his scarf around Dream’s neck, calloused fingers brushing the skin of his throat. Which is to say, he hadn’t let Dream protest, no matter that Dream did not want to do so, neither then nor now.  

“I know, I know, self-knitted isn’t really your style, and dark blue isn’t part of your usual colour scheme,” Hob says, and his hands rest on Dream’s chest even as his expression seems to grow bashful. “But at least I have a proper winter jacket, and if you really don’t want to wear it, not even until we’re back at the Inn, you obviously don’t—”

Dream catches Hob’s wrist just as he is about to pull away, heat flaring in his chest that is both terrifying and thawing something ancient he thought long dead. “No, I would—I would like to keep it. For now.”

For as long as you’ll let me have it, he does not say.

Hob tilts his head. “You do not look certain of that.”

“I am. I merely… You are much more likely to get cold than I am; why would you give me this?”

It is a loaded question, is about more than a scarf and Hob’s gentle tenacity.

Silence stretches for longer than it should. Hob is looking past Dream until his shoulders straighten with a shuddering breath.

When he speaks, his voice is too steady to sound light-hearted. “Because I love you, and I want you to have it. To know it.”

He states it like a fact, something axiomatic and indelible; night follows day and humans dream. The sun keeps rising, and Hob Gadling loves Dream of the Endless.

Dream swallows, helpless, even as Hob’s eyes stay fixed on him.

“Does this not scare you?” he asks, voice hoarse as the words trip off his tongue.

“Of course, it does; it’s terrifying. That does not change the truth of it, though, does it?”

Dream searches Hob’s face; he is not sure for what. He searches for his own courage and finds it in the warmth of a scarf wrapped around him with care. Finds it in the memory of outrageously sweet coffee orders and cups of mulled wine, in stories told over centuries, and in an Inn built for him. In Hob waiting, always waiting for Dream to catch up.

He admits, “It is terrifying to me, too,” and watches as Hob’s expression morphs through shock and disbelief, finally settling on caution. “You did not expect reciprocation.”

Hob huffs a laugh that borders on hysterical. “I—no, I did not. The last time I dared to call you my friend, you stormed out on me.”

“I apologised; I—”

“No, I know, I’m not…” Hob sighs, and beneath the lingering caution, a hint of a smile starts to form.

A part of Dream itches to vanish into the safety of his own realm, to wrap layers of iron-clad protection back around himself and hide the soft, tender, human pieces once more.

Stepping closer, Hob slips his hands inside Dream’s coat. His palms are warm on Dream’s waist, and it calms his racing, non-existent heart.

“If I kiss you, would it scare you off for good?” Hob asks. His smile is solid now, warm as if sun-soaked in a way only he ever is.

Dream finds that his terror is melting beneath Hob’s touch like snow in a child’s hand. Distantly, he thinks that should scare him. He also finds that he is quite exactly where he wants to be.

“You may; under one condition.”

Hob laughs, his eyes glistening with it. “Of course. Anything.”

Swaying forward, Dream leans into him and closes his eyes. “Tell me again.”

Hob’s fingers dig into Dream’s skin. When he speaks, his breath fans across Dream’s mouth.

“I love you,” Hob says, voice low with the weight of it. “I love you so much that it burns, and I will tell you as many times as you want. I will tell you in languages that I have never used to tell—”

Dream kisses him, falling into it, inevitable; Hob tastes like winter nights and spices, cinnamon and anise and orange. His mouth opens beneath Dream’s as if he has been waiting for this through all his lifetimes.

“Maite Zaitut.”

Pushing closer, Dream cards his fingers into Hob’s hair. “Again.”

“Volim te.”

He bites Hob’s bottom lip and swallows the sound it elicits, tucking it away beneath his ribs for safekeeping. “Again. Please.”

“Ani ohevet otcha. T’estimo. Tá grá agam ort.”

Any more of this, and Dream fears he might choke on his affection. “You know a great many languages to say this in.”

Hob smiles. “Come home with me, and I might tell you why.”

“Incorrigible.”

“You love me, really,” Hob shoots back; beneath the affected cockiness, he looks as if he might need to hear it a few more times, too.

Dream brushes his mouth over Hob’s temple and says, “Indeed I do. Dearest.”

✨December Gift Ficlets ✨

#the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #the sandman fic #mona's writing #december gift-ficlets

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today, on November 10th, 1978 - Queen Story!

"Jazz" album released in the UK

👉 The seventh studio album

➡️ 12/12/1978 - Circus Magazine

🔸In praise of ‘JAZZ’

The boys conjure up a bizarre junket by Mark Mehler

On Bourbon Street, in the heart of New Orleans’ fabled French Quarter, the sign reads, “Bob Harrington-Chaplain of Bourbon Street.” Upstairs, the freelance minister administers to the wicked minions below, while across the street, the Hotsy Totsy lounge features naked women parading across an oak bar from dawn to dusk, and next door, the “X-rated Shop” specializes in scatological posters and joy sticks.

This is Freddie Mercury’s favourite American city, where the Mississippi ends its majestic flow and zealots with big dreams fight a losing battle against hustlers, procurers, and all purveyors of sleaze. It is Freddie Mercury’s favourite city because the lead singer and bucktoothed front man of Queen is, above all, an actor. And in New Orleans, anyone can be anyone they want to be. Tonight, October 31, 1978-Halloween-Freddie Mercury and Queen have flown in 80 reporters from the U.S., Europe, Latin America and Japan, to see a show and be a part of a show at the same time. The third concert on Queen’s 28-city U.S. tour is in the ornate Civic Auditorium. Above the stage are listed the names of the mighty: Shakespeare, Michelangelo, Cellini, Durer, Gounod. Out of the soft blue and green lights and smoke, Freddie Mercury struts like a rooster, striking ballet poses, under an astral guitar blare that neatly skirts the sharp edges of rock & roll. The melodies are undistinguished, but the constant tempo changes of “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “We Will Rock You”, keep an audience awake for nearly two hours of uninterrupted music. The lighting show is one of rock’s most ambitious. Eerie purple lights shine out over the heads of the audience, making their hair seem cloudlike and inanimate. At the midpoint of the show, a smaller stage is lowered from the ceiling and 400 lamps meld into the sheer white plane of curtain light. Freddie is a whirling dervish, dominating every corner of the stage.

“Some people call this song ‘Spread Your Legs’, he tells the audience, introducing ‘Spread Your Wings’. “And I like it that way”.

Starting out in black sequins, he comes out for the first encore bedecked in orange hot pants, dancing around like Peter Pan. For the second encore he’s wearing a revealing, white body stocking. As he wails ‘We Are The Champions’, his voice warbles with mock emotion, and he grasps the microphone for support. At the apex of the triumphant denouement, the top executives of Elektra Records, who have sat smiling throughout the show, arise as one and walk out. Moments later, the show closes with a taping of ‘God Save The Queen’. Body and soul spent, Freddie ambles off stage, drained and spark-less. But Halloween night in New Orleans has just begun.

