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spicedrobot · 2 years

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Request for Jayvik cuddling (Viktor is cold af), and my dude jayce got nice big hands.. Viktor has a size kink.

Do with that what you will lol

Plant anon

i loved ur cock warming post!! do you think you could write something about viktor with an oral fixation? like sucking on jayce's fingers or shit like that? thank u<33

-slides a twenty- can i get uhhhh hand kink jayvik perhaps

ok ok ok!!! i tried to combine these because i think they go together and i wanted a little challenge. >:)

cw for hand kink, oral fixation, some breathplay + bruising, piv

Viktor always runs cold. It’s an annoyance mostly, easy enough to ignore until it limits the dexterity of his hands. Gloves provide some relief, but they are hard to keep track of and even harder to keep clean.

Then he begins working with Jayce. Jayce, who always runs hot. Jayce, who rarely considers personal space. Jayce, who unhesitatingly takes his hands in his own, warming more than just Viktor’s extremities. The need for gloves diminishes, replaced with consistent touch breaks, rapid, laugh-filled arm rubbing, and hugs on long, stressful nights, enveloping like a big, weighted blanket.

Viktor hadn’t known what he was missing. Jayce’s hands, roughened from work, broader, larger than his own. His palm nearly covering Viktor’s entire shoulder whenever Jayce gives him a reassuring squeeze, the heat lingering long after he draws away. The difference in their statures is even more pronounced when he’s tucked into Jayce’s chest, his partner drawing strong, soothing circles along his back. When Viktor steals a glance, he can etch all the small, overlooked details of his partner to memory: the laugh lines just beginning to form around his lips, the faint scars etched into his cheeks, the flecks of gold shimmering in his irises. He’s handsome. Obviously. The perfect catch, if ever Jayce had ever showed interest in pursuing the droves of admirers that tailed him at every turn. Viktor grudgingly admits he’d been just like them, watching quietly, savoring each touch or smile turned his way. Only then, Jayce becomes his. It feels like a dream sometimes, all of it does, affection and adoration woven into the endless days and nights of frustration and discovery.

They stay professional in the lab. Mostly. Besides the hugs. Besides the warming touches. Besides Viktor watching Jayce work, blunt, callus-lined fingers extricating circuitry from delicate equipment, their size belying carefully honed skill. It also amuses whenever Jayce writes, the pen positively dwarfed in his grip as he takes notes or sketches complex figures. (Once, Viktor finds a portrait of himself. He stares at it for a long time, warm even within the cold confines of the lab.)

Nights blend into days, days into nights. The work is never easy, and often it’s fruitless. Viktor can’t help but lose focus. He’s not a machine after all. His eyes trail to his partner, finding the distracting shift of Jayce’s fingers assembling the couplings of a new prototype, a mechanical fist comically larger than Jayce’s own.

Winter had struck early that year, and the elevated lab, however well insulated, is colder than normal. Viktor barely stymies his shivers. He curls an arm around his middle and leans his chin into his palm, watching Jayce sidelong while his own notebook remains damningly blank. Jayce is busy. Viktor should be busy too.

The coupling locks with a pneumatic hiss. Jayce takes a step back and tilts his head, taps his index finger against his lips. Viktor wishes it was his mouth being pet, that a coarse hand would seal over his lips, cram its fingers inside, salt and tang and breathlessness.

“Hard at work?”

Viktor starts. His gaze flickers from his empty notebook to Jayce, who looms over him–when did he get so close? Viktor hurriedly drops the pen he’d been worrying with his teeth.

“Yes, hard! Uh, at work. It’s hard to focus. I...” Viktor sighs. “It’s cold.”

Jayce raises an eyebrow, but his smile is soft, warm like the hands that draw him close. His words are rumbled and deep from Viktor’s place against his chest. “C’mon. We should rest.”

Viktor supposes that this is one type of resting. It certainly takes his mind off the work for a bit, Jayce all but carrying him to the lab’s sleeping quarters. As soon as the door is safely shut behind them, Jayce descends, a flurry of small, quick kisses, each a jolt of heat against lips and skin. Viktor wraps his arms around Jayce’s neck, capturing his teasing mouth properly. He’d never overly enjoyed kissing until he’d started kissing Jayce. His partner’s technique is all exuberance and reverence, palm cupping his nape, teeth catching tongue, warming him from the inside. It makes Viktor’s breath hitch and his hips stutter forward. He feels Jayce’s grin against his lips, the man nudging his leg between Viktor’s, the pressure immediate, the excitement too, flooding low, a fiery ache ignited in an instant.

Viktor’s too close to see Jayce’s expression properly, but he can guess it well enough: half-mast eyes, smile loose and easy, revealing barely bridled smugness. Not to be outdone, Viktor snatches Jayce’s hand in his own, kisses each large knuckle, lips trailing along his index finger. His sight flickers up, staring into Jayce’s eyes as he kisses the tip before sucking it between his lips. The quiet Viktor, fuck– is nearly as heady as the intrusion, weighty and rough, faintly saline. He curls his tongue along the pads of Jayce’s fingers, suctions his mouth tight when it’s buried to the knuckle. When Viktor pulls back, it’s only to capture his middle finger too, bobbing shallowly before swallowing, holding firm, dipping his tongue along the delicate skin between.

Jayce gasps so low and sweet, his cock swelling against Viktor’s stomach. Viktor moves faster, emboldened, pleased, hot and slick where he’s sliding against Jayce’s thigh, rocking in time with his suckling mouth, mimicking, teasing. Jayce tosses his head back with a groan, smacking it against the door.

“What do you–” Jayce rasps.

“–touch me.”

Viktor shakily recedes, unbuttons his pants just enough to slide Jayce’s hand between fabric and skin. Hot, blunt fingers trace with greedy quickness, cupping roughly between his thighs, feeling him up, claiming him. Viktor grunts, arches, pumps into his touch, buries his face into the crook of Jayce’s neck, melting, feeling. A strong arm curls around his back, keeping Viktor upright as fingers press apart his folds, the edge of roughness softened with slickness, the added texture maddening, teasing. Viktor bites the inside of his cheek as Jayce’s fingers catch just a bit, pressing harder, dipping inward–

“Jayce–”

Lips press under Viktor’s ear, sucking marks over each mole, the snap of teeth drawing Viktor taut like a bow. He can’t stand like this, not much longer, knees buckling dangerously.

“The bed,” is all Viktor manages. A few seconds of withdrawn hands and lips, a moment of softness as he’s laid back on the mattress. Pants are lost to the fray, shirts merely unbuttoned before Jayce flattens his body to Viktor’s, nearly knocking the air from his lungs.

“Jayce.”

“Sorry,” Jayce laughs, planting an apology on Viktor’s lips.

Jayce’s hand wriggles back between his thighs, petting and stroking, easing the annoyance from Viktor’s brow. He cups his partner’s face, slides his thumb along his bottom lip. Viktor nips it once, fastens around it when Jayce pushes his thumb inside. Tongue stroked, lower body trembling and overwarm, pumping into each press, a pleasant fog blankets Viktor’s thoughts.

“Vik…gods, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you? Your eyes…” Jayce stammers quietly. Embarrassment burns across Viktor’s face, but it eases when he catches Jayce’s gaze, all soft and awed, how his partner works his bottom lip between his teeth, watching him.

Viktor grabs Jayce’s wrist, thick and broad, holds it in place as he draws his mouth along his thumb, a flash of teeth against skin, shocking a broken groan from deep in Jayce’s chest. Viktor’s anything but cold now, body pulsing, thrumming, a current, spiraling closer to mindlessness in Jayce’s grip. Jayce shoves close, heavy and sudden, his cock catching against Viktor’s. He’s hard, achingly so, cock dripping, adding to the mess between them as he ruts. The searing drag loosens Viktor’s grip, and Jayce twists his wrist, drives two more fingers between Viktor’s lips. His gasp is muffled, tongue depressed, saliva pooling as his mouth’s forced open, stretched to its limit. Jayce watches how he sucks and struggles to take more, laving the underside of his twitching fingers. Viktor’s breath goes rabbit quick, chest heaving, heart hammering. A huge hand tightens around his hip, each pinpoint of contact its own brand.

Jayce meets his eyes again, and Viktor nods, arches up, spreads his thighs as much as he’s able. Worked open, wanting it so badly he could scream, Jayce sinks into him, a slow, messy, molten slide. Viktor’s breath leaves him in a vicious, muffled shout, flecks of light dancing in his vision. Jayce is big, he always forgets just how little room there is for him inside, body only able to give the weakest flutter around his cock. Jayce dips his head, lips flattening into a hard line, control and instinct playing out in the twitching and tensing of jaw and brow.