Back in the ballroom of the Fairmont Hotel, over 400 people have gathered to await Queen and much on a sumptuous table of hors d’oeuvres, such as Oysters Rockfeller and Shrimp Creole. A Dixieland band plays uninspired jazz jingles, until, shortly before midnight, the Olympia Brass band comes marching through the hall accompanied by Queen-the mercurial Mercury, the winsome Brian May, the puckish John Deacon, the velvety Roger Taylor. Suddenly, like a giant circus orchestrated by a deranged ringmaster, a legion of strippers, vulgar fat-bottomed dancers, snake charmers, drag queens, and bizarrely festooned revellers, begin to strut their stuff before the assembled masses. Freddie Mercury is besieged by hungry autograph seekers, groupies and fame-worshippers. People begin shielding their clothes, as an ever-imaginative photographer snaps Freddie signing the bare backside of a willowy transvestite. Freddie begins sucking on his giant overbite nervously, and by 2 a.m., he is mercifully gone. Brian May, who seems to be the true organizer of the night’s carnival, is cornered by persistent Japanese newshounds. “It’s wonderful,” he keeps saying. “It’s so nice to be back.” As the evening wears on, epicene men and butch women act out charades of power that would have embarrassed Hemingway. Three obese black women in g-strings do a pathetic bump and grind, and another female participant amuses a small gaggle of onlookers by putting a cigarette in an unlikely place. People leave to check out the scene on Bourbon Street and drift back to the party like cigar smoke. At 4 a.m., a Queen security guard, haggard and irritable, inquires when it will all be over. “Queen wants the naked disco dancers going to dawn,” informs his partner. And it does. The following day, Queen reappears at a press conference at Brennan’s, one of the French Quarter’s most elegant restaurants. Again, it is Roger Taylor and Brian May who dominate the conversation, as Freddie Mercury seems vaguely preoccupied. The subject of all this is ‘Jazz’, Queen’s new album, which contains no jazz. “People think we take ourselves a lot more seriously than we actually do,” says Roger Taylor. ‘Jazz’, Queen’s reunion with former producer Roy Thomas Baker, offers ‘Mustapha’, an up-tempo Hebrew rocker; ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’, a song that owes a lot to Pure Prairie League’s ‘Amie’; and more indulgent rhapsodies like ‘Jealousy’ and ‘Bicycle Race’, with its topical references to Star Wars, Jaws, and Superman. The ad campaign, like everything about the Band, goes to the limit of good taste: 11 bare-chested, major-league-yabboed women racing bicycles.

“It’s cheeky”, admits Freddie, “naughty, but not lewd. Certain stores, you know, won’t run our poster. I guess some people don’t like to look at nude ladies.”

Freddie, 32, was born in Zanzibar and educated in India, and was a childhood table tennis and hockey prodigy. He studied art and became a graphic designer and illustrator, having given up piano lessons in the fourth grade. But he continued singing, fronting his first band at 14 and forming Queen with Roger and Brian in 1970. After the routine easy grilling, Mercury is cornered outside. “You seem to be removed from the character up on stage. Is that really you?”

“No,” says Freddie, “of course it’s an act.”

He denies pandering to gays; or for that matter, to anyone. He hints at a quiet, restless man who needs to step outside of himself for ego-stimulation.

“I have fun wearing all those costumes,” he says. “I can really cut loose up there”.

Freddie is then swiftly ushered out, and again, Brian May is left behind to field the endless questions of the Japanese. The two-day junket, painstakingly directed by and for Queen, ends with a few straggling journalists eating Bananas Foster and being more cynical than usual. Outside, on Bourbon Street, a folk singer entertains an empty house of red velour seats, affirming that a falling tree makes a sound whether it’s heard or not. Which conjures up something Brian May had said about Queen constantly seeking “direct communication with our audience.” For all the words that describe Queen’s trip to New Orleans, direct is surely not one.

#freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #1978 interview #1978 #jazz tour #jazz album #circus magazine

[onsunnyside]

HAPPY TRAILER PARK DADDY EVE BESTIE IM SO EXCITED LOVE YOU MWAH 😽 ❤️‍🩹

I’m so sad to say this but the update won’t come tomorrow, things have come up in my personal life recently and I have to move the date to next week on Tuesday (hopefully) !! 🥺👉👈

But I can offer a cute fluffy snippet:

“Who have you worn this for?” Ari frowns, a pair of lacy panties hanging off his finger, “That spoiled rich kid?”

“No,” You snatch the lingerie and stuff it into the bottom of the basket, “Ransom always bought me something new.”

“Ransom always bought me something new,” Ari mocks with an eyeroll, “Probably from his parent’s hefty pockets, bet that kid hasn’t worked a day in his life.” He steps before you and grabs your face with a smirk, “It’s okay, baby, you’ve got a real daddy to take care of you now.” He pinches your cheeks until your lips pout. “Awh, my baby was so sad, huh? The brat just treated you like meat?”

You gasp, “Ransom was nice—sometimes!”

“Yeah, yeah, I bet he was a real charmer. Did he cook you breakfast? Pick you up from work? Make sure you wear sunscreen and keep cool outside?” He lists, close enough that you can smell the mint gum in his mouth. “Did he even kiss your forehead? Or your neck how you like? Huh, did he do any of that?”

You just blink up at him, lips still puckered from his fingers in your cheeks. You shake your head, or try to at least.

He tuts his tongue. “Poor girl. It’s okay, sugar. Daddy’s home.” He swoops down, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip as his other hand grips your waist.

Giggling, you shove him away, turning your head last second so he kisses your cheek instead.

“Oh, that’s just mean.”

“So is everything you’re sayin’!” You dodge his kiss again, “you didn’t even know him.”

“I don’t need to know your ex to know he didn’t treat you how you deserve. If he did, I wouldn’t be here right now.” Ari easily lifts you up, placing you on the washing machine, and sliding his hands up your dress.

You hope the laundromat owner doesn’t catch you two.

“Everything I’ve got, I’ve made on my own. Don’t need permission from mommy and daddy for anything I do.” He stands between your legs, craning his neck to meet your gaze. Those blue eyes melt you to the core. “And look at us, being all domestic and shit—next thing you know, we’ll have a dog and the best lawn on the street.”

#very sad #hopefully I’ll still be active and post another snippet tmrw !! #or a drabble from my dilf party #we’ll see what happens #fic ask #fk ask #fk drabble #fk: fluff

[littlegodzilla]

Hey, I’m back! 😂 A request, please.

Alexandria, Pre-Negan.

Daryl and singer!reader are really close since the quarry, mutual pining but he’s still holding back. She’s naturally sweet and carefree. But she’s smart, stubborn and strong. Just the way Daryl likes.

Imagine when the group finally settled down, reader sees that Daryl is unease with the fact that reader is playing the “innocent and naive” role with Carol. Seeing her in a mini summer dress that looks innocently sexy, baking cookies, walking around to secretly spy on the Alexandrians, talking to them, and blending in.

One night, reader was just in her room (she lives with Carol) playing a guitar that she was given from one of the Alexandrians as she mentioned it once that she used to write and play songs in gigs before. Feeling thirsty, she makes her way down the kitchen to find Carol with Daryl, he sees her wearing a silk night gown, all domesticated, forgets that Carol is still talking to get him to shower.

“Okay, I’m saying this because I care about you, Hon.” Reader sighs, continues by making a face. “I’m sorry. But you really stink.” Daryl blushes with the nickname, eventually gives in but not without saying a remark about the reader and carol that just made them roll their eyes. Carol leaves the house for some reason, and then reader tells him that she found men’s clothes in her drawer, he follows behind with reader lacing their fingers together. She gets him the clothes and tells him to meet her back in her room. When he’s done, he walks in to find reader singing with a guitar and a notepad. Reader stops and calls him over to her bed, he sits there, and she tells him she wants him to hear the song she wrote for him. The song is called “Breathless” by Better than ezra but Taylor Swift’s version. (Let’s just pretend she wrote it for him, okay. 🥺 the song is perfect for him.)

He gets all shy, and awkward saying “No one’s ever written a song about me before.”

“You’re so good to me.”

“It’s funny that I’m always with you and you haven’t gotten used to it.” Read says.

Reader begs for him to take it easy on himself. “In fact, you can sleep here with me. I mean, the bed’s big enough for two people. It’s not like we haven’t slept next to each other before.”

“Please, Daryl. Sleep.”

“I’m not sleeping unless you are.”

“You’re a pain in my ass, girl.” Goes to the other side of her bed to lay down.

She puts her stuff away and lays there with him.

Daryl’s still worried that she might slip completely into the role and fall weak, so he tells her. But the main reason is that Aiden, and the other Alexandrian men sees her as a fresh new meat.

“I don’t like the way what’s-his-face looks at you. S’like he’s never seen a pretty girl before.” He says making her laugh and look at him ridiculously. You decide how their conversation goes, please.

Ending with reader falling asleep, and Daryl watches. He feels like a creep, so he carefully leaves her bed. Contemplating whether to leave a kiss on her forehead or not… he does. 😏

I hope you like the idea 🥺

I have an idea for part 2, if you’re interested. 👉👈

Hiii sweetie!!

First at all sorry for taking me so long to post it, I really loved the idea and I needed to search the song but I really wanted to write it, It was a beautiful idea and... I took some liberties, I hope you don't mind!!

The second part just depends if you liked the first one🤭

Hope you like it as much I did writing it!

Enjoy!!

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Breathless.

Daryl Dixon x Singer!Reader.

One shot.

Requested by: @ravendixon

Warnings: Fluff and little sad too.

Words: 4300

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @thefemininemystiquee @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @xxtinasxxblog @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338 @b-tchymoon @minervadashwood @darylssluttt @let-love-bleeds-red @ravendixon @livingdeadblondequeen

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Alexandria seems a safe place. When Aaron takes you all there, the doors open and you can see the streets of the community, everything is in perfect condition, the people who already live there go from one place to another, focusing on their own tasks, but it is true that the newcomers attract attention and come closer to see them and say hello. Rick's group is still alert, you have been through too much, Terminus is still very much on your mind, you are still mourning your losses, both for the Prison and for your companions left behind. Deanna welcomes you all, one by one you pass by her office to tell them about your experiences outside those walls.

You feel short of breath as you are shown where you will be living, two beautiful two-flood houses for your group. You unconsciously hold onto Daryl's arm, pressing your fingers against his skin. He looks at you with a slight frown.

"Yer 'kay?"

"Y-yeah, I just... I never thought I'd live in a house again." You confess feeling a little embarrassed and Daryl smiles putting his arm around your shoulders.

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A couple of weeks have passed and the group seems to be adjusting well to the community. Some are still leery that things are so easy in there, your people are not prepared for an attack, to defend themselves from death, Rick wants to talk some sense into Deanna and Maggie is his best card for that. Carl has made friends, some already have jobs helping to build and protect the community.

And then there's you.

Daryl remembers the first day you left your new house along with Carol. He was sitting on the porch fixing his crossbow, he hadn't even entered the house yet, it was like a barrier he couldn't cross. His best friend came out dressed as if she were a simple housewife, Carol could be many things, but certainly not what she pretended to pretend to be; an innocent, scared, helpless woman. He opened his mouth ready to mock her when you came out of the house too and his words got stuck in his throat as his brain shut down.

Ever since you met at the quarry there has always been a little tug of war between you, your friendship has grown stronger over time, Shane taught you to shoot at the Greene's farm, but he taught tracking, hunting, you both liked to go out into the woods and look for small animals to take back to camp, nothing too big as you didn't feel safe using the hunter's crossbow, it was like an extension of himself and you feared you might break it. Since you felt, albeit momentarily, that you were safe in the CDC something started to change between you, a little more intimate, more intense atmosphere was created around you, everyone noticed, Daryl noticed, but he always took a step back. He liked you the way you were, loving and kind, but also determined, strong, stubborn sometimes too, but that made the game you had more interesting. Still he never dared to say anything out loud, he knew you deserved better than him, even though he knew perfectly well your feelings for him.

That's why when he saw you show up like this; stripped of your military pants, your black high boots, all the layers of t-shirts you always wore on top to avoid bites, your gun holster on your leg, your belt with your knives and the rifle on your back to change it for a sky blue dress, tied at the neck, long to mid-thigh, your bare feet only protected by sandals that buckled at your ankles, plus you had left your hair loose, falling unruly and wild, still a little wet. Daryl was convinced that he had never seen you expose so much skin before and that made, even though his brain was off, all the blood rush to his crotch, making him feel terribly uncomfortable with himself.

He had never felt only sexual desire towards you, in fact he had always looked at you with respect, as a friend, as a companion, he did have feelings for you, but it was not only a physical attraction, nevertheless when he saw you dressed like this he had a terrible urge to run his fingers up and down your legs, wondering if your skin would be as soft as it looked, if it would be warm and delicate under his big rough hands, calloused from intense work.

"Y-ya look ridiculous..." Was the only coherent thing he was able to say when you were already walking away from the house.

Since that day you and Carol have taken on the role of the simple, kind women of the group, wanting to fit in, too scared of the outside world to go back. It was all a facade, you were trying to figure out what exactly this place was, why everything seemed so wonderful, something must be hiding and you had to protect your people. Still the role of housewife you were good at, baking cookies with Carol, learning to cook old woman's recipes, gossiping with other women of ages close to yours. Being one more.

**

That night Daryl arrives tired, he has been out all day, since Eric got injured Aaron has asked him to be his partner to explore and recruit people, he has even shown him a motorcycle to pieces that, if he manages to restore it, will be his, Daryl feels good with this, it allows him to get out of those walls that stifle him and having his hands and mind busy on the bike makes him think less about the flight of your dress every time he sees you strolling the streets of Alexandria.