Viktor wants to cry out, urge him on, make him move already, only his mouth’s just as stuffed, fingertips nudging against his palate, distracting, debilitating. Drool crests over his lower lip as he slurs around Jayce’s fingers, tongue twisting, lapping sloppily, vision soft and spotted, breathless, on the brink.

Jayce begins to thrust, deep and slow. Viktor reaches out, clutches the back of Jayce’s neck, the other sinking fingernails into his bicep, clinging helplessly. When Jayce bottoms out, his body flattens snugly against his cock. It’s an unbearable tease when Viktor’s so close, sweating, sweltering, but he won’t let go of Jayce’s fingers, and Jayce won’t let go of his hip. The marks he leaves are for Viktor, something his partner can touch when he’s alone, bring himself off to when Jayce is away, secretive and his.

Each tempered thrust drives Viktor wilder, close, so close but never enough no matter how much Viktor clenches and aches and arches. He whines, tries to wrap his legs around Jayce’s back, even as his knee gives an unfortunate twinge. Jayce has the audacity to laugh, weak and pleasure-laced but there, and Viktor bites him. His partner’s expression flickers then, strange, sharp. Hungry.

“O-ok, I get it, I, just…here…”

Pressure falters at his mouth, Jayce withdrawing his hand. Viktor could fight it, but he lets him go, fingers freeing with an audible pop. He inhales with a hard, shaking rasp, lips swollen and tingling, tongue lolling, shining with saliva.

A hand clasps beneath each knee. Jayce folds him in half, bearing down. He flattens Viktor’s thighs with his own, keeping him spread as he mounts him. The first shove stuns, Viktor’s mouth forced wide on a soundless shout. Held open, the thrusts sink into him from a new angle, piercing deeper than they ever could before. Viktor can’t maneuver in this position, pinned and left waiting, struggling to meet each thrust. The sounds he makes are mindless, punched out and loud, uninhibited, free of the fingers that had kept his voice from veering out of control.

His fatal mistake is glancing between their bodies, seeing, feeling Jayce’s cock slip out of him entirely before driving back inside, deep, complete, punishing thrusts that rattle the bed frame. Viktor swears, head snapping back against the pillow, his fingers tearing into the sheets as orgasm slams through him. Distantly, he hears Jayce’s voice, the smack of skin on skin, his own, broken keens dying on octaves too high to reach. Jayce collapses into him, not a fraction of space to maneuver, to breathe, pleasure-pain dizzying, intensifying, as Viktor gasps and shakes, exposed, protected, as warm as he could ever hope to be.

His hands weakly unfurl from the sheets to find Jayce again, carding through his hair, petting his shoulders, tracing damp skin and straining muscle, faded scars. Jayce is still tucked into him, so close he can’t distinguish their heartbeats. When Jayce looks up, hair mussed, pupils blown, cheeks a fine shade of deep red, Viktor can’t resist kissing him again. It takes Jayce a moment to collect himself before kissing back, smile lopsided, quietly gleeful.

“Still cold?”

Viktor snorts, presses his hand into Jayce’s face.

“Too hot.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re hard to please?”

“Maybe you’re just bad at pleasing me.”

Another touch between Viktor’s legs, tracing where they’re still connected, blood-hot and slick, too much, too soon. Viktor clenches his thighs with a groan.

“Somehow,” Jayce says into the shell of his ear. “I doubt that.”

#jayvik #lemon #fics #i'll be posting to ao3 later with better tags #asks

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sinkix · 4 years

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《What your fav Haikyuu!! Character says about you│Nekoma Edition》

Yo-hoo! Here’s another part to this potential(?) series! I hope you enjoy the possible call-outs in some of these lmao. Writers block been kicking my ass recently but I had a lot of fun writing these. Enjoy <3

You can find the Karasuno ver. here

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Kuroo:

Have a hand fetish and will not say no to choking.

Daddy kink™

Will not accept anything below 6 inches.

More of a dog person but would love to own a black cat.

You drool over tattoos.

Your grades are mostly B’s but you know in your heart you deserve that A, and tbh you probably do. Chase ur goals bby.

Halloween is likely your favourite holiday.

You have to resist not to carve a dick into the pumpkin EvEry GodDAmN YeAr.

You either study for 6 hours consecutively or cannot study at all and you get very frustrated at this.

Have the potential to be a good leader and command the room but probably don’t put it to use as much as you should.

Your playlist parkours from sad 3am crying into your pillow songs to aggressive punk music you could rob a store to.

You like bad boys who hang around bars and look like they would put out a cigarette on your forearm and call you a slut. Just stating facts sweaty xoxo.

Either dress very feminine and girly with a ‘smol girl uwu’ aesthetic or a hardass punk who would kick your ass for a can of beer no in between and tbh both are equally hot.

You’re a big softie at heart either way and just want to be held and told everything will be okay.

Ur a hoe for when people stroke your hair or caress your chin it’s your ultimate weakness.

Watched Rick & Morty.

Twice.

Sleeves rolled up veiny forearms and donning a silver watch are your muse and something you fantasise about frequently.

Most of your memes are shitty top text bottom texts that are somehow funny and I don’t understand why lmao.

You call someone ‘bro’ even if it’s someone you’re immensely attracted to.

Did someone say ties? No it’s just ur dirty ass thoughts thinking about that hot business dudes attire from across the street and how you wish they were tied around ur wrists.

Probably had a crush on Jeff the Killer as a tween and are relentlessly haunted by your old Wattpad library.

Tbh any dark-haired dude with bedhead that screams rugged and probably not good for you is something that draws you like a moth to a flame.

You often question why every person you’ve fallen for has been a Scorpio and curse that tendency of yours.

Dw man they’re hot so I feel u.

Kenma:

Went through a ‘I’m not like other __’ phase and it’s something that you think about a lot and wish you didn’t.

Watched dan & phil as a kid.

Any mention of Pokemon has you turning into a rabid beast you get way too excited.

It’s cute though dw bby.

Pretty antisocial but interesting to talk to.

Your family often question how you’re able to sleep in till 3pm and judge you heavily for it.

Nocturnal night owl gang rise up.

Frequently have bags under your eyes but somehow manage to pull it off.

Listen to ASMR on the down-low and will never admit it to a single soul.

Frequently go on BL binges and have many related book marks.

You pray that someone will never find your laptop bc holy fuck the amount of smut on that.

You wear scarves & beanies even when it isn’t that cold outside.

100% went through a scene hair phase/attempted to.

You dye your hair a lot or REALLY want to.

You have a voice kink low-key so anyone with a pleasant/soothing sounding voice just gets u goin’.

Cats are your favourite animal and you either do or want to own several.

Would name them after video game/anime characters u fuckin nerd lol.

Speaking of cats ,you fantasise heavily about cat-boys and have a folder dedicated to them.

Oversized hoodies are your vibe and always ball the sleeve hems in your fist as a comfort mechanism.

Shopping centres are your worst nightmare and trigger your claustrophobia or social anxiety and honestly I feel that spiritually.

Have a cute sticky note collection.

You like a lot of music consisting of guitar and slow/soothing beats.

You also fw EDM/ techno on occasions.

Honestly wouldn’t wanna anger you since you have a seething temper when pushed far enough.

It’s the kinda temper that’s eerily quiet but no less terrifying, like the other person can tell you are graphically plotting their demise.

You love sleeping to the sound of rainfall and often play those nature ambience videos while you sleep.

Never tidy your sheets and it’s just a big scrunched up heap of fabric in the centre of your mattress most of the time.

Make your fucking bed.

Lev:

Your ships are chaotic and shamelessly controversial.

Would do something just for the sake of creating mayhem lmao.

You were the fucker who stuck their chewing gum under the desk, I see you.

Your brain never stops whirring it’s a constant hurricane of crackhead energy and you have no idea how to turn it off.

Would eat a stick of pencil lead for $2

You don’t help your situation with the amount of coffee/energy drinks you consume.

The class clown who cries themselves to sleep.

Such a wholesome dumbass but somehow kinda intimidating???

Even if you’re not confident you can do something you’ll try anyway and honestly I respect that about you.

You !! use!!! a lot??!! of!! random punctuation!!! so you always??!?!? seem!!111!! excited!!!!!11!?

Every time you’ve ever tried to make a sandcastle it has failed.

You tried to eat the sand once but we don’t talk bout that.

You would also pick up slugs and snails and chase your friends around with them.

Can never tell whether people are laughing with you or at you and while you don’t let it show it high-key bothers you when you’re laying alone in your room at night.

Not one to hold grudges, you carry a ‘shit happens’ mentality which is v good but it sometimes leads to people taking advantage of it or walking all over you.

Your meme collection is both questionable and horrifying.

Like how many cursed images and heavily distorted pictures does one person need.

Never organise the files on your PC/laptop so it looks like a complete dumpster fire.