Today has been a particularly intense day, Aaron wanted to capture a horse to take with them, but finally the Walkers have arrived before them, it was a pity, it could have been useful to them, but now the world is more of a bastard than it was before.

He sighs taking the crossbow off his back as he enters the kitchen, Carol is there preparing something to eat to continue to fascinate the rest of the inhabitants, Daryl no longer makes an effort to bother her with his jokes, the woman ignores him completely. He sets the crossbow down on the counter and receives a sharp glare from her companion.

"Sorry." He mutters taking it from the table.

She just smiles and goes on with what she is doing, her friend just sits on a free stool, watching her silently. Suddenly his head rises as he hears a soft melody coming from upstairs, your voice accompanies it seconds later.

It's fascinating, he's always found it so, that ability you have to relax his whole body with your voice, he discovered you could sing at the Greene farm, when you and Beth would spend some time with her guitar, the two of you on the porch singing, trying to relieve the uneasiness of the whole situation around you. At first Daryl felt irritated, there were important things to take care of, sitting there around the fire singing as if it were a religious camp was getting on his nerves, but at the same time soon after he found himself looking for those little moments that mitigated his own nerves and his anxiety about not finding Sophia.

After the prison fell he had not heard you sing again, it is true that you had spent all that time apart.

But now...

He can't help but close his eyes and let the muffled melody from the distance rock him lightly on his stool, feeling the tiredness grow heavier in his body, wanting to fall asleep right there.

"Why don't you finally take a decent shower, go up there and get your affairs in order?" Carol's voice snaps him out of his trance as if a bucket of water has been thrown over him. He stirs uncomfortably and denies.

"There's nothin' to put in order."

"Daryl..."

"Carol. No." He cuts her off abruptly, Daryl has long since stopped being the wild dog that accompanied his brother Merle, with a shitty temper and getting defensive at every second, but sometimes he needs to stop her.

The melody has stopped, Daryl isn't aware of it until he hears your footsteps approaching all the way to the kitchen. Again his brain shuts down when he sees you walk in wearing a soft silk nightgown, bare feet, and hair made into a bun with the help of a pen. You greet them with a nod, not really caring that Daryl sees you like this, and grab some water from the tap.

"...And take a shower." Daryl hears as an echo of his friend's voice, but his eyes are totally riveted on you. You nod your head after drinking your glass of water.

"Carol's right, we're telling you because we care about you, Hon." You tell her sighing. "I'm sorry, but you stink..." You pout a little in apology, but Daryl just feels a ringing in his ears.

He is not even capable of being offended by your words. Honey. You've called him honey and even though he knows it's just a small token of affection, it gets his heart racing and his cheeks warm. It sounds good, he likes the way the word comes out of your mouth, it gives him goosebumps, he knows he's never had that feeling, not like this. He stays in the background, or at least he feels that way, you continue talking to Carol as the woman takes what looks like a lasagna out of the oven and places it carefully on the counter, it smells good, looks appetizing, but even that doesn't bring him out of his state, totally transfixed watching you rub your bare arms and your feet twitch nervously.

"Take care, Carol, see you tomorrow." You wave goodbye to the woman who leaves the kitchen and at the same time the house. The pomp where Daryl's mind was submerged then breaks.

"Where's she goin'?" he asks confused, but you shake your head.

"She has a date." You joke, waggling your eyebrows mischievously, and Daryl frowns. "You know? I found some men's clothes in my room, a young couple probably slept there, why don't we take a look and try something on?"

Daryl is going to protest. No, he's not going to change clothes, he's not going to try on anyone's clothes. It's fine the way it is, thank you. But you take his hand, pull him close and head upstairs. Your fingers intertwine and Daryl forgets what he meant again, his gaze locked on your hands, the warm touch running down his body, letting you guide him without resistance.

You enter your room, Daryl stands in the doorway contemplating the place curiously, it's decorated, but it's obvious you've made some changes with your own taste, on the bed there's a guitar and several sheets of paper scattered here and there.

"A guitar?"

"Yes, Carl's friends gave it to me." You explain, opening your closet and taking out a brown box from there that you leave on the table. "They have like a secret base that they go around keeping things that are found in uninhabited houses, Carl told them that I sang and wrote songs before all this and they gave it to me." You explain feeling your cheeks redden a little.

"That's great." He admits moving a little closer to you. "It's been a long time since I've heard ya sing." He gets sincere, your eyes connect and you stay like that for a few seconds until you finally look down, sheepishly, and pull a t-shirt and pants out of the box.

"Why don't you try these on? I don't know exactly your size, but I think it might fit you." You urge him and Daryl takes it, though he's still not quite sure about this. "When you're ready, come and show me how it fits." You ask him with a wink.

********

So now he's there, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, his hair wet after the shower he has taken. He's not sure if it's been ten or twenty minutes since he got in there, but he really wanted to wash himself thoroughly before putting on the clothes you've given him. His eyes roam over his own body, beard several days old, skin toasted by the sun, marked by dozens of wounds, scars, bruises from expeditions, alone or with Aaron, not to mention the memories branded on his back. No, he's certainly not the man you deserve.

He grunts at his own reflection before putting on the t-shirt and pants you have found, he feels overwhelmed suddenly, the t-shirt is too tight around his arms and neck, the man wearing those clothes was thinner than him or at least his body was different, in the pants he fits well, he has to admit he has to reposition himself inside the fabric reminding himself that for things like this he prefers wider clothes. He leaves the bathroom returning to your room, again there is music coming from there, he shyly peeks out the door not wanting to interrupt you. From his position he watches silently as you mumble a melody, you stop your fingers along the guitar to pick up your pen and write something on your sheets, you play again, stop, cross out what you have written and put something else and try again. Daryl smiles to see you so focused, he enters the room and you stop to look at him. His cheeks redden again as your eyes run over him from head to toe and you smile in amusement.

"You don't look bad at all..."

"'M gonna explode." He confesses waving his arms trying to get comfortable under the fabric. You laugh and gesture for him to come over to the bed and crawl across the mattress to grab a pair of scissors. Daryl walks over to you, sits down next to you and lets you cut the sleeves off his shirt, like all his old t-shirts, you also make a couple of cuts on his neck and Daryl feels like he can breathe normal again. "Thanks..."

"My pleasure, honey, for anything you need." You offer and leave the scissors on the bedside table.

"What yer doin'?" he asks you trying to concentrate again on your papers and not all your exposed skin.

"It's... I'm glad you asked." You smile broadly confusing him a little. "I'm writing a song about you and I'd like you to hear it." You propose, Daryl's heart pounding in his chest, feeling his hands suddenly tremble.

"No one's ever written a song about me before..." He whispers shyly and you can't help but smile. "I'd love to hear it."