The one at sleepovers who persistently woke everyone else up with their snickering and refusal to sleep till dawn.

For the love of Asahi charge your damn phone.

I see that red bar and ‘12%’

Charge it now.

Bought a plant one time, gave it a name and talked to it frequently.

It died not long after bc u forgot to fucking water it.

No one better ever make you responsible for a pet.

Type of person that when someone asks you to tag along on an endeavour no matter how stupid it is you will agree.

2am skydiving in france? hell yeah.

Midnight shopping spree and spending over half your pay check? count you in.

Exploring an abandoned hospital and performing an Ouija board to summon the demons of hell? you’re damn right you’ll be there.

I hope you have a mum friend by your side bc if not how are you still alive.

You sometimes put the milk in before the cereal and it’s something I’ll never forgive you for.

Yaku:

Very responsible and usually make the right decisions.

You do have moments where you act like a complete dumbass though.

Like u go from 50 year old to 5 year old in the blink of an eye.

A hopeless romantic but it’s a side you don’t often reveal.

Prefer strawberry milk over any other flavour.

You’re the type of person to shower twice a day w/o fail.

Where that stank smell coming from? Not you clearly bc your skin is basically 90% The Body Shop’s rose scented soap at this point.

You get stomach aches a lot and you can’t figure out why.

Probably an allergy to everyone’s bs.

Really good at dirty talk even though you don’t seem the type so people are always taken aback.

You have to be really in the mood though otherwise it falls flatter than Oikawa’s ass, use your skill wisely.

You often call people clowns when you know you’re secretly the biggest one going.

Honk honk, hoe.

You send messages in one paragraph rather than multiple texts unless you are REALLY excited.

People underestimate you at times then are shocked when they realise you are capable of being a fire-breathing dragon from the flaming pits of hell.

You like spicy chicken wings.

Such a petty little shit at times lmao.

Enjoy the view from the top of mountains so you either hike a lot or really want to.

Way more of a cat person since it’s just much more convenient for you.

Usually pretty cheerful or calm and people are drawn to your stable/friendly aura.

Went through a phase of drinking mountain dew and your body still feels the awful effects

Fav element is probably air.

You’re 5′6″ or shorter.

Box dyed your hair brunette several times and can never get the pigment out to this day.

Yamamoto:

Whenever you smell something weird in the room you always internally freak out and think it’s you.

Head-butting walls is your hobby.

You fell off your bike as a kid and still have the scar on your knee.

Probably have tons of ear piercings.

Would tame a pigeon and call it Larry.

You get frequent nosebleeds and can never tell if it’s a medical issue or your extreme simping for fictional men/women.

Hopefully the latter.

You constantly chew your pen/pencil in class so you never lend them to anyone out of embarrassment.

I really hope no one ever lends you stationery bc 30 minutes later it’ll look like it was mauled by a rabid rottweiler.

You really want to own a dog and would call it something intimidating like Banshee or Diablo.

You bleached your hair that one time and it almost fell out so now you’re forced to stay at least 10 metres away from all at-home hair dye products.

You tried your best though bby so A for effort, even if it did look like dehydrated ramen afterwards.

Your grades are mostly C’s and you’re barely passing bc you just don’t care about your classes lol.

Still though you’re actually pretty smart so put it to good use you lazy oaf, channel that crackhead energy into something good.

Your phone screen has several cracks in it from when you dropped it on the bathroom floor while shitting and you’ll always be angry at yourself for that.

You have some really weird quirks but you make it work.

Actually a v chill person but you just kinda attract chaos/trouble wherever you go.

Carry a lighter with you even when you don’t need one.

Shy texter but once people see you irl you are the complete opposite, you just dk how to text without coming across as awkward.

One of those people that’s unintentionally funny and always get confused when you make someone laugh but it makes you feel good regardless.

Have a cool necklace collection and own at least one dog-tag/army style pendant.

Should really consider buying a rabbit you would look so cute w/ one.

You have really nice legs and people should compliment them more.

Either severely dehydrated or overly hydrated to the point you are peeing pure tap water so for the love of god please learn moderation, your kidneys and bladder will thank you for it.

Inuoka:

Your favourite character would be Hinata but you like people taller than you so your love for Inuoka spawned.

You really enjoy using the double spiderman meme.

Cannot correctly verbalise your feelings without creating a minimum of 10 misunderstandings but once people are used to it it’s kinda endearing.

You usually wake up in a good mood and people can never fathom how or why.

You either stay up till 5am or you wake up at that time no in between.

A morning person bc you love the sunrise.

Change your lock-screen very regularly bc you get bored.

Your humour consists solely of poop jokes.

When you don’t understand a joke you laugh anyway and hope they don’t ask you if you actually get it.

Happened once and you’re still traumatised from the cricket silence that fell upon the room.

Really like the taste of lemonade and drink it more often than you should.

Often think about what you would look like with a shaved head.

More of an extrovert but def have occasional introvert tendencies where you wanna be left tf alone.

Never allowed to pick up anything in stores bc the last time you did you sniffed a scented candle and it shattered to the floor.

Constantly have spontaneous ideas of what to change about your appearance.

You use a lot of hand gestures like thumbs up and peace signs.

‘Dude’ and ‘lmao’ is 90% of your vernacular.

Your nails are a disaster, some are down to the nub while others are pretty grown out bc you only bite a select few please sort it out.

Look really good in red.

Your laptop has way too many tabs open from random google searches of words you didn’t know the meaning to.

You read a lot of books but for like 10 minutes at a time bc you have the attention span of a walnut.

You are the type of person to nuke your AO3 tags with things that aren’t even relevant purely bc you found them funny.

Your Tumblr drafts are a nightmare, you have like 100+ in the works yet keep starting new projects why do you do this.

Happy sunshine but you have a LOT of mood swings like that shit comes out of nowhere.

Cry pretty often but no one ever sees and it’s usually because of said mood swings.

You always smile and pick yourself up again though which I commend you for.

TYPES IN CAPITALS IN SITUATIONS THAT DO NOT REQUIRE SAID PUNCTUATION SO YOU SEEM LIKE YOU’RE YELLING ALL THE TIME.

#hq #haikyuu #nekoma #yaku morisuke #lev haiba #yamamoto taketora #kuroo testuro #kenma kozume #inuoka sou

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eclipsing-maestro · 5 years

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Vitale Maestro

The Basics ––– –

Full name: Urashiki Vitale Yamikozui / Maestro

Race: Drahn (Auri of the First) + Ghost (Chronal Dissacoiation)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi/Pansexual

Marital Status: Married

Age: 28

Nameday: 12/16 (16th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon)

Physical Appearance ––––

Hair: Black Hair (Angel of Death/Kuja Style)

Eyes: Ghost Faded White Pupils/Blue Limbal Rings/Jet Black Sclera

Height: 62.4 inch/ 5ft 3.5 inch

Build: Well-Toned, Mild Physically Fit

Distinguishing Marks: Tribal Tattoos (Arms, Legs, Upper Back, and Under her Breasts) + Battle Body Scars

Common Accessories:

Bandages (Wrapped around Both her arms from Fingers tips to abit below her shoulders, and Legs from Toes to Thighs, covering some of her battle scars)

Edensgate Choker/ Omega Rings of Slaying on Index, Middle, and Ring Finger on both hands/ Edensgate Earrings on both Horns/ Makai Mask

Personal ––––

Profession: Freelancer Assassin

Hobbies: Fighting, Drawing/Painting, Training, Hunting, Cooking, Playing Musical Instruments, and Reading Books

Languages: She is Mute and Lost her Voice, so she uses Sign Language, but she can understand Hingan, abit Xaela Language, Amaurot/Ascian tongue

Residence: Babylon Citra (In Larcade), The Crystarium (In Hydaelyn)

Birthplace: Amaurot ( Vitales Anscestry is from another universe that came to The Star to escape the endangerment of their fallen universe. These outer humanoids are called Maestros)

Religion: Unknown

Patron Deity: Unknown

Fear: Forsakened and Forgotten

Relationships ––––

Spouse: Her Childhood Best Friend

Children: N/A

Parents: Unknown Wherabouts

Siblings: 6 Sisters (2 of them are her Twins/Triplets), 4 Brothers

Other Relatives: (Wayyyy too much)

Pets: BeeMo (Fat Cat), HunHow (Black Hayate), Speedo (White Whitteret)

Traits ––––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––––

Drinking Alcohol: Moderately

Smoking: Abandoned habit

Other Narcotics: Never

Medicinal Drugs: Sometimes

Indulgent Food: Sometimes

Splurge Spending: Never

Gambling: Sometimes

RP Hooks ––––

Anomaly Mysteries : Vitale is from another universe, but she was also from a distant history. She ventures to knowledge and understanding into the mysteries of the 13 shards, the era of The Star, the universe and the planet she comes from, and the mysteries of exploring other dimensions or very relatable ones, even if it’s within the Multiverse exploring it like a library. She does not intend to know everything than what she knows about Time and Space, because in her aspect, “knowledge is a blessing but it is also a curse” and it might be unsafe to see much. But this tends to be a venture she goes solo in, yet rarely ever does. In Hydaelyn, she’s into the Chronicles of the New Era, mainly Omega since she and Omega are as you would say “partners in crime” when exploring the very essence of the world and many others. She acts as a wandering ghost, hence being a living ghost herself suffering from Chronal Disassociation, it could be something vital so that way she can understand the meaning of life, even if it means fighting towards it as she is a warrior of supernatural aspects. Yet no longer a warrior of light, she tends to walk the path of her origins and the path of her liking, which is understanding the concepts of many other stars and life that is within and beyond out there to such a beautiful yet hidden, forbidden phenomenons of outer space and the outer worlds distant to the two universes she’s familiar of, but keeps at a stable amount so it wouldn’t feel like she’s seeing too much, but would you be willing to prepare your mind and spirit to journey this far like she has? Something like this for Vitale, is just a very rare hobby.

Redemption: Despite traveling to other worlds, Vitale is on a road to redemption. Her sins of Wrath has caused her to be absorbed in vengeance, for she has not lived a good life. She’s been sacrificed, betrayed, heartbroken, scarred, taking scars, mentally broke down and even at points where she almost lost her life. This however did change her ego where she sees that the entire world has no faith in good, and she became a vile demon by heart, responsible for genocides and chaos throughout Hydaelyns realm, since she grew up majorly than her own universe. Once took up the lance of the Dragoon, then the Shield of the Paladin, the Greatsword of the Dark Knight, and many other teachings, her pity, her worries, and her empathy was what made her weak, and soon it was casted aside for more power, as melodramatic as it sounds. But now shes goes all out as a Samurai and Dark Knight majorly. Time has passed for her, the daemon within she finally awakens and finally accepts, and now she wishes to redeem and make amends. She is aware of her unforgiving actions, maybe her unforgiving existence, but even through that blank expression on her face and the oblivion vibe she carries, she continues to walk the road as a Samurai, and a Specter... a ghost. Though there is many more secrets about her still hidden, she wouldn’t mind joining other Warriors or fighters out there to at least be of aid in their stories. Aiding the stories of others, that she believes, is an objective to her road of redemption. Putting aside the ravenous will she once bared, but she is a Chaotic Neautral. She may be of a free agent of sorts, but she does have a free will, it’s up to you if you wish to trust her.

Recorder: Vitale is a Recorder. Though she is known as a RiftWalker, there is more to her than that. As a Recorder, Vitale has the capabilities of seeing branches of timelines that are created, destroyed, or overwritten. Those eyes of hers aren’t just for show after all, they just represent that supernatural power within. She cannot predict the future however. As a recorder she can only acknowledge and analyze the other branches of the past and the currently made present, or the choices soon to be made by whoever. This is something that she keeps a secret from everyone except her relatives, and the people of her universe. She’s a wanderer of a hidden supernatural art of power, yet she tends to play the “Timelime Analyzing” character, but her Recordings are not always 100% and she is aware that she could be wrong, but she can detect paradoxes within the rift of time and if things to go wrong, either by the choice of the Warrior of Light, she will either return to her universe and just relax like go fishing or something, or approach the Adventurer and play mind games with them (similar to how Accord did with Zero in Drakengard 3), but in the end, this is a part of her she never reveals because despite all, she and the Maestros want to live a normal life to escape the truth of their abnormalities that’s not of this universe, but only to theirs.

Dark Themes: Vitale is all about dark themes, deep mysteries, or vile events. She tends to be cautious but if it ever happens, then it’s no biggy to her. Any type of dark theme story etc is always suitable! Either it consists spooks, violence, fighting, or being the end of the world, then that’ll be alright! Would love that

Far East: Always love Far Eastern stories or events. Would be fine if it was Hingashi, Othard, Doma, or the Azim Steppe! It’s funny too for me mostly because despite Vitale being a Xaela, know that she is not of the Steppe (just like how she’s mistaken for being a dude cus I made her a hecking tomboy FFFFF), but it is understandable that it does confuse the very eye, since she is from another universe. It does indeed confuse a lot of people but ever so, your muse always has the privilege to ask who Vitale really is, or just say what tribe of the Steppe she’s in an her answer will just be “I’m not from here” LOL but not that Far Eastern settings, but even the aesthetics too. Either a dark theme also! A huge nerd when it comes to Ninjas and Samurais and everything else. Vitale is a Wandering Samurai, a Ronin, so she always uses a katana but she also has her Dark Knight aspects mixed with her Samurai ways, so not just a katana, but just the way of the blade in general.

What I’m Looking For ———

Friends

Rivals/ Enemies for a Challenge

Combat/ Spar / Battle to the Death

Influence

SuperNatural themes

Dark themes

Mysterious themes

Funny Moments if optional

Aiding stories of others

Anything at all

Contact Information ––––

Either here on Tumblr DM or Discord! If Discord feel free to DM on tumblr for it ^-^

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tracle0 · 5 years

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22/11

I was tagged by @joyful-soul-collector (thank you this is possibly one of my favourite tag games) ... Okay also also before I could finish this up, @hyba also tagged me so uh it’s 22/11 instead, ty ty. You two might want to check the tag list cause uhhh you might be there who knows not me c:

The rules are: Answer the 11 (22 this time but hush) questions, make up your own 11 and then tag... I think it’s 11 people but I don’t know 11 people who I haven’t already tagged so...

I sort of started spamming pictures to answer a question so I’m gonna... put the pictures under the cut.

1. Have any of your OCs ever stolen something? What did they steal, and why? Oh yeah sure - the first one I can think of easily is Cain. He used to live on the streets so had to steal to survive. But he’d also work for money. He’s not heartless, just desperate.

Also now I’m thinking about it, Tag would definitely be the kind of guy to just... hey I know I’m meant to hand this gear in but... no-one will miss it so.... he steals to amuse himself with the gadgets he gets.

2. Did you ever have imaginary friends as a kid? What were they like? I copied my sister in having pretend animal friends, but not really. Who needs imaginary friends when you have real-life ones lol I was a lot more liked as a kid.

3. Do any of your OCs have a favorite article of clothing? Why is it their favorite?

Uhhhh

Um.

Yeah, you could say that.

Andy likes his hoodie because it’s a thing that is only his. He didn’t get it from Murdock, I honestly don’t know WHERE he got it from, but it’s his, and the fact he owns anything means a lot to him.

Cain likes his because it’s one of the few things left over from when he was younger and again, it’s his. He didn’t steal it. It belongs to Only Him. He feels comfortable in it.

4. What do you fist develop about a character when you make one up? Do you think of their appearance first? Their personality? Their backstory?

Honestly? It depends. Backstory always comes after, but personality and appearance often intersect. I know for WIP 3 I thought of personality and traits first, and for Collateral it was appearance first. I think for Sonder it was more.. their role in the story? ‘Oh hey this is the antagonist, this is the protagonist, this is the love interest wait I hate romance, okay, side kick’ etc

5. Fluff or Angst?

If it’s not romantic? Fluff. I made myself angsty enough when I was younger, I want more happiness in my life.

6. Remember the color of that dress that everyone was debating about however many years ago? The one that was blue and black, or white and gold? What colors did you see?

The correct colours.

7. Pick your bubbliest, happiest OC. Now tell me what will make them turn into your worst nightmare. I wanna see what makes them the angriest.

Oh boy, let’s see uhhh... Tag. Tag from WIP 3 who is undergoing the process of a name change.

Seeing someone he loves die would twist him. Being isolated would eventually break him. Being unable to do what he loves would definitely upset him also.

Also idk if you’ve heard about it but in his world, there’s a nifty ability called being a silvertongue and I know at least one silvertongue is not gonna exploit this but I also know of another who would even on this19-year-old kid so maybe it’s not by choice but that could make him a nightmare. Just sayin’

8. Now pick your angstiest, most emo OC. And tell me what would make them blush and giggle like an idiot. I wanna see what makes them the happiest.

Okay for this one it’s a tie I write a lot of angsty characters.

>Andy - seeing something just. Really funny. Oh did Sam just fall over in a ridiculous way? Fantastic. That’s actually how they first have a proper conversation. Sam falls over, he laughs, they talk.

>Cain - anything awesome that Duck does. Oh hey what’s up Goose oh you drew this radical picture? /tearing up/ it’s so great oh my gosh you’re so talented. That’s more being happy than giggling but can you see Cain giggling? No, me neither.