Even though you smile excitedly you can't help but let your nerves get to you a little. It's a song you've been working on since the guitar fell into your hands a few days ago. You've put a lot of your feelings about him into it and even though you know Daryl would never do anything to hurt you, you're scared to see his reaction. You settle down on the mattress, cross your legs and place the guitar in your lap. Daryl swallows hard as in your movement the skirt of your nightgown has lifted a little and he could see a flash of pink under it, giving him a small heart attack. Now the guitar acts as a barrier between his eyes and your... and he appreciates it.

Immediately the melody begins to flood the room, the soft chords once again engulfing Daryl in a state of relaxation that he still can't explain.

Here you are now

Fresh from your wars

Back from the edge of time

And all that you were

Stripped to the bone

I thought you'd want to know

Again your voice and the chords rock his body, they bring calm and relaxation to his mind, he missed seeing you and hearing you sing, now he is aware of it, he feels a little prick in his chest because Beth is not by your side to accompany your song, your voice guides him to those quiet days in the Prison when he thought you had found the perfect shelter, that nothing bad was going to happen to you again.

When you feel the world is

Crashing all around your

Feet come running headlong

Into my arms

Breathless.

I'll never judge you

I can only love you

Come now, running headlong into my arms

Breathless.

Can he kiss you? would it be okay if he did when you finished singing? Because Daryl feels an urgent need to do so, he wants to lean into you, cradle your face in his hands and kiss you on the lips, softly, slowly, enjoying the sensation, guessing how they feel, whether they will be soft, warm, the taste of your skin against his, of your tongue tangling with his.

He would really love to find out.

However he comes back to reality when you stop singing, your gaze on him, waiting for him to say something, but as the song says, he is breathless. He feels on cloud nine, unable to believe that all that came out inspired by him, all those things fearlessly expressed towards him. He'd love to accept it, he'd love to smile like you're doing right now and let go.

But no.

"Dunno how I could have inspired ya to write that..." He mutters with a shrug. "I'm nothin'..."

"You're everything to me, Daryl." Your smile saddens a little, but doesn't falter. "It's funny, I'm always with you, but you still haven't noticed..."

Of course he has noticed, but for both your sakes it's better to keep pretending you haven't. He shakes his head, starting to feel awkward in his own skin, you're waiting for him to say something, something he's not able to put into words, so you decide it's time to leave. He clears his throat and rubs his hands against his pants.

"I should go, I gotta stand guard..."

"What? No." You stop him by grabbing his arm. "You can't go, you need to rest."

"I'm fine."

"Of course not." You snap annoyed. "You need to sleep, please..." You look at him pleadingly. "Actually, you can sleep here with me, the bed is big enough for both of us..." You invite him with a shrug. "It wouldn't be the first time we slept together either..."

No, it wouldn't be the first time. When you had to run away from the Greene farm, you wandered from place to place in search of shelter, the cold and hard months were bearing down on you, many nights you slept out in the open, only covered with your sleeping bags or blankets, Daryl watched you shiver several nights until one day he lay down with you and hugged you covering your bodies with his poncho. You tensed next to him not knowing what to say, but he just settled back and moved his arm away from your body.

"Sleep, ya gonna be exhausted tomorrow." He growled against your hair.

Several nights it was repeated that Daryl slept with you, even, after several days, his arm came back to your waist, another under your head, being totally glued against each other.

"Ya need to rest." He says shaking his head, pushing those memories from his mind.

"So do you, and I'm not going to sleep until you do..." You say resolutely, crossing your arms, glaring defiantly at him. Daryl snorts in amusement.

"You're a pain in my ass, girl." He huffs, but walks back over to you, making you smile excitedly. "Step aside."

Still grinning you crawl back across the mattress, drop your guitar and papers on the floor, undo the sheets by crawling underneath, Daryl takes off his boots and lies down next to you, but on top of the sheets, straight as a stick, face up, hands resting on his own belly.

"Daryl..."

"Go to sleep." He almost commands you, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. You sigh and settle back, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

You try to sleep despite how tense Daryl is next to you, you have to admit you're tired, it's been a long day, you're easily overcome by sleep, but you don't want to sleep yet, you want to feel his body relax and agree to sleep with you, leaving that state of continuous alertness. Daryl next to you, chews his lip restlessly, feeling even a slight taste of blood in his mouth, your body glued to his arm, even though you are covered with the sheets, manages to make him nervous, his mind starts to wander, he knows he is not the only man there, that within the walls of Alexandria there are people your age, men closer to having things in common with you, he has seen them look at you.

He grunts and stirs in his seat at the thought.

"What's wrong?" You say in a sleepy voice.

"N-nothin'... just thinkin'..." He whispers and you settle back in your seat.

"About what?"

"I think ya and Carol are adjustin' easily to this place...yer fittin' in with its people..." She confesses, her fingers moving nervously over her belly. "I've noticed that Deanna's son...Aiden...is with ya a lot..." That last he says in a whisper, feeling ashamed of how she feels.

"What?" you ask now more awake, propping yourself up on your elbow.

"I don't like the way he looks at ya..." He keeps talking and chews harder on his lip. "That asshole is like he's never seen a pretty girl before." He hisses like a cat, you widen your eyes in surprise, you can't stop yourself in time, a chuckle escapes between your lips, Daryl turns his head to look at you, he chews his lip again before frowning.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just... I've never heard you use that word before." You joke.

"Which one, asshole?" your laughter vibrates the bed as you know Daryl is asking sincerely.

"Pretty." You say staring at him watching his expression go blank as he becomes aware of it. "You've never told me you think I'm pretty before..."

Okay, ya just got ywrself into this, now get out, Romeo. Daryl hears in his own head and feels his body squirm on the bed, he could get up and run away, say something stupid and even ignore you, turn away and pretend he's sleeping, but your gaze shines brightly and even your cheeks have a hint of pink in them. It's true that you look pretty to him, you always have, even covered in Walker blood or stained with mud from long walks through the woods in search of shelter. He has never ceased to think of you as....

"Beautiful." He says aloud and the two of you are shrouded in a tense silence, Daryl knows he can't back out now, so he clears his throat and shrugs. "I've always thought ya were beautiful." He confesses at last, and again time seems to freeze right there, even Daryl has the sensation of holding his breath.

You're so close, yet so far away, it would be so easy to ignore all the alarms ringing in his head and lean in and kiss you, like he was thinking when you were singing for him. For him. His heart beats violently in his chest and he's sure you can hear it too, you haven't moved an inch from your position, your eyes fixed on him, your cheeks now a deep red color, but there's an amused, nervous smile plastered on your face. Out of the corner of his eye Daryl spots the movement of your fingers playing with the sheets, you're planning something in your mind, he knows you well, he knows he has to stop you, so his gesture hardens a little and he grunts.

"But I've never told ya because yer a stuck up child." He snaps. "And now go to sleep at once or tomorrow there'll be no one to put up with ya." That said, he half rolls over on the mattress with his back to you, still hearing his heart beat a mile a minute.