9. If you could have any mythical creature for a pet, what would it be?

Dragon, next question.

10. What’s your go-to thing for when you’re hungry but don’t have time/energy to cook something?

Fruit! It is! Very good! And tasty! Apples have a good cronch! Oranges are mmmm juicy. Banana? Yes nice thank you. Oh wow we have strawberries? What a sweet treat. Also healthy!

11. Do any of your OCs have scars? Would they be confident enough to show them in public (like at the beach)?

Oh yeah sure man. Andy’s got multiple from... ‘training’. He doesn't show them off. Cain, Duck and Theo have all been badly burnt on the arms, and Cain ‘’shows it off’’ just because it makes him uncomfortable to have his arms covered. And uh Raya probably has some sort of scar on her knees or elbow from rollerblading. Because you do fall over and it does scar.

And now for Hyba’s questions, lez go bois

1. What cultural value do you see in writing/reading/storytelling/etc.?

I think that without storytelling specifically, humans would be so... mundane? We’d be no different to any other animal on the planet. Creating anything, be that stories or art or literally anything is so... human. To take that away would be like taking away humanities soul. The cultural value isn’t really measurable - storytelling makes up the culture.

2. Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?

Honestly, I have no idea. I try to entertain myself, and if other people like it too, then that’s neat. But because I’m writing for myself, I anticipate everything, so I don’t know if it’s original or not. I know it delivers what I want! But is that readers want? Who knows!

3. As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?

Crow. Not even as a writer, just... dude crows are so damn cool.

4. What do you think most characterizes your writing?

I’m not quite sure about the phrasing so uhhhh represents? Google is telling me ‘describes’.

In which case, a midnight fever jolting you out of bed, moments before you could fall asleep, and puppeting you to a writing surface so you can splurge ideas onto it sounds about right. 66% of my WIPs have elements in them that were based on dreams.

5. How do you select the names of your characters?

Mostly? Spite. ‘Oh Trade, you can’t have a bad guy named Andy, all Andy’s are good’ NOPE NOT ANYMORE SUCK IT. I also have a friend who is really good at coming up with names that fit the exact mood of the character so I go to her a lot. Sometimes they’re puns.

6. Choose one of your OCs (or more). How would they want to be seen by others?

Sam from Sonder wants to be seen as someone people can talk to, but also someone who pursues a science because yes sociology is a science to her, shut up, don’t talk to me if you’re going to mention the words ‘paradigm’ or ‘objective’ thank you.

7. How do you find or make time to write? Are you consistent or do you write whenever you get the chance?

Hahahahahhahha.

In the past few months, I’ve not been writing because I’ve had exams. Before that, I wrote at every chance I had - being a student, I had a fair bit of free time during the day, so I’d use that to write. But for a while, it was a nothing on the ‘what has Trade written recently’ chart.

Going up again boiiis

8. What does literary success look like to you? Is it important for you as a writer?

Literary success? That’s... a very interesting question. I think I’d be satisfied and feel successful if one person told me that my book helped them through something.

Jokes on me, I’ve already had that, my books helped me, I have already succeeded, see you losers in hell.

Also fanart but uh who needs fanart when you draw enough for five armies?

9. Are there any scenes that you’ve had to edit out of your WIPs? Can you tell us about them if they don’t spoil the book?

YES oh lord yes okay so in Sonder, chapter 15, I decided around draft 2 that I wanted a scene where Atlas got drunk. I made up reasons for it, asked lots of friends about what it was like to be drunk (as I personally have never been drunk), attended parties to get first-hand research and did so much preparation.

Wrote the scene, was pleased with it, left it to fester. Two years and two drafts later (now), I’ve come back and realised oh hey that scene is utterly useless and de-rails the plot. Time to remove it I guess.

I rationalise it as ‘well you wrote it and you had fun but it’s not needed, move on’ and that works well for me.

10. Would you feel comfortable publishing or sharing your writing using your real name, or would you prefer a pseudonym?

Pseudonym 100%. As cool as it would be to be able to go ‘hey I wrote this’ to people, the terrifying ordeal of being known is horrific, and people being able to track all my past activity from when I was literally seven is my worst nightmare. I wouldn’t even tell family or friends if I could get away with it.

‘Hey [real name], there’s a book at Waterstones called Sonder? With the exact same characters, plot and writing style as you have? But it’s under [pseudonym]?’ ‘oh hey, really that’s wild. Anyway,’

11. When writing, do you try more to be original or do you prefer to deliver to readers what they want? Do you think that a book can do both? Which is more important to you as a writer?

Oh hey, this is like question two but MORE. Standing by my previous answer, I think a book can do both - people want a happy ending, usually, but you can always be original in how you do that. No two stories can be told in exactly the same way. And hey - even if people do guess what’s coming up, that’s good.

As a writer? It’s most important to entertain. I don’t try and catch people out, I just deliver the story I have in my head and then edit it mercilessly until I’m pleased.

Questions!

1) Design a mask for an OC to wear. Would it cover their whole face? Is it a mascarade mask? Is it fancy or simple? Bonus cool kid points if you draw it.

2) Which OCs like spicy food?

3) Which OCs can take care of a plant - an orchid, to be exact?

4) Do you tell stories in any other medium beyond writing? eg: art or roleplay or...?

5) Do you have any irl items that you have because ‘oh dude this is something that’d totally be in my story’? Can I see them?

6) What’s the first book you remember buying?

7) Do you have any weird collections of things? As an example, I have a skull collection and a collection of... what’s best described as doll body parts. Anything just... weird that you have a lot of? Can I see it?

8) Which OC gets distracted by watching birds and which OC is like ‘dude stop watching the birds we’ve got STUFF TO DO’

9) Have you ever met a published author? Who?

10) Are you a person who likes tea or are you a person who prefers coffee? If the latter - dude c’mon tea is so much better smh

11) Have you backed up your files recently? Do it now. Please, for the love of god, back up your files.

Tagging!

@hyba @joyful-soul-collector (dunno if I’m allowed to tag the people who tagged me but fukkit here’s some more questions you eggs) @kaatiba @albatris @timetravelingpigeon @note-katha (hi we have barely interacted but nice new username) @nymph-of-diana (on your main if you want, idm c:) @writing-and-nutmeg @futurity-writing @osteoprecocious and @thatfizzyyyy

Honestly, the fact I made it to 11 is - wowza. Uhhh if you don’t want to then don’t, if you do want to then PLEASE do and then tag me so I can see your answers, I’m curious.

Ciao.

#writing #am writing #my writing #writerblr #writeblr #tagged in #Wow this went on #but seriously this is possibly my favourite tag game #coming up with questions is hard but #hey piece of advice #put stuff you love into the questions #I like masks for example #so #questions about masks lezgo

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Lumberjack AU Pairing: Ryan Haywood x Reader WC: 2300+

Date posted: 28 Oct 2018

“What the absolute fuck was that?!”

“I don’t know,” you admit, so uncomfortable with your own body that you want nothing more that to tear off the offending fixture and hurl it across the room. Preferably out the window.

Lauren doesn’t look like she’ll take that as an answer. “You’re hand lit up like a fucking beacon and shot a goddamn bear, Y/N.”

“I don’t know, how many times do I have to say it?” You stand, hurling yourself into movement. “This has never happened before, I don’t even know why I did it.”

“Go over it again for me?” she sighs, so exhausted that you can feel it dragging you down, too. “We can figure this out.”

“Figure this out?” you demand hollowly, falling onto the couch and sinking into the cushions. “Can’t we just be thankful that it didn’t kill us and deal with it in the morning?”

“We’re past the morning.”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Y/N-”

“Lol,” you plead, tearing your eyes from the silver scars adorning your palm and burying your gaze in the concern of your friend. “I can’t do this right now. Just let me breathe, please? Just - just for, like, a minute. I’ve got…” You sigh, head meeting the tops of your knees and a sob that you hope she confuses as a complaint rattling through your ribs. “I’ve got too much bouncing around right now. I need to be in a better place before I do this.”

She’s quite for a moment, chewing on her lip and picking at her fingers. “Okay. What do you want to do?”

“Smudge the house,” you say, concept not having crossed your mind until now. The thought feels alien in your muddled head. “Salt the entrances, and place charms on the walls. See if we can get some runes engraved on the posts and steps.”

“Which ones?”

“Protection, mainly. Warding. I want our coverns displayed. I want to make this place a fucking fortress.”

“This is… a lot for an animal, Y/N,” she says eventually, “or an entity. We don’t even know what it was, and you’re the only one that saw it.”

“I know,” you groan, hurling your useless stones into the armchair.