He can't see the smile forming on your mouth, but he can imagine it, even though he's on top of the sheets you snuggle against his back, resting a hand on the center of it and your forehead as well, you feel his body relax a little, but not too much, your smile doesn't wipe off your mouth when you start mumbling.

Lay down your guns

Too weak to run

Nothing can harm you here

Your precious heart

Broken and scarred

Somehow you made it through

I only ask that you won't go again

In whispers you hum his song until your words turn into a soft snort because you've fallen asleep. Daryl doesn't move until he's absolutely sure you're asleep, carefully turning over on the sheets to watch you. The peace that overflows from you at that moment sticks in his chest like a stake, despite being asleep, your smile hasn't disappeared from your mouth, you are calm, at peace, nothing seems to disturb you, it seems so simple. Daryl would love to do the same, to lie next to you, to cuddle up to your body and hide his nose in your neck, to fall asleep cradled by your voice and that soft smell of almonds that your skin gives off.

But he can't, the world will never be safe again and he needs to protect you and the best way is to keep you away from him.

Uncomfortably he gets out of bed to let you sleep. He watches you silently after putting his boots back on and leans over you, leaving a small kiss on your forehead. You stir at his touch, but don't wake up. He smiles observing how calm you are and walks to the bedroom door, he stands there for a moment in his mind your song still plays.

"I need to go, babygirl, or I'll do something I'll regret later." He whispers. "Maybe the Monroe brothers aren't so bad after all." He feels a strong heartburn eat away at his insides and he growls walking out of your room.

***

The End.

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I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories.

#my stuff #norman reedus #normanreedus #daryl dixon #ask me #music #daryldixon #twd fanfiction #one shot #not smut #fluff #little angst #requested #ask request #fanfic request #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x singerreader

[sleepanonymous]

Hello!! I'm sorry if you've already answered this, but I was wondering how early you queued up for your ritual? Mine is in a few days, and I'm not sure how early to plan to be up and out the door. I would love to get barricade or close to it if I can! I was also wondering if you had any other tips for waiting in line for a while? Hydration and SPF are definitely gonna be a priority for me.

P.S. I always see you answering questions for others here in a very thorough and non-judgmental manner, and I really appreciate the positivity you bring to the fandom! Thank you for being around and creating such a welcoming space. It's one of the biggest reasons I've stayed interested in engaging in the fandom side of things.

Hi, thanks for the question! I think I have answered this on Tumblr already, but I don't mind talking about this again lol, especially since I think it was only in a comment on a post and not an actual post. I never mind going into details either. And thank you so much, there are some really shitty spaces in this fandom 👉👈🥹 I'm just trying to help keep the vibe on Tumblr friendly and welcoming. Nearly everyone here has been super lovely, so I'm lucky to be part of this side of the fandom 🖤

In Phoenix my friend group (four of us) showed up a little after 5:30 in the morning. There were four people ahead of us who lined up at midnight and 3:30 am. Because the pit was so small for the Phoenix ritual (I'm guessing 200 people max), only about two dozen people were in line by eight in the morning and every single one of us was on the barricade. This will be different for every venue depending on how it's sectioned off (pit vs seats vs lawn/grass etc.). So for a larger venue with a bigger pit section, you'll likely see more people lining up earlier in the morning.

The venue itself was extremely hospitable and allowed us inside the lobby area to use the restroom and refill our water bottles, except during soundcheck from around 3:00 pm to 4:30 pm. Obviously that's a venue thing, and not something I had ever experienced before, but you may get lucky, especially if the venue has security hanging out with the line in the daytime. Another tip if you haven't checked already, see if there are Fast Pass options for your venue that you can purchase as an add-on from Ticketmaster or through the local box office. Regardless of what time you show up or your number in line, those with a Fast Pass will always get through the doors first.

What I did before I knew that using the venue for water and bathrooms was an option was check out the surrounding area on Google maps. The Arizona Financial Theatre is in Downtown Phoenix, so there were a number of restaurants and I think a CVS within a half-mile that people from the line would occasionally visit (it also gave us a reason to walk around the venue and check out the tour busses lol). If this is an option, you can also scope out the venue the day/evening before the ritual; this is especially helpful if there's another concert going on that day, so you can see where the line forms for your venue and what the sunlight situation is like.

Since I didn't drive and I showed up to the venue using rideshare, I made the mistake of wearing my ritual outfit and makeup the entire day. It wasn't awful, but I am now sporting fishnet tan-lines on my legs 😆 What others did was show up in their pajamas or general street clothes, and closer to doors they changed into their ritual outfits and did their makeup in their cars. That's probably the only thing I would have done differently, to be honest; bring your outfit with you, and dress for the weather accordingly that day. Keep an eye on your weather app, especially if you're travelling and unfamiliar with the area you'll be waiting in. Also, check to see what time the sunrise happens in that location, because that's what made my friends and I decide on lining up at 5:30. No band is worth getting harassed in the middle of the night for, especially if you're in an all female/femme group.

Something that goes nicely along with SPF and hydration is earplugs. I bought knockoff Eargasm earplugs off Amazon since I knew I'd be going to a festival and 2 concerts within a week and didn't want to go deaf. They worked amazingly for me, in the pit at SNW, on the barricade in Phoenix, and at the back of the venue in Albuquerque, plus I didn't have to deal with my ears ringing for hours after.

This last thing isn't so much of a tip, but! Since you'll have the time while waiting and you're trying for barricade, learn the lyrics to an Empire State Bastard song or two. Specifically the last song of their set, The Looming. It's one of their more "chill" songs and has clean vocals. One of my friends started singing it back to the band during her second ritual of the tour, and Simon (the singer, and also likely one of baby Vessel's influences) got so happy he pointed her out in the crowd. Then you can make some British Millennials™️ very jealous by boasting about how the dude from Biffy Clyro pointed you out in a crowd.

This also isn't much of a line tip either, but if you're planning on filming/taking photos, use ESB as your test subjects to tweak your camera settings. That way you're not fumbling so much with your phone while Sleep Token is on stage.

#asks #sleepanon answers #sleepanon rant #sleep token #teeth of god tour

[dogbunni]

alright trans mascs in the UK listen up, bc I have some knowledge to impart.

you know that high street fashion brand. Peacocks. no one ever goes in there anymore. kinda dying off. well they sell these sports bras, and I decided to buy some on a whim, bc binding has been hell for me recently and I can't really do it anymore. and oh my god. they don't get me flat, but it's pretty damn close. look.

here is one of the bras I bought, it's a UK10-12. it came with padding but it's easily removed.

and here I am wearing the same bra but in white. (vest top over it bc I'm shy 👉👈) like I said, it doesn't get me flat, but as someone with a C cup chest it's not half bad

and once I have a top on over it, look at that. tell me that isn't good. this bra cost me £7, even with buying 3 of them it's still cheaper than my binder or any of the KT tape I've tried in the past. and tbh, my binder doesn't get me flat anyways. I'm literally never binding again, these sports bras are it for me!

obviously I can't say how well this would work for people with chests larger than C cup. but for £7 it's so cost effective, and I was wearing one yesterday and had someone ask if I'd gotten top surgery. no one's ever asked me that before, even when I wore my binder religiously. fucking. peacocks, man.