“Maybe it’s the new environment,” she prompts helpfully, brewing tea and a coffee for herself. “I did a lot of reading before deciding to live here, unlike you. And I found all sorts of stuff about how new environments, big emotional changes, and trauma can mess with a sister’s head. Can’t see why that wouldn’t mean that your abilities wouldn't be affected.”

“Emotional changes?”

“Girl.” She raises her eyebrows, snatching the piece of paper on the kitchen island and waving it at you. Even from this distance you can see the small kiss Ryan has left at the end of the note, heart squeezing at his acceptance of your dinner invite once everyone has settled in. “You haven’t been close to someone in forever. You seem to really like this guy, there’s no way this isn’t affecting you. I felt your heart do weird shit just then. Don’t ignore this.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that. But what about the weird thing I’ve been seeing?”

She shrugs, as though the explanation is simple. “Well, you’re the most powerful witch I’ve met. Most powerful ever, arguably. Besides Grandad, anyway. Maybe you’re projecting?”

“Projecting an evil monster in the snow?”

“Yah, wouldn’t be the weirdest thing you’ve projected. Remember when you watched the Grudge and we all saw that bitch everywhere for a week?” she takes a loud sip, grimacing with the scalding liquid. The smell coaxes you to your feet, shuffling over and taking a chair. “You’re in a new place that is practically isolated from the rest of the world, you’re in the environment best suited to you, you’ve got a crush, and the person you worked with on the case that finally broke you is hanging around.” Her voice softens, though remains careful. “Maybe you’re just frightened. You’re going through a lot and you have too much energy for one body. You’re most likely releasing it during times of fear so you don’t explode.”

“That… makes sense?”

“I know.”

“But maybe the Widow of the Woods is real? Wouldn’t that explain everything better?”

“The Widow of the Woods wasn’t a giant, fuck off bear thing… But I suppose it could be either. Though if we’re gonna work with the paranormal I’d at least like to have proof. Or know what the Widow is supposed to be. I can’t prove a ghost is behind this, but I can sure as hell prove that you’re a mess. So we’ll start with you and work from there. Sound good?”

You sigh, giving in and accepting the fact that you’re going to have to find some firmer footing so that you can minimise whatever it is that you might be projecting. “What would I do without you, Laurie?”

“Fuck knows. Probably die a horrible death, or live a boring life and freeze your ass off.”

“I like the cold.”

“Shut up and drink your tea,” she retorts, “I’m going to bed. Don’t wake me up until summer.”

Your knees ache, bruising beneath your weight and time spent kneeling. But you don’t relent. Sat out in the cold with a small blade clutched between numb fingers. Looking away from the final structural support pole you’ve been working on, you return your attention to the beaten book on your left, worn pages lying open and paper covered in your notes and symbols. You’d started as soon as Lauren had ascended the stairs, smiling until the last sight of her disappeared behind the door and you could panic in peace.

All that has been on your mind since has been your spellbook.

Nodding, you start to carve out the final line, muttering incantation as you go. Each groove eases your concerns and brings new blisters to light, skin red raw and begging to stop. You don’t. Not until the final set of protections are permanently etched into the wood making up your home and all that remains is to smudge what’s left.

The sound of footsteps crunch up the path and through the snow, heavy and confident. Closing the book, you twist. Repositioning to sit on the step while the blood flows painfully back to your feet. Jeremy continues to bob towards you, smile bright and hair start against the whiteness of the world. He’s dyed it again, the once pale blues now vibrant and joyful, and your lips tug into a grin. “Hey there, Detective.”

His chest puffs slightly at the use of his title, still proud of his achievements. You pat the space beside you and he collapses onto it, admiring your handiwork. “Hey, this is cool.”

“Thanks,” you reply flippantly, fingers absently tracing the marks you’ve made, “figured it was about time I did some decorating. What’s up, got a new case file for me?”

“Nah,” he sighs, seeming quite relieved about it. “I wanted to swing by and check to see how you were.”

“Better. Thanks for, err, answering my phone call the other night. Without you we’d have been fucked.”

He smiles warmly, lightly knocking his shoulder against yours. “Don’t worry about it, it’s my job. You’re lucky you got any signal, it was really weird. I didn’t even hear it ring honestly. I just heard you asking for help in my pocket.”

“God, that is weird,” you murmur, watching the trees sway. Trying not to think about uncomfortable your changing abilities are making you. “But I really do appreciate it, Jeremy.”

“You were pretty spooked when I picked you up though,” he responds carefully, eyes clouded with concern. “Did you see something strange?”

You shake your head. “Just a bear.”

You take the steps two at a time, eager to share the town you’ve come to love with your friends. The past month has seen your footing grown steady, confident as you maneuver across the ice they struggle with. You’re at the bottom in no time, breathing in the fresh air laced with baked goods and chimney smoke.

“First thing’s first,” you declare fondly, glancing back to make sure that everyone is still in tow - if not a little winded by the walk. Lauren, despite all of her layers of warm oranges and oatmeal wool, looks hopeful, enjoying your excitement while Trevor and Alfredo slip along behind, gripping each other for support. “We’ll hit up the local store. Geoff keeps it open pretty late, which is great.”

“You know the store owner by name?” asks Trevor, bewildered as you set off again. He takes hold of Lauren’s mittened hand and clings for dear life. “That’s crazy.”

“It’s a small town,” you reply, offering your arm to Alfredo, who takes it gladly, and making your way down the worn street. “Everyone knows everyone here.”

“Isn’t that a little annoying?” pipes in Lauren, desperate to keep Trevor on his feet, lanky legs slipping at every opportunity. “Everyone knows your business.”

“Yeah, it can be a lot,” you admit. Geoff’s mercantile comes into view as the group keeps walking, windows welcoming and storefront dotted with the flowers Jack so diligently tends. “Like, I’m pretty sure everyone knows that Ryan and I are fucking.”

“Fuck dude,” sympathises Alfredo, catching his cussing as a group of children rush by waving. You smile back, the man attached to your arm lowering his voice. “How do ya deal with that shit?”

“Easy,” you reply, waving off Bea and her friends, and smiling kindly to their parents as you pass. They offer you quick, warm hellos, Bea’s mum insisting that she owes you a cup of tea. Oh, she loves you, she calls, just adores you. Please, if you ever need a babysitting gig! You grin, returning your attention to your friends after eagerly accepting the offer. “Where was I?”

“You were telling us how to deal with everyone butting into your shit,” offers Alfredo.

“Oh, yeah. You just stop caring.”

“You say that like it’s easy for you not to panic about everything all at once,” laughs Lauren, leaning against Trevor as you draw to a stop, free hand resting on the door.

“Here’s the thing, I’ve gotten to the ‘fuck it’ stage of my life. Right now I need consistency, and this is the closest I’ve got.”

And with that you push into the store, cheerful bell greeting your entrance and even brighter Geoff opening his arms with glee. “Y/N!” he calls, working his way from around the register and taking his steps in quick bounds. “How are you doing?”

“Really well, thanks,” you reply, smiling into his warmth and accepting the hug he pulls you into, happy chuckles resonating against your cheek. “How’re you?”

“Fantastic,” he affirms, “Detective Jackass hasn’t broken anything in a week.”

You grin. “That’s gotta be a record.”

“I know!”

“I wanted to introduce you to some of my friends.” You motion to the three huddling together in their nervousness. “This is Lauren, her boyfriend Trevor, and their third wheel Alfredo. They live with me.”

Amidst Alfredo’s determined denials Geoff laughs, lines folding his face with age. “Well, any friend of Y/N’s is a friend of mine.” He turns slightly, bellowing into the back room. “Hey Gavin - Asshole, get out here and meet Y/N’s friends! Now, what can I do for y’all?”

“I love him,” Lauren deems as you leave, backpack full of the biscuits Geoff had insisted she take. “I love my grocery dad.”

“It’s weird when you put it that way,” Trevor teases, earning himself an elbow.

“I don’t care,” she retorts. “He’s my grocery dad and I love him and he’s my favourite.”

“You just wait until you meet Lindsay,” you smile, “she’ll be your favourite too.”

Trevor pouts. “I thought I was your favourite.”

“Nup.” Lauren shakes her head, Alfredo attaching himself to your side and looking dubious down at the ice. “You’ve been replaced.”

“Wrecked,” you laugh, patting his arm as you pass. “Better luck next time.”

The rest of the morning is spent with banter and introductions, working your way through the town and stopping off at every notable location. Jon fills their hands with free coffees and cake, Lindsay and Meg insist they stay for a beer, and Jack happily entertains Lauren for an hour in the garden.

You’re relieved to see that they’re enjoying Motbury as much as you are, and the soft chime of your phone only adds to your positive mood. After scanning the screen you groan into standing, stretching until your shoulders pop and Alfredo casts you a critical eye. “Where’re you goin?”

“Work,” you reply, collecting your bag. “I’ve gotta pay for you fucks somehow.”

“Hey, I ain’t expensive,” he rejects, grinning. “What’re you going to work for though? I thought you’d have taken the day off, you know? To relax with your friends.”

“Nah, she’s fucking her boss, Fredo,” sneaks in Trevor, leaning across the stone wall he sits on. “Of course she’s gonna go to work.”

“Oh fuck off,” you laugh, waving away his words. “You can’t talk, you and Lauren met when you were her boss.”

“It was very unprofessional,” he muses fondly, watching his girlfriend explore the flowerbeds.

“Do you really like this dude?”

The question catches you off guard, Alfredo’s words thumping against your back. Chewing your lip, you turn to face them, both men looking at you with curiosity. “What do you mean by like?”

He rolls his eyes. “You know, like ‘like like’. Like, Trevor and Lauren like.”

Your hedge around the answer, having not admitted it out loud yet. “I mean, I guess.”

“You guess?” Trevor holds up a hand, stopping your apprehension in its tracks. “C’mon Y/N, we all know it’s more than that. As soon as anyone mentions Ryan - there, there you’re doing it right now! - you get a stupid smile on your face! You fucking fancy his pants off.”

“Alright, maybe I do. So what?”

“So?” Alfredo shakes his head, shocked. “So when are we going to meet him? We gotta put him through the rigorous testing procedure if he wants to date our girl.”

“Okay, I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that cute shit.”

“I’m serious girl-”

“I’m leaving, bye guys!”

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Where you going for a shark girl and lava boy mirror for the kids

Nope, they were based on Bakugou and Kirishima themselves. Now the real question is, has Horikoshi based Kirishima and Bakugou on shark boy and lava girl? That’s a question I got no answer to, though.

Anon said:That smiling Sero... my heart... can’t take it. You contribute so much to the BNHA fandom... I appreciate you, I appreciate you so much. Thank you, it’s great, all of it is so good

I wouldn’t say I contribute much at all, honestly lol just doodles, but I’m glad you like them! :D

Anon said:Jeez-la-wheeze

...?

Anon said:The comic strip of Baku exposing Kiri's black roots made my day. I now use it too cheer me up.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glad people are still somehow finding that one hahaha

Anon said:I'm. So. That comic w the kids was so lovely it's one of my fave things EVER I love how u portrayed them it was so so perfect but. I ran out of tags for the first time bc I was rambling about it so much. That's. how much I love it bless u for my life jfghjghfj

;O; thank you so so much!!!!!! I’m super glad you liked it that much!!! ;A;

Anon said:I LOVE SEEING THE KIDS HELL YEAH

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D glad to hear that!!!

Anon said:I feel like That one meme comic would fit the Baku and Kiri fam well the one where someone would swear and the other person with cover the ears of the innocent with a >:O face then the innocent would swear and >:O would beat he crap out of the peep who taught them

Lmao but to be fair considering how Mitsuki is and how Bakugou turned out, I would find it hard to believe if at least one of the kids didn’t end up swearing haha

Anon said:Hi!!! I love your art so much and I just want to wish you happy holidays!!!!

Thank you!!!!! I hope you’ll have great holidays too!!!

Anon said:I really like the kid characters you created they are really cool! (In your opinion which kid is closer to kiri and Baku? I have a mini head cannon about it but I would like to know your thoughts!!) I would love to see more of them when ever you feel in the mood to draw them!! :) love all of you work you are consistent and talented and I really enjoy checking your page to see all the new art you post!!

Thank you for liking them!!!! And hmmmmmmmmmmm let’s say that Mako’s closer to Kiri and Tai to Baku, but not by much - a bit because Mako’s a high energy type of kid and Kiri has energy to spare always, a bit because Tai is the quiet type and Baku’s good at keeping him busy and entertained with things in his comfort zone, but also because back when they adopted Mako Bakugou was... really scared he would fuck it up so Mako ended up growing closer to Kiri first, and because when they adopted Tai Baku was the only one he for sure wasn’t gonna accidentally hurt with his quirk so he grew closer to Baku first. Bakugou’s also better at keeping calm and working out what’s the problem when the kids cry (surprisingly) (Kirishima more often than not ends up crying with them) so since Tai gets easily overwhelmed he seeks him out often - ah well, in general they’re all really close, but, yeah. This is how it is.

Anon said:Were those Kirishimas scars???

They were! I came up with the design after he got hurt but before Hori implied he got no permanent damage, so Rappa’s fight influenced it!

Anon said:YOU DREW MORE KIDS OMG IM FUCKING DYING. IM CRYING. YOU MADE MY NIGHT. I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THESE KIDS YOU CREATED AND THIS AU I'M SO GLAD TO SEE MORE OF THEM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING YOU'RE A BLESSINGGGGG!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Anon said:I did ask how the kids were doing!! Yay I love seeing them! They're great!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glad to know I didn’t imagine that ask then hahaha

Anon said:I just noticed that Bakugou is playing with Kirishima's foot in that one photo where he's just talking to help keep Kiri's mind off Bad Shit, and omg it's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen? Just how adorably comfortable and casual they are together and gahhhhh I love them so much

;O; glad you caught and liked that!!!

Anon said:not to be controversal but uhh do you like mp100 or are you full bnha :0

lmao I’m the furthest thing from full bnha you’re gonna find anon, I’m in way too many fandoms honestly, I just happen to always end up drawing bnha lately lol I did post a couple of mp100 things before, tho they’re p old by now :O

Anon said:Consider - minamomojirou

I still don’t understand minamomo tho :O

Anon said:Dude I'm like...legit in love with your art style it's so GOOD it makes me wanna stare at any of your drawings for like. My whole life

*sobs* thank you so much???? ;;;;;

Anon said:The sad paramores make me sad. ;-;

I’m sorry ;-; (.......... that was sort of they purpose tho :0)

Anon said:Idk if this is weird or not, but I love how you draw feet. Like they looks so nice? And I just??? Is it odd to think someone draws feet nice?

I don’t think it’s odd at all! Thank you!!! :D

Anon said:i have a hc that kirishima is from a foster home and at some point fatgum finds this out and is like 'this child is mine now ' and adopts him. he even gets permission to come to the dorms and ask kiri for permission only to watch the mofo cartwheel down the hallway and crash into a wall yelling 'IVE GOT A DAD' happy hugs ensue

That a good headcanon!!!! A pure one!!!! A warm one!!!!! We do know he’s at least got a mom, tho :0

Anon said:Your art always puts a little smile on my face and brightens my day up! Thank you for sharing it with us :)

!!! Thank you for liking it!!!!

Anon said:Hello! I'm not sure if you remember, but a couple weeks ago I asked you about your process making comics! I finally had time to sit down and draw following a similar procedure you described, deciding to start drawing my ideas out on a huge canvas like you do, and I'm AMAZED at how much easier it is to draw on a huge canvas rather than trying to figure out how to lay out panels on individual smaller pages. Thank you so much for explaining your procedure, it helped me out a lot and I-- (1/2)

-- ended up making a comic that I'm actually pleased with for once! (2/2)

OHHHHHHHHHH you’re most welcome!!!!! I’m so glad to hear that actually helped you out!!!!!! :D !!!!!!!

Anon said:The way you seem to have so much fun drawing has inspired me to start drawing, too! I'm pretty shit at it atm but I keep thinking about this thing you said one tine about how it's awesome how one creates something out of nothing when one draws (no matter what the drawing looks like), and that helps me go on! So!! Thanks!!!!!

IT’S TRUE!!!! IT’S AMAZING!!!! YOU’RE AMAZING!!!!!!! I hope you’re having as much fun with your art as you can manage, anon!!!!! *O*

Anon said:Your bakusquad doodles give me life, who do you consider to be the Squad Mom out of the lot?

.....................it’s Bakugou, isn’t it (and thank you so much!!)

Anon said:Ah! I love all your art (even the fandoms I'm not a part of and all your OCs!) I also really like your headcanons and opinions so I have a quick question: Do you have any specific or persisting (as I'm sure it could change a lot) headcanons on what the BNHA kiddos will look like as pros?

I don’t, actually! :O I do hope Aoyama will do something about the lack of redirectors for his laser to his hands, and I ALSO would love for Kaminari to get some close-range weapon (anything metal would work for him, really, but I’ve been thinking tonfas lately 👀), but aside from that I’m all up in Horikoshi’s hands! I hope he’ll make me see cool updates to Bakugou’s costume with this new arc, actually :O didn’t get to see him fighting all that much, during the license exam!