#transmasc #trans masc #trans man #safe binding #binding #im pretty sure peacocks is only a thing in the uk but id be very happy to be wrong

[heartfulselkie]

*drops an armful of things on my way in*🧃🧸📚🥐🏜️🦋🦴🐚 oops

I uh...I think you dropped something 😂

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I have one tattoo but would like to get more! The one I have already is of the Outsider's Mark from the game Dishonored and its on the back of my shoulder. I would have gotten it on the back of ym hand like in the game, but I knew that would wear out pretty fast (and I also wasn't wanting something too painful for my first tattoo). I would like to get other ones, but because of reasons it might never happen.

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

I guess it depends what kind of mutual? If you mean the kind of mutual that I would politely nod at if we passed by in the street, then that really just happens by chance. I see a blog I like and follow them. Maybe they follow me back or were already following me 🤷‍♂️ If you mean the kind of mutual I cook blorbos with and bark at each other at all hours over blorbo thoughts then that isn't something that would happen through Tumblr alone I don't think. The mutuals I play pass the brain cell with are people I've had relatively frequent conversations with on discord so we know we just kind of click. I'm very bad at conversation (especially with new people) though so it can take a while for me to settle into frequent talking with someone 😅

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

A grocery list. Not very exciting 😂

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

I have forgotten any and all internet references in existence upon being asked this.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Any comment... 👉👈 As long as its not negative I'm happy to receive any comment. I'm a glutton for validation.

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

I wish I'd been surrounded by better people when I was younger. I've dealt with a lot of failure from the various adults in my life, and now that I'm an adult myself I'm having to fix all that and pick up the slack. I like to think there's another version of me in some alternate timeline that got to pursue the things they love and know themself much sooner than where I'm at now. Maybe they'd be completely different. Or maybe they'd be the same. It's just something I think about. (I really tried to think of a less depressing answer to this one but I am really just a melancholic sort of person through and through 😂)

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Just...just one?? I can find inspiration from almost anything if its something that resonates with me. Music, video games, movies, books... But I suppose something I always come back to is fairy tales (and also fae creatures themselves). It's just something I grew up with and I have spent a lot of time being obssessed with the mythology and lore of them.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

It's a very situational kind of thing. Generally I hate surprises that mean a change of plans or things being sprung on me out of nowhere. But small things like someone saying "I got you X thing because it reminded me of you/because I know you like it" is always nice. Like I cried on my last birthday because my dad sent me flowers and I wasn't expecting anything 😂

[Truth or Dare Ask Game]

#noctie #🌃 #ask selkie #ask game

[zenonaa]

30, ikuzono 👉👈

Too quick, mumbled into your scarf

When Mukuro Ikusaba was fourteen-years-old, a freak snowstorm struck her squad’s camp on a mountain in the Sinai Peninsula. The Fenrir Mercenary Group’s search team didn’t discover them until three weeks later, by which time Mukuro was the only one who hadn’t frozen to death. 

Upon being questioned by her rescuers about how she survived, she stated, “I’ve trained heavily in this sort of environment.”

Growing up, she spent many winter evenings outside various bars and izakayas. She would stand and wait while Junko flocked between different establishments. The twins started doing this in elementary school and continued even after enrolling at Hope’s Peak. Even though they didn’t have to anymore. They no longer had to beg or steal or flirt to survive. They didn’t live on the streets.

Yet Junko still regularly drags Mukuro to alleyways fleeced with izakayas and bars.

“Stay here,” says Junko, bundled up in a white leopard coat that looks far warmer than Mukuro’s school blazer. Just seeing Junko’s Monobear earmuffs, commissioned from the Super High School Level Cosplayer, makes Mukuro’s ears burn with desire. Or it could be the onset of hypothermia.

Though the evening has only recently started sinking its teeth in, snow has been gushing down for hours. When Mukuro survived that snowstorm all those years ago, she fashioned herself appropriate wear from the camp’s supplies and growing pile of corpses. Here, she wears her school uniform. Short skirt. Shoes with thin soles. Shirt that becomes dangerously translucent when wet. She’ll endure this storm, like she has all the others, but it won’t be comfortable. At all.

“Please can I come in with you?” asks Mukuro as snow whips her face.

A scowl flits onto Junko.

“Don’t you remember?” Junko wags a gloved finger. 

At the same time, they say, “Mukuro-chan can’t accompany Junko-chan because she is far too ugly and smelly and has the charm of a slug.”

“That’s right,” says Junko, beaming. She pats Mukuro’s frigid cheek before strutting away, bathed in neon signs and red lanterns’ glows until she disappears inside a bar.

A sigh escapes Mukuro. Each time she asks, the outcome is always the same. Junko often says Mukuro isn’t as stubborn as a mule, but as stupid as one. Mukuro parks her butt against a wall and pulls her phone out of her blazer pocket. When she was with Fenrir, one of her comrades introduced her to a trademarked lettered tile game. The mobile app helped her improve her English, and whenever she saw a word tile with a letter and number on it, she remembered him fondly. Shame a landmine blew him to tiny pieces.

It’s a decent pastime, and the texture on her gloves allows for Mukuro to touch her phone screen without taking them off. However, as more snow falls, the screen starts playing up. Apps open and close without her doing the appropriate touches. Letter tiles ricochet off the sides of the screen. Grimacing, she puts her phone away and tucks her hands under her armpits, and she waits for her sister to return.

And she waits.

And she waits.

And she wai-

“Ikusaba-san?”

Mukuro turns her head an inch, working against the snow piled all over her. Sayaka Maizono blinks, dressed nice and cosy in a red winter dress with fake fur trim and a matching shoulder shawl. Her blue hair writhes in the wind, yet her wool beret perches firmly on her head. The pink scarf around her neck flutters elegantly. She looks like she’s from a brochure, while Mukuro resembles a snowman. Only instead of a carrot, Mukuro looks like she has a tomato wedged on her face with twin icicles sticking out the bottom.

It’s a wonder Sayaka recognised her. Or wanted to associate with her.

“Are you all right?” asks Sayaka, brow crinkling. Mukuro tries to open her mouth, but her lips have frozen shut. She licks at the join until they come apart.

Then she says, “Ick ine.”

Sayaka’s frown deepens as she steps up to Mukuro. When she raises her hand, Mukuro tenses. But Sayaka doesn’t hit her. Instead, she brushes snow from Mukuro’s shoulders and face. She sweeps it out of her short dark hair too.