Anon said:Hiya! I really like your art and all, and since I'm on mobile, I normally save it in my phone. Is that okay? I don't repost it anywhere at all! I just like keeping it so I can enjoy your art. I really hope you don't mind because I never claim anything against of or use it for unnecessary stuff. Thanks!! 💞💞 also I really love your art like yes

That’s fine by me!!! Thank you for liking my stuff enough to give up archiviation space in your phone for it hahaha

#fran answers #there's short talk about the krbk kids in this #writing it out here more for myself to find it later really lololol #anonymous

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shhhselah · 5 years

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Mack Daddy OG BooThang

Sunday, January 20, 2019

1:28am

Pretty, isn’t it?

It’s the kind of place I’d imagine going on a honeymoon. Like, what man is going to take me here, and where he at? Cause no, really....where he at though?

Ya know, I realized something a little while ago. Like, legit just a few minutes ago lol. It’s a prayer I’ve prayed for years, but am finally in a place to receive and see it. Check this out, y’all:

God is dumb romantic and He’s like....the greatest player of all time. Except God ain’t no player. Oh no, baby, no. He’s the whole GAME.

And you know what?

He’s playing for keeps.

Yeah. That’s right. You heard me. Peep the title. Y’all thought that was just to draw you in? Tuh. (It was.) But I was being oh so sincere and trying to let y’all in on the real. God got the game on lock, because He is the game....and the lock for that matter! Lemme break it down, aite?

Ladies. What do we want in a man? That varies, I know; but essentially, we want a man who will protect us and provide for us. Someone who will pay us attention and take us out, who will make us feel special, who will open up and be vulnerable with us. A gentleman, who will love us unconditionally and make us laugh. Someone who can lead, who is observant and honest, kind (and a little dangerous/edgy, shhhhh), and who can cook and dress. Someone who we can be our most authentic, vulnerable, chill selves with and shares our same beliefs values and principles. Right?

And fellas. What do y’all want? Lemme see. A woman who is strong yet submissive- can cook, bake, and clean properly; take care of the kids, keep a job, and have her own ambitions; stay loyal and true; be willing to talk, listen and just be silent at times; can kill any outfit, kick it with the fellas (and actually fit in), be secure in her place and not jealous (but a slight attitude is fine cause y’all love a challenge and bit of fiestiness); and shares your beliefs, values and principles.

We both love a lover who can not only balance, but challenge us and make us better. Cause, at the end of the day, your partner is a God-given tool used to continue to shape, prune and grow you. (And give you comfort, but the list goes on, so moving forward.) Isn’t it amazing that God encompasses all of those qualities?

Selah.

Think about it.

How romantic is God? He is so ready to sweep us off our feet (man and woman). He wants to woo us and take us out on lavish dates. He desires to fly us out to exotic places and teach us new languages. He loves to listen to us rant and rave, vent and process, reflect and respond. He adores Netflix and chilling with us! He taught you how to be fly. He gave you the courage to start that new fashion trend. Honey, He blessed those meals you thought were about to be trash lol. He constantly, constantly constantly desires to be around us and watch us, listen to us and talk with us. So yes, He wants to take you on dates and take care of you while you’re sick and whisper sweet nothings to you. He promises to heal you and lift you up when you’re down and spoil you abundantly.

Fellas, He protects you and rides with you, stays loyal and true to you- stays silent when you don’t wanna talk and inputs when you need to hear it. He guides you, even when you- metaphorically and literally speaking- don’t wanna stop and ask for some got dang directions. He’s the reason you have drive and motivation, suave and swag. Please. Y’all thought y’all taught y’allselves that. Go sit down.

The Lord is on a mission to love us, and love us fully. He did it when He died on the cross and raised Himself back up and opened His arms for us to run into. But everyday, He wants to start anew.

This is something He showed me a week ago and it is so beautifully mind blowing- *inserts journal entry here*:

(Sunday, January 13, 2019- 9:27pm)

Jesus calls us His bride. And....I like that. Yeah. It feels indicative of something. Like, after marriage, we stop saying "Bride," and switch to "Wife." For some, this is an honor- a time of transition and settling into what's finally permanent. It’s like, for years (or months) you all have been building up to this point, and it's finally here. “She is my wife now. Officially. Forever more.” And that's super exciting!! Super giddy and inspiring! But it was something about a deacon at my God sisters’ church, calling his wife his “bride-” after 8 months of marriage- that really got me. Something about that word usage really struck me. It reminded me that Jesus has never called us His “Wife.” But His Bride. The Bride of Christ. Bone of His bone. Flesh of His flesh. It's kinda like He's telling us that He's always in the honeymoon period with us. That our reunion with Him is always and will forever be fresh to Him. Everyday we are at the first day, the big day- standing right there at the altar. And you know what, at first, I low key felt like that was because He recognized how fragile human loyalty is. He knows how temporary the flesh and its decisions are. It's like Jesus officially calling Simon, "Peter." Graduating him from Flimsy Reed (which is what “Simon” means in Hebrew), to Rock (what Peter means in Hebrew). And that graduation only came because of the Father's influence, revelation and power. By his-self, Simon wasn't enough to become Peter. The reed could not transform into the rock without the Potter making another vessel out of the clay. Jesus told him, "Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah, for this was not revealed to you by flesh and blood, but by my Father in heaven." (Matthew 16:17) Only God's power could bring about the upgrade, the transformation. And like us, without God, we can't be consistent and sturdy, set like rock. We're too flimsy! So Jesus calls us His "bride," because everyday is the wedding day with us! To me, it seemed that He called us this because everyday is a choice to not run from the altar and this union, to stay united and faithful. To not divorce or cheat with other desires and opportunities and people. But then I realized something. He accepts us afresh and gives us His, "I do," every single day. It's why the Word says His mercies are afresh each morning. Because His “I do” for us is afresh and renewed every morning. Calling us His bride isn't really about our flimsiness, but His willingness and desire to stick by us, no matter if we run. So yeah, everyday we can choose to not leave the altar, but, ultimately, His love is what keeps us from running and what brings us back even when we do! His arms are always open. It's His kindness that leads us unto repentance. So yeah. We are His bride because He marries us and our issues, our shortcomings and flaws and everything stinky, "ugly," evil, weak, and broken in us every day. He says "Yes. I do." with joy overwhelming. Every. Single. Time. His joy never dims. His Yes never dims. Unto eternity.

What a Sweetheart He is, right? Yeah. God looks at you- yes men, you too- and sees His bride, the church. And every single moment of the day, He gives us His unfailing, fully devoted, enthusiastic, “Yes! I do!” And it will never die. It will never fade. It will never lose that enthusiasm.

Have you ever felt like you were too much for someone (or the world) and yet simultaneously felt like you just weren’t enough? I have. Often. But that feeling is so against what God intended for me or any of us to feel. God isn’t afraid of your scars. He isn’t afraid of your “ugly side,” your vulnerability or anger, your past or your addictions. He isn’t afraid of your sex life or your cussing habits, your jail time or your insecurities and need for control. He’s not intimidated by you. He isn’t overwhelmed or disgusted by you.

He wants to spit game to you all day, everyday. Game that will have you leaving them boys and birds alone and settle in for 7:30pm Bible Study on Tuesday night cause ain’t nothing sweeter than your God’s presence. Game that will have you looking at these dudes’ pick up lines like dog poop, cause you’ve read Songs of Solomon. Aaaaannd you let the Lord reveal to you what He thinks about you, so they 3 seconds of acknowledging your fat booty or “gorgeous smile,” just don’t measure up.

I’m telling y’all, God is spitting game at y’all that will give you wisdom and skills to get a promotion at ya job. Who you know that can do that??? What book did you read, what girl did you date, what club did you go to, what sport did you play that gave you the discernment, skills, confidence, and Holy Spirit advantage to go up the ranks at your work place and achieve your dreams while getting checks and coin? Huh? Huh? Huh? Okay cool. I’ll wait.List em out below, please.

All I’m saying y’all, is that God really is the OG Mack Daddy Boo Thang forreal!

He’s a, “Foreva eva? Foreva eva eva eva?” “True playa forreal, that’s my homie forreal,” sort of love.

Read the Songs of Solomon and just peep the Shakespearean game this King of all kings is throwing down. Read the Proverbs and the Psalms and the Gospel and just know how your Bae looks at you.

How He tweaks for you to call on Him. The way His eyes twinkle when He hears your voice or your laugh. Educate yourself on His promises to rain down only the best on you like His name was Ashanti. Research His promises to do right by you, make you better, and luv you betta like His name is LL Cool J. Cause you know Ladies Love Cool Jesus. Let yourself be whisked away on the greatest bae-cation of ya life.

Because everyday will be the honeymoon when it’s #BooThangAndYou.

Selah.

*Oo, and sidenote: Ladies, stop calling these fools “daddy,” and get with the real Zaddy. Okay? Bloop bloop.

#mack daddy og #boo thang #God #true playa forreal #Daddy #Zaddy #don't miss out #selah

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