Each touch feels like the caress of a blade. Mukuro’s nerves light up, and blood pounds between her ears. At any moment, Sayaka could dig a finger into her flesh, or try to sink her teeth into Mukuro’s pale neck. If she did, at least Mukuro would know what to do. She knows every counter to every attack, but when it comes to Sayaka’s soft hands, her mind draws a blank.

“There. Much better,” says Sayaka, smiling. “I can see your face now.”

If it had been Junko, she would have put a paper bag over Mukuro’s head instead. Mukuro’s heart thunders. Though Sayaka has taken her hands off Mukuro, they’re still standing close together. Too close. Snowflakes dust Sayaka’s eyelashes. Perfume, jasmine and earthy, weaves through the flurry of snow and stabs up Mukuro’s nose. The smart thing to do would be to shove Sayaka away, because if Junko discovered them, discovered how Sayaka could immobilise Mukuro just by stroking her cheek, then Mukuro would be deemed faulty. Useless. Disposable.

“Enoshima-san must be so happy to have a sister as dependable as you,” says Sayaka.

Mukuro stiffens. “How’d...?”

Sayaka cocks her head, lips curtseyed in a grin. “I read your mind.” 

When Mukuro touches her hands to her temples, as if checking whether her thoughts are leaking out from there, Sayaka giggles. It’s a small, delicate sound that Mukuro wants to grab out of the air and bottle.

“I’m joking. I have good intuition. You are funny, Ikusaba-san.” Sayaka gets her phone out of her coat pocket and frowns. “Ah, I have a meeting with my agent soon. I would love to keep you company, but I can’t be late. He told me off pretty badly last time.”

Her lips twist in thought. Mukuro’s gaze gets sucked into them.

“I hate to leave you... so this will suffice.” Sayaka unwraps her scarf and layers it around Mukuro’s neck. “There. It’ll almost be like I’m still with you.”

Mukuro strokes it gently, her face aflame. It’s almost like... an embrace. A hug. Junko would kill her if she knew. Sayaka may as well have laid a noose on her, yet she doesn’t want to remove it. Not yet. Stupid as a mule.

“I love you,” whispers Mukuro into the scarf.

“What did you say?” asks Sayaka, squinting. Mukuro twitches.

“I um... said... I... love... stew!”

She tosses her head back and barks out some laughter. In front of her, Sayaka stares, but then a grin eases onto her face.

“Another time, I’ll cook you up some nikujaga,” she promises Mukuro. “I’ll see you later.”

Sayaka wiggles her fingers then walks away. It takes only a few paces for the warmth in Mukuro to start fading. She fidgets with the scarf, staring after Sayaka. No one has ever given her something so soft, so pretty before. Then she realises that Sayaka probably only meant to lend it to her.

“W-When do you want it back?” Mukuro calls after her.

“Give it to me tomorrow,” Sayaka says before winking. “Over hot chocolate. Yuri Café, seven o’clock.”

The snowstorm consumes Sayaka. Her blue hair gives another flutter before vanishing along with the rest of her. Wind whistles in Mukuro’s ears as she takes off the scarf and tucks it under her blazer, holds it against her chest. Over her heart.

“You are so gay,” says Junko in her ear, her voice shooting razorsharp chills through Mukuro.

“I... I...” Mukuro stammers.

Junko laughs and rests an arm on Mukuro’s shoulder. “Relax, Muku-chan. I’m not mad. I’m ecstatic, in fact.”

“You are?”

“Yeah! I can’t wait to see how this blows up in your face. Seeing you awkwardly bumble and crash and burn is much funnier than me intervening. If I was to ruin things, it’d be like, totally unfulfilling and cheap. It’d be like if instead of my intellect and cunning, I used some nerd’s video to hypnotise people into despair. Cheap! Lame!”

Mukuro doesn’t understand the allegory, but she understands that Junko has let her keep the scarf. Junko leads Mukuro to the next street and dumps her outside another bar. As Mukuro hugs herself, she finds herself plenty warm enough without wearing the scarf on her neck.

Or it’s the onset of hypothermia.

#ikuzono #mukuro ikusaba #sayaka maizono #junko enoshima #danganronpa #fanfiction #requests #one shot #spoiler: it was not the onset of hypothermia

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Your Leraje design is so beautiful!!!! I loved Ammeh's story so much and your design brought it to live marvellously!!! It felt like you guys made her a completely new and original character instead of a copy of Byleth or Dimitri.

Do you have any extra headcanons / brainworms about it??

PS. By the way the wiki says Leraje is a handsome demon in green who is carrying a bow. And in Yugioh there's a card that is called the "Leraje The god of Archery".

PSS. If Leraje loves horsies thanks to Dimitri in Ammeh's fic, Bow Knight Leraje when??

Oh, dear anon! let me smooch you =3= Thank you!! Hope you had left a good comment on Ammeh's work, because It's beautiful 💕. I mean, it's not a duty, but it's always appreciated by authors 🫶 Now, for brainworms I can't really say much because she's mainly under @ammeh7 's conception. I only translated her in visual language👉👈. If you ask me about those visual aspects I can expand🫰. For example, Given Byleth's and Jeralth's raw haircut, you could imagine Leraye should have look like a wild kid on the streets, however, Alois have been with them, and who knows where his spouse and daughter are during that time. I just imagine they could have go to them and get the extra help needed for those stuffs. But of course, it's not really something on me to say. Perhaps They went to someone else for a fresh haircut who knows (tbh, i went with the 2 idea that came to my mind, If I were serious I should've explored different hairstyles and such). Besides, I did Leraye's hair thinking about a mix of both, Dimitri and his princely straight hair, and Byleth's fluffy and wavy hair (I draw her fluffy bc Look at Sitri's). So since she has those royal genes, that hair must be something manageable ✨ I could expand on her clothes too. Since Jeralt and Byleth's clothes have similar patterns, I imagine Jeralt must know some tailor he can commission. In addition, since he already has experience in that matter, he can tutor Byleth on the topic of "Wearing big clothes because kids grow like weed." So some type of garment that can be adjusted over time comes in quite handy, since they can't carry a lot of things. Not to mention the footwear because it is also changed every so often. So sometimes you have to be creative xD I also could think of motherhood suits Byleth so nicely, since being a teacher made her grow, now that she doesn't have that in Hopes, she can take this chance to learn and develop herself a bit. And there's Sothis too. Perhaps Sothis wakes up early and she is fond on the little kid so she is less condescending than what was portrayed as in this game C:

Btw I looooooove the idea of Leraye could have a preference for bows 🥺. I like to think Byleth learned bows because for kids, it's convenient to just hide than fighting in close range (It totally doesn't have to do with the fact That I almost always made my Byleth a Falcon knight with bows bc brrrrrrr). Bow knight Leraye would be Awesome!! 🙌💓 (I am concerned about her strength though 😅)

#ask box #fic stuffs #Leraye/leraje my beloved #Im really up for the demon girls with demon boy's names 🫶 #Isn't that lovely?? #few3h fanfiction #one-night stand during academy phase AU